The severe pain all over his body made Xiang Yan wake up instantly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large group of cavalry densely packed around him, all looking at him with dumbfounded eyes. Xiang Yan felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, and felt something was wrong under his buttocks. When he lowered his head and looked down, he was stunned and felt very guilty. It turned out that he had hit a person and killed that person. The faces of the people around suddenly turned ferocious, and they bared their teeth and grinned. They jumped off their horses and flew up, looking as if they were about to eat human flesh.
Xiang Yan was sitting on the body of the man. He was startled when he saw this. He used his strength suddenly and wanted to jump up, but he just stood up straight. He was startled and immediately felt that his Dantian was empty. Only then did Xiang Yan come to his senses. It turned out that he had just ascended and had no internal power at this time.
A pair of scarlet eyes were so close, and the anger burning in them caused the temperature around them to rise rapidly. Although Xiang Yan felt guilty, he would not wait for death. He raised his fists and smashed them hard. Xiang Yan was born in body training, so even if he had no internal strength, he was not something ordinary people could deal with.
There was a "bang bang" sound, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were thrown backwards, bumped into the dense crowd, and then rolled to the ground. Everyone paused for a moment, but immediately someone yelled "Wow wow wow" a few times, and these people pulled out their scimitars with a "swish" and rushed in crazily again.
Xiang Yan's face darkened when he heard it, and he realized that it was Mongolian and these people were Mongolians. What else is there to say? Just kill him! The guilt in Xiang Yan's heart immediately receded, and at the same time he sighed in his heart: "How unpredictable things are! I have faced the Mongols again. This is already the third time in the world that I have faced the Mongols."
This time, Xiang Yan didn't hold back any more. A bloody hole was created with one punch, forcing a bloody path. However, after killing twenty or thirty people in succession, Xiang Yan began to regret: "How many people are there? How come you can't get to the end of the killing?" Xiang Yan moved his strength to his feet, jumped suddenly, and suddenly Almost scared out of my wits. The surrounding area was filled with red firelight, and all the surrounding areas were covered with human heads.
Xiang Yan had a sullen face and kicked several people under him to death. He used the "breath gathering skill" again, grabbed a horse and a spear, used the "Yang family's marksmanship", found a random direction, and killed with his head buried. Xiang Yan didn't know how long he had been killing, nor how many people he had killed. He only felt that his body was getting stiff and numb, which was a sign that he was losing strength. My head also started to hurt, which was a sign of the backlash of the "breath-containing skill". Xiang Yan secretly cried out: "He! Who did I kill?"
With a "dang" sound, Xiang Yan had been killing for so long, and this was the first time he encountered someone who could block his blow. This was undoubtedly adding insult to injury. A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes brandished a long knife, his movements were slow and there were flaws everywhere. However, Xiang Yan attacked several times, but all of them were blocked by the young man. The young man's internal strength is not high, but his foundation is extremely solid. Although the offense is insufficient, the defense is very tight. With Xiang Yan's current strength, he couldn't kill with one strike. The momentum of the attack paused, and he immediately fell into trouble. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before he dies from exhaustion.
Suddenly, someone next to him shouted in Chinese: "Hero, go this way." Xiang Yan immediately turned his horse's head and rushed towards the sound. Although he didn't know who was calling, whether he was an enemy or a friend, Xiang Yan was in a desperate situation and was about to run out of gas. If he didn't listen to that person, he would definitely not survive. If he followed that person's guidance, he might still have a chance of survival.
The young man seized the opportunity, grasped the long knife with both hands, and struck with all his strength. Xiang Yan realized that he couldn't resist, so he rolled on the spot and got off the horse. The young man struck the horse with a knife, killing the horse. The knife was stuck in the horse's body and could not be withdrawn for a while. Xiang Yan took the opportunity to seize another horse, mounted it and prepared to escape.
The young man's savagery was strong. He kicked his legs and rushed forward. Xiang Yan was shocked. Xiang Yan is now completely exhausted, and he relies entirely on his strong willpower to stay awake. Now it is difficult to move his fingers, let alone dodge.
At the critical moment, a long whip rolled up, wrapped around Xiang Yan's waist, and pulled it back violently. The young man immediately jumped into the air, roared, and punched Xiang Yan in the back of the head. There was a "buzzing" sound in Xiang Yan's head, and he felt a huge pain in the back of his head. Starlight flashed across his eyes, one after another, densely packed, but getting darker and darker, until finally nothing could be seen.
I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly gained some consciousness. My mind was in a daze, and my body felt like it was constantly rising and falling, as if my whole body was being grilled on a fire. It was as if someone was whispering something in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly, which made him so upset that he felt like vomiting. Waves of dizziness came over him, causing Xiang Yan to fall into coma again.
In the alternation between confusion and fainting, the ups and downs finally disappeared, a quiet sense of security came, and Xiang Yan completely sank into darkness.
I don't know how long it took, but some voices came to Xiang Yan's ears: "How is this hero who fought alone in thousands of armies?" The voice seemed to be that of a young man.
"Still the same as before, unconscious all the time."
"Did the doctor say when he would wake up?"
"The imperial doctor said that he had lost strength after a long battle, and for a while he ran out of energy. He should have woken up long ago. He just suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head. No matter what medicinal materials were used, the effect was not obvious, so he could only use acupuncture every day. How can this hero It depends on God's will when he wakes up, maybe he will wake up the next moment, or he may never wake up."
"Well, that's all we can do. You have to serve him well. I risked my life to rescue him from the rebel army, and was chased by those barbarians for thousands of miles. It was not easy to rescue this master. You must make him die. Remember, if you make the slightest mistake, I will drag your whole family out to feed the dogs."
"Yes, yes. I will remember the prince's instructions carefully and will never be negligent in the slightest."
Xiang Yan covered his head with his hands, feeling a splitting headache and gasping for air. A young girl came up to Xiang Yan and said joyfully, "Hero, you're awake!" Xiang Yan groaned and said, "Girl, where am I?" The girl said, "This is Prince Zhao's Mansion. It was our prince who saved me. Hero, I brought the hero back to the palace." Xiang Yan said again: "Which country is the prince from?" The girl said, "It is King Zhao of the Kingdom of Jin." Xiang Yan was stunned.
Wanyanping once said that Xiang Yan had served for the Kingdom of Jin, but Xiang Yan never believed it. How could he have served for the Hu people? The Xiang Yan she was talking about must not be herself. But now that he was rescued by King Zhao of the Kingdom of Jin, could it be that he served the Kingdom of Jin because of the grace of saving his life?
