Suddenly a strong wind blew outside the door, and the red silk and satin in the auditorium was blown by the wind.
Blood spurted out from Ye Xinghe's chest again, soaking his gown with blood. The large amount of blood loss had made his face very pale. Leaning behind him, there was Mo Ningyi who was also seriously injured. He kept breathing heavily, and the hand holding the sword could no longer hold back. Trembling, but trying to keep his balance, not wanting to be seen by the enemy.
The land around him seemed to have been soaked with countless blood, and even the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
Ye Xinghe stared at the man in black in front of him.
There are countless corpses around, including disciples from Yunzhong City and people in black.
There were dozens of people fighting around, and in the middle of the fight, the man in black at the head raised his sword and looked at them coldly. In the dark night, his eyes were shining like an eagle.
With the ability of the Qingqing Pavilion disciples, they can basically stop most people coming to Yunzhong City, but the men in black who came tonight shocked Ye Xinghe. Each of their kung fu can be said to be first-rate masters. However, the martial arts style does not seem to belong to any sect in the world. Who are they?
Ye Xinghe tilted his head unconsciously and glanced in the direction of the city. Now he only hoped that the two of them could successfully block this wave of attacks, so that the wedding could be successfully completed and the people could disperse smoothly.
The man in black on the opposite side spoke up: "How long do you think you can persist in this situation?"
Ye Xinghe replied calmly: "It is enough that the wedding is over."
But he laughed: "The people in Yunzhong City are indeed as innocent as the legend says. Do you think tonight's wedding will end safely?"
The hands of Mo Ningyi and Ye Xinghe instantly became cold.
The bloody smell in the night sky became thicker and thicker, drifting along the wind to the clearing in the forest. The person in the sedan frowned, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, and covered the tip of his nose.
"Why is the air so polluted? Are these people's martial arts so poor?"
"Forgive me, father-in-law." The person next to the sedan bowed respectfully, "Although the people who came with us are all masters from Ouchi, after all, they have not experienced too much actual combat. They have encountered these people who have been in the arena all year round. , it’s inevitable to waste some effort.”
The old hand opened the sedan curtain, and the people beside the sedan immediately reached out to hold it. The people inside walked out and exhaled: "It's already very late at night, let them move faster."
"yes."
Suddenly, a scream came from the forest.
The face of the person in the shadow next to the sedan suddenly changed: "Oh no, it's Wu Feng's voice. I'll go take a look."
Without hesitation, he pointed his toes and stepped forward.
It was an extremely tragic gesture.
The long sword in Ye Xinghe's hand has penetrated the chest of the man in black, and the tip of the sword that passed through the body has been stained with blood, falling drop by drop, dripping into the ground.
The strong smell of blood made his severely injured stomach begin to spasm, and he gasped violently.
The sword in the man's hand was pointed directly at him. At the last critical moment, Mo Ningyi used a powerful blow to cut off the long sword in the man's hand. However, the broken sword in his hand still penetrated his chest. The body got stuck between his ribs.
The remaining disciples of the Wuqing Pavilion beside them also tried their best to maintain their figure, looking around vigilantly, for fear that some men in black would pop out of the dark night.
Although it was already a summer night, the wind blowing at this time made it seem so cold. Ye Xinghe roared with all his strength and drew out the long sword in his hand.
The moment the sword was drawn out, the man in black, who had been in a stalemate with him all night, stared with scarlet eyes and fell down angrily.
And he seemed to have lost all his support and fell down.
"Galaxy!"
Mo Ningyi screamed, threw away the weapon in his hand, and rushed forward to support Ye Xinghe's body that was about to fall to the ground. The wind passed through the gaps in his torn clothes, making an empty whistling sound.
Blood flowed out from the huge and terrifying wound on his chest. Mo Ningyi pressed his hand on the wound in a panic, but the wound under his right rib continued to tear.
"Pavilion Master——
Pavilion Master——"
The remaining disciples of Wuqingge gathered around.
Ye Xinghe couldn't say much, he could only lower his head and cough.
"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We will return to the city immediately."
Mo Ningyi briefly checked Ye Xinghe's injuries, raised his head and told the disciples beside him: "I'm afraid there's chaos in the city. If you stop, I'll take him away first."
It's obviously summer, but the wind tonight is blowing like a cold winter.
Nan Liyu's Xin Xi Sword was already greedily sucking blood in the dark night, while his master was still panting in the dark night.
Wen Jirouben's pale hands were also splattered with someone's blood.
All the men in black in the auditorium had been killed, but the voices coming from outside told them that it was not over yet.
"City Lord, let's leave quickly. The men in black tonight are obviously coming for you and Mr. Wen. If we continue to stay here, I'm afraid no one in the city will be spared."
Nan Liyu stepped back in front of Ranchen. Although he was talking to Ranchen, his eyes were observing every corner around him.
"I think what he said is reasonable," Wen Jirou nodded, "Countless people in the city have died in vain tonight, and we cannot let the casualties become greater."
The originally joyful auditorium was already littered with the corpses of ordinary people and disciples of the men in black.
The joy turned into mourning, and Ranchen's face became extremely pale.
"Walk."
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the big red paper lantern on the eaves was blown to the ground. The crooked candle wick instantly engulfed the red paper in the firelight.
Nan Liyu still held the Xin Xi Sword tightly in her right hand, grabbed Ran Chen's hand with her left hand and ran towards the back of the hall.
"There is a secret passage in the backyard of the mansion that leads directly to the outside of the city. Follow me."
Wen Jirou grabbed Gu Jianghe's hand and followed.
In the dark night, people were running away from the wedding banquet. Some people fell down, and some stepped on them without hesitation. They had no time to care about the screams of others.
Some people who lived a little closer hurriedly fled back to their own courtyards, bolted the door, and hid behind the door shivering.
The strange thing is that the man in black gathered outside the wedding banquet did not seem to intend to kill on the street.
I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly remembered a shout from the street outside: "General Xuanwei enters the city."
A very majestic voice sounded in the night sky: "Dare to carry out massacres on the land of my great Zhou Dynasty. It is simply that my monarch is nothing, and the Xuanwei Army obeys orders."
"yes."
"yes."
The neat and loud voice made the lanterns hanging on the eaves seem to tremble.
"All thieves and bandits who slaughtered the people tonight will be killed without mercy."
