On the wedding night, Wang Ye has a mind-reading post-operative acting skills

Chapter 365 Chapter 367: Master himself

The rest of the shadow guards followed closely behind, raising their swords to kill Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang quickly drew out the long sword inserted into the snow, and hastily fought.

He had already suffered internal injuries in the battle with Nangong Mo just now, and the martial arts of Feng Xuan and others are not ordinary, so in this battle, he lost without any suspense.

However, Feng Xuan and the others mistakenly thought that Nangong Mo's injury was caused by Bai Ye Wushang, and they were full of killing intent towards him. Their moves were fierce and decisive, and it could be said that every blow was aimed at killing him.

Soon, Ye Wushang was hit by Fengxuan's sword, and his right arm was injured, and the bones were visible.

Because of the sword in his right arm, the sword in his hand stopped slightly, that is, in that split second, there were several more wounds on his body.

But he didn't seem to care at all, he didn't even look at his injuries, and he didn't care if he suffered more injuries or lost his life because of it, he was like a murderous weapon without emotion or pain, just moving forward, just fighting .

One person and one sword, they tried their best to break through the shackles of Fengxuan and others, and killed Yunran who was being held in the arms of Nangong Mohu.

During the fierce battle, Xian Ge pierced Ye Wushang's chest with a sword, and the blade sank nearly three inches into it.

I don't know who shouted loudly:
"Kill him!"

Ye Wushang froze, looked down at the sword piercing into his chest, his glazed eyes were calm, and in the next moment, he suddenly grabbed the sword with his hand and pulled it out forcefully.

Blood splashed out from the wound and fell on the snow, like red plums blooming in the wind and snow, but because he was wearing a black robe, he couldn't see how much blood was stained on his body.

However, the blood flowing across his palm against the almost transparent white complexion is particularly shocking.

Even though I am used to the cruel string songs on the battlefield, I can't help but secretly startled: those top killers on the Jianghu list are really desperadoes, ruthless to others, and ruthless to themselves!

In the midst of this flash, several smoke bombs shot out from the dark like meteors, instantly exploding red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and seven-colored smoke.

It was originally a dense forest in the middle of the night, without moonlight, and the vision was dim. At this moment, the sky was filled with smog, which completely blinded the sight.

When the smoke dissipated and the vision returned to clarity, Ye Wushang's figure had disappeared.

"Damn it! Let him run away!"

Some people gritted their teeth with hatred and regret, while others rushed to Nangong Mo quickly, looking at the blood-stained white clothes in front of him, with a burst of pain and self-blame in their hearts, "Master, let the subordinates come down!"

As subordinates who have been with each other for many years, they saw Nangong Mo was seriously injured and extremely weak, so they couldn't bear to let him carry Yunran down the mountain. .

But as soon as the shadow guard stretched out his hand, Nangong Mo's cold eyes froze his heart, and he retracted his hand accordingly.

But seeing the shocking redness on Shengxue's white clothes, and the wound that was still oozing blood, the shadow guard shook his heart and stretched out his hand again, "Master, you..."

"Back off! Grandpa do it yourself!"

The man's voice was as cold as ice, resounding across the floor, forming an undeniable coercion by nature.

In the end, the shadow guards followed Nangong Mo with extremely complicated emotions, watching him slowly but firmly walk down the mountain step by step with his girl in his arms.

……

When Yunran woke up, it was just dawn.

(End of this chapter)