I promise

Chapter 208 You Can't Die

Mu Dianke was stunned for a moment, his smoky eyes were washed clear by the water, and he was instantly seized by fear.

This was the first time that Chang Qianfo saw the emotion in Mu Dianke's eyes so clearly. He saw his own reflection in those watery eyes, and his heart was filled with joy and mixed with apology.He said: "I lied to you, I was only slightly injured."

Mu Dian didn't seem to understand, and it took a while before he said "Oh" like a dream.Chang Qianfo's heart ached when he saw the dazed look.

She heard her whispering: "Chang Qianfo, you must not die."

She looked up at him steadfastly, as if she wanted to see his heart, and as if she wanted to draw down his appearance and store it in her heart: "You can't die anymore."

The world is so vast, and I am so small.Those who loved me, the people I loved all left one by one.I don't have much left, I can't lose any more.

Chang Qian Buddha, since you are here, please take good care of yourself and don't leave me too.

There was water gushing out of her eyes, and her dark pupils were like pearls soaked in dew, radiant and dazzling, but full of grief: "Chang Qian Buddha, promise me that you must be well."

Chang Qianfo's heart was so soft that it would melt into a puddle of water in an instant: "Okay, I promise you."

Mu Dianke put his head on Chang Qianfo's chest, turned his head away quickly, raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, and muttered: "The wind is so strong, the sand has blown into the eyes again."

When he looked up, his eyes were slightly red, but his expression had almost recovered. There was a trace of anxiety and embarrassment that he was afraid of being exposed, and he said, "I'll help you sit there for a while."

Chang Qianfo didn't touch her, he raised his hand to brush her messy hair, and said, "Okay."

Mu Dian could help Changqian Buddha to sit down on a big rock leeward of the wind.

Chang Qianfo was well versed in medical principles, he was able to repair and protect himself well, he sat quietly with his eyes closed and adjusted his breathing for a while, the color gradually returned to his pale face, and his breath became steady.

At this time, the cavalry at the forefront had already swung their spears and charged forward.The horseshoes stomped on the ground, falling densely and rhythmically like drums, beating the ground trembling.

Hundreds came riding the tornado, and the smoke and dust suddenly rose.

Two soldiers with long spears rushed forward from left to right, stabbing Chang Qianfo and Mu Dianke at the same time.

Mu Dianke leaned sideways, grabbed the spear in the hands of the soldier on the right with both hands, turned over with his strength, and rushed towards the soldier on the left.Raising the knife in his hand, he cut off the soldier's throat with a sword, snatched the spear from the soldier's hand, raised his backhand, blocked the soldier on the right and stabbed the spear head-on.

After all, she is a woman, and her strength is not as good as that of soldiers who have been practicing martial arts for many years. Her shoulders and elbows have new and old injuries.

Kicking the horse's belly with both feet, the body quickly leaned back, and the horse rushed to the right.

Holding the Fish Intestine Sword in his hand, he drew a smooth semi-circular arc in the air, the tip of the arc landed on the soldier's abdomen, and when it was raised, it brought out a long stream of blood.

All this happened in a blink of an eye. When the cavalry rushed up from behind, Mu Dian had already taken the lead. He rode up to meet him, and with a thrust of his spear, he pierced the soldier in front.

He bent over, slid down the horse's back, grabbed the saddle with one hand, hung it obliquely under the horse's belly, and held the fish intestine sword in his right hand, and followed the horse galloping wildly through the group of iron riders.

The horse's hooves were seen in chaos, Mu Dianke clenched his dagger tightly and slashed at the horse's legs.

The Fish Intestine Sword is a precious sword handed down from the Warring States Period, it can cut hair by blowing it, cut iron like mud, and cut flesh and blood naturally.

But seeing the cold light passing by, flying horseshoes were cut off everywhere, the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, not even a drop of blood splashed out.

The horse galloped so fast that it ran four or five feet away before falling down after breaking its leg.

Some had their front hooves broken and lost their stability and dived towards the ground; some had both left legs cut off and fell over while neighing; They all bumped into each other.

All of a sudden, the group of horses stumbled, knocked over and knocked over together, people startled and horses screamed, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Fang Xian took the lead and led a group of soldiers from the Shenjian Battalion galloping forward, his face so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.Bending the bow and setting up the arrow, the arrow shot sharply at Mu Dianke's head.

Mu Dianke tilted his head, and the feather arrow brushed his temple hair, leaving a deep bloodstain on his temple.

Fang Xian leads the arrow and shoots again.

At this moment, the leading general had commanded to stabilize the chaotic situation, and shouted loudly at the cavalry behind to retreat.With two personal soldiers, he swung his gun and stabbed at Mu Dianke.

Behind Fang Xian, the soldiers of the Gods Archery Battalion also chased after them. Together they drew their bows and set up their arrows, drawing their bows like a full moon, and shot towards Mu Dianke in unison.

Mu Dianke was forced to abandon his horse and run away, retreating quickly.

The soldiers of the Shenjian Battalion are well-trained and agile.When one arrow is shot, he quickly raises his hand to take the arrow, draws the bow and shoots again. The movements are neat and coordinated, and there is almost no gap between the arrows.

For a while, the rain of arrows covered the sky and covered the ground, so dense that even the moonlight above the head could not penetrate.

Chang Qianfo defeated dozens of cavalry by himself, and was fighting endlessly with a group of soldiers armed with spears. Seeing this situation, his face changed drastically.Immediately, he didn't hold back when he shot, and he struck out with full force, killing three people in an instant, and forced the besieging soldiers back three steps away.

As soon as the crowd retreated, Chang Qianfo stopped entanglement, pulled himself up, and flew away like a hurricane, and flew in front of Mu Dianke from five feet away in a blink of an eye.

Watching the arrows with his eyes, listening to the wind with his ears, dodging a group of arrows, grabbing Mu Dianke into his arms, leading her to the right side, four or five flying arrows flew over the head.

There was a sharp pain in the thigh, and a hot current gushed out, but Fang Xian shot an arrow.

Chang Qianfo gritted his teeth, exerted strength with one leg, and bounced Mu Dianke into the midair while holding Mu Dianke. He spun in the air, and his body turned at high speed, like a sharp and flexible steel shuttle, moving forward at high speed in the gap between arrows.

The body was stirred by the strong wind so that the surrounding arrows were all out of focus.

After several tens of feet, both of them fell to the ground.Mu Dian quickly turned over and got up, ignoring the defenses of men and women. He groped around Chang Qianfo with both hands: "Chang Qianfo, are you injured? Ah, where are you hurt?"

Suddenly, his hand touched something sticky, and when he raised his hand, his five fingers were covered with blood, and his eye sockets became wet all of a sudden.

Chang Qianfo said softly: "It's okay, it's just a leg injury, not a vital part."

He said again, "Give me the sword."

Mu Dian didn't dare to make mistakes, and quickly handed the Yuchang Sword over with both hands.

Chang Qianfo lifted up his skirt and quickly tore the clothes off his thighs.Picking up a dead branch and holding it in his mouth, he held the arrow body with one hand and the short sword with the other, and with a jerky movement of his wrist, he dug out the bloody arrow.

Mu Dianke watched from the sidelines almost to tears.

Chang Qianfo raised his head and said with a smile, "Fortunately, the piercing is not deep."

The thick layer of sweat on his forehead was as big as a bean, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and slid down his angular face.

　Ah, look at my increasingly depressed comment section, are you all gone?
　　
　
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