Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 780 Losing

With a whoosh, the arrow flew out of the string, mixed with layers of momentum, and shot towards the white figure in the crowd.

Guan Qian was startled, he jumped up quickly, and rushed towards Situ Qingming: "Young master!"

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot from his eyes, he quickly pushed away the person next to him, and with a muffled grunt, his body suddenly fell to the ground.

Situ Qingming staggered, his back hurt, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. He turned his head to look at the place just now, and Guan Qian had already collapsed, with blood spreading from his body.

His pupils shrank, and the pain deep in his heart suddenly spread. He looked at the arrow stuck in his throat, and then at the cold man who hadn't put down the crossbow: "Ming-Qian-jue-"

Situ Qingming gritted his teeth, his eyes were red with anger, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. He raised his sword and quickly dodged the attacks coming up from around him, making a bloody path. He was like a seductress from hell.

Ming Qianjue slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and threw the crossbow arrow back into the hand of the person next to him, quietly looking at the man struggling in the sea of ​​blood with a pair of cold eyes.

When the clouds covered the sun, the whole world suddenly sank, there was no wind, corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood was strong and disgusting.

Looking at the man who was surrounded by the army and lost his spirit, Si Yanyu's eyes flashed darkly, and he tightened his hand holding the rein: "He is persistent, but unfortunately he was in the wrong team." He turned his head and looked at the man from just now. The man who had been riding the horse was as cold as a sculpture. He was clearly his junior, but he could sit and watch Situ Qingming's life and death so indifferently.

Ming Qianjue curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes were indifferent: "He had a chance to choose, but it's a pity that he gave up stupidly." The voice was flat, without any tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he drew his sword, jumped up, and flew into the blood formation. The surrounding army saw the prince coming in, and stopped their hands one after another. Even the remaining soldiers were frightened by his momentum. Step back.

He stopped firmly opposite Situ Qingming. The former senior brothers, they were fellow students, rivals, and enemies. No one thought that things would develop to where they are today.

Situ Qingming stopped, panting heavily, his hair was disheveled, the blood color cast a dark color on him, making him in a mess, he stared blankly at the man opposite him, neatly dressed, with a high-spirited body wrapped in black , the outline is tough, and the whole person exudes the aura of looking down on the world.

"Eldest brother..." Situ Qingming hoarsely, looked around leisurely, he hooked the corners of his mouth unwillingly, desolation and jealousy flashed in his eyes: "You always win without any effort, but I... ..." He raised his sword and limped forward, at an increasingly faster speed: "I did everything with all my might, even at the expense of killing my foster father, who was kind to me, but I lost, This is not true, I am not reconciled, God is not fair!"

His voice suddenly rose, his eyes were red with anger, and he raised his sword and swung it towards Ming Qianjue.

With a click, swords struck each other, and the two approached, confronting each other forcefully. Ming Qianjue looked at the man in disgust, "You shouldn't have killed Si Chuxiao!" The family love will be broken into this guy's hands.

With a bang, Situ Qingming was shaken out and hit the ground hard. He used both hands and feet to get up quickly, but his neck was pressed against the cold sword edge.

(End of this chapter)