Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 20 Rage

Cheng Feng watched the figure disappear into the night, couldn't help but close his eyes, and thumped his broken leg: "Damn it, it's me, Cheng Feng, who is incompetent and drags Madam back!"

Just as he was complaining, a voice suddenly sounded condescendingly in his ears: "Cheng Feng."

Cheng Feng was startled suddenly, opened his eyes and wanted to stand up, but was stopped by a wave of his hand, Murong Fengyuan frowned and said: "If you are injured, don't move around, where is Jun Chuyue?"

"Madam is going to the northeast to chase the murderer, and the subordinates can't persuade him. The murderer is powerful, so I ask the general to rush to help!"

Northeast direction.

With a sullen face, Murong Fengyuan slammed the horse's belly, only to hear the horse neigh and gallop away along the street.

At the same time, after Jun Chuyue searched for a while, Han Le's figure was finally reflected in Jun Chuyue's vision.

I saw that the man was riding his horse slowly, showing a huge gap in his back.

opportunity!

Jun Chuyue wanted to surprise her, so she held her breath and rushed up from behind silently. With a flick of her long sword, it turned into a white light and pointed directly at her back.

boom!
He missed a hit, but was sent flying by the shock.

She flicked her wrist hastily, and the tip of the sword rubbed against the ground to spark a spark. With this resistance, she was able to stop. When she raised her eyes, Han Le's slightly surprised voice also fell into her ears: "The dignified sacrificial hall Saintess, you don't even have a trace of internal strength. Ha, you Saintess, you must be fake, right?"

"Without further ado!"

Jun Chuyue scolded angrily, then kicked her feet hard on the ground, and rushed up again.

Han Le repeated his old trick, sat on the horse and turned slightly to avoid the menacing sword light, and then slapped it out with his palm.

In this flash of light, the girl's body bent out of an arc that was almost impossible to complete, avoiding his palm abruptly, and at the same time pulled the long sword back violently.

Chi-

The sound of clothes being torn apart sounded, and Han Le jumped out of the battle circle in a flash.

After only two attacks, Jun Chuyue felt a little unstable.She hastily touched a pill that the imperial hospital had rushed to make and swallowed it, then turned around.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she unconsciously frowned again.

The sword just now only sliced ​​through Han Le's sleeve, not even leaving him with a single flesh wound.

As if noticing the movement of her turning around, Han Le, who was looking down at the damaged sleeve, also looked up. The moment their eyes met, Jun Chuyue couldn't help being startled, and instinctively backed away.

However, Han Le was faster than her. Jun Chuyue only saw a palm zoom in front of her eyes, and it pressed hard on her chest in the blink of an eye.

"Well……"

With a muffled groan, she fell heavily, and the long sword fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, a foot stepped on her hand that was eager to pick up the sword: "How dare you damage Xiaosheng's clothes, you know, Is this Xiaosheng's favorite piece of clothing?"

Jun Chuyue sneered: "In your eyes, is the life of another person even worse than a piece of clothing?"

"To shut up!"

Han Le roared fiercely, and at the same time stomped his foot on her back.

In an instant, Jun Chuyue felt as if her internal organs were about to be trampled out, and spit out a mouthful of blood, but in just a short while, she seized the opportunity to snatch back the long sword, and swept it across his legs again.

The sword light flickered, and there was internal force lingering in it.

Han Le didn't expect that she would be able to fight back at this time, and she also brought internal strength. Unaware of the reality, he subconsciously chose to jump back to avoid it.

The distance was widened again.

Jun Chuyue struggled to get up from the ground, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth——

Her current internal strength is less than one-tenth of what it was in its heyday, and most of the time it is used to suppress the residual poison in the body, and it was only used out of desperation just now in order to seek a chance.

It's a pity that the effect is not very good, and the vision has begun to blur.

But she had no choice.

Seeing that Han Le didn't seem to understand why she suddenly regained her internal strength, and there was a gap of surprise in front of her, Jun Chuyue rose up and sent out another sword——

At this moment, she saw that Han Le's surprised expression quickly changed to a ferocious twist.

If he was still playing with the attitude of a cat catching a mouse before, at this moment he has completely transformed into a brutal murderer, wanting to completely kill his opponent.

"Bitch, you are courting death!"

Accompanied by a strange cry, Jun Chuyue felt a dull pain in her wrist, and then the long sword somehow fell into the opponent's hand. The next second, the sword light pierced through the chest, and her whole body was lifted high on the sword point .

This is what Murong Fengyuan saw when he arrived!
"Jun Chuyue..."

He couldn't help murmuring.

For some reason, the slender body that was picked up on the sword like a rag doll burned his eyes like a branding iron.

The anger boiled in an instant, turning into an overwhelming internal force that swept out.

boom--

Palms facing each other, body staggered.

Han Le suddenly jumped out of the battle circle, his face changed drastically: "Your Excellency is..."

Sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a slanting pale pink scar on the right brow bone, such a characteristic stern face fell into his eyes, Han Le closed his pupils, and immediately realized the identity of the visitor: "Murong Fengyuan!"

The man quickly tapped a few acupuncture points on the girl's body to stop the turbulent blood flow, and gently laid her flat on the ground, and with a bang, the saber was unsheathed.

It was completely different from Jun Chuyue's attack.

The furious Murong Fengyuan was simply unstoppable, his inner strength was strong and his sword was wide open and closed, and Han Le, who was pressing every step of the way as soon as he made a move, was out of breath. In just a split second, Han Le's body and face were already scarred Tired.

"Damn it, damn it!" Han Le roared angrily, never wanting to believe that he would really fall here today.

Shouldn't Murong Fengyuan hate this holy lady of the sacrificial hall?
Then why is he so angry?
why? !

However, don't say that Han Le didn't understand, even Murong Fengyuan himself couldn't understand why he was so furious.

In a blink of an eye, Han Le was kicked to the ground, and all the joints of his limbs were broken.

And it wasn't until this time that the city defenders received the news belatedly, and under Murong Fengyuan's signal, they tied up Han Le Wuhuada with a rope and escorted him away.

The street was quiet again.

Murong Fengyuan slowly walked back to Jun Chuyue's side, and saw the girl unconscious, her pale face mixed with blood stains was reflected in his eyes, an indescribable feeling suddenly filled his heart, and her thin lips unconsciously pursed into a slit. straight line.

Immediately afterwards, he bent down and picked her up horizontally, and rode his horse hurriedly to the imperial hospital.

It was the middle of the night, and the poor doctor was dug up from the bed just after he fell asleep, and his heart could not help but collapse, especially after seeing that the person who sent it was Jun Chuyue, even his voice trembled: "This, this is not Did you leave the Imperial Hospital only during the day, why did it happen again in less than a day?"

As soon as the words finished, Murong Fengyuan lifted his robe, sat down on the chair beside the bed, and said lightly: "Save her."

The doctor had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and get busy.

Clean up the blood, suture the wound, and apply medicine... After a series of procedures, it will be dawn in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)