Lord please be gentle

Chapter 64 Chapter 68
During the whole process, Xiao Mei was sober.But she was restrained by the numb point, and her whole body was stiff and unable to move. She could only watch everything happen, but she was powerless.

As the black crane flew out, he fell to the ground, vomiting blood and passed out, and the gas shield was also broken.Xiao Mei and Jun Moxin were deeply surrounded by thousands of troops, like a flat boat in the vast ocean, which would be swallowed by the vast ocean at any time.

She smelled a strong smell of blood, which was the smell of death.

Jun Moxin still has his eyes closed, and he doesn't know what color his pupils are at this time.Of course, this is not important anymore!Without the protection of the stellar qi shield, even if he is extremely capable, he will not be able to retreat completely from the siege of thousands of troops.

What's more, he still wants to protect her.She believed that he would rather die than abandon her, maybe not for love, but definitely for responsibility.This is a man who regards promises as important as life, and is a very responsible man.

In his opinion, it would be a disgrace to abandon his wife to live alone, and he would rather die than do that.

Xiao Mei sniffed, wanting to cry.At this time, she suddenly felt that being his wife was happier than being the woman he loved.Compared with Ling Feixue, she is really countless times luckier.

Even if she didn't get his love in the end, she would have no regrets!

Feeling the cold sharp blade slashing head-on, Xiao Mei didn't close her eyes and wait for death, but looked at Jun Moxin with a smile.He is so beautiful, even in such a desperate situation, he does not show any panic or fear, calm and calm as before, like a pure white snow lotus blooming in the mud, unstained.

She knew that she would be dismembered by knives, and his limbs would be locked up by the abolished martial arts, and he would become fish on the chopping board, and would be bled at any time for Situ Xian to drink.

In fact, he is not as lucky as her!If she could move, she would die with him.Just like the tragic scene in an ancient martial arts drama, a sword pierces two hearts at the same time... However, it is quite difficult to implement visually.Let's not talk about whether she can move or not, and whether Jun Moxin is willing to die in love with her honestly.Simply speaking, the height difference is an insurmountable problem. The difference between them is at least 20 centimeters. To penetrate two hearts at the same time, you need to grasp the precise angle...

Xiao Mei was thinking wildly here, but she didn't notice the sound of sharp knives coming from above her head, but she was safe and sound.It wasn't until the sound of fighting was too fierce that she hesitated to look away from Jun Moxin's body, and found that the blade had gone and returned!
When she first entered the study, she saw Gu Youming and Dao Feng running out one after the other, but there was no further news.Now that the blade has gone and returned, it is estimated that Gu Youming has been dealt with.

There is no fear in front of the sword's sharp sword.He was covered in blood, and it could be seen that he had experienced bloody battles. His gray tights were no longer in tatters, but his eyes were cold and cold, and he did not show any signs of fatigue.

Knocking away the soldiers who attacked Xiao Mei first, Dao Feng sneered bloodthirstyly: "Whoever wants to touch my brother, step on my Dao Feng's corpse first!"

Survival from a desperate situation, it should be so!Leaving aside whether Jun Moxin could hear it, Xiao Mei was at least moved to the point of tears.Look, she has the best eyesight.In the critical moment of the entire Shura Valley, counting the blade is the most reliable.If she hadn't supported Dao Feng and stayed behind, who would save her and Jun Moxin when they were alone and helpless?

If they are still alive, Xiao Mei must give Jun Moxin a good blow on his pillow so that he can let go of his old grievances and fully accept Daofeng.

In this world, there is no one who is more loyal to him than Dao Feng!

Wu He was seriously injured, vomited blood and fell into a coma, but Song Xiangren and Zhuo Ke recognized Dao Feng.Zhuo Ke touched the scar on his mouth, and hatred filled his eyes.He is the most narrow-minded, and he must retaliate, so he allowed Wu He to be physically exhausted, seriously injured, and unconscious, and refused to lend a helping hand.

Seeing the enemy who disfigured himself at this time, how could Zhuo Ke not hate him.Immediately, he sneered and directed the army to prepare for the attack. "Pass the order of the deputy general, the crossbowmen are ready, the cavalry is ready to go, take down Jun Moxin, and kill the rest without mercy!"

Dao Feng was already ready for a bloody battle, and no one expected that Jun Moxin would suddenly wake up at this time.

He opened his eyes, and the pupils returned to the pitch black color, and it seemed that his mind was still clear.

"Brother," Dao Feng was overjoyed, even though his martial arts are world-class, but after all he is weak alone, he is afraid that he will not be able to fully protect him in the chaos.Seeing him awake, of course he was overjoyed. "Take your sister-in-law and leave, I have a queen here!"

Jun Mo didn't answer, he pushed Xiao Mei to the blade without hesitation, leaving only one sentence: "If she makes any mistakes, don't ever see me again in this life!"

After saying that, he turned around and struck out his palm, blocking the thousands of troops and densely packed weapons rushing towards them.

Like a surge on the flat ground, a huge momentum blocked thousands of troops and horses three feet away, so close to the sky, like an insurmountable moat.

Amidst the hissing of the horses, the army retreated three feet in unison, once again leaving a minefield that could not be stepped on.

Xiao Mei was pushed into Dao Feng's arms by Jun Moxin, still unable to speak or move, but her big eyes were full of anger.At the moment of life and death, he actually cruelly pushed her to another man.

Dao Feng embraced Xiao Mei, hesitating for a moment.He also looked at Jun Moxin sadly, but that figure of Juechen never looked back, showing that there was no turning back in his determination.

——"If she makes any mistakes again, you will never come to see me again in this life!"

Dao Feng deeply understood the heavy meaning of these words - this was the only chance for redemption that Jun Moxin gave him in this life.As long as he can protect the woman in his arms, he will forgive the unforgivable crime he once committed.

However, how could he abandon him when he was surrounded by thousands of troops, and only take this insignificant woman away?

In Dao Feng's eyes, Xiao Mei is no different from thousands of vulgar fans in the world.Only because she is Jun Moxin's wife, she has the supreme status in Dao Feng's heart.But the importance he attaches to her is based on Jun Mo's heart, if Jun Mo's heart is gone, what's the point of protecting this woman!
"Take her away!" Jun Moxin repelled a wave of siege again, and finally turned his head and hissed: "If she loses a hair, I will cut off one of your arms!"

"Brother!" Dao Feng responded tremblingly, tears appeared in his black eyes, and disappeared as quickly as a meteor.

"Get lost!" Jun Moxin replied sharply!
Dao Feng has always been obedient to Jun Moxin, his words are equivalent to the sacred edict and Buddha's voice to him, and he never dared to disobey.Taking a deep breath, even if he was reluctant to let go, he still hugged Xiao Mei without hesitation, and jumped up.

As Dao Feng took Xiao Mei leaping up, the two of them also became the targets of countless crossbowmen.Losing the mouse-tattling weapon against Jun Moxin, arrows rained down on the two of them.

Dao Feng's figure didn't stop at all, he held Xiao Mei in one hand and swung the saber in the other, the mighty internal force formed a thin barrier around his body.Although it couldn't compare with Jun Moxin's stellar energy shield, those ordinary arrow feathers couldn't penetrate his internal defense line at all.

Like a falcon soaring with wings, it flew higher and higher, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared within the sight of everyone.

Although it was somewhat unpleasant for Dao Feng to escape with Xiao Mei, it did not hinder the fighting spirit of thousands of troops.Because their target was Jun Moxin, the man with black hair and white clothes standing surrounded by thousands of troops.

Jun Moxin's black long hair was loose, and his white robe fluttered. He stood among the chaos, like a white lotus blooming on the mud.He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but his whole body was full of deadly weapons. Even if he flicked his fingernails casually, the fierce aura would be enough to break a horse's foot and a person's bones.

People are constantly falling down, and new soldiers and horses are constantly being added. The steady stream seems to be endless and endless.

Even though Jun Moxin is invincible in the world, he only has one person, two hands, and he will get tired eventually.Therefore, Situ Xian sent all the troops who were going to encircle and suppress the Yellow Turban rebels into the Shura Valley, and prepared to launch the wheel tactics against Jun Moxin.

In order to ensure the chance of winning, he also placed an important pawn beside Jun Moxin in advance, which is the wintersweet that poisoned Jun Moxin.

Fortunately, otherwise, even if Gu Youming led the way and successfully sent thousands of troops into Shura Valley, it would not be able to capture Jun Moxin.

Every time Jun Moxin swung his palm, it was overwhelming. While the King Regent's soldiers were on their backs, he was also consuming his internal energy.No matter how powerful his internal energy is, it will always be exhausted.

Therefore, what Situ Xian wanted was for Jun Mo to collapse from exhaustion.

"Let that madman run away!" Zhuo Ke gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, all the hatred concentrated on Jun Moxin.Looking at the man in white who was surrounded by many people, his scarred face flashed ferociously: "Fortunately, Jun Mo's heart is still there! When we get him..."

Zhuo Ke was deeply stimulated by the unrestrained handsome face of the man in white, and he was already thinking about how to torture and maim him later.

Song Xiangren regretted deeply: "If Daoist Qingfeng hadn't fainted, he could have fought Jun Moxin now!"

This reminded Zhuo Ke, his small eyes rolled around, and he leaned into Song Xiangren's ear and whispered: "If the old man wakes up, we..."

Swallowed the last half of the words, let Song Xiangren appreciate it for himself.

It was because of their refusal to help that Wuhe was seriously injured and fell into a coma. When Wuhe woke up, he would naturally settle accounts with the two of them, and with Wuhe's small-bellied temper, he would report the matter to Situ Xian. There is no doubt that Ke cannot escape punishment, and it is a heavy responsibility!
Thinking of this, Song Xiangren felt more anxious to solve Wuhe than Jun Moxin.He winked at Zhuo Ke, and signaled Zhuo Ke to deal with this person, while he continued to direct his troops to besiege Jun Moxin.

With Song Xiangren's instruction, Zhuo Ke's courage undoubtedly became stronger.Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, he quietly walked towards Wuhe with a thin-edged knife.

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Jun Mo was in the midst of a fierce battle, countless soldiers and horses fell beside him, and blood flowed all around him.Such a bloody scene stimulated his memory, and sent his mind to the dusk of the bloody sunset 17 years ago.

The same bloody battle, the same siege, the same continuous, endless killing.

Why are you so hard to force each other, why don't you want to let him survive?Jun Moxin never asked these words. He was so arrogant that he only used blood to resist all kinds of conspiracy and greed imposed on him, and used the strongest posture to defend his dignity and interests.

The strong is king, this is an eternal law of nature.No one will sympathize with the weak, and no one will listen to the angry words of a weak person.

Controlling violence with violence is the simplest and most direct way of resistance.

Swords and swords flashed, and blood flowed like rivers.The sound of bones breaking, the sad hiss of war horses, and the sound of groaning on the ground, this slaughterhouse seemed to have become a real Shura hell.

"Come on! Take down the thief, get a reward of one thousand taels, increase your rank to be a noble, and get promoted to three ranks in a row!" Song Xiangren raised his horsewhip and continued to encourage the soldiers to die one after another.

That's right, it's death!But Song Xiangren believed that Jun Moxin couldn't last long.Before the thousands of troops were slaughtered, Jun Moxin would definitely fall down first.

——Take down the thief, get a reward of one thousand taels, and increase your rank to become a noble!
Another familiar yet unfamiliar voice pierced the tunnel of time, spanning a distance of 17 years, and resounded coldly in Jun Moxin's ears again.

The same is not forgiving, not dying!
"Ah!" Jun Mo raised his head to the sky and screamed loudly, his voice was like a tear, deafening.Following his whistling, the army horses seemed to be overturned by the hurricane, and they all staggered and fell back. Many people fell off the horses and were routed.

Song Xiangren's war horse couldn't hold on anymore, he raised his horse's hoof with a long hiss, and almost threw him off the horse's back.Fortunately, he was a military officer, and he had some real skills. He hurriedly reined in, managed to stabilize the horse, and narrowly avoided making a fool of himself in public.

After escaping this catastrophe, Song Xiangren couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment, and shouted angrily: "What a bunch of useless things! Don't back down, let me charge forward..."

Standing in front of the thousands of troops, Jun Moxin suddenly turned his head, but it made the three armies pale in horror, and even Song Xiangren swallowed back the half of what he hadn't finished speaking.

The man with black hair and white robe opened a pair of eyes that were as red as blood, like a demon from hell.

"Ah, ghost!"

"Demon!"

"No, Jun Moxin has become a demon!"

The morale of the army was disordered, and for a while they lost their courage and fighting spirit.Facing the blood-eyed man who went mad, and the corpses of his companions all over the field, it made people tremble with fear.

By coincidence, everyone retreated one after another. If they hadn't been concerned about the Rushan military order, deserters would be killed without mercy, they would have run away long ago!

Jun Mo opened his blood-colored pupils, lost his mind, completely immersed in the massacre 17 years ago, and started killing again.

As time passed, as more and more soldiers died and wounded, his snow-white robe was finally stained with blood.This shows that he who has lost his mind no longer knows how to dodge, otherwise, with his mighty internal strength, he would not have stained the hem of his clothes.

It was another sunset and dusk, and the Shura Valley, which was full of killing sounds, turned into a Shura Field, a hell on earth, just a stone's throw away.

(End of this chapter)