"Hibiscus Blooms: Only Envy Mandarin Ducks, Not Immortals"

Chapter 95

The sword swung faster and faster, and the sword flowers turned more and more. At that moment, Yiyuan just wanted to end the melee as soon as possible.

He heard the voice of the enemy army, his Yi Guo soldiers fell beside him, and his princess stood in the encirclement not far away.

At this moment, how could he not fight the enemy to the death!

Fortunately, after hearing his order, his subordinates are attacking one by one according to what he said, especially the Tianshan disciples from the east and west pavilions led by Ji Xiang and Xiaoyaozi, who are simply unstoppable. The direction gradually moved closer to him.

Shutting his eyebrows slightly, at that moment, Yiyuan's sword wind became even fiercer.But he didn't expect that as soon as he let go of his heart, he suddenly felt a light behind him, and the enemy army shot a series of long arrows with fire from the southeast corner behind him. Chaoyang Prince Jing Chaoyang!Standing beside him was Jing Lanxuan who was still dressed in red.

Such a good plan to lure the enemy with his own generals!
Sword eyebrows frowned suddenly, and Yiyuan immediately slashed at the countless sharp arrows flying fast, even so, the wailing sounds of being stabbed by the arrows around him still reached his ears one after another.

You are so vicious!

Angry in his heart, he jumped into the air and fired more than a dozen Thunderbolt beads at the dark crowd one after another.All of a sudden, there were repeated explosions, and he heard the wailing of the enemy army in the dense smoke.Of course, there was also Jing Chaoyang's voice, "Trash, keep shooting arrows!"

He was even more angry in his heart, and he immediately jumped towards the voice who spoke. The wind of the sword was fierce, mixed with strong internal force, so that the group of archers fell to the ground one after another. Taking advantage of the chaos, he immediately cut his throat with a sword.

Keeping these people is always a disaster.

At that moment, Zhao Zhao lethally swung the dense sword wind, and Na Yiyuan only felt that he was the deadly Rakshasa.

But if he didn't kill or be killed, he could only be so ruthless!

"We meet again." At the moment when the blood stained the moon-white shirt, he suddenly heard Jing Zhaoyang's voice, and he waved it away, and he suddenly felt numb.That Jing Chaoyang took advantage of his distraction and swung his sharp sword repeatedly.

Bracing himself for the battle, he immediately resorted to his housekeeping skills and came to the encirclement of the enemy army alone. He had to get out as soon as possible.But that Jing Chaoyang was not a fuel-efficient lamp either, with his black clothes flying around, he immediately entangled Yiyuan like a poisonous snake.

The two figures, one black and one white, looked like a dragon mashing the sky, and like a tiger roaring.Leaping up, flipping, and swinging the sword, like a strong wind and strong grass, people can't distinguish the moves at all. They just feel that the black and white figure is wrapped in bursts of sword energy, making people... unable to get close.

About half an hour later, the crowd suddenly heard a long howl, and at the moment of lightning and thunder, their prince fell from a high altitude to the ground, the hand holding the sword drooped lifelessly, and profuse blood flowed from his arm. It flowed to the back of the hand, and then dripped from the back of the hand...splashing to the ground.

"Quick, capture King Qing!" It was an unknown voice.

As soon as the sound fell, the flow of people rushed towards Yiyuan who was still in mid-air, and the sound of shouts, knives, and arrows mixed with the whistling wind resounded through the sky.However, even though the crowd was surging, Na Yiyuan still faced the challenge calmly.

The more he fought, the more courageous he was, and the more blood flowed, until a bright firework flashed in the northwest direction, and he left in a flash.

Oops, his girl... something happened!

"My lord, my concubine...she—" Sure enough, as soon as his feet landed on Yijun's camp, he heard Ah Yi's panic.

He didn't respond, but just looked at Ah Yi coldly, wishing he could stab the kneeling man with his sword.

"Subordinates are incompetent—"

"Don't chase after me!" No longer wanting to hear any explanation, Yiyuan immediately roared, "What are you kneeling here for?"

"My lord!" However, even though he was so angry, he never saw Ah Yi get up, and the kneeling man handed him a red note while trembling.

Stretching out his hand to grab it, Jing Lanxuan's handwriting was imprinted on the note: Don't chase after me, A Nuo was taken away by me!

hateful!

After tearing up the note, he immediately said through gritted teeth, "Let the dark guards follow quietly!"

Eyebrows can't help but look around, there are still fighting crowds, still screaming desperately, there will still be rockets coming...

My heart sank, yes, I can't leave here to save her myself.

"All Yijun, attack towards the southeast!" The leader waved his sword, and he immediately jumped towards the southeast. At this moment, it is time to encircle Wei and save Zhao.

In an instant, the crowd surged, and the fighting became even more intense.

(End of this chapter)