Eternal Love

   Chapter 153 The Shadow of Death (6)

A cold light flashed, Zhou Yan's sword flew out of his hand and inserted into the pillar behind Zhou Cheng's side; looking at Zhou Yan again, his right hand was already hanging down his side, and the bright red liquid was dripping far and away along his fingertips. , Seems to have completely lost consciousness, it is not difficult to see the seriousness of his injuries.

  Looking at Zhou Yan's abolished right hand hanging on his side, Zhou Cheng couldn't tell what his mood was. Although he knew that injury was inevitable, or that this kind of result was the best? It's just abandoning one right hand. In short, Zhou Cheng thinks that there will be such a result for granted, and there is no doubt at all.

  Suddenly, a mouthful of blood came out, not Zhou Yan, but Zhao Ziheng? I saw him bend down and plunge the sword into the ground to support the gradually losing body.

  Zhou Cheng frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

  Although Zhou Cheng discovered and knew about Zhao Ziheng’s physical condition early in the morning, he still didn’t know the reason for it. If nothing happened the moment before, Zhou Yan’s hand was abolished, so why did he appear to be shaky at this moment?

Wang Ye still didn't make a sound. He closed his eyes tightly to prevent him from looking. He seemed to be holding back something. A muffled sound in his ears made him open his eyes, and he saw Zhao Ziheng landing on one knee with a sword. Zhu Zhou Yan stepped back a few feet away in a kicking posture, and after he stopped, blood was repeatedly sprayed from Zhao Ziheng's mouth.

Seeing this, Wu Yao couldn't hold back anymore, and went forward regardless of Wang Ye's obstruction. Not surprisingly, he was obstructed again by Wang Ye. However, this time Wu Yao couldn't take care of that much, so he swung it away. Unexpectedly, Wang Yewen stayed still? Wu Yao made a move when he was anxious. Of course, he was not Wang Ye's opponent. Before he could see Wang Ye's movements clearly, he was completely unable to move.

"Master Wang, I don't know what you are thinking, but I must say that the emperor will be very dangerous if you continue like this. You can sit and watch, but I can't. I must be ordered by the general to breathe. It will protect the emperor's safety." Wu Yao was rarely angry at Wang Ye's tone, as if returning to the beginning of the two acquaintances.

This time, Wang Ye didn't keep silent as before. Instead, he looked at Wu Yao for a while, half-squinting his eyes as if he was thinking and looking at Wu Yao, before slowly speaking, he said: "I don’t know how much you hear or know from the general. In my opinion, you are not mature enough. There are some things you don’t need to know, but you have to know how to look at it. This battle does not allow anyone to intervene, including you. Me, understand?"

Wu Yao's eyes widened and couldn't say a word. Wang Ye's words seemed to be preaching at first glance, but Wu Yao, who had been with him for a long time, understood that he could let Wang Ye speak this way. There was a reason. Even if he didn't understand it now, he knew that he could no longer refute it, and he was even more powerless to make any deviant behavior to embarrass Wang Ye.

Seeing that Wu Yao's body was relaxed, Wang Ye also let go of the hand that was holding him. He knew that Wu Yao was still confused, but now he didn't have time to explain too much, as long as Wu Yao could understand his position, other things unimportant.

The words and deeds of Wang Ye and Wu Yao were captured by Zhou Cheng and Shan Zhen. The tacit understanding of the two exchanged sights, but no one understood the meaning. This is normal. After all, Wang Ye and Wu Yao have been together for a long time. However, both Zhou Cheng and Shan Zhen understand that Wang Ye and Wu Yao value the same mood as Zhao Ziheng finally. They will never watch Zhao Ziheng in danger, but not including the current situation.

Even if the wind is cold, he is quite unhappy with this sudden change. It's not that he doesn't know Zhao Ziheng's physical condition, but even so, he doesn't want such a result, let alone loses Zhao Ziheng because of it. When thinking about what to decide, Zhou Yan and Zhao Ziheng faced off again.

With the two currently fighting, Zhou Yan can deal with it even if his right hand is abolished and the weapon is lost. On the contrary, Zhao Ziheng can’t do it. He knows that it’s hard to even stand, and he’s doing his best to avoid Zhou Yan’s attack. Besides, it is necessary to counterattack at the right time?

So far, no one can see the outcome of this competition, because everyone knows that accidents will happen at any time, not to mention Zhou Yan and Zhao Ziheng, so it is even more difficult to speculate about the results, no one can easily draw conclusions; however, this time At the end of the competition, a rest was drawn in an unexpected situation...

"Do not!!!!!"

   "Extend!!"

  Two sounds sounded at the same time.

  At a time when Zhou Yan’s owner was absolutely the best time to solve Zhao Ziheng, Zhou Yan’s movements suddenly stopped at the moment of his death. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ziheng’s sword had pierced his chest...

Zhao Ziheng stood still and looked at Zhou Yan with difficulty. Of course he noticed that Zhou Yan's movements stopped instantly. Although he didn't understand why, he could no longer control the sword that he swung, so he could only watch the blood from the corners of Zhou Yan's lips. Overflowing, and then saw a faint arc appearing on the corners of his lips, and finally fell slowly in front of his eyes... However, Zhao Ziheng had no mind that he would fall down because of his sword pierced in the chest before his eyes. Zhou Yan, because he heard a familiar voice as he pierced Zhou Yan's chest. He was so familiar with the sound that hurts to the bone just thinking about it. He slowly turned his head and looked for the sound. What he saw in front of him did not let him. Disappointed, because what caught his eyes was the person who made his heartache the most. Looking at her, he tried hard to lick the corners of his lips and slightly raised them. The **** lips moved slightly, and after all, no sound could be heard. .