Several arrows were shot in succession, and Fanlu protected Zuiju in front of him with one hand, and danced the sword with the other, blocking the arrows that were shooting at Zuiju one by one. Suddenly, there was a severe pain on his back. He knew that he had been caught by an arrow. He was afraid that Zuiju would worry, so he gritted his teeth and did not hum, and just rode his horse forward.

At this time, the last guard beside Pingting also fell off the horse's back.

The trend is over.

The pursuers followed closely behind were approaching, and the leader was He Xia, wearing red robe. Pingting and others rushed out of the formation formed when they were soft and soft. They were shot one by one by one by the archers under He Xia. Gradually, only three or four survivors were left.

When the last guard fell down, the familiar and delicate back suddenly jumped into his eyes.

He Xia's heart seemed to fall into reincarnation at that moment.

Looking back at the time, the literary windows are frequently opened and the green foil is high in rolls.

My mother came with a little girl and laughed and walked on the snow.

"Look, what a cute girl, I have a destiny to be with our Prince Jing'an Mansion."

"Xia'er, do you know what fate is?"

No.

No!

Where did fate come from? Where did Prince Jing'an's Mansion come from?

Where did Xiao Jing'an go?

When I suddenly came to my senses, the moment passed before my eyes. But the rain of arrows had stopped, and the archers were all looking at him, waiting for his next order.

"Why don't you shoot arrows? Who told you to stop?" He Xia shouted angrily.

Snatched the big bow of the guard beside him, tilted the strings of the arrow, and aimed forward.

A person next to him suddenly rushed over in the air and shouted, "Stop!" He started to act too quickly, but unexpectedly hit He Xia's hand. He Xia relaxed his hand, and a sharp arrow broke through the air with a loud bang.

The sharp arrowheads cut through the air and passed through the blood-soaked open space between the two teams of men with a huge number of disparity, causing a slight whistle.

The arrow has left the string.

He shot, he shot himself.

He Xia watched the arrow fly forward. At that moment, time seemed to stop and flow backward. The arrow's five fingers were paralyzed. He didn't think it was his hands, his chest was empty, he didn't realize that his heart was in it, and a kind of sadness that could not be accommodated by the vast ocean, which hit his limbs and bones hard.

"Over the years we have been studying and playing together, and even going on a horse together, and we have been through life and death together.

"But you only treat me as your brother, and I only treat you as your sister. I really don't want you to be wronged.

"Who said that he must find the most suitable husband, otherwise he would rather be alone for life?"

But it can't be Chu Beijie...

Why, it was Chu Beijie?

The arrow shot straight into Pingting's back, but because he was not full of strength, he was already weak. Zuiju happened to look back in Fanlu's arms and saw this scene. She was so scared that she almost scattered her soul and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Low your head!"

When Pingting heard this, she leaned forward without thinking. A cold arrow immediately flew over her back, making her sweat.

He Xiayuan saw that Pingting was not caught in the arrow, and his heart was relieved for a moment, but then he was furious, and whipped Dong Zhuo hard and shouted: "You are so brave!"

"Young master, that's Pingting, it's Pingting!" Dong Zhuo rushed over, just hugging his thighs that were hanging down on the horse, and burst into tears.

He Xia raised the whip in his hand and couldn't take it any longer. He looked up again, Pingting and others pulled a distance from his army. He Xia gently kicked Dong Zhuo aside and said coldly: "I'll punish you when I come back." Then he pulled out his sword and said, "Don't shoot arrows, continue chasing them alive!"

Yun Chang's army responded with a loud bang, and the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves sounded again.

Pingting and others were no longer able to run away. No matter how they waved their whip, the horse under them gradually slowed down. The sound of killing behind them slowly approached. Everyone gritted their teeth and planned to rush up to the hillside in front of them to the death.

As soon as he reached the slope, the horse beneath Pingting neighed sadly, and both of its front hooves knelt down. Pingting rolled to the ground, rolled over twice, looked up and saw that the dust was flying in front of her eyes. In the yellow dust, she saw a very familiar face.

He Xia, Xiao Jing'an King, Yun Chang's prince consort, and the tyrants who poisoned the four countries.

Young Master... This man who grew up together...

The man who was once handsome and charming, now has a pair of painful eyes.

The pain of loneliness, the pain of not finding a way out.

That is a kind of pain that never ends.

Pingting was caught off guard and was hit by the pain in his eyes.

Just by looking up, she was stunned.

No matter how many grudges you have, you can end with a simple end like love, hate, life and death. It is also a good thing to be able to settle them.

Thinking of this, Pingting couldn't help but smile at him.

After Pingting was dismissed, He Xia's eyes never left her for a moment. At this moment, she smiled slightly, as if she had infinite magic power, turning the noisy killing sounds around her into a breeze and white clouds.

He Xia pulled his horse.

As soon as he stopped his horse, the army behind him slammed his horse. After a long neighing, the battlefield, which had just been shrouded in the sound of killing and splashing blood, suddenly became surprisingly quiet.

Between heaven and earth, quiet down.

Is it you?

Is the one I know in front of me?

Or have we all forgotten what you and I used to be?

A faint breeze swept across He Xia and Pingting's eyes, as if an autumn leaf fell on the water, rippling ripples.

In this very short moment, a sharp roar broke through this quiet world.

"Pingting!" The thick and steady call filled with indomitable confidence, which shocked everyone.

One man and one rider suddenly appeared on the hillside, like a god coming to the world. Before everyone could react, they rushed towards Pingting, who was caught in a lightning speed.

Thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, imposing power.

The black cloak was filled with wind, like a pair of soaring wings waving behind him.

Chu Beijie has arrived.

King Zhenbei, arrived.

He Xia reacted very quickly. As soon as he saw Chu Beijie, he rode his horse and rushed towards Pingting, and waved his sword and picked it. However, before the sword reached Pingting, there was a white light in front of him. Chu Beijie's divine power sword was swinging silently. He Xia hurriedly returned to the sword to block it.

clang!

In the lightning and fire of two peerless swords, there was a sudden sound of drums. After a while, thousands of flags appeared on the hillside, with the two big words "Yongtai" written on them. Countless soldiers rushed out like tides on the hillside.

Qi Tian stood under the commander's flag, with tears in his eyes, and drew his sword and said loudly: "Brothers, shout to me, He Xia killed the princess!"

"He Xia killed the princess!"

"Avenge the princess! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

The thousands of soldiers of Yun Chang who had recovered their strength shouted and rushed down like angry beasts. The two men and horses collided like two surging torrents, gradually fusing into a piece of flesh and blood that reflected red light.

"Kill! Take revenge! Take revenge for the princess!"

"He Xia killed the princess!"

"Princess!"

"Princess Yaotian!"

When He Xia saw Yongtai army appearing behind Chu Beijie, he knew it was not good. He secretly regretted that his methods were not ruthless enough and did not get rid of Qitian early. Now he regretted it is useless.

When Chu Beijie saw Pingting landing, he felt very distressed. He fought against He Xia in a desperate attempt. The Divine Power Sword Technique was fatal and stabbed straight out. He Xia waved the sword in his hand and tried hard to block the sword, without moving back a single step.

The soldiers around him were in chaos and fell into a battle. They couldn't tell each other in the shadow of swords and swords.

It was the first time that He Xia and Chu Beijie fought head-on. After a few rounds, each of his arms was numb and he couldn't help but look at each other panting and sighed: It's said that they are brave generals, but they really live up to their reputation.

He Xia returned a sword and said with a smile: "The King of Zhenbei is very capable. He can even persuade my army to rebel, but I have two armies, one against two, do you think I can defeat me?"

Chu Beijie's subordinates were not merciless, and his sword appeared horizontally, and he swept across He Xia's right shoulder, but his face felt relaxed. He smiled and asked, "Does Xiao Jing'an have soldiers on his hands? Which of these tens of millions of soldiers is willing to serve you?"

This sentence was stabbing He Xia's desperation. He heard Yongtai Jun shouting the name of Princess Yaotian, and his heart was already stinging. What's more, Chu Beijie ridiculed him and said with a deep face: "Look at the sword!" The sword was stabbed out, but before he reached Chu Beijie, he suddenly turned around and stabbed Pingting who was sitting aside.

"You dare!" Chu Beijie was furious and flew forward to protect him.

He Xia raised his lips and smiled, and the sword edge turned and rushed straight to Chu Beijie's throat. Chu Beijie saw his sword edge suddenly coming to his eyes, and was calm and fearless. The Divine Power Sword then arrived first, slashing towards He Xia's arm holding the sword like lightning. Even if He Xia stabbed him, he would lose a right hand. How could He Xia be so willing to withdraw his sword quickly?

The two of them went back and forth, although they were in the blink of an eye, they were exhausted when they fought each other with their lives. He Xia came from afar, thinking that his physical strength would not be as good as Chu Beijie, who had been recuperating for a long time, would not be able to beat him if he didn't want a plan.

He knew that Chu Beijie cares about Pingting and would inevitably protect Pingting regardless of his own safety when in danger, so he seized this fatal point and thought about how to attack Pingting.

Chu Beijie has not had an expedition to fight recently, and is at its peak. At this moment, he wants to protect Pingting from the chaos army, and is still powerful and as stable as Mount Tai.

After a few more moves, He Xia gradually showed fatigue. Chu Beijie was eager to win. He moved slightly without realizing it. Unexpectedly, He Xia sneered and suddenly invaded, hit Chu Beijie hard with knees. Then he flipped his left hand and silently took out a small knife with a flash of cold light and stabbed Pingting behind Chu Beijie.

Chu Beijie was dealing with the sword on his right hand. When the corner of his eyes moved, he suddenly realized that there was a knife in his left hand. Seeing that it was too late to stop it, he shouted urgently: "Pingting!" His heart sank.

Pingting was protected by Chu Beijie and did not see clearly the situation of his fight with He Xia. At this time, she just looked at the blade and looked at the hand along the blade. Her eyes were as clear as water, and her eyes were shot into the depths of He Xia's eyes without any resentment.

He Xia's heart seemed to be torn by someone suddenly stretched out his hand, and his hand couldn't help but relax, and his face was filled with loneliness, and then he was covered with distorted pain.

"Young Master!"

Pingting's scream came into her ears. He Xia took a few steps back and looked down at himself. On his shoulders and chest were covered with bright red blood. The severe pain spread at this time.

Chu Beijie strode towards him, and suddenly a figure rushed forward, blocking his way, and slashed him with a knife. Chu Beijie held a sword and blocked it. Just as he was about to take a sword, the enemy suddenly rushed over and hugged Chu Beijie's hand and shouted: "No! Don't kill Dongzhuo!"

Chu Beijie glanced at him and saw that the little ghost who escaped from his palace that day was actually wearing general's clothes. Looking at He Xia again, he had already gotten on his horse and ran out among the soldiers fighting for a while.

He Xia endured the pain and rode his horse away from Chu Beijie, shouting: "Carry the team, listen to my orders and concentrate to the west." Today's mistake was to make the Chu Beijie's surprise soldiers stand out. He Xia believed that he had more troops under his command, and as long as he concentrated and integrated, it would not be difficult to defeat Yongtai's army.

A burst of pain surged from the shoulders and chest.

He Xia's men were trapped in close combat. After listening to He Xia's order, they passed by one: "Concentrate, go west! Go west!" They gathered to the west one after another.
Chapter completed!