Shin's painter

Shen Xiaozhi sneered and said: "Here is Shen, ugly words come first. Go back and ask your master to find out who I am before you start. If you make a mistake, I'm afraid he won't be able to claim the throne."

How could that man allow a woman to tease the prince.

He waved his hand and shouted: "All the officers and men listened to the order, captured the woman alive, and handed it over to the prince. Go up—!"

With an order, the blue army rushed in.

He rushed forward a few steps, but stopped abruptly, causing dust and smoke to spread everywhere.

The yellow smoke dissipated.

Standing in front of Painter Shen were more than 20 people, dressed in black and holding knives or swords in uniform, with solemn faces and neat movements.Their swords are all pointing at the blue army.The leader of the blue army reined in his horse and shouted: "Who dares to stop our army from doing business?"

One of the men in black walked out, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Jiang, everyone is their own master. I hope you will retreat in spite of the difficulties. Otherwise,"

Jiang Yong was startled, they actually knew who he was, he pretended to be calm and asked: "Otherwise what?"

The man replied word by word: "Kill—no—pardon."

Such an arrogant tone, so bold.

Their number is more than three times that of the other party, and they are calm and self-possessed, without any tension.Dress in black? !I seem to have seen it somewhere, quite familiar...Jiang Yong's memory loss does not mean that no one remembers it. Someone in the team screamed: "Black... Black Army! It's the Black Army!"

The Black Army belongs to the Little Zhao King.

They are the most elite troops in the Sanyuan Kingdom, one person is worth a thousand, and wherever they go, not a single blade of grass grows.

Hearing someone mention his name, the black soldier just sneered and looked coldly at his opponent's flickering eyes.

The leader asked: "Brother Jiang, is he going to retreat, or not?"

Jiang Yong faced the choice of life and death for the first time.

If he didn't complete the order of Prince Cheng, returning to the capital would be a dead end.Fighting against the most elite men, the Black Army who killed people without blinking an eye, ended in a dead end, and had to pay for the lives of hundreds of brothers.Retreat, no way, advance, no way.

"Yes... is it Xiao Wang who wants to protect her?" Jiang Yong was struggling to die.

Even the emperor didn't ask who the little king of Zhao wanted to kill. Similarly, whoever the little king of Zhao wanted to save, he would definitely be able to keep it.

The leader replied: "We have no right to intervene in the affairs of the master."

Although they are members of the Black Army, they appear to be the troops of King Zhao, but in fact they belonged to King Fan's family long ago and obeyed the arrangement of the King.The king of the county has an order, and if the artist Baoshen is ordered, they will naturally obey the order, even if the opponent is the famous blue army.

Someone in the Blue Army raised a knife and called: "Come on! Let them see what we are capable of!"

You can't retreat, you will die if you retreat.

They all understand.

How could Jiang Yong not understand, he could only yell angrily: "Chong——!"

There are bound to be mistakes in the melee.

Shen Xiaozhi was pushed aside, Ali and Sun Ling stood in front of her.Occasionally, warriors rushed over, but Ali and Sun Ling could only fight back with their swords. When the masters fought, the yellow sand rolled... The collision of swords and swords was as crisp as a song, and the gurgling was like flowing water, and it seemed like it would not stop.

It was just an instant.

Even after many years, Sun Ling dare not forget this fleeting moment.

A sharp long sword passed her and pierced Shen painter's shoulder...

The long sword made a surprise attack, stabbing at herself from behind, and the Shen painter on the side pushed her away with all her strength to block her.Sun Ling hugged her falling in a daze.Painter Shen's face turned pale, and he murmured: "Things...there are only three things, I won't let you..."

Chapter 63

Apart from Painter Shen, Sun Ling fell in a pool of blood...

She held Shen painter in a daze on the battlefield of swords, lights and swords, without any defense, the ruthless sword cut her back, her hand...but it was far less painful than her at this moment.Sun Ling asked: "For... why did you save me? Why?"

Blood gushed out, a broken sword stuck in her chest, Shen Xiaozhi's face was as white as paper, her temples were wet with cold sweat, she grasped Sun Ling's wrist tightly, and forced out a calm smile. "I...I don't want you to die. No. Sun Ling, if...if there is a next life, I...I...I will definitely not let you down—"

The salty tears blurred Sun Ling's eyes.

Hearing the sincerity of Painter Shen, she turned angry instead of happy. "No... I don't want a next life. I don't want a damn next life, I just want your present, the second half of your life!"

"...um—" Shen Xiaozhi faintly responded, and then passed out.

With no way out, the Blue Army fought desperately and bravely swung their swords into battle.Even though the black army was elite, with one against five, they were caught in a trap when they met lifeless men, and had no time to care about the two wounded and down on the ground.On the other hand, the helpers of the idlers have already joined the battle, and the spies of the Sun family waved their swords to retreat from the enemy...

The two sides fought to the death, each of them was red-eyed.

Sun Ling and Painter Shen were left unattended.

The sword sliced ​​through her back, her arms...

Unable to fight back, Sun Ling hugged the unconscious Painter Shen tightly, hot tears rolled down into the yellow earth.

Just at the critical moment, a tall and strong figure threw away the chaotic swords, rushed to her, bent over and cursed: "You don't want to die! Qiwa!"

When the two armies confront each other, Lao Jin wants to help the fisherman, but he has been hiding in the dark for a long time and does not want to show up.Seeing Sun Ling being stabbed like a fallen statue.He couldn't bear it anymore, and faced the danger of revealing his identity, he showed up to rescue him.

The person she loved fell into her arms, and Sun Ling had already lost her soul and spirit.