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The bowstring was tense, and the sharp shoulder pointed at the fragile wooden barrel. Lucas's bewitching voice sounded in his ears: "Yes, good boy, kill him, and you will be free."

The trembling hands show the entanglement in the heart, and the rapidly changing expression also shows the struggle between the two forces in the body.

After a long time, the power finally calmed down, and Snow's hand holding the bow and arrow became firm.

"Yes, well done, good boy, kill him as you think."

Lucas's voice was full of joy, and his hot and humid breath was blown into Snow's ears.

If he kept on talking like this instead of trying to secretly draw out the sword at his waist, Snow might really have shot the arrow in his hand.

The heart has been exhausted for too long, no matter how firm the belief in the heart is, it will inevitably be bewitched.

Fortunately, the sound of Lucas drawing out his sword woke Snow up.

So Snow smiled slightly, and shot out the sharp arrow in Lucas's ecstatic gaze, then turned around quickly, and blocked the sword that Lucas struck down with his longbow.

"Snow White!"

Lucas's sneak attack plan was broken, and he roared angrily.

The wooden barrel at the other end was hit in half by an arrow, and the arrow that missed it did not hurt the person inside. The person fell to the ground all of a sudden, dodging the guards' attack with his explosive potential in a dying state. After being caught, one rolled and rolled under the elevated road, then stood up while rolling and crawling, and ran towards Snow's direction.

Snow watched all this from the corner of his eye, his heart settled down, and then he quickly drew the sword at his waist to fight against Lucas's attack.

One is a person who once possessed the power of the devil, and the other is a person who has been trained for a long time. The two guys with top skills are fighting with fierce movements that are unsightly to the naked eye.

Although the two tried to influence and injure each other in various ways, and tried their best to avoid this kind of face-to-face struggle, when they actually faced each other, they never evaded it, and the murderous aura emanating from their bodies made everyone around them want to retreat three times. Abandon.

The fact is exactly the same, the clear and crisp sound of the sword clashing continuously, and the negotiation in the shadow of the sword is more about the opponent's determination to kill.

The terrifying aura of the two made the surrounding guards retreat to the farthest place, only the man in the barrel approached cautiously and quietly.

In such a cruel and fierce fight, the condition of the two opponents is actually not very good.

Lucas sent his own blood into Snow's body, intending to control him, but failed, so the blow to his body needless to say.

Of course, Snow is more than willing to give up, and the ordinary guard's sword in his hand is not at all as good as the one in Lucas's hand. Although the two are in a seemingly equal confrontation, if Lucas can compare He lasted longer, and it was only a matter of time before he failed.

In such a struggle, God will always give the protagonist a little help.

For example, because of panic, the bodyguards involuntarily retreated to the distance where they could not be rescued in time, and An Jie, one of the helpers who firmly wanted to get closer.

The amazement and dazzle of the onlookers at the struggle prevented them from noticing the attackers stalking by, covered in mud, in time.

An Jie finally stood behind Lucas smoothly, and met Snow's eyes for a moment.

He drew his sword.

The sun finally broke through the dawn, and the chill of early spring gradually dissipated.

Amid the remorseful exclamations of the guards nearby, Lucas' heart was broken by An Jie's sword, and Snow mercilessly cut off his head with his sword immediately afterwards.

The revenge that spanned an unknown amount of time finally settled at this moment. Snow dropped the sword in his hand and picked up the sword that Lucas was holding tightly in his palm. He even cut Lucas's belt and ripped off the The scabbard of the long sword.

"Anjieer, now it's our turn to escape together."

Snow said with a smile.

An Jie coughed up a mouthful of blood, nodded desperately to Snow, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

The two people who loved each other held hands, stepped on the blood of the enemy, and broke the pursuit of the guards with their unstoppable swords. They even snatched a carriage from the palace, and drove the carriage with great fanfare in the city of the enemy. run away.

The sound of horseshoes mixed with the exclamation of pedestrians on the street, and the guards chasing behind screamed fiercely, wanting to make them stop their fleeing footsteps ridiculously.

Snow didn't care about anything, he raised his horsewhip and laughed wantonly. The sun shone on his thin face, revealing the handsomeness and chic he once had.

The blazing sun thought: This person will be like this in the future.

An Jie was lying on the car door, and he laughed too. The blood on his chest dripped down, turning from pitch black to bright red, because the solid iron hoop burst.

Snow heard the sound of the iron hoop shattering, and shouted:

"Ange, the car is broken."

"No, Snow, the car is not broken.

It was the iron band on my chest that rang.

When you were killed and taken away by the enemy,

I too was pierced in the heart by a dagger,

I am in great pain,

So I put an iron band around my chest. "

On the way, the iron hoop burst for the second and third time. The prince always thought that the car was broken, but in fact the iron hoop on the chest of the loyal fawn exploded, because he and his lover had gained freedom and happiness.

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