Lang Jun is coming

Pei Lian and Song Yiqing did not run for long.The wind is heavy and the snow is deep, and the front is completely white and I don't know the direction.A horse carrying two people always slows down.

Looking at the sound of horseshoes that were close at hand, Pei Lian tightened his horse's head and turned around to face Bu Liuhan and the others. He tilted his head and asked Song Yiqing in a low voice, "Can Ah Chi know how to use a sword?"

He loosened his frown, and his face was more free and easy.If there is no way to retreat, then it is a desperate fight.

The civil servants of the Heng Dynasty all held brushes in their hands and accompanied by the fragrance of ink. They had never held weapons, let alone knew how to use them.But Song Yiqing saw what Pei Lian was thinking, and without hesitation, he raised a smile and asked, "What does it matter if you will or not?"

Anyway, this time they will be back against each other, life and death.

Bu Liuhan had already led people to surround the two of them. When the situation was clear, Pei Lian roughly counted them, and there were five people in total.After thinking about it, I also know who insisted on taking their lives.

After all, it is the person who has fought against him, and the five people are really prepared for him.

"Master Pei, don't waste your energy in vain. It's okay to send you away decently."

Feeling that the two of them were hard to fly, the melancholy on Bu Liuhan's brows dissipated a lot, and seeing the two of them was determined to win.

Killing Pei Lian and Song Yiqing was a great feat.

Several people were covered in snow, and their vision was blocked by the obliquely flying snowflakes.A silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and the scimitar struck, and Pei Lian drew the imperial sword behind him to block it.

The weapons collided and let out a soft groan, and the rest of the people rushed up when they saw that the boss had already made a move.

Pei Lian kicked one sideways, leaned back and snatched the scimitar on the left, and quickly and accurately wiped the neck of the man before him with the short sword in his hand.

Blood spurted out and splashed on his face. The man instinctively covered his throat with his hands, but he fell onto the horse's back more and more weakly, staining the snow on his body red.

Liuhan's scimitar slid down from the blade, almost touching the center of his eyebrows.

Bu Liuhan's eyes were scarlet, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out because of the force, and he moved the machete down a little more.

There was a stalemate on their side, and Song Yiqing's situation was not much better.Except for Bu Liuhan who was restrained by Pei Lian, one was killed and one was injured, and there were two remaining.

The machete brushed the sleeve and cut a long opening, exposing the cotton wool inside the long coat.The corners of Song Yiqing's eyes were bright red, and the dagger in his hand slashed hard into the man's arm.

He couldn't compare to Pei Lian who had practiced martial arts. He was reckless and unskilled when he made a move, and he made up for the gap when he caught the gap.

The white knife went in and the red knife came out, the man let out a cry of pain and the scimitar fell to the ground.Just when he thought he was safe from danger, he saw another man's scimitar pointing straight at the head on his neck.

"Jump down!"

Naturally, Pei Lian always paid attention to the movement behind her from the corner of her eye, and shouted anxiously at a critical moment.At the same time, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to lift Bu Liuhan's scimitar, put the dagger at his waist, supported the horse's back with his hands, and flew out obliquely with his feet off the pedals, and the soap boots caught Bu Liuhan's neck. Turning around, he forcefully pulled the man off the horse.

Da Xingren is best at fighting on horseback, and Pei Lian will definitely suffer in this.Therefore, in order to gain vitality, it is necessary to get this group of people off their horses.

Bu Liuhan also knew where his advantages were. He held the reins tightly and refused to let go. In the end, he still fell on the snow. The horse hurt so badly that he pulled it, and raised his front hooves violently and almost stepped on his chest. .

Song Yiqing jumped off the horse and rolled a few times on the snow, her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and Fu Zhi got up in a heartbeat and stabbed the horse's neck in front of her with a sword.

Suffering from the pain, the horse, which had been docile just now, stamped its hooves like crazy, trying to throw the person on its back off.Until at last most of the blood flowed out, and he fell down on the snow with a muffled groan.

Now that he lost his immediate advantage and Bu Liuhan's strength was hindered, Pei Lian let go of his hands and feet.It doesn't matter whether it's the imperial sword bestowed by the government or not, just use it to slash Bu Liuhan fiercely, every time it hurts.

"Pei Lian!"

Bu Liuhan was ashamed and angry because of his successive defeats, and wished he could eat his opponent's flesh and blood.Hot sweat broke out on his forehead, and the scimitar swing gradually lost its tricks, leaving only a lot of strength.

Seeing this, Pei Lian kept his face calm and defensive, and turned around to look behind the man, his red round collar robe was eye-catching.Bu Liuhan only saw his blood-stained side face flash past, and then he was pierced through the shoulder blade by a sword.

The unbearable pain spread from the shoulder, and the spilled blood fell on the sheepskin coat.

"Zhu He was also killed by you?"

Thinking of Zhu He, Pei Lian couldn't help feeling sorry for the fact that only the hilt remained of the long sword.

Obviously that person was fine when he was in the capital, and he just gave a dowry gift to his sweetheart...

Nothing left!

Pei Lian's eyes were dark, filled with deep hatred for Daxing.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Bu Liuhan spit out a mouthful of blood foam as if he had heard some joke, "So what if we did it? Your civil servants in the Heng Dynasty are really pampered, but they died after being dragged by us for a few miles. It is torn, the bones are ground flat, and it is really worse than a dog."

They have been oppressed by the Heng Dynasty for too long, so they want to insult the civil servants to show some anger.

Didn't the people in Heng Dynasty look down on them the most, calling them barbarians?Then let those civil servants lose their usual elegance and howl, and die like a dog.

Pei Lian was very clear about what Bu Liuhan was thinking when he killed Zhu He, but it made him feel even more distressed just because he knew.

To die like that is clearly a humiliation.

The blade has slowly sunk into the neck, and when the air gradually thinned, Bu Liuhan suddenly showed a strange smile through the reflective scimitar, and said in a voice mixed with blood foam in his throat: "Really kill those two The civil servants are not us, the insidiousness of stabbing your own people in the back is not flattering to the big business..."

Pei Lian's strength froze, but Bu Liuhan's trachea had been severed, and the scimitar fell silently into the snow under his feet.Smelling the strong smell of blood, Song Yiqing's terrified voice could be heard next to his ears.

"Be careful, Pei Lian!"

He turned his head and found that the person who was kicked in the chest by him at the beginning had rushed behind him at some point, and the scimitar was attacking at the position of his heart.

Bu Liuhan, who had already seen something strange in the reflection of the blade just now, let out a last strange laugh, and the expression on his face was so frozen that he died.

It took Song Yiqing a lot of effort to kill the big pedestrian with the injured arm.Seeing such a horrifying scene, he quickly slid his dagger down and cut off the ankle of the man who attacked Pei Lian before he could think about it.

"Well……"

At the juncture of life or death, the dagger was caught in the ankle and could not be pulled out.The man slowed down due to the pain, Song Yiqing threw himself on his back and pressed the other's head firmly with his hand that was writing and flipping through the book.

Because of this tossing, the blade lost its aim and avoided Pei Lian's vital point.

All this was only a few breaths later, Pei Lian let go of the dead Bu Liuhan, turned around and was plunged into the abdomen by the scimitar.

He held the opponent's wrist tightly, not letting the blade aggravate the wound.Under the severe pain, he couldn't help kneeling down and propped himself on the ground with one hand, blood flowed from his mouth.The color of the clothes was originally red, but the abdomen turned black and red, and gradually expanded.

Song Yiqing seemed to have lost something else in her eyes, she only pressed Da Xingren's head with both hands desperately.Until Pei Lian made a sound.

"He is dead……"

With a sudden withdrawal of strength, Song Yiqing realized that his hands and feet were weak after a while.He raised his head in a daze, his hair was slightly disheveled, and he didn't know where the cage towel fell during the scuffle.There were still blood stains on his face.Looking down again, this person was actually suffocated to death by being held down by himself in the snow.

Surrounded by corpses, Song Yiqing slowly got up and wiped his face, then stumbled to help Pei Lian.

"It hurts...does it hurt?"

After stammering, he wanted to bite off his tongue.The wound is so deep, how can it not hurt?I just asked a stupid question.

However, Pei Lian didn't think it was stupid. He used his last strength to break off the fingers on the handle of the knife one by one, and fell into Song Yiqing's arms. He said weakly, "It hurts...it hurts..."

The loss of blood left him cold and lifeless, and his lips were frighteningly pale.

He turned sideways, and Song Yiqing obediently embraced him in his arms. Hearing his cries of pain, and seeing that the blood in his abdomen could not be stopped, Song Yiqing was at a loss for a moment.

"You... pull it out..."

Enough of being in someone's arms, Pei Lian lay on the snow with his body crooked, took Song Yiqing's hand and put it on the handle of the knife, it was easy to say.

"No!" Without even thinking about it, Song Yiqing refused.

The previous crossbow bolt was on the arm, but this scimitar did more damage than the crossbow bolt, and the wound was on the abdomen, so how could you just pull it out?

However, Pei Lian was very stubborn, and he smiled at people with relief, "Don't worry..., I can't die, I can't die. Pull it out!"

His voice was very firm, and it looked like he wouldn't get up unless he pulled out the scimitar. Song Yiqing couldn't resist him, and finally held the handle of the knife trembling with his fingertips, focusing entirely on the wound.Although he knew that it was difficult for Pei Lian to get up by himself now.

The faces of both of them were covered with other people's blood, and neither of them got any better. They were in a terrible mess.Pei Lian's chest rose and fell weakly, feeling the pain in his abdomen gradually increasing, and knew that Song Yiqing was about to draw the knife.

The boundless snow field, what you see is white, the cold wind stopped at some point, and even the snow became smaller.The surrounding space was terrifyingly empty and silent, but Pei Lian felt extremely at ease.His whole body was stuck to the ground, he didn't know if it was an illusion, his hands and feet were getting colder and unbearable, he instinctively leaned towards Song Yiqing, but he had no strength at all, he just groped to hold the warm sleeve of the man hand.

Song Yiqing's movement of drawing the knife was almost startled by this man like an ice cube. He was anxious and angry, but when he saw Pei Lian lying on the ground, he couldn't say anything, so he was cruel and quickly pulled out the knife. knife.

There was a slight sticky sound as the blade rubbed against the flesh, and blood gushed out instantly.Song Yiqing cut off the long coat and put it on for Pei Lian to tie.The cotton wadding inside was dyed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made him feel speechless panic.

"Pei Lian, Pei Lian!"

He turned his head and saw that this person's face was even scarier than before. If he could not observe the rise and fall of his chest, he would not be alive at all.

Contrary to Pei Lian's mood, only herself was left in the huge silent place, Song Yiqing had never felt so small and had nowhere to rely on.He was afraid that Pei Lian would fall asleep like this and would never wake up again, so he patted his face and pulled him up with difficulty.

Pei Lian was originally a tall and tall figure, but now his crookedness is supported by Song Yiqing's thin shoulders.She couldn't lift her eyelids anymore, she could only lean against the neck of the person so weakly to respond.

"not dead……"

After finishing speaking, thinking about reassuring Song Yiqing, she forcefully teased and asked, "You, kiss me...it won't hurt..."

He gradually didn't feel the pain anymore, only the unrelieved cold remained, like a puppet following Song Yiqing forward.

According to Song Yiqing's temperament, he will definitely not fulfill his wish, and he will reprimand him a few words.

But with his eyes closed, he couldn't see the redness in the corners of Song Yiqing's eyes, holding him half tightly and not letting go, then tilting his head slightly.

There was warmth on the cheeks, and the breath teased the fluff.Pei Lian greedily absorbed the rare heat, but his head became heavier and heavier, as if he wanted to drag himself down the endless abyss.

Song Yiqing pressed her lips against the corner of Pei Lian's mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't sleep, I'll take you to Pingyang Pass."

After a lot of effort, Song Yiqing managed to put the man on the horse's back.He is not as tall as Pei Lian, and his strength is the size of an ordinary civil servant.When the person fell down, he got up and tried again, but the tears that had been endured repeatedly still fell from the corners of his eyes.Finally, he yelled worriedly.

"Pei Lian?"

After a long time, there was an almost inaudible response from behind.He said again: "Hold me tight, don't sleep."

Even if you don't know how to ride a horse, you can only rely on yourself at this moment.

The wind and snow had all stopped, and the sun appeared faintly in the sky.The golden light reflected on the figures of the two riding horses to Pingyang Pass.

Pei Lian hugged Song Yiqing's waist according to his words, with no blood on his pale face, he replied in a low voice, "Don't sleep..."