Save the beautiful and tragic hero

When Mi Lu realized the existence of the dense fog belatedly, the dense fog had solidified and wrapped around his feet.

Mi Lu suddenly felt something was wrong, and raised his foot to walk forward, but the thick fog moved faster than him, soaring up like a creeper, wrapping around his knees in the blink of an eye.

The thick mist turned into cold liquid and dipped into Mi Lu's clothes and trouser legs, like a fine net, tightly clinging to Mi Lu's skin, and even trying to get inside.

It seemed that there were countless ants gnawing on the flesh wounds.

Mi Lu gritted his teeth, and subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual power, but was shocked to find that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be bound by something, not only couldn't work, but also turned into a pool of stagnant water.

hateful……

This thing has the effect of confining spiritual power!

Mi Lu instantly thought of Wenren's family.

Only those with the surname of Wenren would like to use these insidious things so much, and they themselves are like rats in the gutter, hiding in places where others can't see.

It's disgusting!

Mi Lu didn't know why those people from Wenren's family took so much trouble to attack him as a young man, and he had to get out of the carriage as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he has already summoned the Biyou Sword from the Qiankun Bag.

He swung his sword towards the fog that had solidified into substance at his feet.

The thick fog was cut into two parts immediately, and the dark red light on the Biyou sword still remained where it touched the sword body. The thick fog seemed to be terrified of the red light on the Biyou sword, rushing to escape from Mi Lu like a tide. Legs spread out.

The piercing pain disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Mi Lu was stunned for a moment, but sneered in his heart.

It seems that Wen Ren didn't expect the flame of the blood curse on his Biyou sword, but the puppet controlled by Wen was most afraid of the flame of the blood curse.

"Wen Renzheng, you are as cowardly as a mouse as always. You have no other skills except hiding behind others' backs and making dirty tricks, so you have taught a son who will only hide in the gutter like you and be a mouse." Mi Lu taunted unceremoniously.

The dense fog failed in the sneak attack, and was about to seep out of the carriage to leave, but after hearing Mi Lu's words, the thick fog froze obviously.

Sure enough it was him.

Wen Renzheng.

The contempt in Mi Lu's eyes was even heavier, and he didn't know what to think of, so he sneered and said, "No wonder Hu Luwan didn't choose you, if I were Hu Luwan, I wouldn't like a duplicity who has no responsibility, only plays tricks secretly people."

Enraged by his words, Dense Fog crazily twisted into different shapes, and wanted to wrap around Mi Lu's feet again when Mi Lu wasn't paying attention.

Fortunately, Mi Lu was well prepared, his eyes darkened sharply, and after injecting spiritual power into Biyou Sword, he swung his sword towards the dense fog with lightning speed.

The dense fog was divided into two parts.

The next moment, a more pungent smell of blood permeated the air.

Blood gurgled from the cracks cut open by the thick fog.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mi Lu swung his sword with his backhand and slashed towards the half cut by the thick fog. His movements were quick and ruthless, and he did not give the behind-the-scenes people a chance to react positively.

Wen Renzheng never dreamed that the flame of the blood curse would remain on Mi Lu's sword. That thing extremely restrained his puppetry, even if it was just a little bit, it would seriously hurt his vitality, and even suffer the pain of spiritual backlash .

The turbulent and wanton anger rushed straight to Tianling Gai, and the strange pain was like a pair of huge and powerful hands, tearing his chest open alive.

He snorted, a strong smell of blood overflowed from his throat, and his brows were furrowed in pain.

Wen Renxiao next to him saw that the situation was not right, and hurried forward to hold Wen Renzheng's arm: "Father!"

Wen Renzheng opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

"Father!" Wen Renxiao was startled, and raised his voice, "Are you okay?"

Wenren was being backlashed by spiritual power, his whole body was surging with energy and blood, rushing violently in his chest, like a sharp knife scraping through his flesh and blood, the pain made his limbs twitch and his whole body trembled.

"Quickly... take off the talisman paper..." Wen Ren said weakly.

"what?"

"He...has a blood curse..."

Wen Renxiao's face changed suddenly, and he took out the bright yellow talisman paper soaked in it from a copper basin filled with ink without saying a word.

At the same time, Mi Lu in the carriage was about to swing his sword for the last time, but he saw that the color of the thick fog was fading at an extremely fast speed, like ink that was continuously diluted by clear water.

After a while, the dense fog was diluted in the air.

If there was not a pool of blood on the ground, what happened just now seemed to be Mi Lu's illusion.

Mi Lu lowered his eyelids, silently looking at the pool of blood, the corners of his mouth curled into a straight line.

He knew that Wen Renzheng ran away.

However, judging from the situation just now, it is estimated that Wen Ren is seriously injured.

Mi Lu gripped the Biyou sword tightly, turned and walked towards the car door.

Pushing open the car door, he saw Zhou Shang guarding the outside with a serious expression. Hearing the movement behind him, Zhou Shang turned his head and looked over: "My lord, why did you come out?"

Mi Lu asked, "Where's Hu Luyan?"

Zhou Shang pointed in a direction: "The leader is over there."

Mi Lu looked in the direction Zhou Shang pointed, and sure enough, he saw Hu Luyan surrounded by more than ten people led by Hu Luxing and Hu Lulan.

The members of Hu Lu's family were at a disadvantage, their clothes were soaked in blood, and they looked in a mess, especially Hu Luxing, the leader, almost turned into a blood man.

Hu Luyan's tall black hair fell down and draped over his shoulders. His expression was extremely cold. He held a long whip in his hand, and the head of the whip dragged long bloodstains on the ground.

The cold winter wind blows the hem of Huluyan's clothes, and Huluyan stands against the wind, his clothes outline his tall, thin but vigorous figure.

At this moment, Hu Luyan looked like the god of death wielding a sickle to harvest life.

Hu Luxing lost his entire right arm and could only hold the sword in his left hand. The excessive loss of blood made his face pale as paper, and panic and fear intertwined in his eyes.

He never thought that Hu Luyan could grow to such an extent.

so appalling.

so powerful.

so unreasonable...

The other party was no longer the child he had manipulated five years ago. Every needle and thread he took away from the other party, now the other party had to take it back twice as much from him.

After many years, the familiar emotions re-occupied the high ground in Hu Luxing's heart - how much he hated Hu Luwan once, and now he loathes the child Hu Luwan gave birth to.

Why……

He used to be inferior to Hu Luwan, but now his son is still defeated by Hu Luwan's son. How can their father and son be inferior to Hu Luwan's mother and son?

Why?

Why on earth!

What's more, Hu Luyan still has a rare physique of Yaoyin, which is rare in thousands of years. A person with this kind of physique can be a Yaoyin with peace of mind and play his only role. Why should he threaten his son's position as the heir?

Hu Luxing felt unwilling.

The heir of the Hulu family can only be his son Hululan!

As for Hu Luyan, don't even think about it!

More than ten years ago, he was able to squeeze Hu Luwan from the position of heir, and now he is also capable of kicking Hu Luyan, a stumbling block.

"Father, what should we do?" Hu Lulan gasped and asked, he was also seriously injured, and he barely stabilized his figure by putting his sword on the ground.

Hu Lulan's hatred for Hu Luyan was no less than that of Hu Luxing. He wanted to tear Hu Luyan's skin on the spot, but even Hu Luxing couldn't get close to Hu Luyan, let alone him.

Hu Luxing tilted his head and asked, "Where is the Wen family?"

When mentioning those people, Hu Lulan's eyes darkened suddenly, and she replied coldly: "I don't think they have any intention of dealing with Hu Luyan at all, and they have been hiding for a long time."

Hearing this, Hu Luxing's face was also very ugly.

"I heard that people are the most provocative in the middle so that they can enjoy the benefits of being a fisherman without any effort. Maybe we work so hard to make wedding dresses for them." Hu Lulan said, "Father, we still have Do you want to keep going?"

Why doesn't Hu Luxing know this truth?

But at this moment, they can't help them to make other choices. Right now, Hu Luyan is so strong that it is extremely difficult for them to deal with it. If Hu Luyan is given a period of time to grow up, I am afraid that no one will be able to control Hu Luyan. Yan.

However, the Mi family has already been controlled by them, the Situ family chose to watch from the sidelines, and the Wen family has been hiding. Among the four great families, only they, the Hulu family, chose to face Huluyan head-on, and they alone could not subdue Huluyan .

If this goes on like this, I'm afraid that both father and son will fall here.

After a short thought, Hu Luxing still believed that saving his life was the most important thing.

He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Withdraw."

Hu Lulan raised her voice and said to the others: "Everyone withdraw!"

Unexpectedly, before the words fell, a long whip was thrown with a snap, and the head of the whip touched Hu Lulan's hand, and the whole long whip climbed onto Hu Lulan's arm as if consciously.

Hu Lulan screamed, and reflexively wanted to pull out her arm, but the barb on the whip pierced deeply into his flesh. With such a movement, the barb scraped off a large piece of flesh.

Cold sweat instantly covered Hululan's cheeks, and he was so painful that he almost fainted on the spot.

"Xiao Lan!" Hu Luxing gasped, and immediately threw away the sword in his hand, trying to untie the long whip on Hu Lulan's arm.

But before he touched Hu Lulan, he just watched Hu Lulan being swept up into the air by the long whip.

Hu Lulan drew an arc in midair, and then landed heavily.

Just as Hu Luxing was about to pass by, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Hu Luyan's laughing voice came with the wind: "Want to run?"

As the voice fell, Hu Luyan landed firmly in front of him. Although there was a smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Hu Luxing outside, and said the next words coldly: "Dream."

After finishing speaking, Hu Luyan drew back the long whip suddenly, raised his arm, and the long whip threw itself straight at Hu Luxing's neck.

Seeing this, the others decisively raised their swords and stabbed Hu Luyan.

Hu Luyan had expected it long ago, wrapped Hu Luxing with a long whip and threw it at several of them, while holding the head of one of them with the other hand.

Before that person could react, he felt his body go limp.

Immediately afterwards, spiritual energy began to drain.

"I..." The man seemed to have seen a ghost, his wide eyes were filled with fear of the unknown, "My spiritual power..."

Before he could finish speaking, his spiritual power was sucked dry, and the hand holding his head exerted force——

Only the crisp sound of puffing can be heard.

The man's head exploded like a watermelon.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

Even Hu Luxing was shocked by the scene just now, he looked at Hu Luyan in disbelief, his eyes filled with deep surprise: "Lin Chong..."

Hulu Yan him...

Why does he have Lin Chong's moves?

On the other side, Mi Lu, Zhou Shang and others are still entangled with another group of people.

The people who ambush them have been eliminated, only the soldiers on the city wall are left.

Those soldiers are good at using bows and arrows to attack from a distance. Each bow and arrow is specially made of special materials, which cannot be compared with ordinary bows and arrows. They fly to the city wall while avoiding bows and arrows. This process is really difficult.

The soldiers on the city wall relied on their numbers and strength, and the poisoned bows and arrows rained down like raindrops, as if they were planning to slowly exhaust their strength.

Obviously the other party came prepared.

Mi Lu intuitively felt that this was not going to work. Instead of thinking about getting rid of the soldiers on the city wall first, it would be better to break through the city gate and force their way in.

At that time, the formation of troops on the city wall will naturally break down without attack, and the soldiers will also lose their positions.

"Zhou Shang." Mi Lu shouted without turning his head, "Let's go to the city gate. I will be responsible for blasting the city gate later, and you will force your way in."

Zhou Shang was right behind Mi Lu, with his backs to his backs.

It stands to reason that Zhou Shang could hear Mi Lu's words clearly, but Mi Lu waited for a long time, but did not wait for Zhou Shang's response.

Mi Lu shouted: "Zhou Shang!"

Zhou Shang still did not respond.

But Zhou Shang didn't stop hiding his arrows, because Mi Lu could still hear the crisp sound of Zhou Shang swinging his bow and arrows with his sword.

Mi Lu sensed something was wrong, and looked back while avoiding the gap between the bow and arrow.

The next moment, he saw a scene that made his hair stand on end——

Although Zhou Shang's hands holding the sword were moving, his neck was almost twisted back [-] degrees, and he stared straight at him in a very strange posture.

Suddenly meeting the face that was about to be pressed, Mi Lu's heart almost stopped suddenly.

The hairs all over his body stood up.

This person is not Zhou Shang!

This was Mi Lu's first feeling.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Zhou Shang?

The other party has Zhou Shang's body and Zhou Shang's face, so it is clearly Zhou Shang.

Unless someone else took Zhou Shang's body unknowingly.

In any case, Mi Lu felt Zhou Shang's great malice towards him at this moment, and he quickly put his sword away, trying to stay as far away from Zhou Shang as possible.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shang stretched out his hand to push him suddenly.

Mi Lu's expression was still in astonishment, and his body was pulled forward by gravity. Halfway through the fall, a bow and arrow came through the air and passed through his chest accurately——

Time slows down.

The pain of being torn apart in the chest was like swaying water ripples, spreading out slowly and round and round.

Mi Lu was still confused.

It wasn't until his body fell heavily to the ground and his consciousness was covered in severe pain that he truly saw the arrival of the god of death.