Maung-mei is wrong

Nie Yunhan was tired of dealing with the enemies who surrounded him again, and had no time to quarrel with Ha Qin. Although Zhuo Yingxian still had a light blade in his hand, the short blade was really not conducive to fighting against a big sword. It's really bad for them.

Naturally, the opponents also saw their weaknesses, deliberately teased them, and mostly used teasing when they made moves again.

Therefore, even if Nie Yunhan swung the knife into a silver light, it could only temporarily resist the opponent's attack, and could not hurt the opponent much.The two sides fought for about a cup of tea. Both of them were covered with large and small wounds. Fortunately, their clothes were dark, so that they would not look too embarrassed.

His physical strength was exhausted, and it was naturally difficult to concentrate. Nie Yunhan's eyes suddenly blurred. He raised his knife instinctively to resist, but because of the momentary lack of focus, he deviated. On his right arm, someone kicked him from the back again, and he immediately knelt on the ground on one knee, supporting his body with a knife.

The blood flowed down the arm to the wrist, then flowed into the palm of the hand, and fell to the ground drop by drop along the fingers.

This scene fell into Zhuo Yingxian's eyes, causing his pupils to constrict suddenly: "Brother Han!"

He was fighting with a Duyu soldier at the moment. The man bullied him that the light blade in his hand was a short knife, and he didn't have the upper hand in the fight. He deliberately didn't fight him in close combat. , extremely provocative.

Zhuo Yingxian knew that he was at a disadvantage, and tried his best to control his emotions so as not to get hurt by the other party, but seeing Nie Yunhan was injured, he finally lost his last bit of patience, jumped on his toes, and kicked on the tree trunk beside him Borrowing his strength, he jumped on the Duyu man in front of him, kicked away the knife in the man's hand, wrapped his long legs around the man's neck, held the head and twisted it——

The man made a muffled sound from his neck bone, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Yingxian landed lightly, and when everyone around him was stunned, he suddenly threw the light blade at the Duyu man who had cut Nie Yunhan's arm just now, and hit that man's throat with a "swish" sound!

The Duyu man, who was still complacent just now, had a bloody hole cut open in his neck at this moment, his face froze with a ecstasy, and he fell backwards suddenly.The throat was cut off suddenly, and he writhed on the ground a few times like a dehydrated fish, staring and dying.

"Ah Xian, that's great!" Nie Yunhan had a big smile on his face, and stood up leaning on the knife. The knife had already been chopped off, but just after a fight, there were more gaps, just like the teeth of an ancient and rare old man.

Zhuo Yingxian picked up the knife of the man whose throat he had twisted in front of him, and threw it at Nie Yunhan: "Here!"

Nie Yunhan took the saber, bent his left arm, and slowly rubbed the face of the saber between his elbows. The pain brought back his trance. Putting up his hands, his unruly face was full of fighting spirit.

Zhuo Yingxian walked up to the corpse of the Duyu soldier whose throat had been cut, kicked his foot on the opponent's chest, pulled out the light blade with his left hand, picked up the man's saber with his right hand, and stared at the other Duyu soldiers in front of him, with a beautiful The little face was covered with sweat, and a look of contempt flashed across it: "Is it just such a little skill?"

Nie Yunhan looked back at him, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled at a distance of several steps. Even though their clothes were torn, their hair was messy, and their breathing was short of breath, and they were at the end of their strength, they still couldn't see a trace of embarrassment in their eyes. .

The bright sunlight poured down from the gaps in the leaves, and fell on the two people who looked at each other, setting them off brilliantly, like two groups of never-ending flames, warming each other with heat and shining light on each other.

The Duyu soldiers around thought that they had the chance to win, and they didn't pay attention to these two at all. They didn't expect to lose two companions in this way in an instant.

The blood of the dead comrades soaked the ground, this scene can not help but make people feel frightened, and seeing that Nie Yunhan also took off the light blade from his waist in a similar manner, and pointed at them with both hands holding the knife together with Zhuo Yingxian, these people They took a step back in unison.

Haqin stood aside, with an imperceptible streak of sullenness flashing across his sinister face. He coughed twice calmly, and the Duyu soldiers brandished their knives to attack again.

Nie Yunhan and Zhuo Yingxian were once again caught in a hard fight, and Haqin was stunned by the desperate resistance of the two. He wanted to humiliate them, but he did not expect to provide them with a stage to perform.

What a pair of mandarin ducks and lovers who are as deep as the sea, what a pair of utterly loyal warriors, are they living themselves like the people in the storybook?

These people in Dayao are so self-righteous one by one, it's really annoying.

Haqin took off the small crossbow hanging from his waist, took out a short arrow with a shiny black arrowhead from the quiver, put it on the small crossbow, squinted one eye, raised his hand, and aimed at Nie Yun Han.

Suddenly he felt that this was not enjoyable at all, so he moved his right hand holding the crossbow a foot, and the arrow pointed to Zhuo Yingxian who was fighting hard.

A sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Haqin's lips, he pulled the hanging knife, and the short arrow flew straight towards Zhuo Yingxian.

Nie Yunhan, who was fighting, had originally focused his attention on Haqin because he was afraid that he would make a cold arrow. Seeing that he finally made a move, he slashed at the Duyu man who was fighting in front of him, and after he got away, he turned over with a kite and jumped to Zhuo Yingxian. Going forward, he swung his knife and "bang" to block the arrow.

Zhuo Yingxian was startled for a moment, then turned his gaze to Haqin, without thinking, he threw the light blade in his hand towards Haqin with all his might.

Haqin had been on guard for a long time, turned slightly, and the light blade was nailed to the tree next to him.

When the surrounding Duyu soldiers saw this, several of them swung their knives and surrounded him at the same time. Nie Yunhan stretched out his left hand and gave him a hand: "Don't be distracted!"

Zhuo Yingxian came back to his senses, clasped Nie Yunhan's wrist with his backhand, tapped his toes lightly, kicked on the opponent's bent knee, and leaped into the air with his strength.

Nie Yunhan swung Zhuo Yingxian up with his left hand as hard as he could. Zhuo Yingxian held the knife in his right hand and spun around sharply in the air. "Boom, boom, boom" knocked away the knives in the surrounding Duyu soldiers one after another, and finally let go of Nie Yunhan's hand , turned somersault in the air, and landed lightly.

The Duyu people saw that they had become more and more courageous in the battle, so they were unwilling to admit defeat, and picked up the sabers on the ground to attack them again.

Ha Qin shook his head, and added another arrow to the crossbow. This time, Wang Shan was aiming at Nie Yunhan.

Nie Yunhan was in a stalemate with his opponent, his right arm was suffering from pain, and he was a little bit unable to use his strength. The speed of the knife slowed down obviously. At this moment, his back was facing Haqin, so he had no time to pay attention to his movements.

But when he heard the sound of "嗖", he was afraid that Zhuo Yingxian would be injured, so he hurriedly looked for the other person's figure, and then saw that person leaping into the air, and the sound of piercing the sky seemed to be directed at him, Nie Yunhan still Without turning his head, the voice was approaching——

There was a muffled sound of "噗嗤", and the short arrow sank into his chest!

Zhuo Yingxian was used to using a sword, and he had to beware of Haqin's cold arrows, which accelerated the speed of his moves, jumping up and down on the ground and mid-air, dodging and moving, he was worried that Nie Yunhan's right arm would be injured and he would suffer, and even more so from time to time. Glanced in his direction.But he himself was also tired of dealing with the opponent's attack, but he didn't see it at a glance, but...

Seeing Nie Yunhan hit the arrow, he felt that his heart was pierced, and let out a heart-piercing roar: "Brother Han!"

Zhuo Yingxian turned around to catch Nie Yunhan, but couldn't catch Nie Yunhan because he was exhausted, so he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

After receiving Haqin's instructions, those Duyu soldiers stopped and stood aside, waiting for the next order.

The small crossbow was powerful and the distance was short. The short arrow was firmly nailed to Nie Yunhan's right chest. The arrow was not very deep, and blood flowed out. Nie Yunhan's face turned pale immediately, and then began to Blackened, and breathing became short of breath.

Zhuo Yingxian's scalp was numb, he felt that he shouldn't cry, but the tears were disobedient, big ones fell from his eye sockets, but he had no time to control it, he threw the knife and frantically tried to hold Nie Yunhan down He didn't know how to cover the wound, but a foot-long arrow stuck there, as if covering everything couldn't stop the bleeding.

"Don't move." Nie Yunhan grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away, and said softly, "This arrow... has been poisoned, and there is a hole in your hand..."

"Poisonous? Then you, what should you do? By the way, the antidote..." Zhuo Yingxian hurriedly grabbed the cloth bag hanging around his waist, his hands were shaking unbearably, and tremblingly, he found the small bag containing the Baijie Pill. Hei Ping, he couldn't wrap his hands around Nie Yunhan's shoulders, he was afraid that if he tightened it too tight it would make the other person uncomfortable, so he had to bite off the stopper with his teeth, hit Nie Yunhan's lips, and poured it directly into the other's mouth.

Baijie Pill is not poisonous, the more the better, Nie Yunhan swallowed a few pills in Zhuo Yingxian's hand, but he didn't know what kind of poison was quenched on the arrowhead, it happened very quickly, at this moment he felt that his eyes were turning black, Lian Zhuoying I couldn't see the idle face clearly.

Maybe the poison had a paralyzing effect, he didn't feel the pain from the wound, but it was Zhuo Yingxian's tears dripping down on his hand, which made him feel like a knife was piercing his heart.

"Ah Xian...don't be afraid..." Nie Yunhan lost his strength, his vision became darker and darker, as if someone had taken away all the light from his eyes, he just looked blankly in Zhuo Yingxian's direction, I don't know that my eyesight has been slack, and I am still trying to squeeze out a smile, "It will be fine..."

Zhuo Yingxian looked at his dazed eyes, the panic in his heart suddenly subsided, pinched his chin, and called out urgently: "Brother Han, don't close your eyes, please, don't close your eyes..."

However, Nie Yunhan still closed his eyes and fell into a deep coma. The encouraging smile was still frozen on his face, which seemed particularly unconvincing.

Zhuo Yingxian hugged him tightly, pressed her face against his, gritted her teeth tightly, trembling all over.

It seems that I haven't been so scared in a long time.

Before Ling Qingbi stabbed Nie Yunhan, he had to stab back even if he was injured, just now the man chopped Nie Yunhan's arm, he didn't even think about it, he threw the knife and killed him.

No one can hurt his brother Han.

But now he has no ability to avenge Brother Han, so he can only stare fiercely at Haqin, the instigator, his eyes are bloodshot, as if he is about to bleed.

After watching this, Haqin waved his hand contentedly: "Take it away!"

Those Duyu people took a lot of effort to drag Nie Yunhan away from Zhuo Yingxian's grasp, and they were about to knock him out, but Zhuo Yingxian suddenly let go.

He is not willing to admit defeat at this point, he still wants to rescue Brother Han, save Master, avenge Brother Han's adoptive father, and kill these Duyu people with wolf ambitions, so he can't be swayed by emotions.

Zhuo Yingxian pressed his grief and indignation forcefully to his chest, in exchange for a gleam of clarity in his mind.

He knew that Nie Yunhan would lose more and more blood if the stalemate continued, and it would not do him any good.

Haqin didn't kill them on the spot, which means they are still useful, this is Zhuo Yingxian's only hope.Before he reached the point of despair, he had to do everything possible to preserve his vitality, which included not confronting Haqin head-on.

But when his hands were tied, he still gritted his teeth and said to Haqin: "If you dare to hurt his life, I want you to be buried with him!"

Haqin only thought it was funny to hear these words, what is the position of this person in front of him to choke with him?

In his opinion, Zhuo Yingxian is like a little beast that has no ability to resist, it grins its teeth and thinks it is fierce, but in fact it is not frightening at all, on the contrary it is kind of cute.

No wonder Nie Yunhan likes it!

The beauty that men like is sometimes gender-neutral.

Such a beautiful woman, with delicate features and soft waist, even though she is now described as embarrassed and fierce-eyed, she has a unique charm, which is enough to arouse people's desire to conquer, making people want to bully him, humiliate him, and make him cry bitterly in front of her, Kneel down and beg for mercy.

Ha Qin sneered, looking at Zhuo Yingxian with a hint of intimacy.

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Wangshan is the front sight.

Hang knife, trigger.