In Nan Xirong's view, it is not to take her life today, he treats this war as a game, to play with them to the end, and then appreciate their ugliness as the winner.
They are the heroes of Northern Xia, and it is far more painful for a hero to lose everything he has and have no way back than to take their lives.
But Ye Song is so crazy, if Nan Xirong doesn't take it seriously and can't explain, he said: "I wanted to keep you to the end, but I didn't expect that you were going to run to die, then don't blame Bengong for being polite." ” As soon as he said that, Nan Xirong strengthened his offensive, and with a long sword, he slashed Ye Song all over his body.
Ye Song's eyes became more and more fierce, without the slightest fear or retreat.
Su Jing pulled out of the siege of Nan Yao's soldiers, just when Nan Xirong's hand flipped quickly, grabbed Ye Song's whip and slammed forward, Ye Song was instantly pulled in front of him by Nan Xirong, the same two pairs of unruly eyes looked at each other coldly, and saw themselves in the other party's eyes, Nan Xirong flew up and kicked Ye Song's abdomen, but when the kick was a little slow because he saw himself in Ye Song's eyes, Su Jing appeared behind Nan Xirong in a cold blink of an eye, and raised his palm to slash at his vest.
Nan Xirong's heart sank, he didn't have time to care about Ye Song, his sword loosened the Xuantie whip, turned around and went to deal with Su Jing, facing him with his palms, each retreating a few feet.
Ye Song's body flipped in the air for a few weeks, landing steadily, and Su Jing sandwiched Nan Xirong one after the other.
The moment she landed, the end of the whip swept to the ground, bringing up black mud and splashing it on Nan Xirong's face, but Nan Xirong didn't notice it at all because she was too focused.
In the flickering firelight, the battle was about to break out.
I saw Su Jing kick under his feet, Nan Xirong rushed towards him almost at the same time, and when the swords collided, the two sides fought with each other, and no one let anyone, but the two were quite evenly matched.
Ye Song saw the right time, and a few whips beckoned over, and in order to dodge, Nan Xirong was suddenly overwhelmed by Su Jing, and received two swords on his body.
Ye Song raised his head again and looked up under the firelight of the night, and the people on the cross were silent, as if they were silently watching this battle.
The top of his head, bowed down, seemed to be a star, and behind him was a holy glow that he could reach out and touch.
Ye Song squinted, then raised his arm and whipped him, the cross was cut by her in the middle, sawdust flew, and the people on it lost their support also fell backwards.
Ye Song stood below, and just as the man was about to fall to the ground, she turned her back and let the man successfully land on her back.
Very heavy, as heavy as Mount Tai.
She almost couldn't hold it anymore and staggered two steps forward, but gritted her teeth and held on, never letting go.
The armor of the man on his back was covered with dirty, coagulated blood, and his hair was scattered to cover his cheeks, hanging weakly on Ye Song's thin shoulders.
The strong and rotten smell emanating from her body filled Ye Song's nose and reddened her eyes.
She glanced back at him, the outline of the past loomed under the messy hair, but there was no longer the grace and vitality of the past, just closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Ye Song was dumbfounded, and whispered to him: "Chen Mingguang, I'm sorry, I'm late."
"But will definitely bring him back.
It will make those who humiliate and hurt him doubly painful.
At that time, Nan Yao's scattered army sensed that there was a fight in this place, and quickly formed a formation to come to support.
That group of troops blocked the mountain passes to the brim.
When Nan Xirong saw it, the smug shape instantly crawled onto his face, making his face become a little distorted, he knew that Ye Song and Su Jing couldn't stay for a long time, otherwise there would definitely be no return.
He took advantage of the moment when he repelled Su Jing, looked back at Ye Song and the person she was carrying, and at this time he could still laugh, very bewitching, and said: "Just like that, you want to take him away, this palace didn't let him be buried in the mountains and forests forever, and it took a lot of effort to bring him here, shouldn't you exchange something for it?"
Ye Song was burdened with weight, half raised her head, still so arrogant, she raised her eyes, her eyes were heavy, and suddenly the corners of her lips were hooked like a ghost Yama, and the demonic color that emerged was not inferior to Nan Xirong, with a rare heroic spirit of a woman, which made Nan Xirong's eyes narrow.
She said, "Okay, then I'll get something to exchange with you."
As she spoke, she took out a bundle of explosives from her armor, which was the most primitive explosive, which she and Su Jing had developed in just three days, capable of blowing up a mountain.
Then she took out the fire fold and rubbed it on her armor, lighting the fuse.
Nan Xirong seemed to know what she wanted to do, her face changed drastically, she looked back at the Nan Yao army that rushed in, and immediately ordered them to retreat the next moment.
It's a pity that the environment was too noisy at that time, and the army of Nan Yao, under the leadership of a certain general, was eager to protect the lord, and rushed over like a roar of mountains and rivers, where could I hear Nan Xirong giving orders.
And Su Jing also quickly withdrew, landed beside Ye Song, pinched a whistle, and the galloping horse ran in the opposite direction.
He took Chen Mingguang from Ye Song and put it on his horse.
Ye Song threw out the bundle of explosives, raised a long whip in his hand, and threw the explosives far away with one whip, and fell straight into the group of Nan Yao soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang", and countless Nan Yao soldiers were blown away.
Su Jing turned her head, glanced at Nan Xirong with a cold look in her eyes, and ordered: "Withdraw" The small detachment they had brought with them, after receiving the order, immediately withdrew and rode away.
Ye Song and Su Jing also rode on their horses separately, Chen Mingguang was on Hechen's horse, she glanced down at Chen Mingguang, pursed her lips as if she had made great determination, and was willing to turn the horse's head and retreat together, but there was no rest in her hand, the fire fold still had a remnant, and she threw it behind her whip, in the direction of South Xirong.
Nan Xirong raised his sword and split the fire fold in half, and sparks flew everywhere.
However, he overlooked one important thing.
Around him, I don't know when Ye Song used a whip to bring black mud all over the ground, and even the corners of his clothes were stained a lot.
Even though it was a tiny little bit of spark, as soon as it fell to the ground, with a sloppy sound, a fire ignited, wrapping Nan Xirong in the middle.
A howl erupted from the army of Nan Yao: "Protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince" But how easily can the fire be extinguished?
While He Chen was running, Ye Song looked back and saw that Nan Xirong in the fire was struggling to put out the fire, and when he raised his eyes to look in her direction, he burst out with a strong killing intent.
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Not enough, far from enough.
He doesn't die, and it is difficult to understand the hatred in her heart.
But he died like this, and she couldn't get rid of her hatred Su Jing and Ye Song quickly disappeared into the night, along with the small team of capable elite soldiers they brought.
Nan Xirong felt that his whole body was about to be burned off, and the armor he was wearing was burned red, and he struggled to untie the armor on his body with his hands, although his hands were burned to the point of blue smoke, it was better to be burned to ashes.
His hair was also on fire, and without thinking about it, he threw a small ball of fire into his face, which ignited the drop of smudge on his face, and he screamed in pain, covering his face with one hand, and the moment the armor fell, the man threw himself on the ground, and rolled back and forth on the ground several times, and there were small flames everywhere.
The smoke on his body did not stop for a long time.
Nan Xirong just lay on the ground like that and didn't get up for a long time.
Nan Yao's soldiers came and surrounded him.
As soon as the leading general stepped off his horse, he ran over and asked, "Is Your Highness all right?"
Nan Xirong only raised his hand to stop his movements, and at the same time told everyone that he was still alive at the moment.
After a long time, he raised his head, his narrow eyes were full of scarlet murder, his hand covering the left side of his face slowly withdrew, although he was half-bowed, but the firelight reflected his silhouette, the scars on his face were extremely hideous, and a layer of skin on his hands was also burned off, only to see that the part of the lower eyelid, there was a drop of flesh and blood blurred burns, like a shallow hole to concave down, almost his cheekbones, half of the left face, also burned by the high temperature on the hand, full of blisters.
Nan Xirong clenched his hands into fists, hated them very much, and said in a low voice: "Ye, Song." ” Overnight, Ye Song and the others broke Nan Yao's army with minimal losses, making Nan Yao's losses serious, which was the only thing that made people happy in so many days.
The morale of the soldiers in the city has been unprecedentedly encouraged and invigorated.
They felt that only when Ye Song and Su Jing united could they create one miracle after another, and they could have hope of victory.
That night, Ye Song and Su Jing rode back to the city and went north without stopping. until they ran to the outskirts.
Su Jingdu just followed her silently, and the two stopped in a clean mountain pass.
Ye Song raised his head, looked at the sparse stars in the sky, and then looked at the hazy mountain shadows in the distance at night.
Dawn is approaching.
Ye Song held the whip in his hand, let out two long breaths, raised his hand and pointed straight ahead, and said to Su Jing: "There, there will be a sunrise." ” The direction she was pointing in was the angle between the two mountains, due east.
Su Jing said: "Yes. ” Ye Song turned over and dismounted, picked up the stones on the ground and squatted down under a tree, and began to dig the ground.
After a while, she was very serious, as if she was doing something religiously, with repentance.
Su Jing squatted beside her, wanting to do it with her, but Ye Song said, "Don't move, I'll do it myself."
It's me, and I should give him this ride with my own hands. ” Su Jing didn't continue, but got up and went around to find her a wooden stick that was more convenient for digging soil, sharpened the end and handed it to her, and said, "If this can make you less sad, I will only accompany you." ” So Ye Song was the only one to dig the pit.
She snorted as she shaved, not just gasping because of the exertion, but she wanted to vent all the clogged emotions in her heart, she lowered her head, and the long hair behind her shoulders slid all over her chest, covering her face, so she couldn't see her expression clearly, but listening to her voice, it seemed to be crying sullenly, and Su Jing's heart throbbed for a while.
But he couldn't do anything for her, the only thing he could do was to stay by her side and never leave her.
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