Cifengque

Chapter 242

The camp of the Central Guards fought with swords and swords, and the gradually thickening cold light of the night swept across the shadows, sending up streams of blood.

Zhou Chengtao saw the tragic death of his younger brother, and the anger in his heart was poured out by grief at this moment, and it burned higher than the open flame of the brazier in the camp.

Seeing the fallen guards one by one, he drew his sword with scarlet eyes and joined the fight himself.

It's a pity that his joining did not restore the decline. Ying Wuchen is a one-of-a-kind piece. They are not like soldiers who have experienced many battles, but they are deadly and ruthless killers with swords in their hands.

"Ying Jiulang, dare you!"

Zhou Chengtao roared loudly, he was already covered in blood, most of his subordinates fell down and splashed on him.

Even if the guards fell one by one, he still fought hard, staring at Ying Wuchen, step by step towards Ying Wuchen.

Ziyi still stood in front of Ying Wuchen, and Ying's trilogy did not hesitate to attack Zhou Chengtao's subordinates, but he seemed to be scrupulous about Zhou Chengtao, and did not kill him.

Realizing Ying's trilogy's daring, Zhou Chengtao had no fear, he broke through layers of obstacles, and swung the blood-stained sword in front of Ying Wuchen.

Raised the sword and pointed at Ying Wuchen: "Quickly let your people stop, otherwise..."

Before he could say the threat, he only heard the exclamation of "Second Young Master". Zhou Chengtao turned his eyes and turned around, only to realize that all the people he brought had been killed. confidant.

Panting heavily and giving a low growl, Zhou Chengtao raised his sword and turned around, stabbing at Ying Wuchen with all his strength.

Before Ziyi could get up, Ying Wuchen stretched out his hand and pushed him away. When Zhou Chengtao's sword stabbed Ying Wuchen's chest, Zhou Rong and Yuanyou came galloping almost side by side. Seeing this scene, the two squeezed All the hands holding the reins tightened tightly.

"Erlang, stop!"

"Ying Kuro!"

Zhou Rong and Yuan You shouted at the same time. Everyone thought that Ying Wuchen would be pierced by Zhou Chengtao's sword in the chest. No one thought that Ying Wuchen turned around before the sword touched his lapel, and dexterously avoided it. Zhou Chengtao's sword approached Zhou Chengtao lightly like a ghost.

Zhou Chengtao's arm that was holding the sword was clasped by his bony hand, Zhou Chengtao reacted almost at the same time, stopped his feet, turned around and aimed at Ying Wuchen again and slashed his sword.

He held it high until he was frozen in mid-air, with a long and thin bloodstain between his neck, the bloodstain burst instantly, and blood spattered.

No one saw what happened when Zhou Chengtao made a backhanded sword, but only saw Ying Wuchen's tall and straight figure flash past Zhou Chengtao's side, and he was fixed at five steps away from Zhou Chengtao, with a soft hand that was still shaking slightly in his hand. A small amount of blood snaked down the sword body and condensed on the tip of the sword.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The surrounding area was really too quiet, as if the sound of the blood drops hitting the ground was extremely heavy.

"Jiro-"

Zhou Rong, who got off his horse, rushed over with a brisk stride, and managed to support Zhou Chengtao who fell down.

Zhou Chengtao, who fell into Zhou Rong's arms, said "ho ho" twice. He wanted to say something privately, but he couldn't utter a single word, so soft that he fell into Zhou Rong's arms.

The cold wind of the night blew a gust of sadness, wrapping Zhou Rong in an instant, he tried his son's breath with trembling fingers, the expected result made him close his eyes tightly.

He opened his eyes in just a few breaths, and his sharp gaze was on Ying Wuchen's body: "Come here, take down the murderer!"

(End of this chapter)