The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 371

Yanmen Pass.

In front of the National Front of Song and Liao, the two groups are still fighting fiercely. Compared with the confrontation between soldiers, their fighting seems to be more tragic. People keep falling down, and people keep stepping on their own corpses to charge again. to the opposite enemy.

Holding the Rainbow Sword in Wang Yuyan's hand, she was invincible, beheading the enemies in front of her one by one, whether it was the Longevity Gate or the Blood Race, they were all her enemies at this moment.

Such Wang Yuyan once again shocked everyone who was familiar with her.

But at this moment, a man in a black robe suddenly sprang out from the local camp, so fast that he could hardly keep up with his sight, passed everyone in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of Wang Yuyan in an instant, holding With a sword, he stabbed fiercely at Wang Yuyan's throat!
People are faster, swords are faster!

When Wang Yuyan found out, it was too late to dodge, so she could only swing the Rainbow Sword in her hand with all her strength, and blocked the sword that was piercing her throat!
A sound of iron rubbing resounded through the battlefield and reached everyone's ears, causing everyone who heard it to frown, as if a hundred thousand ants crawled across their hearts in an instant.

Immediately after a muffled groan came, Wang Yuyan staggered back a few steps, and hastily propped herself on the ground with her sword, barely standing still.

Although she blocked the black-robed man's sword with the rainbow sword, she didn't retreat completely. The sword still pierced her shoulder, but luckily it didn't hit her throat.

"You are Wang Yuyan?!"

The man in black looked at Wang Yuyan coldly, and his voice was piercingly cold.

This is an old man with a pale complexion, he looks like a terminally ill old man, but his sword skills are not like those of a dying person.

"Who are you!?"

Wang Yuyan didn't answer, staring fixedly at the old man in black robe, she gritted her teeth and asked.

"The patriarch of the blood clan, Jinghong."

The black-robed old man replied coldly, as if he didn't intend to hide his identity, he answered Wang Yuyan's words without thinking.

It turned out that this was the patriarch of the blood clan.

"Is that killing you, and the blood race will not participate in this war?"

Wang Yuyan frowned, staring closely at Jinghong's eyes, and asked slowly.

Her shoulder was already stained red with blood, and she was severely injured by that sword, and now her entire left arm is unable to move, as if it is no longer hers.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Jinghong was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at Wang Yuyan again, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Girl, you have so much confidence. Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, I have to say that you are the most special and the least afraid of death among all the women I have ever seen in my life. Don't let the eyebrows, the future generations are fearful."

Jinghong looked at Wang Yuyan and said expressionlessly, although it sounded like he was praising someone, his voice was still cold.

"Because I have no choice!"

Wang Yuyan said something slowly, although it sounded a little helpless, but the firm expression on her face was clearly visible.While speaking, she slowly stood up straight, resisting the severe pain from her left shoulder, raised the Tianhong sword again, took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards Jinghong.

Jinghong was surprised again.

"In that case, the old man will give you a ride!"

Jinghong's cold voice sounded again.

But just as the words fell, Wang Yuyan had already made a move first, and rushed towards Jinghong quickly, the Jinghong sword suddenly thrust out, pointing directly at Jinghong's throat!He used the same move as Jinghong just now!
At the same time, Jinghong had activated again, snorted coldly, swung his long sword, directly blocked Wang Yuyan's sword, and then kicked on Wang Yuyan's lower abdomen!

The victory or defeat seemed to have already been decided at the time of the first strike, and no miracle occurred.

I saw Wang Yuyan snorted again, and flew backwards on her back, spurting out a mouthful of blood, leaving an arc in the air, which was particularly eye-catching under the bright moonlight.

But everything is not over yet, I saw that Jinghong had already jumped up, in mid-air, stabbing Wang Yuyan's chest with a sword!

"Miss Wang!"

A burst of exclamation sounded at the same time.

Mei Jian, Bao Feng, Zhong Wanli, Qiao Feng.
Everyone shouted in unison, frantically forced back the enemies in front of them, and rushed towards Wang Yuyan who was still in mid-air.

But everything seems to be too late.

Wang Yuyan is dying.

After all, she did everything she could for this battle and for that person.

Just at this juncture.

Suddenly, the sound of a horse braying resounded through the sky, and then a white horse appeared in everyone's sight as if it had suddenly descended from the nine heavens.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of dragon chant, accompanied by a blood-red light, and then the sound of gold and iron clanging!
I saw that Jinghong, who was chasing up, had suddenly retreated, and only after retreating a few steps did he stand firm, his pale face seemed to become even paler.

Between the bloody bones, a gray figure appeared, standing there tall and straight, already holding Wang Yuyan in his arms, and holding a blood-red knife in his hand.

Xiao Jun!

"Sorry, I am late."

Xiao Jun looked down at Wang Yuyan lying in his arms with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly with an apologetic smile.

"Come back. That's good."

Wang Yuyan endured the pain, looked at Xiao Jun with infatuated eyes, said slowly, and then showed a gentle smile that broke Xiao Jun's heart instantly.

At this moment, Mei Jian and Qinglong had already rushed to Xiao Jun's side, guarding Xiao Jun's left and right.

"Leave it to me here. Those you didn't kill, I'll kill for you, and those who want to kill you, I'll kill for you too!"

Xiao Jun looked at Wang Yuyan and said calmly.

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Jun handed Wang Yuyan to Mei Jian beside him.

Mei Jian hurriedly took it, hugged Wang Yuyan, and then retreated to the rear surrounded by a group of Da Song Wulin people who came one after another.

Xiao Jun turned around, looked at Jinghong, and then looked at the Longevity Gate and blood clan people behind Jinghong, as well as the Khitan army from more than 70 to more than 40, his eyes were cold.

Everyone seemed to be intimidated by Xiao Jun's coming alone, they stopped fighting one by one, and withdrew to their own camp.

A killing intent burst out from Xiao Jun's body in an instant, and filled the entire battlefield in an instant.

"Where is my Da Song Erlang!?"

Suddenly, Xiao Jun raised his head to the sky and screamed, and the sound reached the ears of everyone present.

Between the Longevity Gate and the Blood Race, and among the Khitan army, some people had already started to retreat unconsciously. Even the war horses that were used to the battlefield seemed to be shrouded in fear, and let out waves of panicked mourning.

"See Holy Lord!"

"See King Taiping!"

All the martial arts figures including Tianmen, 10,000+ Song defenders, almost at the same time, all knelt on the ground one by one, shouting in unison, as if gathering an infinite force in an instant, the shouts shook the sky , the momentum is like a rainbow.

"Today the enemy bandits want to invade our Great Song Dynasty, kill our Great Song people, occupy our Great Song city, what should we do?!"

Xiao Jun asked again.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing continued.

(End of this chapter)