The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1709

The first thousand and 710 chapters three: not one left

"kill!"

As the door was blasted open, the wolf soldiers charged up.

Although they fell nearly 2000 people, an unprecedented shame, but Yuan Qingyi and the others were also at the end of their battle.

Yuan Qingyi and Miao Fenglang were injured, and [-]% of the children of the Wumeng League wasted. It was impossible to block their attacks.

In the glare of the fire at the door, Yuan Qingyi braced himself, his face distorted invisibly:

"Ready to fight!"

A killing intent spread from his body, and his eyes were already blood red before he knew it.

Everyone knows that tonight either the enemy will die or we will die, so the remaining [-] martial arts disciples are well-trained to occupy their posts.

They are ready to fight to the death with the tide of wolf soldiers.

Miao Fenglang also used up all the poison to build three lines of defense on the first floor.

Almost as Diaoyu Pavilion entered the battle preparation state, more than 1000 wolf soldiers rushed into the gap.

The hot weapon in his hand shot ruthlessly at the Diaoyu Pavilion.

Yuan Qingyi hid behind the hall and shouted:
"hidden!"

The Wumeng disciples quickly hid themselves.

Soon, gunshots sounded like a torrential rain.

Bang bang bang!
Countless warheads poured into the Fishing Pavilion.

Trees, doors, windows, and vases were all shattered, and the entire front of the Diaoyu Pavilion became devastated.

Three or four Wumeng disciples who didn't hide well also fell out screaming.

During the relentless shooting, hundreds of wolf soldiers advanced to the depths of the Diaoyu Pavilion.

Yuan Qingyi made a gesture, and dozens of fireworks were shot out all around.

The fireworks fell into the crowd and exploded, not only splashing sparks, but also accompanied by a large plume of smoke.

Vision becomes blurred.

Then, the disciples of the Wumeng shot out the few remaining crossbow arrows and shot and killed dozens of enemies who rushed into the Diaoyu Pavilion.

"Stand back five meters!"

Seeing the children of the Wumeng League fish and kill wolf soldiers in troubled waters, Prince Gong rushed up with dozens of cronies and chariots.

With a big wave of his hand, another fire bomb blasted out.

The gunner has locked the position of the archer.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the Wumeng disciples who were secretly flying crossbow arrows were blown out.

Prince Gong waved his hand again and blasted out the remaining two fire bombs.

There were two more sounds, and more than 20 Wumeng children fell down.

The wolf soldiers then poured out their children.

The defense line of the Wumeng soon collapsed.

Heavy casualties.

The fishing pavilion is also crumbling.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The prince of the palace grinned ferociously with red eyes: "Kill them all!"

Following this instruction, more than 500 wolf soldiers continued to push forward, attacking from the front and windows on both sides.

The shouts were loud and the flames were dazzling.

There were more than 100 people scattered around the Diaoyu Pavilion, watching the movement of each entrance and exit, preventing Yuan Qingyi and Song Hongyan from breaking through and escaping.

Tonight's battle must be wiped out before you can vent your anger.

Although the children of the Wumeng League knew that they would surely die, they still unleashed all their strength.

Either shoot arrows to kill, or hug and die together, as long as they survive the warhead, they will fight back at the enemy at any cost.

This desperate fight abruptly prevented the wolf soldiers from rushing into the hall.

This made Prince Gong very angry, and wanted to fire another fire bomb, but found that the heavy firepower had already been exhausted.

He could only let the wolf soldiers shoot forward step by step.

There was a flash of swords and warheads, and the two sides kept falling, and the ground was covered with blood.

Cruel.

Hearing the advance of the attack from outside, the disciples of the Wumeng kept screaming, Yuan Qingyi's expression was serious.

She knew that Paer's intervention made it difficult to hold the Diaoyu Pavilion tonight.

At this moment, a strong man must sever his wrist.

"Dugu Shang, you take Mr. Song out."

Yuan Qingyi coughed: "Miao Fenglang and I were injured, it is impossible to run out, and we have no fighting power."

"Now I can only rely on you to protect Mr. Song."

"Later, I will release the starry sky fireworks to create a large area of ​​thick smoke, and you will take Mr. Song to evacuate decisively through the back door."

"There are still twelve specially evacuated personnel hiding there."

"After escaping, try to find Huang Wuji and try to survive. Young Master Ye will show up in the morning at the latest."

Yuan Qingyi confessed to Dugushang: "No matter what, we must protect President Song."

She regained a little strength, but it was difficult to fight out, so she could only stay behind.

Miao Fenglang didn't speak, but just patted Dugu Shang's arm, take care.

Dugu Shang didn't talk nonsense, but said indifferently: "Okay!"

He knew that tears and reluctance could not solve the problem, now he could only try to protect Song Hongyan, and if he had a chance to kill the Prince Gong for revenge.

He was about to turn around and look for Song Hongyan.

"President Song, President Song, don't go out!"

At this moment, there was a bang on the stairs, and Song Hongyan, who was in a prosperous beauty, staggered down.

Covering your ears with your hands is painful.

From behind, Wanyan Yiyi chased after her, looking anxious.

Song Hongyan was awakened by a series of explosions, her eyes were confused and struggling, and she refused to stay in the safe room no matter what.

After Wanyan Yiyi chased and yelled like this, Song Hongyan rushed towards the blazing doorway: "Ah—"

"Boss Song!"

Seeing Song Hongyan coming out and walking towards the door, Yuan Qingyi's expression changed drastically, enduring the pain, he jumped up and threw her to the ground.

Plop, almost as soon as Yuan Qingyi threw Song Hongyan on the ground, several bullets of flames shot towards her.

"Bang bang bang!"

The firepower swept out several traces in the hall, and even set the wedding decoration on fire.

A big happy word instantly became extremely red.

"what--"

Song Hongyan, who fell to the ground, rolled another seven or eight meters, and then covered her ears to dampen the gunfire.

But when she glanced at the bombed door out of the corner of her eye, her heart froze and ached.

The flame from the Xi character was more like a midnight lightning, striking straight at her heart.

Almost suffocating.

"what!"

Song Hongyan's head was in severe pain and her body trembled.

She suddenly thought of Ye Fan and Qian Qian!

Memories flooded out like a flood, and everything became clear and terrifying.

She thought of the funeral at Feilai Peak, the bombing of the Huangni River, and Qian Qian and Ye Fan who fell into the water.

Thinking of Ye Fan's sadness and firmness in pushing the wood with all his strength, and thinking of his despair and pain when he was far away from Ye Fan.

And that row of mountains and endless rivers...

Song Hongyan couldn't help but curled up and trembled, hugging her shoulders tightly, crying like a three-year-old child who lost her mother.

Then, she raised her head abruptly and shouted frantically:

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, where are you? Where are you?"

She burst into tears and shouted: "I miss you, I miss you!"

A dozen wolf soldiers surrounded the past.

Dugu Shang and the others changed their expressions and went to save people.

"Don't cry, I'm here—"

At this moment, a gentle but powerful voice came from outside the door.

In the dark night, Ye Fan descended from the sky and entered the wolf soldiers surrounding Song Hongyan.

The tiger's body shook!
There was a loud bang, and a dozen wolf soldiers were instantly shattered and fell to the ground.

Then Ye Fan stomped on the floor with his right foot, and six sabers shattered and flew.

More than a dozen shooting enemies fell to the ground screaming.

Prince Gong's complexion changed drastically, Ye Fan?

He was about to order to shoot Ye Fan to death, but he heard screams from behind.

Prince Gong turned his head to see that dozens of men in black shot from behind like phantoms, knocking down all his reserve team.

The situation changed drastically.

"Evan?"

When a large number of black soldiers attacked the palace prince from behind, the sobbing beauty suddenly raised her head as if she had a tacit understanding.

With tears in her eyes, she saw the quietly standing figure at a glance.

Some rushed, some dilapidated, but the gentleness is still as warm as the spring breeze, and the bright black eyes are still clear to the bottom.

Most importantly, Ye Fan is still alive.

An impulse of joy of reunion after a catastrophe erupted from his chest, and all rationality and danger were thrown out of the sky.

"Evan!"

Song Hongyan rushed towards Ye Fan with tears streaming down her face, like a sika deer returning to nature.

He faltered, but he didn't hesitate.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, I remember you, I remember everything!"

As if destined to meet in fate, Song Hongyan rushed into Ye Fan's arms.

Hug tightly without any gaps.

Tears flowed.

There is nothing more cherished than regaining something lost.

Looking at Song Hongyan's red eyes from crying, Ye Fan gently stroked her hair.

Then he grabbed a knife, a little bit of Prince Gong and others:

"The one who hurt my woman—"

"Kill without mercy!"

(End of this chapter)