C410 He is hurt

He's hurt

The long sword was covered in blood. The tip of the sword intersected with the ground, and blood dripped down the sword bit by bit.

Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong leaned against each other as they panted intensely. Xie Qingrong's right hand was tightly holding onto the violet-gold whip, and the three sharp blades on her left wrist were already stained with fresh red blood.

The edge of the sharp blade glowed with a cold light.

The killing intent in Xie Qingrong's eyes intensified as her eyes turned blood-red.

Wiping away a few drops of blood without a care in the world, he teased in a low voice, "Looks like someone wants our lives."

A group of assassins were lying in ambush at the border of Chu Country, catching them completely off guard. Although Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong's martial arts were outstanding and their methods were good, facing a group of suicidal killers, they were like an army that didn't care about their lives.

Sooner or later, he would be exhausted.

After a moment of panting, he continued on his way to the killing fields.

The entire grassland seemed to have become a field for Shrews.

The ground was covered with blood that meandered like a river.

The floor was littered with corpses.

The birds in the forest had long since been frightened, flapping their wings as they left this bloody place.

The violet-gold whip firmly wrapped the sword in the assassin's hand, and with a casual wave, the sword pierced straight at the assassin.

"Puchi!" The long sword accurately pierced the assassin's heart, and he fell to the ground.

Slash!

The battle continued. Amidst the blade lights and sword shadows, a cold light and a purple shadow combined seamlessly.

One by one, the assassins fell, but one by one, more assassins appeared.

There was an endless flow of life.

Xie Qingrong held the violet-gold whip tightly, his hand was grinded by the whip until there were lines of blood on it.

His eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot.

"Be careful!" Xuanyuan Chen had only just said two, his body was already behind Xie Qingrong, blocking the attack a step faster than a long sword.

"Puchi ~ ~" The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh sounded beside Xie Qingrong's ears. It was clear but filled with pain.

Xie Qingrong quickly turned around, and saw a scene that made her eyes pop out, a sword was stabbed into Xuanyuan Chen's back, and on the other side of the sword, a black-clothed man was holding onto the sword hilt.

The man in black pulled out his sword with all his might.

"Pu — —" A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on his back. One of the drops of blood splashed onto the black scarred face of the black clothed man and a few drops of blood landed on the side of Xie Qingrong's face.

Xie Qingrong hugged Xuanyuan Chen's body which was uncontrollably falling apart, as she bent her knees and half knelt on the ground, with her eyes lowered, it was unknown what she was thinking about.

The group of black-clothed men surrounding him formed a circle around him, and slowly approached Xie Qingrong.

They didn't know why, but this woman, covered in blood, actually gave off an aura that made their hearts tremble and they didn't dare to act rashly.

Xie Qingrong slowly touched Xuanyuan Chen's face, then used her sleeve to gently wipe all the blood off of Xuanyuan Chen's face.

Xuanyuan Chen lied in Xie Qingrong's embrace, the blood still gurgling from his back. His face was extremely pale from excessive loss of blood, and his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, as if he was completely exhausted.

The sickly appearance did not diminish his elegance, adding to his sickly, pale beauty.

"They actually dared to hurt you." Xie Qingrong slowly spat out a few words, her low voice filled with boundless anger and killing intent.

She carefully turned Xuanyuan Chen over and laid him on the ground.

He held onto the violet-gold whip very hard, and the joints on his fingers made "ge ge ge" sounds.

The killing intent that filled the air seeped out of her body, the gentle Qi that was on Xie Qingrong completely disappeared. She held the violet-gold whip in her right hand and Xuanyuan Chen's long sword in her left, and she slowly stood up.

It was like a demon from hell, opening its mouth wide, filled with killing intent and malice, and rushing towards the black-clothed assassin.

Before the black-clothed assassin could react, he felt a chill on his chest and throat.

Xie Qingrong was wearing a simple and light white dress, but the dress was already stained with blood, and the white had gradually disappeared, as though snow had fallen on a cluster of red plums.

His wrist was moving faster and faster, his foot lightly tapped against the assassin's leg. His body moved so fast that there was only an afterimage left.

After a while, all the assassins in black fell to the ground.

Xie Qingrong was already exhausted, the killing move she used just now was only because Xuanyuan Chen was injured, it furiously swept through his entire body and she was barely able to endure it.

His knees went weak, and he couldn't help but half kneel on the ground. His sword fiercely stabbed into the ground, supporting him.

The swords that came piercing towards him, her eyes drooped down in exhaustion, her consciousness blurry, she tried her best to look at the place where Xuanyuan Chen was lying.

Ye Zichen smiled.

Her peerless, snow-white face seemed to bloom with the most beautiful smile in the world, like a peach blossom blooming at the beginning, bringing with it a faint tinge of rosy pink.

Brilliant light.

His limbs felt weak and he wanted to clench his fingers tightly. However, he found that he was unable to move his fingers at all. A faint pricking pain came from between his fingers.

So tired.

So thirsty.

"Cough, cough." The unparalleled beauty lying on the bed coughed violently.

The maid who was guarding the bed immediately woke up from her drowsiness. Seeing the girl who kept coughing yet had her eyes closed, she carefully called out, "Madam, madam?"

He called out twice, but the woman didn't reply.

The maid blinked in disappointment as she wiped away the sweat on the girl's face.

He turned around and left the room.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes slightly, her gaze was vigilant as she scanned the room, as if trying to find something.

When the maidservant brought in fresh hot water, she saw the girl who was as pale as snow sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were downcast and her long hair hung in front of her chest, as if she was thinking about something.

"Madam, you're awake." The servant girl immediately shouted in joy as she wanted to serve the woman.

Seeing that she was being reckless, and was actually running towards a servant, Xie Qingrong frowned, her eyes became fierce: "Don't come over."

The servant girl was so scared by Xie Qingrong's ruthless gaze, her legs trembling, she asked: "Madam?"

She was merely hired to take care of Xie Qingrong. When Xie Qingrong was lying unconscious on the bed with an ashen complexion, she thought that such a beautiful woman should be a very gentle woman. She never expected that she would actually be so fiendish.

"Who are you? Why did he appear here? Why am I here? " Xie Qingrong expressionlessly sent out a series of questions.

The servant was confused by Xie Qingrong's question, and did not know how to answer. Behind her, a clear and familiar male voice answered the maid's question: "Sister-in-law, you're awake."

Hearing the familiar voice and address, Xie Qingrong's tight brows finally relaxed. It seemed like this person was coming in the opposite direction.

The person who came was swaying the tasseled fan s, as though an elegant young noble, and shockingly, it was Shen Haoxuan.