Chapter 692

"Let's go, don't stay here. Don't let his heart be in vain. How many days can you fight alone in this capital with hundreds of thousands of troops?" The gloomy voice echoed, and before Feng Qingge could react, Han Bing behind him was already He landed on the ground, grabbed Feng Qingge's clothes, and said coldly, "Come on, at least 10,000 soldiers and horses are coming this way. People have been rescued, so leave first."

"But, Zhu Jiang is still inside!" Feng Qingge's face changed greatly, she raised her head and looked at the person inside who caught the long sword with empty hands, her heart trembled.

Han Bing had already seen what Feng Qingge was thinking, and he said with a cold face: "It'll be fine, they won't do anything, let's go first."

Before Feng Qingge could respond, Han Bing had already split the person in front of her, grabbed her hand and rushed out.

Just go, go, don't act indiscriminately.

At least now, someone is watching you.

A cold light flashed in his indifferent eyes, and Yehuan said coldly, "Long time no see, I thought you died in the battle two years ago."

"Heh, it's been a long time indeed. Your tactics are still as despicable as before. Do you think it's possible to lure all the blood guards out with one move? Allowing the blood on his arm to drip downward, Zhu Jiang looked at the person in front of him coldly.

Seeming to have heard the most ridiculous joke, Ye Huan squeezed the long sword into it a bit, and grinned: "Really, then why didn't you obey the order and risk yourself in order to save a woman. Commander, you are the first to make a mistake. Do you think they can run away? This is just the first wave. Feng Qingge, you must die!"

"You!" Zhu Jiang's face changed greatly, as if thinking of something, the hand holding Ye Huan slammed towards the front row, quickly pulling the distance between the two. The wound on the abdomen was still bleeding, and he couldn't take care of it anymore. He reached out and threw the dagger in his hand into the air. Looking at the guards who came from the mountain, he kicked one and grabbed the sword.

"That's what I am, you serve your master, and I do mine. Just like you, maybe we were both wrong from the start, maybe we should all die together. Take your sword and let me Look, do you still exist back then?" Seeing that he waved his hand to stop the guards in front of him, Yehuan walked out step by step with his long sword in hand, and looking at Zhu Jiang, who was covered in blood, he just smiled coldly.

The slender fingers fell on the sword, swiped the blood on the long sword at will, and put it into his mouth and licked it gently, just like the original, bloody smell. But so what? The man who disappeared for two years finally appeared. He has another goal.

The right hand holding the long sword was still trembling, and a knife was stabbed in the abdomen, hurting his own lungs, his breath was a little unstable, his face was a little pale, he looked at the person in front, and said coldly: "After all these years, you are still Nothing has changed. Is it interesting to compete against each other? I lost, take me back."

With that said, Zhu Jiang was about to give up the long sword in his hand.

It's just that Yehuan wouldn't give him any chance. Seeing that Zhu Jiang hadn't dropped the sword in his hand, his figure had already stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand was wandering like a dragon going out to sea, attacking Zhu Jiang's jaw. It was almost the instinctive reaction of the killer, even if he had discarded the sword, he would hold it firmly at the moment when danger came. It was the body's subconscious reaction, holding the long sword in front of him, Zhu Jiang couldn't help frowning.

"The body is more honest than your mouth, brother, are you right?" An unknown light flashed in his black eyes, Yehuan smiled coldly, and the strength in his hands tightened a bit.

It's just that the word brother said, Zhu Jiang's expression changed slightly, looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't help biting his teeth, he hadn't heard this word for many years. But now, he is willing to speak and call out the word. However, he did not let go. He clenched the long sword in his right hand and said coldly, "Murong Chu is a rebel and usurps the throne. If you stay by his side, you will only be left behind for a thousand years. If you want to treat me as your brother, just Put down your sword and join me in allegiance to His Royal Highness King Cen."

"Right or wrong, does it make sense? I just follow orders and do things. How can future generations remember me. Maybe, even the small country of Yun country can't remember." It was suddenly cut out, and the figure that opened vertically and horizontally was extremely fierce.

Zhu Jiang quickly retreated to the back, blocked Yehuan's long sword, and said angrily: "Why are you always obsessed, if I followed Prince Cen and you followed King Cen, would the result change?"

"The current Yunguo has already run out of gas. Even if I follow King Cen, that can change anything. When we were separated, it was already doomed and we were inexorable. After all, there is still a battle between you and me. Just today, right here, let's break it. Follow the master's order, and live one or the other." With a cold smile, Ye Huan's speed was not slow, he picked up the sword and opened Zhu Jiang's long sword, The whole person has already rushed in.

Both, live one or the other.

It was because of this sentence that they had a duel and had their current destiny. He really didn't take it seriously. If he hadn't followed King Cen, he might have thought about how to kill the person in front of him all his life, but now he realizes how ridiculous this is.

Just because of the rules of the division, they can only live alone. Even if they leave the division, even if the martial arts of that body is abolished, they must die. What an overbearing rule, and a nightmare that has haunted them for more than ten years! It's a pity that the people in front of you don't understand, don't know.

The country of Yun has been reduced to where it is today. In the final analysis, in fact, it is the same as them, fighting and fighting. Just like King Cen, he has no interest in that division, but he has been entangled all the time, but he is more fortunate and has a choice. Unfortunately, His Royal Highness King Cen did not even have this decision.

The pressure on his shoulders was just too much, all of which he couldn't do. There is still a long, long road ahead. He may not need to be with him, but he will not give up this life easily.

"Brother, I'll take you home." The gentle voice appeared in his ear, Zhu Jiang's figure paused, and the long sword in his hand quickly resisted in front of him, but it was still half a minute slower, and the long sword penetrated his clothes , brought up a streak of blood, his face was slightly pale, and under the massive blood loss, his body was out of control, and even the strength in his hands softened a bit.

"I'm obsessed! Then don't blame me!" Holding the wound on his waist, cold sweat dripped from Zhu Jiang's forehead. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on for too long.