King Qin, why did he do this? If he married and had children, he would have to risk his life for other women! All his life, he had risked his life for himself. Even if Jin Wushu wanted to kill him, it was because of him. Even more different than Yue Pengju, Zhao Deji was the culprit behind Yue Pengju's death; however, if King Qin died, that would be completely because of him — — all of the grudges between him and Jin Wushu were caused by, it was because of him.

How could he endure being called that?

's shy and timid face suddenly surfaced in front of his eyes. That was Ye Lvdayong's daughter, but just by looking at her face, he knew that he was completely different from what he had imagined. The King Qin was a man past middle age, and the first time he was about to have his own son, was he supposed to just let him die here without even being able to see his son's first face?

"Little girl, little girl …"

Jin Wushu proudly looked at the brave man who was invincible. However, no matter how powerful he was, it was becoming harder and harder for him to defend against the Golden Army who was swarming over like locusts. This was the most brave and valiant female Genuine Soldiers. In order to capture the King Qin, Jin Wushu would not hesitate to lose the first direct line of troops, even if it meant paying ten thousand times the price, he would still want to kill this person!

The insult from Ye Lvguanyin's son "100 days" during the celebration, the green tortoise fireworks, angrily burned his eyes, the joy of revenge boiling in his heart. He almost forgot about Hua Rong, who was beside him, and focused on the direction of King Qin, watching him walk around in the sea of people. He gave the killing order, as long as the head of the King Qin fell to the ground, it would be his time to wash away his shame.

Killing a person was naturally much easier than capturing them alive. King Qin's entire body was already riddled with scars.

Hua Rong followed his gaze. She couldn't clearly see King Qin's scars, but she could clearly see the dangers that he had encountered. His heart was stifled. It was as if he was the only one left standing at that moment. The two of them faced off against countless enemies, facing the only path to death. The only difference was that he was now a spectator.

Jin Wushu turned his head, only to see her pale face. He couldn't suppress the intense desire for revenge in his heart. This was a personal grudge, and it was even more satisfying than winning on the battlefield. Hua Rong, don't blame me. He was the one who humiliated me first. "I've said that if I want to kill him, I definitely won't give up …"

She bit her lips tightly, her vision almost blurring. King Qin, only saw King Qin's body swaying on the back of the horse.

Hua Rong was about to scream, but below her, the Black Moonlight let out a long hiss, and while Jin Wushu was not expecting it, she leapt towards the north.

The Golden Army's attention was initially focused on the King Qin, but after she rushed out, he did not expect it. Seeing that, An Zhigang immediately followed, and by the time Jin Wushu reacted, An Zhigang's group had already protected Hua Rong, and actually opened up a path, and escaped into the forest.

With the Golden Army being killed, he had dispersed all his power to deal with the King Qin, and seeing that Hua Rong was trying to escape, Jin Wushu had no choice but to give chase. Wu Qimai asked loudly: "Fourth Prince, what about Hua Rong?"

She already completely understood her choice. She would rather die in battle to save King Qin and even die together with her. Looking over, she seemed to have regained her spirit. She was as vigorous as a dragon and as fierce as a tiger. She was constantly fighting, like a small leopard that had just emerged from the forest.

This was not a woman, but a beast.

She was a real woman.

Jin Wushu was furious. "Don't worry about her, let's kill King Qin first."

"Yes."

With Hua Rong's guidance, the pressure on the King Qin lessened, and seeing that he was fighting An Zhigang all the way to the northern corner, he knew that she was risking his life to save him, and was even more excited, wishing that he could kill all of the Golden Army in the blink of an eye.

He was encouraged, and the more he fought, the braver he became. He did not care how many arrows he had already been pierced or how many blades he had taken. He only knew how to fight his way out. Not only do we have to save our subordinates' safety, we also have to protect this team to the greatest extent. This was his and Jin Wushu's nth battle, with both sides having a victorious match. Jin Wushu had won with more troops and more horses, while he won with flexibility in guerrilla warfare. However, he also knew that Jin Wushu wanted to kill him wholeheartedly. This was the second time that they had met face to face in such a large scale, and he could no longer rely on the mysterious ability that had come out of nowhere.

If he died, who would be able to take care of her?

With this, his courage increased. When Golden Army saw this heavily injured man, he suddenly displayed his might. With a slash of his blade, one of the Golden Army's head flew to the side, causing a few of the soldiers to be slightly slower, their faces splashed with blood. They were terrified, and immediately retreated. The King Qin caught his breath, seizing the opportunity to rush out. At this time, the wild people behind had already slaughtered a way out, and followed King Qin towards the north.

Jin Wushu saw that his victory was right in front of him, but the King Qin had already broken through. He roared angrily, and raised his halberd. "Quick, kill King Qin. "Kill without discussion …" He took the lead and rushed towards King Qin.

The King Qin aimed at his momentum and laughed: "Damn turtle, today I am not interested in playing with you. I'll accompany you another day. "

"King Qin, you can't escape. If you have the guts, don't be a turtle. "

The moment Jin Wushu opened his mouth, Han Chang understood his intentions. After learning Zhuge Liang's method of cursing, he shouted loudly and scolded King Qin until his head was drenched in blood, attempting to stop him from escaping. How could the King Qin care about these insults when he was running for his life? Under such desperate circumstances, Golden Army was simply unable to hold on. By the time Jin Wushu had caught up, he was already blocked by the sea of people.

Jin Wushu was both angry and anxious, the fat in his mouth also grew wings and flew away. He aimed at the King Qin and shot five arrows in a row. Three of the Golden Army s fell down and the King Qin almost fell off his horse as he heard the sound of the Golden Army on his back falling to the ground. The guards immediately rushed forward to protect him. He leaned against the horse and used all his strength to hit the horse. His vision went dark and he couldn't control the horse at all. He let the horse rush out like a madman …

As for Hua Rong, who was running in front and had attracted a portion of the Golden Army's forces, she finally broke out of the encirclement and stopped her horse. An Zhigang was right behind her, sweating profusely, his mount was already foaming at the mouth. Hua Rong asked anxiously: What about the King Qin and the rest? "Hurry, hurry and get them …"

"Madam, look! The King has come out!"

"Where?"

Hua Rong looked carefully, and saw a person leaning on a horse, his body was crumbling. She was shocked, King Qin was clearly severely injured. An Zhigang also noticed and hurried over: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty …"

Hua Rong followed beside him, her mind was numb, King Qin actually did not raise his head! How could someone like the King Qin have his head hanging down on the battlefield?

She said with a trembling voice, "Qin Shangcheng, what's wrong? Qin Shangcheng... "

"Not good, the King is heavily injured."

Before An Zhigang could finish his sentence, King Qin's horse jolted and fell to the ground on its front legs. Seeing that King Qin was about to be dismounted, Hua Rong exclaimed in shock. An Zhigang and the others rushed to the wall to support him.

"Great King, what happened to you?"

"Your Majesty …"

The King Qin had his eyes closed, his face like golden paper, while the wild people rushed forward to protect him. Behind them, the Golden Army was still chasing them. Hua Rong saw that the situation was critical, she could not care about her grief, and anxiously said: "Quickly, An Zhigang, quickly help King Qin up onto his horse …" An Zhigang looked at her Black Moonlight and asked in shock: "Madam, what about you?"

"Cut the crap, quickly help King Qin up …"

She roared angrily, but An Zhigang did not dare to disobey. Together with a soldier, they supported King Qin on both sides and got on his horse. An Zhigang jumped onto the ground and supported King Qin. Hua Rong rode on the horses behind them and the Black Moonlight rushed out as fast as lightning. Everyone ran after him. Hua Rong mounted a horse and followed suit. She could no longer care about defending the Golden Army behind him, she could only hope that would rush out quickly and bring the King Qin to a safe place.

When Hua Rong saw that there were people on both sides, she did not know which path An Zhigang and the rest were taking. At this time, the sounds of Golden Army chasing after him were getting closer and closer. She had no time to be sure at all, so she randomly grabbed a savage to ask for directions, then rushed towards the left side of the road.

The further they ran, the more rugged the mountain road became. The barbarian soldiers were running slower and slower, fortunately, the sounds of Golden Army chasing them were getting softer and softer. The mountain road was narrow, and Hua Rong was simply unable to surpass the masses. She could only squeeze in the middle, and had no idea where King Qin was at all.

She gasped for breath and turned her head to look. She could not hold it in any longer and caught another wild man, who mumbled a few words. He actually did not know if King Qin and the rest were in front or not.

Hua Rong felt a chill in her heart. If she were to be separated from the King Qin, how could she possibly live a good life? She did not care about the mountain road being bumpy, she dismounted, and rushed forward on foot. With a single look, she saw that the person in front, was none other than An Zhigang. He had indeed escaped from the King Qin.

Angry and anxious, she tried to turn back, but was stopped in the middle of the road. With a loud shout, she ordered the barbarians to stop. However, this group of barbarians didn't know who she was. They didn't listen to her orders and continued to flee. Hua Rong couldn't do anything, she could only stay behind and watch the wild people run away.

It was already late in the night.

The cold wind blew, and the heavy sweat on his body was drenched in her heavy clothes. They condensed on his body and were like thick ice cubes that wrapped around his body. The pain pierced through her heart. Hua Rong was completely exhausted, her entire body reeking of blood, as if she was a butcher who just came out from a slaughterhouse. One man, a thin, heavily wounded horse, alone in the mountain road, the horse was too weak to even cry out.

Hua Rong leaned on the cliff, took deep breaths, and casually pushed her hair behind her head. She knew that she had missed out on King Qin, but she didn't dare to rashly go out at this time for fear of encountering Golden Army's main force.

It was not until the sky had turned completely dark and the surroundings had quieted down did she lead her horse and stealthily entered the forest. Only when he was sure that the Golden Army had already evacuated, did he stealthily make his way to the other side of the road. Judging from the tracks, the Golden Army was afraid that they would be ambushed by the dangerous situation here. They didn't dare to chase anymore and retreated.

Her heart burned with anxiety. It was the first time in her life that she wanted to see the King Qin so badly. She would see him right away. He had a feeling that if he could not see King Qin this time, then it would be the two of them parting ways forever.