C125

To deal with the two Hero Dog, Zhong Ao Shuang didn't dare to have the slightest bit of carelessness, and it wasn't easy either. Those who were close to the Wolf King and acted as his personal bodyguards were naturally the brave warriors of the Zerom tribe.

The guard was the next to leave. He silently retreated to the door and looked into the room with a cold gaze. He conveniently dragged out the corpse on the ground and threw it outside, together with the corpse of the self-inflicted guard outside.

Someone came over and dragged the two corpses away. The guard who had retreated lowered his head. There was not a single trace of emotion on his face. They were slaves, slaves to the king, all their lives, children, property …

Everything belonged to the king. It was all the king's gift. To be able to die for the king was their honor.

It wasn't that they didn't feel sorry for him, but they didn't dare to show it. Their eyes were filled with sadness. Their lives weren't even worth as much as a white dog.

With only one person left, Zhong Ao Shuang was able to relax a little. The space in the room was limited, and the three of them were not able to fully display their skills. He used his agile movement techniques and sword techniques to contend with his opponent, trying his best to avoid a head-on clash.

Amidst the flashes and flashes of swords and sabers, he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. He only knew that he couldn't lose.

"I can die, but I can't lose. I can only win, I can't lose!"

Yue Chanjuan's words had already entered his ears. If he lost, it would be difficult for him to preserve the innocence of the princess. The only way to preserve the princess' innocence was to win. If he wanted to win, he had to kill the Canine Militant in front of him.

If they did not die, if they still had a breath left, they would not put down the weapons in their hands. Their ferocity and ruthlessness were equally famous.

If he lost to the Han Chinese in front of him, he couldn't even die. Wang definitely wouldn't give him the grace to die as soon as possible. He would torture him to death with cruel punishment.

Sweat quietly fell from his body. Thinking of the ruthless and tormenting methods of the king, waves of chilliness rose from the bottom of his heart.

The two exchanged twenty or thirty moves, but there was still no clear victor. Zhong Ao Shuang knew that if it was about endurance, he was no match for the man. In recent years, he had been working as a scholar in the Han Forest Academy. He had thought that his martial arts would be useless in the future and that it would only be used for fitness. He didn't expect that one day, he would have a chance to free himself.

Zhong Ao Shuang grit her teeth. If this continued, he might not be able to defeat the man with the dog. His opponent was a veteran warrior, and he had never been to a battlefield before. His combat experience was far inferior to his opponent's.

The sword in his hand gradually became disorderly, barely able to hold on as he retreated step by step. The opponent's curved blade had already cut his clothes into pieces.

As he listened to the sounds of battle behind him, if it weren't for the fact that his bodyguards underestimated his opponent, thinking that Zhong Ao Shuang was a weak scholar, he definitely wouldn't have been able to kill one in an instant while inflicting heavy injuries on the other.

A cruel smile appeared on the gloomy face of an elder. He was just a Chinese who dared to oppose him and offend his dignity. He would not let him die. He would make this person kneel at his feet and beg for mercy without the slightest trace of dignity.

"Be careful, Mr Zhong is the Han Emissary of Great Kang. Don't kill him."

These words were said in Hun language. He looked sideways at Yue Chan Juan who was in his arms, feeling the stiffness of her delicate body, and repeated what he had just said in Chinese.

Yue Chanjuan sneered and pretended to be uneasy as she lowered her head and refused to look at him.

"It's hard to say who will win. Indeed, he is arrogant and presumptuous. It's no wonder that in the past twenty years, the Dogong Clan's power has become weaker and weaker, and it is related to his character and behavior. If he was willing to rely on the great kang or great moon, even if he had to wholeheartedly preserve his dog's spirit, he would not be who he is today. "

In the past twenty years, when the crabapple pear alone gradually rose up in the Western Regions, the King of Canines actually intended to occupy the fertile lands of the Great Kang, and even wanted to occupy the Jade Gate Pass.

Although the rise of Pear Blossom Valley was related to the aid provided by Da Kang secretly, if it wasn't for the fact that all the races in the Western Regions were scattered like sand, each on their own, it would still be very difficult for the Pear Blossom Valley to establish its own huge Moon Empire.

However, it was not as if there were no mistakes. The original intention was to secretly assist Pear Blossom Valley so that the Huns could control the Huns so that they could consume the Huns during the civil war. However, he did not expect that in the end, not only had he broken away from the control of Da Kang, but he had also borrowed the power of Da Kang and other forces to become the sole ruler of the Western Regions, establishing the Kingdom of Da Yue.

After killing a few wolves and raising a tiger, it was hard to tell if his plan was a mistake or a failure.

After the establishment of the Great Moon Branch, Pear Blossom had always maintained a good relationship with Da Kang, rarely invading Da Kang. He wanted to maintain a good relationship with Da Kang so that in the future, he could concentrate on wiping out the races in the Western Regions and unify all the clans.

The Princess had already given him the greatest chance. If he were to fight two people at the same time, he would not have any chance at all.

Sweat kept dripping from his forehead. His leather clothes were in tatters, but he wasn't injured at all. He lowered his eyelids and silently watched the approaching guards. Victory and death were decided in this one strike. He could die, but before he died, he had to drag this guard along with him. As long as he could stall for time and temporarily preserve the princess' innocence, he was willing to die for her.

As if he no longer had the strength to resist, the sword in his hand weakly fell, his body on the verge of collapse.

A cruel smile appeared on the guard's face. Although the king forbade him from harming this person, he did not prevent him from harming this person.

He wanted this person to not use a sword to avenge his companion, as it would be too merciful to cut off one of his arms. However, he did not dare to hurt this person again.

The scimitar pierced towards Zhong Ao Shuang, Zhong Ao Shuang barely managed to stay close to the wall to avoid it. The scimitar suddenly rose and struck towards Zhong Ao Shuang's shoulder, the guard changed his mind, it was too obvious to cut off his arm, if he angered the princess, who knows if the king would punish him for saying a few words in front of the king.

"Just pierce through his shoulder and turn his arm into trash."

The sound of the knife stabbing into flesh reached his ears, and the guard sneered. He was a warrior of the Hound Clan, a warrior of the Thousand Mile, a scholar of the Central Plains. Even if he had some ability, how could he be a match for him?

The darkness before his eyes, the ominous omen, the shadow of death, descended with it.

He didn't feel the pain he had expected. His body made a "pu" sound and a slight sound. The cold feeling entered his body. He only had time to take two steps back before his strength gradually drained from his body.

With a wave of his hand, the darkness before him began to descend, and his body started to descend as well.