Yuan Wang fell to the ground and looked at Fang Baijing, who was also lying on the ground not far away: "Lord Qianban, I always didn't dare to be a brother with you before, but now I dare to have a brother and I don't, so I can't help but think, if there is, it should be what you look like." ”

After saying this, Yuan Wang slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't die blindly, because he saved the people he cared about.

During the day, Fang Baijing pulled him out of the ghost gate, this night, how long has it just passed? He sent himself into the ghost gate and pushed Fang Baijing out.

"Senban-sama!"

Eight or nine court lieutenants rushed out from the other side, two people grabbed Fang Baijing's arm on the left and right, lifted him up and retreated, and the rest of the people broke off, relying on the abruptness of this killing and a courage that was not afraid of death, they forced those black warriors to retreat a little.

"Catch up with them, and don't leave one behind."

The shallow flywheel beckoned, and a black-robed centurion hurriedly ran over to help him.

Shallow Feilun said: "I wanted to leave a living mouth to understand Ning Guoting's Mansion, but now it seems that even if I can catch it alive, I can't ask Ning Ren anything, I have to say that Ning Ren has something we lack." ”

He turned around: "Help me go back and bandage, just kill all the Ning people." ”

"Yes!"

There were still hundreds of black warriors who had gathered quickly, and there were barely a dozen people on the side of the Tingwei Mansion, including the seriously injured Fang Baijing.

This night does not seem to belong to the Ning Kingdom, under the moon, the black warriors who think they have the blessing of the moon god have more advantages.

The black-robed centurion Goss picked up the shallow flywheel and walked back, escorted by a dozen blue-robed armorers, and the others went to chase after the Ning people.

Back to the camp in the forest, Goss carefully put the shallow flywheel on the bed, the shallow flywheel is a person who knows how to enjoy, even if it is marching out of this barren mountain range, someone must carry the wooden bed for him, although the wooden bed is folded and not too heavy, but even if it is only a few dozen pounds to carry it all the way to the mountain, it is extremely hard.

If you are a master, you don't care who is hard, just don't work hard.

Sitting on the bed, Shallow Flywheel looked down at his two feet, the left foot was already half gone, and the front half was still a layer of skin left, so even he looked at it with a burst of nausea and a burst of fear, and the right foot was slightly better, but it was pierced with a bloody hole.

Goss knelt in front of him and raised his head to look at the shallow flywheel: "Lord Priest, it will hurt a lot, you bear with it." ”

Shallow Flywheel nodded: "Hurry up and deal with it." ”

Goss snorted, turned out the wound medicine from the box, first rinsed the wound with strong wine, and then opened the wound medicine one by one and sprinkled it on the wound, fortunately, they brought enough wound medicine, so they relied on the medicine powder to apply the wound, and the blood gradually stopped flowing out.

"Get in the way."

Shallow Flywheel stretched out his hand and pulled out the scimitar from Goss's waist, and the knife swept away, and the first half of the foot that hung was cut off by him: "There is no point in keeping it, and after I go back, I have to find a craftsman to see if I can make a half-amputated prosthetic foot, otherwise it will be very awkward to wear boots in the future."

Goss thought to himself, my lord, even if he made a half-amputated prosthetic foot, he wouldn't feel it, how awkward should he be in his boots, or how awkward he should be.

I don't dare to say.

Although he also knew that the half of the foot had no meaning left, only a layer of skin was attached, and the broken part in the middle was twisted back and forth by the sword several times, even if there was a good enough medical officer around him at this time, it was impossible for the wound to be docked back, but his heart was not so ruthless, not to mention that this was the foot of the shallow flywheel, even if his own foot was injured like this, I am afraid that he would not be able to cut it off with such an understatement as the shallow flywheel.

"Hurry up and bandage, what do you want?"

Shallow Flywheel frowned slightly.

"Yes, Priest."

Goss hurriedly focused, carefully wrapped the two feet of the shallow flywheel, and his forehead was already covered with sweat after they were wrapped, who was too nervous who didn't know that the priest's personality was volatile and murderous, and if he was not careful, his future would be gone, and if he was gone, he was afraid that he would lose his life.

"You're doing a great job."

Shallow Flywheel looked at the gauze on the soles of his feet: "I am short of people around me now, and you will be the commander of the silver robe from this moment on." ”

"Huh?"

Goss was startled, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank you for the cultivation of Lord Shenguan, thank you for your support!" ”

"Help me lie down and get me some wine."

Goss immediately got up and leaned on the shallow flywheel to lie down, there was nothing left of the wine just now to clean the wound, looked around and noticed the wine box that the priest would carry when he traveled, the priest loved to drink the most, although he didn't drink too much, every time he tasted it, but he couldn't do without wine.

The shallow flywheel couldn't stand the pain at this time, and only wine could make him anesthetized.

Taking the wine handed to him by Goss, he leaned on the shallow flywheel on the bed and drank half a bottle in one go, he always thought that wine tasting was a very elegant thing, and it was a reckless man to drink a big gulp, and the quality of wine needs to be tasted, and wine is not just a drink, but also a work of art.

But today he wanted to get drunk quickly, hoping that getting drunk would make the pain go away.

"Do you like to drink?"

Shallow Flywheel asked.

Goss bowed his head and told a lie: "Humble and drunk. ”

"Good."

The shallow flywheel was silent, and another big sip of wine poured into it, and he glanced at Goss: "I have a question I want to ask you, if the Black Martial Empire will have a decisive battle with Ning Guo in the future, who do you think will win?" ”

"Of course it's our black martial arts."

"I want to hear the truth."

"I really think that it will definitely be our black martial arts to win."

"Yes, every black warrior will think like this, as if every Ning person also thinks that Ning people will win, I used to think that black warriors will win, but now it seems that it is not necessarily, if Ning people are all like the opponents we met this time, how to fight? I brought more than 600 people this time, and there are only 30 people on the other side, maybe it's not even so, being forced to such a point by the Ning people, what is the advantage? ”

"Don't be too disappointed, Lord Priest."

Goss said: "That's the person from Ning Guoting's Governor's Mansion, the elite of the elite." ”

As soon as he said this, he regretted it, and sure enough, he saw that the face of the shallow flywheel changed.

Shallow Flywheel frowned: "They are the people of Ning Guoting's Mansion, the elite of the elite, aren't you?" You people are carefully selected to enter the Qingya, and in terms of functions, there is no difference between the Qingya and the Tingwei Mansion, you say that the other party is the elite of the elite, are you saying that we were blind when we first selected you people to enter the Qingya, or are they also elite but far inferior to Ningren? ”

Goss threw himself on his knees: "Despicability is just gibberish, nonsense"

"Get up."

Shallow Flywheel shook his head: "Even I have to get to know Ning Ren again." ”

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside, which sounded like a lot of people.

"Our people are back."

Goss lowered his head and said: "It should be that the other party has been completely destroyed, no matter how strong they are, it is our black martial arts that will win in the end, this matter may be a nightmare, and it will pass at dawn tomorrow." ”

"yes"

Shallow Flywheel looked at his feet: "I hope it's just a nightmare, too." ”

Something seemed wrong outside, some people shouted, some people snorted.

Goss's face changed, grabbed the scimitar next to him and rushed to the door of the tent, just about to go out, suddenly a black thing flew in, the thing hit the door curtain and almost smashed Goss in the face, Goss thought it was a hidden weapon, a knife cut over, cut open the curtain to see that there was a human head hanging on his knife, subconsciously glanced at it, the human head he actually knew

It was one of the four Sword Sect disciples who chased Ning just now.

When he was stunned, another black thing flew over, Goss took a step back, the curtain rolled up, and the second human head fell to the ground, it was still the head of a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the break on the neck was very neat, and the neatness made people feel that there was a very bloody beauty.

"Knives."

Instead, the shallow flywheel became calm, and looked at the broken wound on the man's head and neck, either it was a broadsword that their sword disciples were good at, or it could only be a knife, the sword was light and thin, even if it was a broken neck, the sword body would be offset when it touched the bone, so the break could not be so neat.

There is only a knife, and it is a heavy knife.

The third, the fourth.

Outside the door seems to have become hell, there are human heads will fly up from hell by themselves, the shallow flywheel sat up and looked at the human heads on the ground one by one, there have been at least thirty human heads thrown in, but they have not stopped, the heads thrown in have those he knows and those he does not know, the people who know are naturally the people of Qingya, and those who do not know are the scouts selected by the Black Martial Arts Border Army.

The head is still flying.

Maybe a well suddenly appeared outside, and the well went straight to hell, and in hell a human head was cut off and one flew up.

The black-robed centurion Goss's hand was already trembling violently, and he recognized the head of the person who had just flown in, it was his comrade, and he was also the black-robed centurion Lauren, Lauren was his friend, and Lauren had said when he was drinking with him before this departure, he must kill a thousand people when he went south to kill Ning, which was also an achievement that was difficult for others to achieve.

He also told Lauren at the time that Ning people were not so easy to kill.

And Lauren said, Ning people are just a group of two-legged sheep with knives, sheep are sheep, and if you give him a knife, you can't become a wolf.

The head is still flying.

What is it like to be thrown in a small tent with hundreds of heads?

If anyone had witnessed it, they would have been scared half to death.

Goss had not yet left this but stood strongly, just because he did not dare to go out, he was afraid to step over the heads, and as soon as he went out, he saw a demon with a big mouth waiting for him outside, and when he saw him, the demon lowered his head and opened his mouth to swallow his head, and his teeth cut his neck, and then opened his mouth to spit out the human head.

Perhaps because he was so frightened, he even vaguely felt that one of the heads flying in from outside was his own.

"Enough!"

Shallow Flywheel sat on the bed and stretched out his hand: "Give me my sword." ”

Goss hurriedly ran to the side of the tent and took off the sword hanging there, because of his conceit, he didn't bring his sword with him these two times when he went out to chase and kill Ning Ren, and it was not much different from the sword of the eight Sword Sect disciples, the difference was that it was bigger and heavier.

"I don't care who you are, so provocative, you should be able to see that you are a very proud person, since you have pride, then kill me with your own hands."

Shallow Flywheel sat there straight, his broadsword in both hands.

Boom!

The tent was grabbed by several flying claws outside and pulled open, and after being torn apart, the tent collapsed, and the canvas covered many heads, but not all of them.

Shallow Flywheel sat and stared out, wondering who had come and killed hundreds of his men in such a short time.

Before and after, that is, in half an hour, hundreds of human heads were cut off?

Yes.

All were cut.

After the tent fell, he saw the young Ningren in black iron armor at first glance, and there were torches lit in the camp, so he could see that the young Ningren was very tall, strong, and handsome, and he was holding an ordinary-looking Ningren-style horizontal knife, and there happened to be a drop of blood on the tip of the knife that slowly fell.

Tiger head armor, that is the iron armor of General Daning.

For a moment, although no one spoke, Shallow Flywheel suddenly knew who the other party was.

"Meng Chang'an?"

He asked.

Meng Changan just looked at him coldly.

Behind him, one hundred and twenty soldiers with black knives stood with their swords, and the moment the tent fell, they threw all the remaining heads over, and a rain of human heads fell in the sky, and with a bang, the side of the shallow flywheel fell to the ground.

One general, one hundred and twenty personal soldiers.

A killing.

Meng Changan glanced at the shallow flywheel: "Did you hurt Fang Baijing?" ”

Shallow Feilun thought about it, General Meng Changan should be asking about the Qianban of the Tingwei Mansion of Ning State.

"Injury?"

Shallow Flywheel frowned: "Not dead?" ”

Meng Changan waved his hand, and one hundred and twenty personal soldiers retreated neatly.

He stepped forward alone.