Chapter 644

A knife suddenly stretched out from behind and crossed his neck. Jiang Peng didn't have time to think carefully. He reacted subconsciously and urged his horse forward, wanting to get rid of the mysterious and terrifying enemy behind him.

Perhaps because of the tension, he overlooked one point. Although the opponent's knife stretched out from behind, it was a curved sickle. He rushed forward and his neck just hit the blade.

There was a puff in his ear, and Jiang Peng's body rushed out on the warhorse, but his head was cut off by the sharp edge of the sickle and fell to the ground. Until his death, he didn't move to understand who the enemy who suddenly appeared behind him was and where he came from.

Puff! Scarlet blood spurted out from the broken neck of the headless body. From a distance, it really looked like a bright red fountain. The warhorse ran forward a few steps, and the body fell sideways from the horse. The blood sprayed into the air scattered down, like a bloody rain, and covered Yin Rou, who was lying on the horse's back, with blood all over her head and body.

She was lying on the horse, and could not see how Jiang Peng was killed, but she could clearly see the severed head and the headless body falling to the ground. This scene was extremely terrifying for any girl, let alone Yin Rou, who was born in a noble family and lived a life of luxury.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground, her mouth gradually opened, and then she let out a long scream, and her body lying on the horse's back began to twist violently, trying to get off the horse. However, her struggle, coupled with her screams, frightened the horse that had lost its owner, and let out a long neigh, raising its front hooves high, almost standing upright. Before Yin Rou, who was lying on the horse's back, could figure out what was going on, her body had been thrown off by the horse, and she felt that she was falling rapidly, and she secretly said, "It's over!" She closed her eyes and was about to endure the pain of falling to the ground, but the pain did not come for a long time.

What's going on?

Yin Rou slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to find that her body was actually suspended in mid-air. To be more precise, she was held horizontally in someone's arms. Her eyes slowly moved upwards, following the spiritual armor on the man's chest and slowly looking at the other person's face.

She saw a handsome face that she had been thinking about day and night but should not appear here anyway. The owner of the handsome face seemed to be smiling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his bright tiger eyes slightly narrowed, looking at her without blinking.

"Tang... Yin..."

Yin Rou couldn't be sure whether what she saw was real or illusory. She gently called out the man's name, and at the same time slowly raised her hand and touched the man's cheek. His cheek had black stubble, which was very hard and prickly, but the hot body temperature could give people an inexplicable sense of security.

"Yin... Zhen... Is it really you?"

Even after touching his face, Yin Rou still couldn't believe it was real.

Looking at the thin and haggard Yin Rou in his arms, holding her body was like holding a feather as light as nothing, and pity and heartache flashed in the man's eyes. He nodded heavily and whispered, "It's me!"

What a familiar voice, I don't know how many times I have heard it in my dreams. Although the voice was a little hoarse, she could still recognize it clearly. It was indeed Tang Yin's voice. In an instant, the strength she had maintained for nearly a month completely collapsed. She lost control of her emotions and hugged Tang Yin's body tightly and cried bitterly.

At this time, her heart could no longer hold anything else, only one voice remained: He is here! He did not give up on himself, did not forget his promise, and finally came to save himself...

Looking at Yin Rou crying in his arms, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife, and he shrank tightly into a ball. He slowly squatted down, put Yin Rou on his thigh, then pulled out his hand and wiped the tears on her face. His movements were light and soft, as if he was afraid that the spiritual armor on his fingers would hurt her.

He wished that he and Yin Rou were the only ones there, but the reality did not match his wish. The Sichuan Army and the Zhen Army, who had recovered from their shock, roared and shouted angrily, urging their horses to charge over, and countless spears stabbed at him and Yin Rou viciously.

He sighed secretly, squatting on the ground without moving, and only when the surrounding cavalry were about to rush to him did he suddenly swing the sickle in his hand.

Buzz!

The sickle drew a circular cold light in the air, and the cold light spread out in all directions like a water halo, spreading larger and larger, and finally forming a huge halo.

That was not the light of a knife, but a spiritual wave.

Puff - the spiritual wave centered on him and Yin Rou spread to the cavalry coming from all directions. The sound of armor and flesh being shredded sounded at the same time, followed by the screams of people and the neighing of war horses. A whole circle of Chuan and Zhen cavalry, the war horses were decapitated, the knights on the horses were cut in half, the spears stabbed out were broken into two pieces, and the broken body parts were scattered all over the ground. The broken parts of the human and horse bodies were as smooth as a mirror, as if they were swept by a laser. Under the inertia of their charge, the blood poured out and sprayed towards him and Yin Rou.

He bent down and protected Yin Rou in his arms with his body. In his eyes, she was so clean that the enemy's dirty blood should be acknowledged by him, and should not be splashed on her.

In an instant, his head and back seemed to be drenched by blood rain, and blood dripped down his spiritual armor.

This amazing and incredible sword move shocked the cavalry of Chuan and Zhen who were charging at him. Not only were the people shocked, but even the horses were frightened and screamed strangely, retreating with their four hooves and twisting their heads backwards.

"Kill——"

Someone suddenly shouted from behind the Sichuan and Zhen cavalrymen. Before several cavalrymen could react, they were thrown off their horses by the cold light from behind. At the same time, Xiao Min rushed towards her from the outside. Waiting for her to enter the circle, he took a closer look. Look, I was shocked, I saw the princess nestled in the arms of a bloody man, crying loudly, and the bloody man's face and body were covered with blood, his eyes were flashing with a faint and strange green light, The raised corners of his mouth contained an evil and bloodthirsty smile.

After standing there in shock for a while, Xiao Min recognized the bloody man and subconsciously shouted: "Tang Yin?"

That's right, the person who suddenly appeared was Tang Yin, who had traveled all the way from Feng Country to the border between Ningxia and Mozambique.

When Tang Yin learned that the emperor was fleeing to the border between Ning and Mo, he was extremely anxious. If the emperor was accepted by the Ning State, it would be difficult for him to take Yin Rou back to heaven, and it would be impossible for him to launch troops against Ning in the future. Well, all the talk of holding the emperor hostage to order the princes has become a fantasy.

As a result, he chased day and night but was still much slower. The emperor arrived at the Ningmo border one step ahead of him. Just when Tang Yin felt despair, the news that made him extremely excited came. Ningguo closed the border across the board and refused to admit the emperor. . Upon hearing the news, Tang Yin was so excited that he almost jumped up on his horse, looking up to the sky and sighing: God help me!

Then, Yin Zhun, who was desperate, headed east along the Ningmo border, while Tang Yin headed west from the territory of Mo. They happened to meet the Emperor and his party outside Nanhua City, and they rushed to the end of the battle between the two sides. The critical moment has arrived, so Jiang Peng is killed and Yin Rou is saved.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield became even more chaotic. The palace guards were fighting with the Sichuan and Zhen cavalry, and the wind cavalry who came up later joined the battle group. The palace guards did not know the origin of this group of black-helmeted, black-armored and extremely brave cavalry, but Seeing them frantically killing the Sichuan and Zhen cavalry proved that even if the people coming were not our own reinforcements, at least they were not our enemies.

With helpers appearing, the morale of the palace guards was greatly shaken. Just now, they were facing the danger of being annihilated. At this time, the situation was suddenly reversed. The palace guards unanimously moved closer to the wind cavalry, and cooperated with the wind cavalry and Sichuan and Zhen. The cavalry engaged.

Although the number of palace guards and wind cavalry is still far less than that of the Sichuan and Zhen cavalry, people's fighting spirit has been boosted. In addition, Jiang Peng was suddenly killed, and the wind cavalry came suddenly and strangely. Both the Sichuan and Zhen armies were somewhat confused. In chaos, the two sides temporarily formed a situation of even strength on the battlefield.

Jiang Peng was inexplicably beheaded by the sudden appearance of the enemy, and Lu Wen was also startled. He hurriedly urged his horse to come over, separated his crowd, and saw a man covered in black spiritual armor and covered in blood. Holding the crying princess in his arms, his anger immediately surged to his forehead. Without asking who the other party was, he picked up the spirit gun and rushed straight towards Tang Yin, shouting at the same time: "You bastard, let go of the princess!"

Here comes another ghost looking for death! Tang Yin chuckled in his heart. As if he didn't see the enemy coming, he thrust the sickle hard into the ground, then held up Yin Rou in his arms with both hands, looked at Xiao Min who was standing aside, and said: "Xiao Min, you will take care of the princess for the time being!"

"Ah? Yes... yes!" Xiao Min was still in shock at this time. He instinctively agreed, and mechanically stepped forward to take Yin Rou from Tang Yin's arms.

The moment he handed Yin Rou over to Xiao Min, Lu Wen had already rushed to him, and the spirit spear drew a long cold light in the air, piercing Tang Yin's face.

"snort!"

Tang Yin sneered and bent his knees slightly. The moment the tip of the gun was about to touch his cheek, his body bounced high like a spring. This jump was more than three meters high. It was hard to imagine that a person could jump so high on the spot. When Tang Yin jumped into the air, his toes hooked the sickle on the ground. The sickle was forced to spin and flew up. Tang Yin's arms were in the air. With a casual wave, he caught the sword shaft in the air with incomparable precision, and then struck hard with his outstretched arm. The sickle struck Lu Wen's neck with a harsh whistling sound.

It sounds slow, but in fact it is extremely fast. Tang Yin's series of acrobatic-like movements were completed instantly in mid-air, in one go. Lu Wen had never seen such a strange move in his life, nor had he seen such a fast sword technique. He just felt that his eyes were blurred, and Tang Yin disappeared. Then a dazzling light suddenly flashed, and then, The world was spinning for a while.

flutter!

Lu Wen's head rolled off his shoulders, and the war horse ran past Tang Yin's feet carrying the headless corpse.

This is a simple and low-spirited sword, and it is also a sword full of spirituality.