Chapter 115 Chen Ying Died in Battle

"Hey, what's going on with these two people?" The archer felt the infuriating energy carefully and stared at the two motionless people, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

After watching for a while, he suddenly became anxious when he saw that the two of them were still motionless. He reached for the iron arrows in his quiver, pulled out one, bent his bow and aimed the arrow at the two of them, the bow was like a full moon.

With a "swish" sound, the iron arrow flew towards the two people with the sound of wind.

The iron arrow went unimpeded and pierced Yelu Qingquan's body. Chen Ying, who was covered in blood, caught it firmly with one hand, unable to make an inch of progress.

"What's going on? The wolf cub actually bit off the tiger's neck before he died!" The expression on the archer's face changed drastically. He didn't dare to waste a moment. He bent his bow and shot three iron arrows in a triangle shape at the two of them.

After the three arrows were shot, the archer reached for a special arrow in his quiver, bent his bow and shot toward the sky. As the arrow lifted into the sky, a small firework bloomed in the snow.

Seeing the fireworks in full bloom, the archer jumped down from the tree without hesitation and ran towards the north without even looking back.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky, illuminating the dark mountain forest. Although the range was small, the three groups confronting each other in the snow could see clearly. As soon as the six Hu soldiers saw the fireworks blooming, they forced their opponents back and retreated decisively to the north without any delay.

Although the people who were stopped wanted to chase him, they were afraid of an ambush, so they allowed them to escape. Zhao Jiu, on the other hand, felt the fluctuation of the ninja's energy the moment the fireworks rose. Without any hesitation, he threw out his flying knife to force the ninja to stop. The two exchanged a few more moves before retreating.

In the snow, Chen Ying, who felt that his life was passing by, pushed away Yelu Qingquan's body in front of him, staggered a few steps, picked up the long sword on the ground, and carefully wiped off the blood on the sword.

"Brother Chen, are you...still alive?" Zhang Chongjing, who arrived first, stopped two steps away from Chen Ying and asked cautiously with his hands and feet cramped.

After sheathing the sword, Chen Ying gently stroked the sword in his hand, reluctantly stroking it for a while before putting it back behind his back. Turning around to face Zhang Chongjing, he felt as if he was relieved and said, "I'm not dead yet, but I'm going to die soon. I'm destined not to see the sun rise tomorrow..."

Chen Ying, who was carrying a sword, was all red. When he saw Zhang Chongjing, he swallowed his saliva and kept mumbling, but could not make a sound. Countless words of comfort came to his lips but turned into "Infinite Heavenly Lord..." .”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord can't save me! If you borrow a sword from God, you have to pay it back with your life, but it's okay..." Chen Ying grinned and raised his hand to wipe away the blood that kept flowing from his nose. More and more blood flowed from the seven orifices, making Chen Ying a little uncomfortable. Although Chen Ying knew that he didn't have much time, he died with dignity.

After wiping it for a few times, I felt better, so I shook off the blood on my hand in disgust and said, "I remember you seem to be Taoist Zhang from the Tianshi Mansion, right?"

"The poor Taoist Zhang Chongjing, Brother Chen..."

"Oh, congratulations in advance to Daochang Zhang for coming down the mountain alive. I, Chen, am about to go down the mountain." After saying that, Chen Ying spit out a large mouthful of blood, took a few breaths and then raised his voice and shouted, "You don't have to come to see Chen off, Chen Ying congratulates you in advance." Everyone, come down alive!”

"Daozhang Zhang, goodbye!"

After Chen Ying finished speaking, he laughed. He saw relief and letting go in Zhang Chongjing's eyes, with a somewhat sad expression on his face as he stared at Chen Ying closely.

But Chen Ying's eyes were blurry and he couldn't see Zhang Chongjing's expression clearly, so he could only wave his hands comfortingly. The zhenqi in his body was stirring, and he was already several feet away with one step.

Outside the camp at the foot of the mountain, Lu Wenyu did not hold an umbrella and stared quietly at the dark Xing'an Mountains.

"Oh, Wentian borrowed the sword...Jianchi is so cruel, he actually let such a disciple come..."

Lu Wenyu, who was holding his hands behind his back, was shaken by his true energy. The white snow on his body was shaken away by the true energy, and he was dressed in a clean red robe. But in the hazy snowflakes, Lu Wenyu looked at the mountain with a bit of melancholy.

Chen Ying didn't dare to stop, fearing that if he stopped, he might fall down. Although his eyes were blurry and he couldn't see anything, he could still feel a true energy that was as dazzling as the sun. This was the true energy released by Lu Wenyu. Chen Ying had sensed it several times on the road. This true energy was so majestic that it was rare.

After having a clear direction, Chen Ying no longer hesitated, and his true energy was released as if it was free of charge. His speed accelerated a lot, and he was in front of Lu Wenyu in the blink of an eye, like a meteor passing by.

After running all the way, there was not much Qi left in the body, and I couldn't stand the moment I landed. His feet were as soft as mud and he couldn't support his body. Fortunately, Lu Wenyu had quick eyes and quick hands and stepped forward to support Chen Ying.

"Child, what happened on the mountain? According to your cultivation, why are you forced to borrow a sword from heaven?"

"Two people are surrounding me to kill me. If I don't fight hard, I will die. I might as well help someone with me on my back!" Chen Ying, who was half-kneeling, smiled, and his tone was light, as if he was talking about something trivial.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wenyu's anger instantly ignited after hearing this, and his voice raised a few points, "If two people surround you, then someone must be free. Is it possible that no one supports you? How dare they do it in front of national events? Do you have sectarian selfish desires?”

"Who knows?" Chen Ying's voice was mostly indifferent, and he didn't feel that his death was in vain. The only one to blame is himself. If he could have killed Yelu Qingquan, he wouldn't have reached this point.

Thinking of this, Chen Ying smiled with relief and said, "My death was not in vain, I was replaced by a young prince, hahaha, it was worth it!"

After that, Chen Ying used his last bit of strength to untie the long sword behind him, handed it to Lu Wenyu, and asked, "Chen Ying is deeply grateful to Jianchi for teaching and learning. This sword was given by Master Jia, and it should not accompany me to sleep in the ground. I dare to ask Commander Lu for one thing."

"You say! As long as I can do it, I will definitely help you." Lu Wenyu supported Chen Ying and said affirmatively.

"Thank you Commander Lu first, please help Chen Ying return this sword to Elder Kusong of Jianchi."

"Okay, I promise you!" Holding the plain long sword in his hand, Lu Wenyu nodded.

After getting Lu Wenyu's affirmative answer, Chen Ying broke free from Lu Wenyu's hand and smiled, "Thank you Commander Lu. Just let me rest. I'm covered in blood and don't want to dirty Lord Lu's clothes."

After that, Chen Ying supported his body and slowly fell to the ground, and the past scenes flashed in his mind.

During the Yanyun Rebellion, his family was destroyed and he became an orphan. He then lived by begging. The hardships of that time seemed to be right in front of him.

At the age of fifteen, he was brought back to Jianchi by his master, Elder Kusong. At first, he just sharpened the sword and did chores such as cleaning. At that time, his eyes were full of longing for learning sword.

He started learning sword at the age of sixteen. Chen Ying still remembers the excitement when he touched the sword for the first time. At that time, the master always said that his talent was ordinary and not good. Thinking of this scene, Chen Ying laughed unconsciously.

In the next five years, he stepped from the ninth grade to the third grade step by step, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Recalling the master's surprise when he entered the third grade, Chen Ying laughed more and more wantonly.

At the age of twenty-three, he entered the second grade. When the master gave him the sword, he laughed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. He really didn't care about his image! Thinking of every bit on the mountain, Chen Ying couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. The master's face in front of him became clearer and clearer, as if saying "The disciple is back."

Chen Ying raised his hands to grab everything in front of him, but he didn't have any strength at all. He could only smile as if relieved, and gradually closed his cloudy eyes.

On the second day of climbing the mountain, Chen Ying died in battle......