The First Tyrant of Daxia

boom!

There was a loud noise, and wood and stone were crushed into pieces.

After just one encounter, Man Jianghong slashed out seven times, each one trying to take his life.

Murong Shunhua, who was already at the end of his strength, had trouble even standing after desperately injuring the deputy leader. But when he heard Qin Yun's voice, he burst into an unprecedented desire to survive!

Her jade hand was dripping with blood, and she swung out a sword, sweeping back the red blood in the river.

"After all, you failed to stop me from entering the pass. Your time is coming to an end!"

"he came!"

"Don't even think about living!" Her beautiful eyes were firm and glowed with new colors.

Man Jianghong continued to attack, furious: "Humph, it's too early to say this now!"

"Don't think I don't know. You forced your energy to work, and all your veins and tendons were broken. Even if you survived, your martial arts skills would be wasted, and you would die young!"

"This is your price!"

Murong Shunhua shouted: "So what?"

"At least I can see you kneeling on the ground begging for your life."

"Now it's not you who is surrounding and killing me, but me who is dragging you!"

Hearing this, Man Jianghong was startled and looked into the distance. The rolling Changsha sand tore through the black clouds, and the emperor and the Jinyiwei were approaching.

"Are you scared?!" Murong Shunhua scolded, trying to attack his mind.

"boom!"

The collision of their swords created sparks that were deafening.

The fight stretched from the entrance of the house to the entrance of the village, leaving behind countless flashes of swords and sabers, and there was even an inch-deep gully on the ground!

Man Jianghong panicked when Qin Yun arrived!

"You crazy woman, how dare you hold on!"

"I won't play with you anymore. You're going to die anyway!"

Murong Shunhua sneered, which was extremely sad and beautiful.

Her white clothes were constantly soaked with blood, which was shocking, terrifying, and heart-wrenching, yet also full of pity.

Such a brilliant and charming master had to fall to the point of forcibly reversing his heart meridians, self-harming and reviving himself, and fighting on behalf of others.

"You can't go!"

She shouted loudly, and the terrifying sword light was brighter than the moonlight, forming an impenetrable sword net.

Pfft!

"what!"

Man Jianghong screamed and a cut was made on her left hand.

His black hair danced wildly, his face was ferocious: "Bitch, do you really want to die early?!"

Murong Shunhua said nothing, she was extremely indifferent. She had to preserve her strength and hold out until Qin Yun arrived.

Man Jianghong was completely furious!

Eyes tearing!

He delivers the final blow.

He drew his sword and made a sword flower, and a surging airflow penetrated his body and swept in all directions.

With all his strength, he chopped it down with the force that could split Mount Huashan.

Apart from anything else, this sword has at least a terrifying force of nearly a thousand kilograms.

Murong Shunhua's beautiful eyes shrank, and blood could be seen seeping from the corners of her mouth. Then she bit her red lips fiercely and raised her sword to block!

boom!

Murong Shunhua staggered back several steps, her body trembling, unable to bear the weight, her face turning horribly pale.

Zheng!

She stood firm with her sword stuck in the ground, her long hair fluttering in the wind, she was truly an unrivaled beauty.

"what!"

"He's not dead yet!"

Man Jianghong's scarlet eyes widened with confusion, and then he became angry and embarrassed!

Murong Shunhua had been hunted for so long and was seriously injured. Even the deputy leader retreated immediately and recuperated in secret.

But she can still hold on!

Man Jianghong became ruthless and decided to continue using the sword.

All I heard was a White Lotus Sect member yelling, "Sir, retreat quickly!"

"Emperor, come..."

puff!

A steel knife pierced his heart. He opened his mouth wide, but was unable to utter complete words. The blood that spurted out was still hot.

"not good!"

"Go back!"

Man Jianghong gave the order, with ugliness written all over her face.

He glanced at Murong Shunhua and finally retreated unwillingly.

Stab it!

Qin Yun drew his knife, blood splattered on his face, like a devil.

His eyes are bloodshot!

Trembling all over!

"Shunhua..."

It was a low roar like that of a wild beast, with a tremor, like a seriously injured lion groaning and licking its wounds.

"Thief man..."

Murong Shunhua exclaimed, and a smile suddenly appeared on her paper-pale face, gentle, sad, and charming.

The hearts of all the Jinyiwei were gripped.

The next second, her blood-stained white clothes slowly tilted backwards.

"what!!"

Qin Yun roared until he was hoarse, and the crisis of life and death made him afraid!

He jumped off his horse and rushed towards Murong Shunhua madly, using all his strength, and finally caught her successfully the moment she fell.

boom!

He knelt on one knee and held it in his arms.

"Shunhua..."

His voice was slightly choked, and looking at the blood on her body he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

"Thief man..."

"I thought you wouldn't come."

She forced a smile, raised her slender jade hand and stroked Qin Yun's cheek, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

A pair of lovers separated for half a year.

When they meet again, it is a life-and-death crisis.

How can one be calm?!

Her long hair was blown by the wind, like a butterfly shadow under the moon. She wanted to say something, but blood kept oozing from the corners of her mouth, and she was as pale as a candle in the wind.

The heavy eyelids were spinning and slowly closing.

"Ah!!" He roared to the sky, his heart breaking.

He pointed in the direction where Man Jianghong was retreating and roared madly.

"catch him!"

"I will tear him into pieces, peel off his skin and pull out his bones, and he will never be able to be reborn!"

"No one is allowed to kill him. I will kill him myself!"

The horrifying sound startled the Jinyiwei and the Imperial Guards.

To slaughter is to kill pigs!

"Yes!!"

Countless experts rushed from the ground and the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, bound to leave the river covered in blood.

Even a person like Mr. Feng got goosebumps when he saw this scene.

He first pressed more than a dozen acupoints on Murong Shunhua's body, then took out the imperial medicine from his arms and fed it to her.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Madam Murong will not die, she is just weak."

Qin Yun raised his head suddenly, tears clearly visible on his face: "Really?"

Mr. Feng nodded heavily.

Then he said, "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."

"No one who wields the sword can escape!"

After he finished speaking, his hunched figure radiated murderous aura, and the area within a few miles seemed to be shrouded in his coldness.

Because a taboo master like Old Feng could see the extent of Murong Shunhua's injuries at a glance, it was hard to imagine what kind of battle she had experienced before.

What would happen to her if His Majesty came a second later?

The red hairs of the trees in the distant woods stood on end and their pores opened.

He looked nervous: "Not good!"

"There is another expert who is not inferior to Murong Shunhua, and even stronger!"

"The deputy leader is not here, run away!"

Feng Lao's voice was like a messenger from hell, echoing throughout the woods, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

"Oh, you can't run away."

"The emperor has ordered that you be taken back. No matter what kind of ox-headed and horse-faced monster is behind you, I cannot take you away."

"You can't bear the wrath of His Majesty if you hurt her."

Suddenly.

Man Jianghong's scalp tingled, and all the White Lotus sect members were terrified!

"escape!"

The sound was heartbreaking.

A private house in Chenjiagou.

Qin Yun carried Murong Shunhua in and placed her on the kang.

She woke up again, and apart from being weak, there didn't seem to be any major problems. However, this was not normal and made people more worried.

"I am fine."

"How can a tyrant cry for a woman like me?"

She spoke softly, with a hint of reproach, and was exceptionally beautiful.

Qin Yun could only smile bitterly. When the two looked at each other, the low and rough tiled house actually seemed somewhat warm at this moment.