Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Sitting on a horse, you can naturally see far.

Mo Shisan was surrounded in the middle, with only half of the people lying on the ground. However, his condition was not so good, and a long trail of blood was left wherever he passed.

It was very conspicuous among the bloodstains sprayed all over the ground, covering the spots neatly and staining the ground evenly.

His left hand hung over his shoulder, swaying with his movements.

Song Yue's body trembled even more violently, and she grabbed Su Ge and said, "Save him."

"Yueyue, listen carefully. We need you. You have to get him out. We can't let them catch you. Can you do it?"

"Yes, I can."

"Dry your tears and don't be impulsive, understand?"

"Understand."

Su Ge pulled out the dagger from his boot and placed it in Song Yue's hand: "Don't be impulsive."

He looked at her firmly, into her eyes, and gave her strength.

He gripped his sword tightly, protecting Song Yue behind him, and shouted to those who had already noticed this place: "Who dares to bully the weak with their numbers in front of this king?"

"Call."

Song Yue hesitated for a moment, but turned her gaze to Mo Shisan and finally called out, "Shisan, I've brought in reinforcements."

It seemed like they had completed some kind of handover, and they sent a lot of people to surround this side.

All Su Ge had to do was to get there before they arrived and bring Mo Shisan out.

Ignoring Song Yue, he faced the challenge head-on and clearly felt the wound split open, but as it split open more and more, he no longer felt the pain.

The enemy didn't know much about him, so being caught off guard was also applicable. They soon came to Mo Shisan's side and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

Mo Shisan managed to stand up straight: "Yes."

"Follow me, out."

He snatched the sticky, slippery red bottle from his hand, its original appearance no longer recognizable, and knocked it against the hilt of the sword, causing white powder to spill out and quickly cover the blade.

He raised the sword to block the knife that was coming down from the side. The blade broke into two pieces at the moment of contact, but it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was caught by Mo Shisan behind him and stabbed into the stomach.

Perhaps he was shocked by the fragility of his weapon, or perhaps it was the sudden pain that made him react slowly, and it only took one second for Sugo to end his life.

He chose the most cruel way. The sword turned and slashed horizontally. The first drop of blood of the day dyed it red, and also dyed Sugo red. A moment later, an object fell to the ground and rolled several times on the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

The wide-open eyes and terrified expression all describe what happened at that moment.

Time is the most precious thing on the battlefield. Just a few seconds are enough to turn the situation around or allow people to retreat.

Mo Shisan barely kept up with his pace.

The falling heads did scare the death warriors, but it was only temporary. Moreover, with more and more people around, they couldn't relax for long.

Soon the two of them were blocked.

Today's battle against Sugo has just begun.

There was no nonsense. Close combat didn't require a lot of strength, but more of agility and speed. Su Ge didn't know how much the original owner knew, but he used it without any sense of disobedience, just like gathering monsters in a game, gathering them together and killing them with one blow.

But the energy consumed is definitely much greater than a single kill.

It was as if he had eyes all over his body and could always quickly find loopholes and sense crises. Mo Shisan also tried his best to cooperate and not lag behind.

But it is obvious that the temptation of a soft persimmon to people is unquestionable, as if they all want to break Sugo's back first.

Before Mo Shisan could retract his soft sword, his focus on attacking often led to a relaxation of defense, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his abdomen: "Get out of the way."

Perhaps he knew it was unavoidable and was giving a final warning, but the expected stinging pain did not come. Only the sound of metal colliding was heard, and the soft sword in his hand was quickly swung across and cut the opponent's neck, splashing blood everywhere.

Sugo retracted his sword and slashed down. The opponent's blade broke into two pieces again, and the soft sword rebounded and cut off the man's ear.

"careful!"

Mo Shisan's first reaction was to pull him away, and in this way the knife behind Su Ge would fall on himself. Su Ge's purpose was to save him, not to use him as his shield.

There was no way to avoid it, so he pinned him to the ground, caught the knife on his back, turned the sword in his hand, and along with the friction sound of the sword hitting his back, the sound of the sword stabbing into his abdomen seemed much duller.

"Your Highness, you?"

Su Ge used his strength to relax for a moment, beads of sweat rolling down his face. "She's waiting for you to come back."

Mo Shisan looked over his shoulder at Song Yue outside the crowd.

Fortunately, someone distracted the enemy, giving them a chance to catch their breath, but they were still targets. No matter which of them was the King of Li, they had to be kept here forever.

As if anticipating that more and more people would come, the enemy launched the most violent attack, using their numerical advantage to charge recklessly. This style of fighting was undoubtedly hopeless for those who hoped to survive.

It was like a desperate outlaw's final hurrah. Even Sugo, with his full prowess, still felt powerless, like a master defeated by a flurry of blows. Add to that the wounds, both new and old, and his stamina plummeted. If he could see his health bar, he'd probably know how little remained. But in the game, you might never understand how perseverance and faith can sustain a person until they completely collapse.

No one else can interfere with their goals, not even a madman who is obsessed with killing. However, they can interfere with their actions. Sometimes human thoughts cannot change the current situation much.