Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 430 As long as she lives!

The galloping horses scattered the Jingnan soldiers who trapped Mo Zhanhua like a gust of wind.

In the next moment, Feng Qingyao landed firmly behind Mo Zhanhua, leaning on his back. "If you want to walk together, if you want to die together, you will die together!" The woman's stubborn voice was especially clear in the cold night.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mo Zhanhua's voice was still majestic.

In fact, he should have expected that she would not leave alone, but at this moment, he felt conflicted in his heart.Just now when he heard the sound of horseshoes fading away, he felt happy and sad.The happy thing is that she was able to leave here alive, but the sad thing is that she may never see him again in this life.

Seeing her back at this time, he was both happy and sad.

The joy is that she did not hesitate to give up those unfulfilled wishes and die with her.It's sad that after all, she still can't protect her comprehensively.

"The ending is not yet known, why do we know that we will definitely die?" She held a long sword in her hand, and her phoenix eyes were fixed on the Jingnan soldiers who were approaching them step by step.Behind these Jingnan soldiers, another group of archers appeared at some point, besieging them layer by layer.

Well, she had to admit that the other party was indeed a lot of people.So what if there are too many people?Killing one counts as one, killing a pair counts as a pair!
Probably guessing what the woman was thinking, Mo Zhanhua laughed out loud for the first time.

The somewhat contented laugh seemed extraordinarily weird at this moment. "Yao'er, when I saw you for the first time in Xiandeju that day, I felt that you were different from ordinary women. To die with you, I will have no regrets in this life."

"It is Qingyao's blessing to live and die with the prince." After finishing the words, she swung her sword to meet the Jingnan soldiers who rushed towards her.

Almost at the same time, Mo Zhanhua tipped his toes and picked up a long spear on the ground.With a backhand sweep, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, it swept away dozens of soldiers rushing in front of them, and there was a burst of chaos.

The scene was too chaotic, no matter how good Mo Zhanhua'er was, he couldn't adapt to such an environment for a while. After several rounds, he had many wounds on his body.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyao quickly returned to his side and cooperated with him.

After several rounds, the two cooperated tacitly, and even beat those Jingnan soldiers so hard that they couldn't get close.

But the two knew in their hearts that even if they couldn't get close, they would be exhausted sooner or later according to this style of play.Feng Qingyao held the hilt of the sword in her hand, and her phoenix eyes looked at the man behind them through Jing Nan Bing.

The man was riding on a bay red horse, looking thin and thin, but the luxurious brocade clothes were not worn by ordinary people.

If they could catch him, the two of them might be out of danger.

But with so many people, how did they rush over?

"Fire the arrow!" Just as she was calculating in her mind, an order exploded in her ears.Probably because he felt that after such a long time, he had not been able to take down the two of them, and the commander at the rear was a little impatient.

Hearing the order, all the Jingnan soldiers retreated quickly, and the archers came up to meet them.

Swish, swish, swish—

The off-string arrows flew from all directions like a waterfall, Feng Qingyao hurriedly swung his sword to block it.However, the range that a sword can control is too small, and the opponent's arrows are so dense, she can resist it at first, but gradually, she loses strength, and is accidentally shot in the arm, and the long sword in her hand falls to the ground with a cry of pain .

After losing the weapon, more arrows flew in.

Mo Zhanhua noticed her strangeness, and quickly turned around and hugged her into his arms.

The flying arrows pierced his back.

"Pfft—" Blood spurted out, staining the green grass in front of him red.

"Mo Zhanhua——" Feng Qingyao felt great pain in her heart, and wanted to turn around to check his injury, but was hugged tightly by him, "Yaoer, listen to me, must you leave here alive?" She dropped her long sword The moment he fell, he suddenly understood that nothing was more important than her being alive.

Isn't it true that it takes half a mile and a thousand years to stay obsessed with it?

He can guard her for thousands of years, so can't he?
(End of this chapter)