Chapter 809

In a cloud of dust, she saw arrows flying towards her like rain.

She let go of her hand and closed her eyes. It really is King Nanhuai's man. My life is over!

She rolled off the horse, her whole body was in pain as if she had been run over by several cars, her eyes went dark, and she saw a black horse approaching fast in the dimness, the man got off the horse without stopping, and went straight to her come.

It's Qin Zhou, it's Qin Zhou!

The pursuers behind her rode their horses back when they saw Qin Zhou.

She took a deep breath, grabbed Qin Zhou's sleeve, and roared with all her strength: "Dragon King Temple, Lao Qi!"

After speaking, darkness swept up, and I no longer knew.

Qin Zhou looked at Zi'an, who was covered in blood, and almost spurted a mouthful of blood. She picked up Zi'an, and yelled, "Ah Jing!"

Ah Jing took 1,500 people and went straight to the Dragon King Temple.

Qin Zhou took Zi'an back to the Qingzhou yamen. The prefect of Qingzhou was relieved to see Qin Zhou and others go out, and wanted to send someone to find rescuers, but saw Qin Zhou come in with a woman covered in blood. When he regained his senses, Qin Zhou yelled, "Call the best doctor in Qingzhou over, right now, if she has anything to do, I will cut off your head on the spot!"

The prefect of Qingzhou's legs went limp, and he almost collapsed on the ground, but for the sake of his head, he stood up tenaciously, and shouted: "What are you waiting for? Go to Dr. Zhang, Dr. Li, Dr. Huang, and Dr. Qi. Doctor, grab them all here."

This is the first time that the prefect of Qingzhou has been an official for many years and has acted so vigorously while confiscating the money under the table.

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Dragon King Temple.

This was a hearty fight, Murong Jie played desperately, and cooperated very delicately with Dao Scarsuo, killing several people in a row.

There were also many injuries on his body, and a robe that was already dirty was now stained with bright red blood, making him look very tragic.

The sky was gradually sinking, and a heavy rain was coming. In the shadow of swords and swords, there was a sudden thunder, and lightning split above the head. There seemed to be roars in the Dragon King Temple.

King Nanhuai stood at the gate of the Dragon King Temple and looked back, only to see the twisted and hideous image of the Dragon King, which was very terrifying.

He was not afraid at all, he just smiled indifferently, walked in, poured his inner strength into the sword in his hand, stood up lightly, and severed the dragon's head.

He sneered, "A stone statue also wants to intimidate this king?"

A bolt of lightning struck straight down, and the Dragon King Temple was instantly blazed with lightning. King Nanhuai froze and ran out quickly.

Another bolt of lightning struck, and a crack was split in the roof of the Dragon King Temple.

Then there was a loud bang, and the entire Dragon King Temple collapsed, and dust rose all over the sky, almost covering the sun.

Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. It was just a thunderstorm, how could it knock down a seemingly solid temple?

Murong Jie had long thought that the Dragon King Temple was weird, but now seeing the unexplained collapse, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if someone was outraged, but who was the outrage? And who is furious?

It can't be the Dragon King's anger, right? Their brothers fight each other, what does it matter to him, the Dragon King?

King Nanhuai was not afraid at all, pointed at Murong Jie with his sword, and said viciously: "Even if the heavens say that I am wrong, I will not accept it, and I will go against the heavens."

The sky suddenly seemed to be bursting with fiery trees and silver flowers, and lightning burst out everywhere, igniting the mountains around the Dragon King Temple one after another. Wherever the lightning went, raging fires were ignited.

The people present are all people who have seen the big world, and they are not afraid of death, but this is the first time they have seen such a thrilling scene. They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of those unknown forces, and their calves are weak in fright. , Actually stopped the attack.

King Nanhuai said angrily: "What are you still doing? Cut off his head and give it to the regent princess!"

He jumped up and pointed his long sword straight at Murong Jie, this sword was fierce, and he didn't care about himself, as if this sword was going to kill Murong Jie together.

Everyone came back to their senses and rushed forward.

They are all top experts, and they have never tried such a shameless style of play, but this place is really too weird, they just want to kill Murong Jie, and then leave quickly, so they don't care about being shameless.

Murong Jie holds a scarred rope in his hand, dances like a tiger and tiger like a dragon, blocking many deadly swords for Murong Jie like a swimming dragon, but two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention, so many masters are swarming up. Using a deadly move, he hit the sword repeatedly and was kicked to the ground.

A sword lay across his heart, King Nanhuai smiled ferociously, "Brother, you will die in my hands in the end."

Murong Jie's eyes were scarlet, and he exhausted all his strength to strike hard, the scar pierced through King Nanhuai's chest, and at the same time, King Nanhuai's sword also pierced into his chest.

Thunder rumbled above the head, and lightning struck like tongues of fire, and the surroundings were full of raging flames.

King Nanhuai fell to the ground slowly, with hearty joy on his face, he killed Murong Jie, killed him.

Lightning surrounded the Dragon King Temple for a radius of one mile, and the flames continued to burn. The guards of King Nanhuai and the masters he invited were all trapped in the circle of fire. The ground rolled, but the flames could not be extinguished. In the end, everything was swallowed by the flames.

If such a scene is seen by passers-by, they will be frightened to death.

Murong Jie felt that all the hustle and bustle had stopped, and everything was very peaceful. As far as he could see, it was a sunny sky, and those dark clouds had all dissipated at some point.

He remembered that time when he saw Zian in the palace, that woman with blood all over her face, kneeling stubbornly in front of the queen, it didn't make people feel embarrassed.

Such a stubborn woman walked into his heart step by step and turned his whole life upside down.

She was pregnant with his child, and he eagerly waited for their child to be born. He always wanted to be a good father, a good husband, and accompany Zi'an for the rest of his life.

Not anymore.

Life was lost inch by inch, and he seemed to feel his own breath disappear.

Chaotic thoughts flooded into his mind, and he seemed to be on the battlefield again, when he heard the voice of the golden horse and the iron horse.

That year, he was sixteen years old, he went to war with Xiao Hou and Chen Taijun successively, from an unknown soldier to a great general in charge of the Great Zhou, he had countless honors and glory in his life, but he only wanted to live some smooth days with her .

In the light of the fire, a person seemed to walk out, he couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly, but saw him walking towards King Nanhuai, and then walking towards him again, he bent down, Murong Jie tried hard to see him clearly, but his face seemed to be Covered in a layer of light, it is impossible to see the outline clearly.

He felt a tingling pain in his chest, another burst of warmth, he raised his hand slightly, "You..."

But he couldn't speak, and his mind became more and more heavy. The scene in front of him gradually became blurred. After blurring, he fell into the darkness of the void.