C120 Escape from the kingdom of yan (1/2)

”Let's go.”

The four of them threw away their horses, Gao Moli and Qing Yi grabbed onto Lin Chuyue's clothes on both sides and leaped up onto the city wall.

And at this time, just as the four of them were about to successfully leave the Yumen Pass city walls, thousands of armies blocked their path outside the city gate.

”Creak ~ ~ ~”

The gates of the Yumen Pass gradually opened. In the torrential rain, Yuwen Jing, dressed in black and riding a fine horse, slowly approached.

”In this world, no one can escape from me.”

The smile on the corner of his mouth exuded viciousness and evil. Yuwen Jing sat on the fine horse, and the eyes of the evil dove landed on Lin Chuyue, ”Who are you, and why you know her clearly. What relationship do you have with her?”

”Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~”

Dozens of figures flew in front of Lin Chuyue and Qing Yi. One of them was Mo Lang, and the other was the leader.

”Black Feather Guard?”

With a ruthless killing intent in his words, Yuwen Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at the dozen or so people leading the pack with Gu Lang. Who else could it be other than the Black Feather Guard.

At that time, he was more than clear that Yan Cangzhou had secretly let go of the Black Feather Guard. If not for Yan Cangzhou's achievements in protecting the country, he would have ended up like the Black Feather Guard.

But wasn't the Black Feather Guard supposed to be loyal to Lin Chuyue? Why would she swear to protect a woman with Hua Kingdom?

Furthermore, what Yuwen Jing could not understand was that the number one swordsman in the Yan Kingdom, Qing Yi, was actually called Yue'er.

There was only one woman that Qing Yi could treat like this.

Layers upon layers of questions accumulated in Yuwen Jing's mind, causing him to want to know who the woman in front of him was.

”Return the Immortal Mountain Treasure Map to us, we will naturally let you all safely return to the Hua Kingdom.”

”Hehe, Yuwen Jing, do you think we are three-year-old children?” Lin Chuyue slowly unsheathed the Thunder God in his hand and aimed the long blade in his hand at Yuwen Jing.

”I don't like being disobeyed.”

”I don't like being threatened either.”

The cold and killing intent instantly erupted, the sharp blade in Lin Chuyue's hand turned, in the blink of an eye, it had taken someone's life, ”Yuwen Jing, let us settle today's grudge.”

She had originally wanted to wait until her wings were full before returning to Yan Kingdom to take Yuwen Jing's head, but she couldn't care less now.

In this life, she definitely wouldn't let anyone else leave her side.

Rip — —

Lin Chuyue tore off a corner of her clothes and entwined the hilt of Thunder God's blade with her own palm.

Even though Gao Moli, Qing Yi, Gu Lang and the others were all experts, it was obvious that Yuwen Jing's side had thousands of heavy cavalry.

Gu Lang and the others did the same, as they tore off their clothes and used their legs to wrap the weapons in their hands tightly.

However, this action made Yuwen Jing's face darken even more.

”Formation, kill!”

”Yes.”

Dozens of black figures suddenly appeared and formed a strange formation, while at the same time, Lin Chuyue who was at the head of the formation waved her long blade and rushed into the Heavy Cavalry Battalion that was surrounding them.

Although they were facing the heavy cavalry in a formation of infantry, everyone knew the fatal point of these cavalry soldiers.

and Lin Chuyue's hands did not hold back one bit, as if they were trying to vent the hatred they had for the other day with their Yumen Pass.

Gao Moli and Qing Yi stood guard by Lin Chuyue's side, one on the left and one on the right. The three of them lined up in a row to clear the obstacles in front of them.

The rain got heavier and heavier. Blood flowed along the rain and dyed the ground red. Scarlet blood flowed all over the place and the sweet smell reverberated through everyone's breath.

Although the heavy cavalry battalion with a few thousand members had suffered heavy casualties, Lin Chuyue's dozen or so men were not much better off.