allonlinenovel Chapter 219 Tragic
Chapter 219 Tragic
The battle was in full swing. In the chaos, several bandits were approaching Sun Ying step by step like wolves pouncing on their prey. Their ferocious faces looked particularly distorted and terrifying in the light of the fire, and the shining swords in their hands flashed with bloodthirsty light.
Sun Ying was so frightened that her face turned pale and her body trembled uncontrollably. In her panic, she caught a glimpse of Chu Lingfeng's figure not far away. As if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Master Chu, help!"
The voice was filled with despair and fear, instantly cutting through the noise of the night sky.
At this time, Chu Lingfeng was fighting a fierce battle with the bandit leader. He was agile and his sword was as fast as a dragon. Every time he swung his sword, there was a whistling sound in the wind, and every move was deadly.
However, Sun Ying's cry for help was like a sharp sword energy, piercing straight into his ears.
He was startled and looked sideways, only to see that Sun Ying had been carried on the shoulders of a bandit like a sack and was struggling desperately.
Chu Lingfeng was filled with rage and was filled with evil. He accelerated the long sword in his hand and stabbed it hard at the bandit leader's neck. The sword was as powerful as a rainbow and carried a tremendous force.
The bandit leader sensed the danger and hurriedly dodged to the side. Although he narrowly avoided the vital parts, a deep bloody mark was left on his neck and blood gushed out.
Chu Lingfeng took advantage of this gap, tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure rose and fell like a ghost, and in an instant he came in front of Sun Ying.
His eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver lightning. After a few flashes, the two or three bandits died and fell to the ground before they could react.
On the other side, due to Sun Ying's sudden departure, the bandit leader's attention instantly shifted to Huo Shuixian.
There was a crazy murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He raised the big knife in his hand high. The big knife drew an arc in the night, and with a sharp sound of wind, it chopped straight towards Huo Shuixian's slender neck.
Huo Shuixian's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the blade that was getting closer and closer. She was so frightened that her whole body went limp, and a scream pierced the night sky from her throat: "Ahhhhhhhhh..."
Fu Xun, who was fighting bravely not far away, felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart when he heard the familiar scream, as if he was being grabbed by an invisible big hand.
He turned his head desperately and when he saw Huo Shuixian in danger, his eyes suddenly burst open and fire seemed to be spewing out of his eye sockets.
"Narcissus!" He roared, and danced the long sword in his hand so fast that it was impenetrable to the wind, and rushed towards Huo Narcissus like a whirlwind.
However, he was still a step too slow. Just as the sword was about to strike Huo Shuixian, Huo Jianjie rushed out from nowhere and, using all his strength, threw Huo Shuixian to the ground.
The two bodies hit the tree beside them heavily. Huo Shuixian felt stars in front of her eyes and a sharp pain in her back, but she was so frightened at the moment that she had no time to care about these things. She just looked at her father who was spitting blood in her arms in panic.
Huo Jianjie lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, staring at Huo Shuixian, his eyes full of reluctance and worry.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the big knife that pierced his body. His lips trembled as he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Shui... Xian..."
"Dad!" Huo Shuixian was heartbroken, tears bursting out of her eyes like a flood. She hugged Huo Jianjie tightly, her body trembling constantly, and her crying was heartbreaking, as if she wanted to cry the endless night into pieces.
The bandit leader snorted coldly, a trace of cruel satisfaction on his face. He drew out his big knife in a flash, bringing out a bloody mist. The warm blood splattered all over Huo Shuixian's head and face, making him look particularly hideous and terrifying.
Just when the bandit leader was about to get rid of Huo Shuixian and completely end this "hunt", suddenly a cold light flashed, and a long sword flew over like a meteor chasing the moon, bringing with it a powerful force, and with a clang, it actually broke the big knife in his hand into two pieces.
"Grandpa!" Murong Chen's cry was shrill and sad, echoing in the night sky.
Chu Lingfeng looked at Huo Jianjie, who was dying and covered in blood, and the anger in his heart burned to the extreme. He shouted loudly, and the true energy in his body surged, and he suddenly slapped the bandit leader with his palm.
This palm contained his profound power. The palm wind was whistling, and wherever it went, sand and rocks flew, and the surrounding air seemed to be compressed by this force.
The bandit leader sensed the power of the palm strike and did not dare to take it head-on. He quickly dodged sideways, but was still swept by the palm strike. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string and hit a big tree heavily. He vomited blood and his face turned pale.
At this moment, the battlefield was dead silent, with only Huo Shuixian's sorrowful cries and the groans of the wounded intertwined, as if telling the ruthlessness and cruelty of this tragic battle...
Chu Lingfeng was like a god descending from heaven, his aura suddenly rising. He gathered all his strength in his palm and slapped the bandit leader hard.
This palm carried a tremendous force. Wherever the palm wind reached, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a hissing sound.
The bandit leader widened his eyes in horror, feeling an overwhelming force rushing towards him. He had no time to put up any resistance, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. After drawing an arc in the air, he fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and making a dull sound.
"puff--"
However, Chu Lingfeng's seemingly awe-inspiring attack also cost him a heavy price. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. He fell powerlessly from the sky to the ground like a bird with broken wings, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Uncle Chu!" Murong Chen was held tightly in Chu Lingfeng's arms. His little face had already turned pale with fright, his eyes were full of fear and helplessness, his little body was shaking uncontrollably, and he had no idea how to deal with this sudden change.
"Chen'er, don't... be afraid..." Chu Lingfeng endured the excruciating pain in his body and comforted Murong Chen in a weak voice.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, another large mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, and the bright red color was particularly glaring in the gray night.
At this moment, the toxins in his body had completely exploded like a wild horse because of the frequent use of internal force several times, and because he had used no strength left in a hurry to save Sun Ying, Huo Shuixian and others. They rushed through his meridians and eroded his body wantonly.
"Uncle Chu!!" Murong Chen was extremely anxious and hurriedly climbed down from Chu Lingfeng.
His eyes frantically shifted between the injured Huo Jianjie and the poisoned Chu Lingfeng. His young heart was filled with fear and despair, and he completely fell into the abyss of panic.
"Sir!"
"Master Chu!"
Old Master Li rushed over anxiously and was about to reach out to feel Chu Lingfeng's pulse, but Chu Lingfeng used up his last bit of strength and pointed his finger at Huo Jianjie who was seriously injured not far away.
"Prince, don't worry. With Old Li here, the Marquis will be fine." Chu San comforted.
Old Master Li looked at Chu Lingfeng's determined eyes, his heart trembled, and he understood what he meant, and immediately ran towards Huo Jianjie.
"Fourth Brother, take good care of the prince."
Chu San quickly gave instructions, then bent down, picked up Murong Chen, and placed him in a relatively safe corner. He turned around, picked up his weapon, and rushed towards the bandits again.
There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, and the sharp blade in his hand made a whistling sound. Every swing could take the life of a bandit, like a tireless killing machine.