Chapter 96 Fate Fate once again put the butcher knife at her door...
Outside the gate of the Prince Regent's Palace, the flames were as bright as day, making the sky and earth scarlet and blood boiling.
The elite troops led by General Zhang rushed like a tide, violently ramming the vermilion gate of the Regent's Palace again and again.
The heavy iron shield smashed against the wooden beam, and the thick door was cracked and debris flew everywhere, making a dull "bang bang bang" sound, like the beating of a war drum, which was frightening.
The guards of the palace defended the gate to the death, blood was spilled in front of the gate, armor was broken and blades were broken, they almost fought for their lives. Even though their arms were bleeding and they were already out of breath, they did not retreat even a single step. They just gritted their teeth and held on to this last barrier belonging to the Regent's Palace.
There was a fierce battle outside the door, with horses neighing and people howling, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made people feel nauseous.
In the center of the chaotic army, General Zhang's eyes were wide open with anger, his silver armor reflected the fire, and his fierce light was everywhere.
He drew his sword, the cold light pierced the wind, and he shouted like thunder: "Kill!"
The warhorse neighed, and he urged the horse forward, with the sword flashing like a rainbow, heading straight for Xing Zhou.
Xing Zhou stood in the firelight, his eyes as cold as ice, his body covered in blood, and his clothes fluttering.
He slowly drew out his sword with his left hand, and then drew out his long sword with his right hand. With both blades in his hands, cold light intertwined.
General Zhang roared angrily and launched a fierce attack.
Xing Zhou's body was as swift as a swallow. He dodged to the side to avoid the sharp edge, then slashed with his knife in the opposite hand, and the cold light was close to his neck.
General Zhang was startled suddenly, and his body spun violently, swinging the blade of the sword in his hand, sparks flying everywhere. However, he had not expected that Xing Zhou's moves would change so quickly. Almost at the same time when he blocked the knife, the right sword had followed like a shadow and stabbed him in the ribs.
"clang!"
A crisp sound.
General Zhang tried to move away hastily, but was forced to step back several steps. Half of his armor was cracked and his arm bones ached slightly.
His pupils shrank slightly. Xing Zhou's body movement and strength were not inferior to that of a veteran general like him!
Xing Zhou didn't give him a chance to breathe, and pounced forward like lightning, with both blades flying, one blade splitting the head and the other sword cutting the throat, his murderous intent was extremely strong.
Every move is a fatal blow forced out of a flaw, and every style carries with it a desperate determination.
He did not fight for victory, but to protect the people in his mansion. Just for the safety of one person, he would not care about life or death!
General Zhang was forced to retreat repeatedly, his wrists numb, and he was filled with shock and anger. He shouted, "Come here, kill him!"
The large number of soldiers who had surrounded him suddenly pounced on him like a pack of wolves, with swords and halberds drawn out, and spears woven into a death net, attacking Xing Zhou's vital points.
Xing Zhou looked at them coldly, his black hair flying. He swung his hand back, and the knife swept across with several clanging sounds. He fought against ten people alone, as fast as a ghost.
Someone stabbed him in the abdomen, he turned over and jumped up, slashing his sword in the air, cutting off the enemy's head with one stroke.
Someone slashed his shoulder diagonally, he turned sideways, stabbed his sword into the man's heart, and hot blood sprayed half of his body.
Someone even had a spear pierced through the chest. He lowered his body and slid forward, chopped back with his sword close to the ground, and blood and dirt splattered everywhere.
He was like a lone pine tree in a storm, standing still; he was also like a Shura god of death, wearing a cloak and walking on fire, with murderous aura everywhere.
"This...is this a human or a ghost?"
Some soldiers were terrified, frightened and retreated, asking in shock.
"He is the regent's death-guard. He once followed the army on the Western Expedition and was able to enter the enemy camp alone to take the commander's head!" Someone whispered in horror, "He, he is Xing Zhou!"
"Xing Zhou..."
I don't know who murmured these two words, and then a chill came over me. That was a living devil who had killed all the enemy troops in one night, and was the sharpest knife under the command of the Prince of Yan.
At this moment, the Hell Shura, who has tasted blood and is bloodthirsty, is marching forward in blood, and no one can stop him.
General Zhang's face turned pale, and he was about to draw his sword and attack again, but Xing Zhou suddenly shouted, and both blades flew out, breaking the wind and momentum, as fast as lightning, and pierced into the throats of the two deputy generals who were rushing towards him.
He then rushed forward like an eagle soaring over the ground, and suddenly struck General Zhang in the heart with a palm, knocking him back several feet, and knocking down three soldiers before he could stop.
"Who dares to take another step forward!"
Xing Zhou stood among a pile of corpses and a pool of blood, his long hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and corpses strewn across the ground at his feet.
He was covered in blood, like the devil descending from the earth, and his tone was grim.
There was silence all around, and the sounds of killing stopped abruptly.
The night wind howled, blowing away the blood, but it could not blow away the solemnity and fear that filled the sky.
General Zhang raised his head to the sky and shouted angrily, his hair flying:
"What are you still standing there for?! He's alone! Kill him! Kill him!!"
But no one dared to move.
Their footsteps were all frightened by that man and his sword.
It was as if what they saw was not a mortal, but an evil ghost, fighting out of hell, just to send the disobedient ones back to the underworld one by one.
The bright red blood flowed in lines on the ground.
The firelight illuminated Xing Zhou's tall figure stained with blood, as if he was the only one in the world who had not fallen.
The night was as dark as ink, and the fire lit up the sky, making the area in front of the Regent's Palace look like purgatory.
Feiyun was lying on the couch, bleeding from his wounds.
Her face was as pale as gold paper, her lips were pale, her breathing was weak, she exhaled more than she inhaled, and she was as fragile as a fallen leaf that could be blown away by the wind at any time.
Shen Xingwan hugged her tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. He held her pale cheek with trembling fingertips, and his voice choked several times.
"Feiyun, hold on, I won't let anything happen to you, you won't let anything happen to you, you won't... Do you hear me?"
The doctor from the Regent's Palace rushed over, immediately took out the golden wound medicine from the medicine bag, put ginseng slices into Feiyun's mouth to save her life, and bent over to clean and bandage her wound.
The bloody and slender shoulder made his fingers tremble slightly and his face turned pale. It took him a long time to stop the bleeding. He poured a thick layer of medicine powder on the wound and then took out the white gauze to carefully bandage the wound.
He whispered, "That was a close call... Fortunately, no vital injuries were inflicted."
Shen Xingwan's heart dropped to the ground. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the doctor hesitated and said, "It's just that this injury..."
"What's wrong with this injury?!"
The doctor sighed with regret, "The wound is on the shoulder blade, penetrating the tendons and veins. I'm afraid... the girl's hand will be disabled in the future and won't be able to be used well."
Shen Xingwan's face turned pale and he clenched his fists: "No! You must cure her!"
The doctor shook his head helplessly and sighed, "I am truly ashamed. I am not very knowledgeable and have tried my best."
Shen Xingwan could no longer hold back, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down, "Really? Is there no other way?"
The doctor pursed his lips and finally spoke, "If you want to go further, you can only ask the Imperial Doctor Duan in the Imperial Hospital who is good at setting bones and tendons..."
Having said this, he looked outside the door, and before he could finish his sigh, he was interrupted by fierce shouts and screams in the distance.
Shen Xingwan's eyes fixed, and he suddenly stood up, the pain in his eyes rolling like a tide.
She looked at Feiyun, who was lying on the couch with blood all over her body but her eyes were still gentle, and she felt as if she had returned to her previous life.
That night, the Shen family was flooded with blood. She witnessed her family's destruction and the sudden death of her loved ones. She would never forget the heart-wrenching pain.
Now, fate has once again put the butcher's knife at her door.
Shen Xingwan angrily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her eyes determined.
She turned around slowly and walked out step by step.
When the servants saw her doing this, they all knelt down in fear and tried to dissuade her: "Princess, please don't do that! The fighting outside is fierce and the swords are merciless. General Zhang has gone crazy and wants your life. You must not take the risk lightly!"
Shen Xingwan stopped and looked back, his eyes as sharp as frost and snow, "People have come to kill us, are we just going to hide under this eaves and wait to be slaughtered?!"
She raised her voice and raised her arms, each word resounding like the sound of metal and stone, echoing through the night sky: "Your destiny is in your own hands. If you don't fight for it yourself, who can you rely on?! If you sit and wait for death, you will die! My men! Follow me to meet the enemy!"
In an instant, the guards and servants in the mansion all stood up, their emotions were excited, their blood was boiling, and they picked up swords, spears and halberds and ran to the front yard.
The door burst open and the elite secret guards lurking in the mansion leaped out like ghosts, suddenly appeared behind the defenders and slashed at the enemy fiercely. With the flash of swords and sabers, they were able to fight ten enemies at once and were as swift as tigers and wolves.
In the light of the fire, the long swords were spinning with blood, and General Zhang's soldiers screamed in pain. They were almost defeated in an instant.
The guards of the Regent's Palace looked at the sudden appearance of the reinforcements in surprise, and their morale suddenly became like a raging fire, and they were filled with murderous intent.
General Zhang was furious, his face flushed red, and he roared, "Don't retreat! Kill them all! Kill them all!"
Before he could finish his words, there was a sharp "whoosh!"
A sharp arrow came from the gate, as fast as a meteor, and pierced his shoulder!
General Zhang roared in shock and pain, lost balance and fell off his horse, hitting the bloody ground heavily.
He covered his shoulder tightly, blood gushed out like a fountain, and looked up in shock and anger.
At the gate of the Regent's Palace, Shen Xingwan was standing quietly, with the longbow in her hand still in hand. Her eyebrows were as cold as frost, her white clothes were stained with blood, and her black hair was flying in the wind. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"you......"
He raised his finger in horror and pointed at her, but before he could say anything, a dark shadow suddenly appeared.
Protected by a group of secret guards, Xing Zhou grabbed his severely injured arm and threw him in front of the Regent's Palace like a dead dog.
General Zhang groaned in shock and pain, his face ashen. He tried to struggle, but was thrown so hard that he could not move at all.
Shen Xingwan walked towards him slowly, her eyes fixed coldly on him, with traces of tears still lingering at the corners of her red eyes.
"This knife..."
She pulled out the dagger, suddenly leaned over and stabbed it into his shoulder, "You owe Feiyun this."
"Well!"
General Zhang's face was twisted in pain, and his throat seemed to be choked by blood. He could not roar, but could only gasp hoarsely.
"This knife..."
Shen Xingwan's eyes reflected his struggling face, and she whispered fiercely: "You owe it to Shen's!"
She used both hands to thrust the dagger into his heart without hesitation. Blood immediately gushed out, splashing on her fair cheeks and the front of her clothes like a blooming scarlet poppy.
General Zhang's eyes widened, a low whimper came out of his throat, and he fell to the ground, dead.
There was a brief moment of dead silence.
The soldiers opened their eyes wide and looked at the scene in disbelief.
The next moment, all the soldiers rushed towards her, roaring like crazy!
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