Chu Qiao stood up. She could still bear the pain in her body, but the dizziness caused by the high fever surged up like a tide. She hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and her face was as pale as the snow on the ground. She leaned against the tree trunk, breathing slightly, took a few deep breaths, turned around and walked towards the dense forest.
“Just leaving like that?” Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows and was about to follow. At this moment, Chu Qiao suddenly turned around. With a sharp sound of "swish", a streak of white light broke through the air. Zhuge Yue's body was like a spirit bird. With a push of his left foot, he flew into the air. The white light brushed past his cheek and stabbed fiercely into a stubborn stone with a buzzing sound. A few strands of hair swayed faintly in the air before falling to the ground. There was a white mark on Zhuge Yue's left cheek. As the wind blew, a hint of deep red seeped through the white mark, slender and straight, like window paper cut by willow leaves in early spring.
Chu Qiao's voice was cold, "Don't think I don't dare to kill you."
Zhuge Yue wiped the blood off his face and sneered, “Do you have the ability to do that?”
The cold wind blew through the forest, blowing across Zhuge Yue's colorful long sleeves. Chu Qiao looked at this old enemy quietly with a calm expression. Finally, she put her hand on the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword inch by inch. She said slowly, "Since that's the case, let's put an end to our grudge today."
Zhuge Yue turned his long sleeves and held his sword horizontally in his hand. He did not draw the sword, but pointed the scabbard at Chu Qiao from a distance and said, "I'll play with you."
Chu Qiao shook her wrist, exerted force suddenly, and rushed forward with her sword, but at this moment she suddenly felt dizzy, and before she could even groan, her body went limp and she fell towards Zhuge Yue.
"Take her down!"
More than a dozen men in black jumped out of the woods. The leader held a bamboo tube in his mouth. Seeing that Zhuge Yue was still standing there, he puffed up his cheeks and blew. The needles on the bamboo tube were as thin as cow hairs and instantly shot towards Zhuge Yue's chest. Zhuge Yue flicked his sleeves, and more than ten silver needles were caught in his sleeves. The needle tips flashed blue light, obviously poisoned. He stretched out his long arm and took Chu Qiao, who was about to faint, into his arms. Her face became even paler, and her left shoulder was densely covered with seven or eight silver needles, which were already oozing black blood.
Zhuge Yue frowned, knowing that things were going to get bad. Just then he saw a long metal tube hanging from Chu Qiao’s waist, so he immediately aimed it at the enemy and pulled out the fuse. He heard a few screams, and under the rain of flowers, no one could stop it. During this gap, he had already picked up Chu Qiao and flew away.
Chu Qiao was only dizzy for a short time, but she regained consciousness in a moment. When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhuge Yue carrying her on his back, running swiftly through the forest. There was a constant sound of wind behind them, and it was obvious that they had been discovered. Her shoulder was numb and she could no longer feel the pain. Her entire left arm had lost all feeling. Chu Qiao gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Put me down!"
Zhuge Yue pretended not to hear anything and cut through the thorns that blocked his path with one sword.
“Zhuge Yue, let me go!”
"Noisy!"
Zhuge Yue stopped walking upon hearing this, pressed her against the tree trunk, and said coldly, “Want to die? Sure, but you have to tell me where Li Ce is first.”
"I have no idea!"
Zhuge Yue sneered, “You don’t know? I’m sorry, don’t you hate owing favors to others? I want you to owe me a huge favor, so that you can never repay it in your lifetime.”
The cold wind swept through the dense jungle, like the low breathing of a wild beast. A thunderbolt flashed by, followed by two rumbling thunders, and then it began to rain heavily, with mud and water splashing everywhere. Chu Qiao was pressed against the tree trunk by him, staring at him intently with eyes like a vigilant wolf.
"Zhuge Yue, you are so persistent in pestering me, could it be that you have fallen in love with me?"
Zhuge Yue raised his lips, pressed his lips against her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are so afraid of owing me a favor, are you afraid that you will fall in love with me and won't be willing to kill me in the future to avenge your brothers and sisters?"
Chu Qiao said: "If thinking this way can make you feel more comfortable, I will not expose you before you die."
Zhuge Yue laughed and said, “Same here. If you can survive till tomorrow, I will tell you how ridiculous you are.”
“Zhuge Yue! If you don’t kill me now, you will regret it one day in the future!”
"I want to see how a person who can barely save his life can make me regret it."
Chu Qiao's eyes were gloomy, and she said in a deep voice: "One day I will make you die in my hands."
Zhuge Yue said disdainfully, “One day? I’ve heard this too many times. Xing’er, do you have any new ideas?”
A group of more than a hundred people approached carefully. Everyone was wearing black clothes and masks, with long swords drawn. They looked left and right carefully with every step they took. Four huge hunting dogs walked in the front, leading everyone slowly towards where the two were hiding.
Chu Qiao smiled softly and said, “You came really quickly. Zhuge Yue, if you have any last words, you can say them now. If I am in a good mood, I will convey them to you afterwards.”
"I should tell you this. It doesn't look like they are here to kill me."
Chu Qiao snorted coldly, "Do you think they can still tell the difference now?"
"If they can't even figure this out, then they are useless if they are still alive."
The hound suddenly barked wildly, and everyone stopped immediately, then ran towards the two people in unison!
With a sharp sound, Zhuge Yue drew out his long sword, which shone with a cold light in the sky. With one stroke, he cut off the arrow that was flying through the air, and also cut the hound that was pouncing on him in two. Blood splattered, and a few drops fell on his robe, as red as gorgeous peach blossoms.
"Go!" A short, low shout was heard, and the men in black immediately stepped forward together. The cold and sharp blades cut through the thick darkness, and a dense rain of arrows broke through the air, filling the surroundings with a murderous atmosphere.
In the clear sword light, two heads flew up to the sky at the same time. Zhuge Yue's posture was agile, like a sharp hawk in the lightning. In the shocked eyes of the crowd, the sword flowers in the sky were like gorgeous fireworks. At this time, the two headless corpses still maintained their charging posture, took two steps forward, passed him, and fell into the mud with a plop, blood splattering, staining the ground.
Zhuge Yue then retreated to his original position, swinging his sword so tightly that no air could penetrate it, knocking down all the black arrows. Chu Qiao stood behind him. The numbness and soreness of the poison had spread to half of her body. Even her right hand holding the sword had almost lost its strength. Her legs were limp. If she hadn't held on for a breath, she would have fallen to the ground.
Zhuge Yue turned around and glanced at her, then snorted coldly, “You’re already in this state, why are you still holding on?”
Chu Qiao said weakly: "It's none of your business!"
"If I wasn't here, you would have died long ago. And you're still talking about seeking revenge on me. That's really shameless."
At this moment, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out. The arrow was at an extremely tricky angle, almost sticking to the ground and coming upwards, aiming directly at Zhuge Yue's vest. Chu Qiao saw it clearly, raised her eyebrows, and suddenly hugged Zhuge Yue and fell to the side. Buzz buzz buzz, several sharp blades came slashing towards the grass like shadows. Zhuge Yue shook the hilt of his sword, thrust it diagonally into the ground, twisted his waist, held Chu Qiao in his arms and stood up again, narrowly avoiding the fatal arrow that had just hit him.
Chu Qiao said angrily: "If you don't take it seriously, you will die here today!"
Zhuge Yue asked: “So you are also afraid of death?”
Chu Qiao gritted her teeth and drew her sword to fight off the enemy. There were no bluffing shouts and no unnecessary tricks. Her movements were crisp and clean, and each of them was a deadly killing move.
There was a loud rumble of thunder and heavy rain poured down. Stepping on the bloody mud, hundreds of assassins wielding swords rushed up and surrounded the two men. There were no shouts, no sounds of fighting, everything was covered by the muffled thunder and heavy rain. However, in the cold rain, there were chaotic figures rising and intersecting like lightning, blood splattered, and broken limbs and blood clots coagulated on the tree trunks.
The assassins' hearts were pounding, their blood was boiling silently, their swords were all unsheathed, and their footsteps were moving gently. Faced with the round of strangulation that just ended, everyone felt terrified. They formed a circle and slowly retreated, staring hawk-like at two people standing back to back in the crowd in an attacking posture. At the signal from their leader, they all reached back with their hands.
There, shining silver, was a row of half-meter-long javelins.
Zhuge Yue frowned, his face darkened, and he said sternly, “Be careful.”
"Kill!" The leader suddenly shouted and swung his gun at the two men.
In an instant, hundreds of people attacked at the same time, and countless pistols shot towards Chu Qiao from all directions, leaving a silver-white light mark in the air!
“Get out of the way!” Zhuge Yue pushed Chu Qiao away, his long sword roaring like a dragon, splitting the two pistols like lightning, and his arm was rubbed with blood from the huge force.
When Chu Qiao saw this, she raised her eyebrows and was about to rush forward with her sword in hand. At this moment, with a whoosh sound, a silver-white arrow suddenly shot out, and closely after that, a long black rope fell from the sky and bound around her slender waist like a snake. The huge force suddenly turned, and just when the sky was filled with gun shadows, the girl rose from the ground and went straight up!
The black-clad assassin was startled and quickly raised his head and shot an arrow. I saw a figure passing through the air like a meteor. The long sword in his hand cast a brilliant light all over the sky, blocking the rain of arrows that were as dense as locusts. The hook in his hand seemed to have eyes. He threw it repeatedly, carrying his body quickly through the woods!
The cold wind blew through the forest. Chu Qiao flew across the sky, looking down at the people below. Zhuge Yue was half covered in blood, still fighting hard. His colorful robe had long been stained with blood, but his eyes were still clear as he looked at her calmly. The sharp edge of the sword flickered in the eyes that were as deep as a cold pond.
Lightning and thunder rolled by, and just as the assassins looked up, countless hooks and chains came from the sky, and another group of masked men in black suddenly flew over and fell from the sky.
"Young master, go first!" A Jing cut off the opponent's neck with a knife and shouted loudly.
Several men in black stepped forward to protect Chu Qiao and the man who had just landed. Their blades flew like snowflakes, and dozens of horse hooves tumbled in the mud, splashing everywhere.
"Let's go!" The man's voice was low and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. He hugged the girl's waist, jumped on a warhorse, and whipped her away.
"Stop them!" the enemy shouted loudly, and the assassins dodged and rushed forward.
The man snorted coldly and pierced the throat of an assassin with his sword. Blood splattered out and sprayed on the eyes of another assassin. The man was slightly panicked, and before he could react, the sharp arrow pierced his chest.
With a loud bang, the man suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, the horse stood up, and kicked the two assassins powerfully in the chest with his legs. In an instant, the assassin's sternum shattered, blood spurted out, and his body flew more than three meters away, slamming heavily into the other four assassins.
Seeing that he was no match for his opponent, the assassin leader pulled out the cylinder from his waist and shot it into the sky. A light blue firework flew out and covered the surrounding area.