Chapter 320 Wei Lingze is dead
Wei Lingze really couldn't beat Xuanyuan Lang.
Even though his speed increased under the influence of the Soul-Stirring Incense and his willpower was as strong as it was back then, he still couldn't win.
After another seven or eight rounds, the scimitar in Xuanyuan Lang's hand spun and cut his thigh.
The wound was very deep and blood gushed out immediately. With severe pain, Wei Lingze knelt on one knee uncontrollably.
This leg should be useless.
But compared to the life he had ruined, losing a leg seemed like nothing.
Wei Lingze ignored the injury on his leg and tried to stand up while holding the scimitar.
Xuanyuan Lang frowned even more tightly upon seeing this. Just as he was about to say something, a hurried voice suddenly rang out in his ear: "General, this is bad! Those people from Zhaoling have gone crazy!"
The man spoke Yuexi dialect, which Wei Lingze could not quite understand, but from the other party's hurried footsteps and anxious tone, he could still tell that he and Lan Shu's plan was successful.
The city gate should be open by now, and Zhaoling's army is about to enter the city.
Xuanyuan Lang lost.
Thinking of this, Wei Lingze felt that the pain in his body disappeared. He used all his strength and attacked Xuanyuan Lang as fast as possible.
Because he was distracted, Xuanyuan Lang was unable to dodge this time and was hit on the left arm by him.
Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Lang's bones were too hard and his current strength was too weak, so he was unable to break Xuanyuan Lang's arm.
The Yuexi soldiers who were watching exclaimed in surprise. Xuanyuan Lang frowned and swung his sword without hesitation.
The previous attack had exhausted all of Wei Lingze's strength, and at such a close distance, he couldn't dodge it.
Soon, Wei Lingze felt a pain in his neck and a lot of blood spurted out.
My body quickly lost weight and fell to the ground, but time seemed to slow down very much.
It was so slow that he became a bystander and looked at his life again carefully.
He was born into a century-old family in Hanjing. His classmates and playmates were all from prominent families, and he even had a childhood sweetheart who was both outstanding in family background, talent and appearance. What he lacked the least in his life was praise and envy.
Until the battle that made him famous at a young age changed the trajectory of his life.
That battle made his name a household name, and everyone praised his bravery and fighting skills, but he was trapped in a small room and couldn't even get out of bed.
Those praises could not help alleviate his physical pain, nor could they make him stand up.
After day after day of disappointment, he forgot the good things he once had and began to resent everything.
Even after his injuries healed, the resentment was still deeply rooted in his heart.
He became paranoid and violent, and looked down on everyone except himself.
He wanted to satisfy his desire for control by manipulating Chunxi, and he also wanted to make up for the pain of those three years by humiliating He'er. He was eager for quick success and used all means to climb up, wanting to regain the glory that originally belonged to him, but he stepped into the endless abyss step by step.
Later, he was addicted to the incense and turned into a monster that was neither human nor ghost.
Although he did not participate in the conspiracy and helped sell incense to harm people, he also became a complete stain on the Wei family.
Compared to enduring the pain of addiction for the rest of his life, living under the criticism of others, and dying at the hands of Xuanyuan Lang, this was the best ending he could imagine.
At least, at the last moment of his life, he still looked like a man.
At least, His Majesty will not vent his anger on the Wei family because he repented in time.
It’s a pity that he will never have the chance to make up for the harm he caused to He’er.
I wonder if He'er would feel a little sad after hearing the news of his death...
His body fell heavily to the ground, and what finally caught Wei Lingze's eyes was a dazzling galaxy.
This land is always experiencing the baptism of war, and people are experiencing all kinds of pain and sorrow, but the sky above their heads is always quiet and beautiful.
Xuanyuan Lang didn't care what Wei Lingze was thinking before his death. He quickly gave orders, preparing to fight and evacuate at the same time.
The people from Zhaoling arrived faster than he had imagined. This time his plan had failed. He had no time to regret and could only preserve his strength as much as possible and look for another opportunity.
Everyone sprang into action upon receiving the order. Xuanyuan Lang was mentally deducing the possible outcomes when he suddenly realized something was amiss. He looked around and asked coldly, "Where's that person named Lan Shu?"
Everyone looked confused.
This Zhaoling man named Lan Shu seemed to have no martial arts skills and was very servile. He could not pose any threat at all, and no one took him seriously. Now that something happened, no one cared about him even more.
Xuanyuan Lang gritted his teeth, summoned seven or eight elite soldiers, and ordered, "Find Lan Shu and bring him to me. I will skin him alive myself!"
"yes!"
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These Yuexi soldiers were too brutal, and the people of Wengzhou fought hard but only managed to open one city gate.
At the city gate, the bodies of civilians were piled high, and the smell of blood was so thick in the air that it could not be dispersed.
Xiao Yechen led his men into the city immediately.
They carried a lot of chili powder on them, and after entering the city, they scattered it all over the place, and screams were heard everywhere.
Soon, the city gates opened wide, more soldiers poured in, and a battle officially began.
Using the same method, Xiao Yechen led people to open two side doors.
He did not stop and immediately led people to search for Xuanyuan Lang in the city.
The outcome of today's siege is no longer in doubt. His goal is to find Xuanyuan Lang.
Either capture him alive or take his head.
However, Xiao Yechen searched the city for a long time but could not find any trace of Xuanyuan Lang.
He was feeling a little annoyed when he suddenly heard an angry shout in his ears. The other party was speaking Yuexi dialect. Xiao Yechen didn't understand what it meant, but his body had already formed inertia and rushed towards the direction of the sound.
It was late at night and pitch black everywhere. On the street next door, a Vietnamese man was chasing several women.
Xiao Yechen arrived in time and killed the man in just a moment.
Several women immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed in thanks. Xiao Yechen said solemnly, "The general is leading his troops to attack the city. It should be safe tomorrow. You should find a place to hide first and don't wander around the city."
Several people responded in unison. Xiao Yechen turned his horse around and prepared to continue looking for someone. But a moment later, he turned back, stared at one of the women, and shouted, "Lan Shu, stop!"
The "woman" paused, then turned around and said angrily, "How could Pavilion Master recognize me even though I'm dressed like this?"
Xiao Yechen rode his horse to Lan Shu, his eyes cold and sharp: "Take me to find Xuanyuan Lang."
"Pavilion Master, you are really putting me in a difficult position. The army has already attacked the city, and General Xuanyuan naturally evacuated early under the protection of everyone. I have no idea where to go to find him."
Xiao Yechen didn't waste time talking to Lan Shu. He drew his sword and pointed it at him: "You only have two choices. Either take me to find him, or I will kill you now."
Xiao Yechen had no idea how many people he had killed these days. He was filled with evil spirit, like Yama, and had no intention of joking with Lan Shu at all.
Lan Shu sighed and said with a narrowed gaze, "Actually, there's no need to look for him. I have a way to lure him here."
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