Chapter 21: Fate

The lack of virtue is also helpless. This fairy monk has a mortal womb. How can he stand up to a fierce battle against Shan Shengling, only to use a guard to bring him down and then use a knife to insure.
The guards were told by this fairy monarch not to hurt Ruoyan, but the sword could only greet Shan Shengling, which was greatly restricted. Shan Shengling was more than enough to resist several people. While blocking and retreating, he was already optimistic about the way out, out of Hanyuan, carrying Mu Ruoyan to the moon gate of the back garden, a wall behind the rockery, and an empty alley outside. The guards patrolling the main court quickly hurried when they heard the wind, and there were more and more people. Shan Shengling stepped back and forth, and left and right blocks, gradually unable to help. He retreated to the wall and suffered four or five minor injuries.
Ben Xianjun spotted a neutral gear, holding a long knife, and flashed into the crowd.
Shan Shengling held several rifles with his right hand cross knife, and his left hand shook the other side. The front chest opened wide, and the sword of the fairy pointed straightly toward his right chest, five inches, four inches, three inches. At two inches, there was a flower in front of me, and my chest was cold.
I lowered my head in surprise, a long gun, the head of the gun did not enter my left chest, the other end of the handle was a pair of hands, long and thin, it seemed that I had no strength, I held it, and shook my hand.
At this moment of surprise, the cold wind drove the hunting, and the silver light flickered, like Nan Ming's thin knife.
I already had a chill on my neck.
Fate, short for Destiny Book ...
Clang sounded, but the coolness stopped. Shan Shengling's thin knife didn't move across my neck, because a long blue sword was standing on Muruoyan's neck, and the shallow lake gown moved slightly in the wind, "You let him go, I let you go And Mu Ruoyan left the palace safely. "Heng Wen, you can't be too ostentatious, you just show up, this sword is brighter.
The guards did not dare to act with their weapons, and Shan Shengling raised his eyebrows at Hengwen: "Can you make this claim?"
Hengwen Road: "Nature." Turned to the guards and said: "Place the weapon in place and retreat outside the garden."
Mr. Zhao is a celebrity in front of the king of the east county. The guards feel good, put down their weapons and retreat to the moon gate.
The blade withdrew from Benxianjun's neck, and Hengwen withdrew his sword from Mu Ruoyan's neck. He said warmly, "Yang Yanzi, the gun head has been pierced in. Should we let go?"
With the hands holding the gun handle loosened, Hengwen supported my back with one hand and whispered: "It can still hold it." Then the expression in the moment was obviously sympathetic.
I gasped and breathed out of my airway: "It's just ... It hurts a lot, cough ..."
Fate, X Fate of XXXX! !
Shan Shengling's eyes narrowed and looked at Hengwen, saying: "Your Excellency is close, but you can't notice it, so good martial arts."
Nonsense, he showed up in an instant while casting chaos, and you can be strange if you can detect it.
Hengwen said casually: "Overwhelming."
Shan Shengling smiled slightly: "Your style is also awe-inspiring, please ask your name?"
Hengwen said, "General Cheng Dan asked, under Zhao Heng."
Shan Shengling actually arched his hand: "Shan Shengling was instructed by Zhao Gongzi today, hoping that he would have a chance to learn from him later." Heng Wen supported Ben Xianjun's back with one hand and stood like this, slightly nodding.
Shan Shengling narrowed his eyes and looked at Hengwen deeply, and turned back to Tianshu. Tianshu turned around. I hadn't seen his face very much since he was shot. At this moment, his face was still unclear. Looking at me, said: "Sorry."
I raised my airway: "Nothing, deserve ..." It really deserves it.
Mu Ruoyan's eyes flickered for a moment and turned back to his face. Shan Shengling took him to the fence and fell into the night.
Ben Xianjun was paralyzed on the ground, and he heard the hustle and bustle of noise. It should be to ask Feng Xianjun ’s father and two brothers who climbed up from the bed.
Hengwen whispered: "You bear with me first, and I will mention you when I'm not in front of you."
Ben Xianjun gasped and smiled bitterly: "I can't ... mention it ~~ it hurts like this ... Li Siming ... will die ~~ I have to hold it inside."
Heng Wenliang said: "You deserve it."