Chapter 317: Decisive battle (3)

Chapter 317 Final Battle (3)
"Now, it's your turn!" Song Shizhong's mouth curled up with a slap in the face, and swayed to Murong Xue: The smartest thing about a few people is her, she is absolutely dying.
Just now, Gong Qianyu and the secret guard, who was protecting her from the left and the right, were inconvenient to take. Now, Gong Qianyu, the dark guards have been seriously injured, and she has no time to take care of her. He can send her on the road.
The palm of the hand is as fast as the wind, and it is about to hit Murong Xue. A snow figure suddenly descends from the sky, pulling her small waist and pulling her to the side. The long arm stretches out and goes straight to the palm of Song Shizhong. Listen '砰! The sound of the sound of the ground shook violently, and the snow figure stood still. Song Shizhong was shaken back two or three steps.
Song Shizhong looked gloomy and looked up at the people. The bottom of the scene flashed a shock: "Ouyang Shaohao!"
"Song General!" Ouyang Shaohao looked at him faintly, and there was a little bit of coldness and indifference in the obsidian-like eyes. For example, Jade's hand held the small waist of Murong Xue, and did not loosen it.
Song Shizhong sharply stunned his eyes and said: "She is yours."
"You shouldn't do anything to her!" Ouyang Shaoyi answered the question, and the bottom of the flashing sharpness, seeing Song Shizhong licking his eyebrows, he really cares about Murong Xue, but it is a pity: "This general has already started, Shizi How do you want to? Kill the general and exhale for Murong Xue?"
Just now, he has tried, Ouyang Shaohao martial arts high strength, deep internal strength, and his magic poison just solved, martial arts, internal forces have not recovered to the heyday, will be retreated by the earthquake, but he The martial arts are recovering quickly, and Ouyang Shaohao wants to win him, and it is not so easy!
"No hurry, General Song is a great general of South Xinjiang. First solve the civil strife in your southern Xinjiang. If the civil strife is solved, Song General will still have a life, and then slowly liquidate the accounts between us..." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly The sound of no wind and no waves does not bring any emotions.
Song Shizhong heard a stunned look, and his heart made a very bad premonition: "What do you mean..."
"What he means is that you are a sinner of southern Xinjiang, and you should first hand it over to southern Xinjiang." The cold male voice rang, a dark blue figure descended from the sky, a cold face, sharp eyes, it was the town. South King.
Song Shizhong suddenly squinted: "How come you are here?"
Before he rebelled against the rebellion, he apparently placed a large array of people around the town of Wangnan, and trapped Wang Nansheng in the south of the town, so that he could not step out of the way, unable to lead the army to cope with the big things they planned... ...
"Because Ouyang Shizi, the generals of the Song dynasty are indeed very powerful, but in front of the Ouyang Shizi, that battle is completely unbearable!" Zhennan Wang said carelessly, the eyebrows are all scornful.
Song Shizhong's sharp eyes are like arrows, and he shot at Ouyang Shaohao: It turned out that he broke his own big thing, it is really abominable...
"Pong table tennis!" The fierce fighting sounds, thousands of armored soldiers rushed in, and the battle with Song Shizhong people together, the fierce killing sound accompanied by a red bloodline splashing.
Song Shizhong’s gloomy horror: He clearly placed a large number of troops outside the palace, how could there be so many soldiers rushing in...
"Plop!" A figure suddenly flew over, and squatted at the foot of Song Shizhong. Song Shizhong looked down and saw that Song Shiren was falling to the ground. His face was pale and bloodless. His eyes were closed, and he did not know whether he was dead or alive. Horizontally, the vertical one is covered with scars, the red blood overflows the wound, and the red-white dress is dyed...
"Song Shizhong, the 50,000-year-old horse you have rebelled against, has all been in vain, and the leader Song Shiren has been caught alive. You can't reverse any situation. You can smash it with your hands!" Zhennan Wang's cold command is like an ear.
Song Shizhong’s eyes glanced, and the great cause they planned had just begun, would it fail? No, they have not failed, they have a chance to succeed!
When the eyes were cold, Song Shizhong pulled out the sabre at the waist, and the unrelenting spurs of the south of the town smashed the past: the emperor was seriously injured, the prince was seriously injured, and the entire southern kingdom was left with only a stumbling block to Zhennan Wang, as long as he except Nan, No one in the royal family can compete with them, they can justify the righteous King Fu Rui Wang as the emperor...
The sharp sword is getting closer and closer, and it will be stabbed to the king of Zhennan. The corner of Zhennan Wang’s mouth bends with a cold smile: he has the heart to let them live a life, they are not dead, they are stubborn, then It’s a slap in the face of his heart...
The wrist turned over, and the long sword in his hand came out, bringing a cold and cold, and greeted Song Shizhong’s long sword without mercy...
Wind remnants, leaves drifting, cold flashes, light and shadow again and again!
Song Shizhong, the sword of Zhennan Wang’s hands meet in the air, bursting with dazzling light, the sharp swordsmanship hurts the cheeks, and the quick moves are dazzling!
Murong Xue could not help but secretly admire, she thought that Gong Qianyu, Gong Qianze's martial arts is already high enough, I did not expect that Song Shizhong, Zhennan Wang's martial arts are higher than them, really is a master of high hands, it is worthy Nanjiang famous, martial arts is extraordinary...
"You're okay!" Qingyue sounds in the ear, Murong Xue stunned back to God, looked up, facing the deep eyes of the Ouyang Shaohao, the darkness of the scorpion clearly reflected her figure.
Murong Xue’s eyes flashed unnaturally:
Fortunately... How do you know that I am in the palace?

"No trace is around you!" Ouyang Shaohao voice is faint.
Murong Xue blinked, okay, no trace is the happy guard of the palace, he has a special contact with the guards, can determine his position at any time...
When it comes to no trace, Murong Xue suddenly remembers that he was severely wounded by Song Shizhong. He quickly looked up and saw that he was sitting on the ground without a trace. He closed his eyes slightly and mobilized his power. Two distant Wangfu Guards, one left A right guard is by his side.
Murong Xue sighed with a sigh of relief. He had already taken the wound medicine without any traces. He would soon be safe and sound. He looked at Gong Qianyu from the side. He saw that he was leaning against the wall and coughing gently. His face was pale and bloodless. The mouth is slowly flowing...
He is... suffered a very serious internal injury!
Murong Xue’s eyes were condensed and he was about to step forward and healed him. A happy Wangfu Guardian stepped forward and handed him a pill. The medicinal fragrance spread in the room, and the fragrance was pleasant. It was the best healing. medicine……
Taking this pill, Gong Qianyu’s internal injuries are almost as good as seven or eight, and she does not need her to apply needles...
Murong Xue blinked and re-visited the battlefield. He saw a soldier who was rebellious and was slain. A corpse was thrown over the royal study, and piled up into hills. The thick smell spread quickly in the air. ......
(End of this chapter)