The girl did not respond.

A crisp sound of a sharp weapon coming out of the sheath even overshadowed the killing sounds of the opposite mountains.

Wang Pingyang's breathing suddenly stopped.

A short sword appeared in the girl's hand.

This short sword is like a sword body that has not been refined yet, like a thin piece of black iron sheet, but the black sword body is covered with black flowers.

As the girl's eyes were ready to die, there was also a heart-pounding atmosphere.

Wang Pingyang was originally one of the young practitioners who practiced the fastest in the Southern Dynasty. He was a five-year hunting tour in Tianjian and had adventures in Meishan. At this time, his cultivation had already surpassed the middle level of Ruyijing. However, the fluctuations in the true energy emitted by this girl at this time made him feel stronger than him.

This breath even made him feel that the short sword in the girl's hand smelled of flapping its wings and about to fly.

But in the next moment, he clearly felt that the breath generated by the fluctuations of the true energy in the girl's body was full of hardship.

This feeling is like a person's chest and lungs are filled with many small stones.

Therefore, this girl should have been a stronger practitioner than him before, and she should have reached the peak of Ruyijing. However, she has indeed suffered serious injuries. In addition to the severe damage in her abdomen, the meridians in her body should also be broken in many places, otherwise the powerful true energy flowing in her body would not flow so hard or so intermittently.

Wang Pingyang's hand landed on the hilt of his sword.

His sword hilt was embedded with a very pure sky-blue jade. This was a famous sword from the Southern Dynasty. It was hidden in the scabbard at this time. The unplugged sword body was also sky-blue. The sword was named Chunxiao.

Wherever the mind of a practitioner like him reaches, the true energy flows. He holds the hilt of the sword in his hand and has not yet drawn the sword, but the sword intent has been born, which is naturally enough to allow the girl to sense his cultivation.

The girl was determined to die, but because of his momentum, her hand holding the short sword in her hand trembled slightly, and the true energy in her body was slightly unstable. Her lips could no longer be pursed tightly, and a mouthful of blood instantly spread out.

"I don't have to kill you."

Wang Pingyang remained absolutely vigilant, and he looked at the girl and said.

This sentence comes from his sincerity. Although he has no good impression of the people from the Northern Wei Dynasty, in all his imagination, he did not expect that he would meet such an opponent.

The other party is a girl who is too young.

And he was injured too much, making him feel reluctant to take action.

"If you don't want to kill me, will you let me go?"

The girl smiled miserably, and she looked at Wang Pingyang with a very strange aura, "I can't fall into the hands of your Northern Wei army."

"You should not be the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, you are the maid beside her?" Wang Pingyang's brows jumped. At this time, he keenly felt that the girl's breath became increasingly unstable.

There are only two possibilities.

One is that the girl is planning to take action, and the other is that as the girl's true energy flows, her body is seriously injured and worsens at this time.

Listening to Wang Pingyang's words, the girl's body trembled suddenly.

After all, she was not the master she served. A girl like her could not be indifferent to anything, including facing her own death.

"I don't want to die..."

The girl said this.

The blood from her mouth poured out again.

She almost cried.

Wang Pingyang was stunned, he was helpless.

"I'm about to die."

The girl looked at Wang Pingyang with a begging look, but she knew very well that no matter how much this young practitioner of the Southern Dynasties helped her, the injuries in her body could no longer be cured. "I... can't tell you anything, including who I am, but if you can really see the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, can you tell her for me that I was not dead at the hands of practitioners of the Southern Dynasties, but I was dead at the hands of Du Yi."

"Du Yi, who is he?"

Wang Pingyang looked at the girl with some incomprehension. He became more and more sure that the girl should be the maid of the Princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty. However, the other party said that he was not dead at the hands of practitioners of the Southern Dynasty. Could anyone in the Northern Wei Dynasty want to be unfavorable to the Princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

I don't know if I don't want to tell, or I'm powerless to tell.

The girl lowered her head.

The dagger in her hand fell weakly in front of her, and her hands covered the wounds on her abdomen like pain.

Her wound seemed to have completely lost control at this time, and blood continued to spread on the bandaged clothes.

The fighting sounds in Tianwu Ridge seemed even more tragic, but the girl fell into a coma amid such noisy and terrifying shouts. Moreover, her vitality was fading rapidly and she should never wake up.

Wang Pingyang's hand also left the hilt of his sword.

He looked at the Northern Wei girl silently, and as the blood oozed out of the girl's body gradually put her in a pool of blood, he thought heavily, if he did not notice the smell of blood and came to check it out, and if he did not disturb the girl's healing, would this girl be able to control the injuries in her body and survive in the end?

However, at the same time, a certain smell that rose from the blood that exuded heat made him feel inexplicably hungry.

......

When Wang Pingyang watched the girl die, the traces of the Northern Wei army that passed through the Black Miasma Forest and rushed to Tianwu Ridge in Lin Yi's sight.

At the top of the hill ahead of him, there seemed to be a black crop being harvested and falling down.

It was hundreds of Northern Wei soldiers wearing black armored clothes who were quickly crossing the hill, and after that hill, it was already the battleground of Tianwuling.

Almost stepping on the remaining heat of these Northern Wei soldiers, Lin Yi and Yuan Yan rushed to the high mountain.

The three of them looked down and squinted their eyes almost at the same time.

Tianwuling is named after this mountain is like a centipede. This mountain is not high, and the hillsides on both sides are gentle and flat, making the mountainside lying on the ground like a centipede. At this time, on a hillside near Lin Yi and others, most of the trees have fallen down, and the hillside with a radius of more than ten miles is like a boiling porridge pot, in a mess.

The most critical reason for such damage is the heavy armor.

There are two types of heavy armors in the Southern Dynasties and Northern Wei Dynasty. One is the heavy armor worn by ordinary warriors and heavy cavalry. Except for the thick armor, even the flying swords of the practitioners may not be pierced through. The other is the heavy armor worn by practitioners. There are runes of true essence circulation inside and outside the heavy armor. Cultivators can use true essence to control heavy armor.

The heavy armor worn by ordinary warriors and heavy cavalry, even some aliens, weigh only more than 300 kilograms, but the heavy armor worn by some practitioners is made of unique fine gold, just like the armor of the God King, the Kaitian Armor and other armors in the previous dynasty in the south, and even weighs a thousand kilograms.

These heavy armors opened and rushed around on the battlefield, and even exceeded several cultivators who used flying swords to kill and rush for ordinary soldiers.

At this time, most of the battlefields on the slopes of Tianwuling were heavy armor worn by warriors, but there were four or five of them, but they were heavy armor worn by cultivators.
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