Su Qin was stunned and then chuckled.
The torrential rain fell from the sky, drenching his face. He fell to the ground with a sword in his chest. He was battered and exhausted. It seemed like he had already lost, and he might not even be able to keep his life … but he was still smiling.
Jia Xu took two steps back without a trace.
Su Qin just smiled. He glanced at the sword in front of his chest and said with difficulty, "At this time, you are still so cautious?
Sun Lang had already calculated everything, including this sword that he specially made … … This sword was prepared for me, because he already knew who I was and what I was … … "
Jia Xu said indifferently, "Then you should talk less and reminisce about the good things in your life."
Su Qin shook his head and said, "No, I only live for one thing in my life. There's nothing good to remember. The good things I look forward to are in the future …"
Jia Xu said, "Unfortunately, you won't be able to see it."
"That's not necessarily true … That's not necessarily true …" Su Qin's smile was somewhat gloomy and expectant. "Do you think you've already won …"
Jia Xu frowned and said, "What are you trying to say?"
Su Qin simply lay on the ground with his hands and feet spread out, forming the character '大' (大). He looked like he was about to face Su Qin and said indifferently, "Do you think I will say it?"
Jia Xu said, "Shidao, call your brother here."
Jia Shidao was almost done with the last hit. He answered loudly, "Yes!"
Su Qin snorted. "Sun Lang … He's only one person. Tonight, Bai Family Castle, Jinling, and even Mingzhou will attack at the same time. No matter how strong he is, can he cut through the void with countless clones?
He can only focus on Jinling. There's nothing he can do about Bai Family Castle and Mingzhou … "
He looked at Jia Xu and sneered. "And Old Woman Shi. He can't even get a doctor."
Jia Xu's expression changed slightly. He said coldly, "Where's the antidote?"
"Antidote?"
Su Qin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He couldn't help but laugh with his eyes closed. "Antidote … What antidote?
It's not poison at all! "
Jia Xu was shocked. He stepped forward and shouted, "What did you say?"
"Tell Sun Lang that he won't be able to escape …"
Su Qin forced himself to raise his head and gave Jia Xu a creepy smile. "I really wish to live a few more days and see with my own eyes … see … hahahaha …"
Then he broke down.
Like porcelain, a shattered shell appeared on his face, and a demonic light shot out from the cracks. A terrifying power surged in his body, and at the same time, the invisible sword in his chest emitted an even more dazzling light, suppressing the surging energy.
Su Qin's face was already full of cracks. His lips trembled, revealing an unhappy expression. "Fuck … you still want to self-destruct … you little bastard, you still have so many tricks up your sleeve …"
Then, his entire body dissipated, turning into ashes that swept up into the sky and disappeared with the wind.
Jia Xu's heart sank.
Everything had happened so quickly that most people did not even have time to react. Jia Xu glared at them. "What are you waiting for?
Quickly evacuate the people of Rongguo Manor! "
As he spoke, he rushed forward and casually pulled a servant of Rongguo Manor and asked, "Where's the old madam?
Third Miss?
Where are the two young mistresses? "
The servant stammered, "Third … Miss is evacuating us, but I don't know where the old madam is …"
Jia Xu secretly gritted his teeth. Su Qin's last words were still echoing in his mind. This might be the last trick, or the last threat, but it could also be the last scheme.
He glanced in the direction of Rongguo Manor and clenched his fists. But in the end, he gave up and began to maintain order and assist in the evacuation. In the midst of his busy work, he looked at Rongguo Manor, which was next door, with mixed feelings.
Jia Ying … no, Sun Lang, I hope you won't betray Xiangdao's trust.
I hope you can do what you say … I hope you can handle everything well today.
The chaos in Rongguo Manor was gradually getting out of hand. The battle cries outside were getting closer and closer, and the people surrounding the manor were getting into position. Perhaps in the next moment, they would launch an earth-shattering attack.
In a hidden courtyard in the manor, Jin Yuanyang had already changed into a soft armor and held two Emei Water-splitters. She kept looking out of the window and said anxiously, "Young Mistress, can we just stay here?
Let's protect the old madam and rush out before the enemy closes in! "
Lin Daiyu calmly shook her head, "It's right here. It's very hidden. Don't worry, the reinforcements will come soon. The old madam's body can't withstand the bumps."
Yuanyang glanced at the old madam lying on the bed, and her eyes gradually turned red, "If the old madam sees the turmoil tonight …"
Sister Lin said softly, "She will get better. Xue Baochai has already gone to pick up the doctor."
Jin Yuanyang was stunned, "Which doctor would be willing to come now? Moreover, several top doctors in Jinling have already come, but they are helpless about the old madam's condition …"
As soon as she finished speaking, there were hurried footsteps outside. Xue Baochai shook off the raindrops on her body and rushed in. She threw her raincoat aside and said concisely, "The doctor is here!"
Yuanyang looked back, but there was no one behind Xue Baochai. She said in surprise, "Young Mistress …"
At this moment, the sword in Xue Baochai's hand rose into the air. A faint purple light appeared on the sword, and it flew toward the old madam, "Get out of the way, let me see. Jin Yuanyang, stay away."
The sword could speak, which was already very scary, not to mention that it knew her. Yuanyang was shocked, "You … who are you? How do you know me?"
The sword's tone was a bit heavier, "Get out!"
… Why do you always yell at me?
Sister Yuanyang saw Xue Baochai's eyes and walked out aggrievedly. The sword floated in the air, and the light purple light continued to sprinkle on the old madam's body.
Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai walked forward. Sister Lin curiously asked, "Are you Aunt Lu?"
The sword spirit said angrily, "No!"
Sister Lin nodded, and then asked, "I see. Brother is trying to create a diversion. Anyway, he invited Lu Shu-jen, so it's the same no matter which one he invited. How did you come here?"
The sword spirit heard this and snorted heavily. Everyone could hear the sullenness and annoyance in her voice, "Your husband is really a good-for-nothing … When he went back and forth between Jinling and the Bai Family Castle, he controlled the Gold Orb Sacred Sword to make a long tunnel underground. He was originally very good at doing this. Ever since he got Bai Yuwei's Gold Orb Sacred Sword, he has become the ancestor of pangolins and groundhogs. That's how I came here."
She said indignantly, "F * ck, I feel like I've turned into an earthworm. I can even smell the soil …"
Xue Baochai heard this and her expression changed slightly, "Then the Bai Family Castle …"
Lu Shu-jen said indifferently, "He has already arranged everything. Since he said so and Xie Wei agreed, I came here … Aren't you doing the same thing?"
Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
"Hmm …" Suddenly, the sword spirit exclaimed in surprise, "How did this happen?"
Sister Bao was shocked. She was just about to ask for more details when the shouting outside suddenly became several times louder.
Lin Daiyu said indifferently, "They're here."
Xue Baochai asked, "Sister Lu, what did you just say?"
"The old lady's condition is very strange …" The sword spirit said, "Her body seems to be …"
At this moment, Jin Yuanyang jumped down from the roof and said anxiously, "Thieves … Thieves are coming this way!
They seem to know where we are! "
Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu's expressions froze at the same time. They looked at Jin Yuanyang with sharp eyes.
Jin Yuanyang was stunned at first, but then she shouted, "It's not me!"
"It's okay if it's you."
Lin Daiyu put the spear in her hand down and said, "Close the door. Stay there and don't come closer. Don't act rashly. We'll continue to wait."
Xue Baochai nodded, "Sister Lu, please continue."
Jin Yuanyang opened her eyes wide. The thieves were coming in an instant, but these two young madams were not anxious. They said that there were reinforcements coming … Were they so confident?
In the rainy night, Qing Wen was running.
It was impossible to say that she didn't regret it.
Third Miss clearly arranged for the evacuation. Naturally, she had her reasons. She only needed to listen to the arrangement and help to evacuate the crowd … Why did she sneak out?
She just felt that she couldn't just leave like this.
This was the home that the old lady had guarded for her whole life. If she just escaped like a swarm of bees and left this place to the bandits, everything would be in a mess. If it wasn't for the heavy rain tonight, she was afraid that those people would definitely set fire … Even if they didn't, everything would be in a mess because of them.
The old lady was originally in a coma. After escaping from the manor in such a sorry state, she wouldn't be able to return for a while. If she suddenly woke up and saw such a miserable scene, who knew how sad she would be … With her body's bones, she might not be able to hold on.
So at that time, she thought that no matter what, she had to bring something.
She had to bring something … At least, it would be a memento and a hope.
In the ancestral hall behind, the martyrs and heroes of the Jia Family were enshrined. So Qing Wen secretly came here. She thought that at least she had to bring something. Not too much, just the young master's memorial tablet would be enough. After the old lady woke up, she would at least have something to think about, have something to rely on … She knew that it would be useful. These years, the old lady would go to the ancestral hall almost every day to wipe the young master's armor and talk to him …
She thought that it would be good to bring the memorial tablet with her. She had to act quickly. The thieves outside hadn't come in yet. They could do it quickly and take it away very soon …
"Hey, where did this little girl come from?
Don't run … "
A frivolous voice came from behind. It was full of ridicule, complacency and some kind of … greed.
She knew what kind of desire was hidden in this voice.
But the other party's martial arts were very high. After two rounds, she understood. Her right arm was still aching. This was an enemy that she couldn't defeat, so she could only run.
The heavy rain poured down, and it was bone-chilling, causing her to shiver both physically and mentally.
How did things turn out like this?
It was impossible to say that she didn't regret it.
"Little girl, the Jia Family is finished. Why are you running?
Quickly stop and beg me for mercy. Answer a few of my questions. Looking at your beautiful appearance and clothes, you must have a high status in the Rongguo Residence, right?
Answer a few of my questions and I can let you follow me. At least you won't be ruined to death today … "
The person behind her chased with big strides, but his speed was neither fast nor slow. It was like a cat playing with a mouse. Qing Wen could only grit her teeth and run. She shouted as she ran, "Help!
Help! "
She shouted and rushed forward. In front of her was the ancestral hall. She had no other choice. She had been to the ancestral hall before and was very familiar with it. Now, she could only rely on the geographical advantage to hide …
She rushed all the way into the main hall.
"Where the f * ck is this?
Ancestral hall?
F * ck … Little girl, are you the young miss of the Jia Family?
Why, are you here to ask for the protection of your ancestors?
What a pity, what a pity, those dead ancestors of yours can't do anything. Otherwise, the Jia Family wouldn't have fallen into this state. Not only can they do nothing, but they also have to look on helplessly. Ha, they have never played like this before. Little girl, if you continue to run, I will fuck you in front of your ancestors! "
As he said this, he felt a ball of fire rising in his lower abdomen. It seemed that this was indeed a good way to play.
He stepped into the main hall of the ancestral hall and looked at the rows of memorial tablets. He snorted disdainfully. Martial artists had vigorous blood and Martial Spirits. How could they be afraid of ghosts in the netherworld?
He was about to search for the hiding place of the beautiful little girl when he suddenly heard a frightened cry. The voice was full of fear and disbelief, as if she had seen something terrible.
Next to him.
He turned his head and strode to the side. There were candles in front of him, and there was a curtain hanging on the door. Through the curtain, he saw a long leg and embroidered shoes. It seemed that the young lady had fallen on the ground.
Vigilance rose in his heart. He pressed the hilt of the saber at his waist. As he approached, he smiled and said, "Why, is there a memorial hall next to it?
Who is being worshipped inside? "
"It's me."
The curtain fell silently as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
It revealed what it was hiding.
In the side hall, the fire was bright.
He saw the little girl who had fallen on the ground. She raised her head as if she had turned into a statue.
He saw a person.
He was wearing a strange western-style white robe and had short hair. He just stood there and turned his head to look at him.
Not far from him, there was a set of armor.
There were sword marks all over, shining with cold light. There were also bloodstains that couldn't be wiped off, revealing a demonic evil spirit.
It was the armor of a hundred battles, engraved with countless deaths, victories, glory, and souls of the dead. Every inch of it was soaked with merits. This armor alone was a legend.
There was a person standing next to the armor. He was wearing a strange western-style robe and had short hair that was different from the Empire's hairstyle. His eyes were indifferent, and he looked very rebellious.
But in his eyes … it seemed that this armor was made for the person in front of him.
The armor was calling for its master.
If he was in Qing Wen's perspective, he could see a painting.
On the peak of the mountain, dark clouds, surrounded by thousands of soldiers, a man and armor stood on the peak of the mountain of corpses. The surrounding people responded. The sacred sword was shining, and the armor was dazzling. This was the light legend of the Great War of Heaven Yuan.
He was once the military chief of the Martial Arts Hall and the most famous soldier in the world.
He was now the number one in the world.