I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing frowned, but Qin Ziyi really looked like he did it conveniently, out of good intentions, he didn't think too much, but moved his body to the side uncomfortably.

Seeing these details from the corner of his eye, Qin Ziyi's eyes dimmed, but his expression remained unchanged.

Qi Jiao watched everything about the relationship between the two of them. She secretly squeezed the long whip in her hand, frowning just right. She was discussing with Qin Ziyi what she was about to face later.

Jiang Luoqing didn't pay attention to the turbulent undercurrent beside him, he yawned, blinked his eyes, stood up and stretched.

When he finished all this, he turned around and saw Qin Ziyi also standing up. Qi Jiao glanced at Jiang Luoqing, then turned and went back to the resting place of her own people.

Qin Ziyi no longer looked indifferent just now, looked at Jiang Luoqing with a gentle expression and said, "How do you feel now?"

Jiang Luoqing heard that there was something in his words, nodded and said, "It's okay, do you want to do it?"

Qin Ziyi nodded, twisted the hilt of his saber, and the hilt slowly opened.

Jiang Luoqing watched as Qin Ziyi pulled out the bamboo tube inside, then held it in his hand and pulled it away.

With a bang, the signal bomb exploded in the air.

Jiang Luoqing held the scimitar and lowered his eyes. As soon as the signal flare was sent out, the soldiers resting around opened their eyes one after another. Without saying a word, they stood up holding their weapons tightly. They looked in the direction of the capital, silently waiting for the enemy to come.

They came at a very fast speed. Not long after the signal flare was released, a group of people came one after another to confront Jiang Luoqing and the others.

When all the people were there, they rushed up without waiting.

With a cold face, Jiang Luoqing slashed across, and the two heads fell to the ground.

He is also picky about killing people, he only kills those members of the Scythe sect, because it is a cult, so he does it, but the rest are not, so he does not deal with people outside the cult, mostly directly knocking people unconscious.

Jiang Luoqing wandered among the crowd, sometimes with a knife in his hand and dropped a human head, sometimes he just knocked the person down, at first he was able to handle it with ease, but later it gradually became insufficient.

The number of opponents is still increasing, but their reinforcements have not yet arrived.

Jiang Luoqing frowned, raised his hand to block a long knife that was hacked by a man, pushed the knife away skillfully, kicked the man's knee, and after making people kneel down, he used the handle of the knife hard With a tap on the back of the man's neck, the man passed out.

Recently, his physique has been getting weaker and weaker, and the handle of the knife in his hand is already trembling a little.

Jiang Luoqing pursed her lips, and walked towards Qin Ziyi all the way, when passing by, a group of people fell down.

The rest of the people couldn't help but look at Jiang Luoqing with surprise, and then vaguely moved away from him.

Jiang Luoqing hurriedly said to Qin Ziyi with a calm expression: "The knife is sharp, you should help me first."

Qin Ziyi glanced at him, nodded decisively and said, "Okay."

Jiang Luoqing hid behind Qin Ziyi, tore off a piece of sleeve casually, and then wrapped the wrist and palm tightly with one end between his teeth. After doing this, his left and right hands finally stopped shaking.

He took two deep breaths, sweat slid down from his temples, and scratched across the small wounds on his face that were inadvertently opened, piercingly painful.

Jiang Luoqing took a light breath, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his face, and joined the battle again after recovering a little strength.

This battle didn't last long, but there were too many people who followed suit, like mountains of meat one after another, and they couldn't be killed.

Jiang Luoqing came to the back, with more and more wounds on his body, and his movements became more and more numb. He only relied on instinct to swing the scimitar, and the scimitar splattered blood in the early morning.

At this time, it was too late for him to distinguish which one was from the Lian faction, and he was very good at barely distinguishing himself.

The clothes all over his body were splattered with blood. Jiang Luoqing had never experienced a struggle that made him so numb.

He pursed his lips, blood spattered on his face, and unexpectedly tasted a bit of warm rust, which made him want to gag.

The reinforcements should have come quickly. When the sun peeked out from the clouds, there were fewer people around.

The feet were soaked in blood, and it looked like a Shura field.

The sound of horseshoes came at this time, Jiang Luoqing hooked his hand neatly and lightly, and the scimitar cut through that extremely fragile throat.

He was already exhausted at that time, and he only had time to see a group of people wearing uniforms hurrying over on horseback. Behind him was the surprised voice of Qin Ziyi's subordinates, "Master! Our men are here!"

Hearing these words, Jiang Luoqing's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she slowly slid down to the ground along the scimitar resting on the ground.

When he regained consciousness again, he was on a wide bed.

There are hollowed-out silver incense balls hanging on the bed curtain. The bed curtain has three layers, only the thinnest layer is left half down, and the rest are hooked up.

Jiang Luoqing was in pain all over, he frowned, sat up with his body propped up, and only then could he see the inside of the room clearly.

The inside of the room is relatively big, and compared to his room at home, it is not too much room, and the furnishings inside are a little more intelligent and lively than his room.

The window was opened, Jiang Luoqing looked at the sky by the window, the sun was slightly smoky today, the weather was good, it was almost noon.

Jiang Luoqing was wearing a middle coat, her hair was disheveled and her eyebrows were softened, as if she was about to disperse in the sun.

This is what Qin Ziyi saw when he brought people into the yard. Jiang Luoqing was arranged to live on the second floor by him. At this time, he had to look up if he wanted to see it. He felt strange, after all, he could see it from this angle. There are still very few people.