The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 857: The Northern Wing People Are Terribly Strong

Rong He made sarcastic remarks in his half-familiar Beiyi dialect, and Ma Chuyang responded in his half-familiar Wan dialect.

There were originally many Wan soldiers, and they did not have time to look up and take a closer look at who was hanging on the city wall.

After this reminder, they all went to see the corpse hanging on the city wall and were horrified.

The governor of Guicheng!

What a strong and bloodthirsty man he was! Now his head and body are torn apart!

Is it such a sloppy death?

When did the Northern Wing people become so brutal?

Ma Chuyang has always been good at winning people's hearts. Now that the knife has been handed to him, how can he let it go easily?

The young man was still frivolous and unruly, "Kneel down and call me grandpa! Damn Wan people! You didn't evolve well and you came out to embarrass yourself!"

Tang Xinghe spat out a mouthful of blood foam and laughed loudly, "How can we have such a beastly grandson!"

Ma Chuyang shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! What my brother Xinghe said is right! I burned down your governor's office. Look, the flames are still rising to the sky!"

In the distance, a red light flashed, which was the direction of the prefect's office.

The Wan people looked at the fire lighting up the sky, their eyes reddened.

I felt angry and even more afraid.

The people of Beiyi are so powerful! Once this thought came to my mind, my heart and hands started to tremble.

Considering that the prefect's office was heavily guarded, how did these young men manage to kill people inside, set fire to the office, and finally hang Wu Le's body on the city wall?

The knife in the Wan soldier's hand became limp.

Ma Chuyang cursed with a smile, but he did not stop and killed a few more Wan people who were staring at the fire in a daze.

The night wind rose, blowing the ropes on the city wall.

The corpse swayed in the wind.

Rong He didn't get the upper hand verbally. He looked at his brother's head with his eyes open and flew into a rage. His mouth twisted with anger, "Kill! Kill these Beiyi dogs!"

Ma Chuyang picked up a long sword dropped by a Wan soldier and drew a conceited arc in the night sky.

Where the knife tip passed, there were the wailing and blood of the Wan soldiers. He laughed arrogantly and unruly, "Come on! Grandpa will teach you how to be a man!"

In an instant, the eight Northern Wing men all had long swords in their hands.

Tang Xinghe shouted, "The geese fly across the sky, and the long sword shines on the cold snow."

The geese fly in formation, forming an inverted V-shape.

Eight figures moved suddenly, their swords flashed like snow, interweaving into a fierce killing net in the night.

The one at the forefront was still Tang Xinghe. He swept his long sword across, and blood splattered three feet wherever the blade went.

The will to fight was rekindled in his chest, and his wild laughter was transmitted in the night wind: "Let Wan thief see what a Beiyi man is like!"

Eight long swords clanged at the same time, and the sword light poured down like a galaxy, splitting the rushing Wan soldiers into a bloody wave.

The sound shook the whole area, and the cold light was stained with blood.

The sword formation suddenly closed together, the eight men became one, and they crossed each other in a flash, with waves of blood surging wherever the swords passed.

Sometimes it is a person character, sometimes it is a one character.

The torches of the Wan soldiers had formed a red tide, but the sharpness of the goose-shaped sword formation was even stronger.

I don’t know how long the battle lasted, and I don’t know how many people died.

The North Wing Vanguard's knife finally slowed down.

The blade was no longer sharp, and his breathing was as heavy as tearing silk. The hand holding the knife was cracked at the base, and blood and sweat flowed down.

The men of Beiyi are not made of iron, and their flesh and blood bodies will eventually be exhausted.

The Beiyi man standing at the end felt his knees weaken and he fell to the ground.

His back had already been hacked to pieces, with arrow and knife marks all over it, and the clotted blood scabs were soaked by the newly gushing hot blood.

He gripped the knife tightly, with the tip of the knife stuck in the soil, and held his body up so as not to fall.

A Beiyi man can die, but he cannot die on his knees. He supported himself on the hilt of the knife and slowly stood up.

Everyone heard the noise and turned to look at him.

Seeing that the bloody man under the moonlight was almost at the end, Tang Xinghe was heartbroken, tears rolled down his cheeks, he took a deep breath and shouted, "North Wing Tang Xinghe!"

To carve their names into this land.

"North Wing Ma Chuyang!"

"North Wing Yang Duanyue!"

"North Wing Forest Shattered Armor!"

"North Wing Jiang Feng!"

"North Wing Xie Yanchen!"

"North Wing Duan Kaiying!"

The last Beiyi man was already shaky, with his knees half bent and the tip of his knife resting on the ground. But he suddenly took a deep breath, veins popped up in his neck, and his roar exploded in the night sky, "Beiyi - Chi Yue!"

The hissing sound was louder than the voices of the Wan people and was even louder than the sound of war drums, startling the enemy soldiers in front of them and making them stop moving.

Chi Yue not only took a deep breath, but also gathered the last bit of blood in his body.

He swung his knife with his backhand, and the blade slashed upwards, cutting the nearest enemy soldier in two from the hip to the shoulder. Before the intestines and stomach hit the ground, the blood-stained knife light had already slashed towards the throat of the second man.

"Clang!" The sharp sound of weapons colliding.

"Puff!" The dull sound of the knife blade entering the flesh.

Chi Yue's knife was bent, but he used the back of the knife to smash the third enemy's facial bones. His knuckles had been torn, and the hand holding the knife was boneless, but his knuckles were still tightly gripping the handle as if cast iron.

While killing the enemies, Tang Xinghe turned his head to look at Chi Yue.

He shouted out the formation words again, and the formation turned into a defensive formation, in order to protect Chi Yue.

Chi Yue suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, but then he grinned, his red teeth glaring in the firelight.

"Vanguard... I'm going to leave first." Before he finished speaking, a scimitar suddenly attacked from the darkness, and the cold light went straight to the empty space under his armpit.

Tang Xinghe's pupils suddenly shrank, and the short blade in his right hand slipped out of his hand.

"Zheng!"

The short blade was launched later but arrived first, accurately deflecting the scimitar's trajectory. The blade grazed Chi Yue's body, and another piece of his bloody clothes was torn.

Chi Yue seemed unaware of anything, and instead took advantage of the situation to spin around, slashing the attacker's collarbone with the broken knife in his hand.

"Puchi!" The blade was stuck in the bone gap, but he didn't draw his knife. Instead, he rushed forward and hit the opponent's face with his forehead.

Chi Yue staggered back with a dull sound of his nasal bone breaking, with a half-broken arrow stuck in his chest.

It turned out that the attacker had broken an arrow and stabbed it into his heart when he was dying.

Chi Yue laughed loudly, spitting blood foam, then pulled out a broken arrow and threw it at the enemy group, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

Everyone was so shocked that they shouted, "Chi Yue!"

Chi Yue fell down and did not respond again.

Tang Xinghe said anxiously, "Chi Yue! Listen, what's that sound! Listen quickly!"

He wanted to wake up Chi Yue, and also wanted his companions to listen.

Three long and one short horn sounds!

Is it an auditory hallucination?

The crowd was listening too.

Chi Yue could no longer respond, but the moment he closed his eyes, he clearly heard three long and one short horn sounds.

The prince consort is here!

But he couldn't open his eyes and just wanted to fall into eternal sleep.

I'm so tired! So painful! I feel like my body is falling apart!

He heard Tang Xinghe shouting, "Chi Yue, hold on! Our master is here!"

Ma Chuyang was also shouting, "Chi Yue, don't sleep, hold on! The master is here to save us!"

Chi Yue secretly thought that in the eyes of the students at Yunqi Academy, the prince consort was more than just a "sir", he was clearly a god!

It’s the god coming on auspicious clouds!

But even God couldn't save him. Chi Yue tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

He gradually sank into darkness, and the sounds of fighting in his ears became increasingly distant, as if separated by a thick veil.

He felt like he was falling, but a smile was on his face.

"In the next life..." Chi Yue's Adam's apple rolled slightly, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth, "I will still be a Beiyi person."