Jing Yi gripped his sword.
With a loud roar, he charged forward.
Jing Rong blocked his first strike.
With a loud roar, he charged forward.
The two weapons clashed, producing an ear-piercing sound. The glint of the blade and the shadow of the sword flashed in front of everyone's eyes. A murderous aura permeated the stormy night.
The two figures attacked and defended, fighting fiercely in the rain. Every strike was fatal, but neither had the upper hand.
If it weren't for Jing Rong's order that no one was allowed to interfere, Jing Yi would have become a meat patty by now.
At this moment, the thunder roared, and the rain grew heavier.
Countless pairs of eyes watched the battle between Jing Rong and Jing Yi. The latter raised his sword and every strike was deadly, while the former wasn't a weakling. Neither of them had the upper hand.
Jing Yi pushed off the ground with the tip of his foot, and his body soared into the air. The sword in his hand moved like a motor, stabbing towards Jing Rong. Jing Rong immediately held his sword horizontally in front of his hand, blocking the incoming sword. However, the force behind the blow was too great, and he was forced to retreat several meters before he steadied himself.
The two swords were locked in a stalemate.
One attacked!
The other defended!
"Jing Rong." Ji Yunshu called out softly. She was about to rush over, but she immediately restrained herself. She knew very well that bystanders were not allowed to interfere in a battle between men.
In short, it was either death or injury.
In the rain, the two continued to be locked in a stalemate. In the darkness, there was a hidden force.
Jing Yi's eyes seemed to be bloodshot. His brows furrowed, and his nostrils flared.
Suddenly —
Jing Rong leaned to the side and dodged to the side. Jing Yi followed the momentum of his attack and pounced forward. The next moment, his arm was stabbed. His grip loosened and the sharp sword fell to the ground.
"Clang!" The sharp sword hit the ground, splashing raindrops.
Jing Yi suddenly turned around. Before he could react, a sharp sword was already in front of his eyes. Just a little more, and he would have lost his life.
"You lost!" Jing Rong raised his sword and stood in front of him. Rainwater dripped down from his hair, the tip of his nose, and his chin … rapidly dripping down.
"You cheated!"
"A loss is a loss, there's no need to find excuses."
Right now, Jing Yi was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. His arm was cut and fresh blood flowed out, dying his wet clothes red. The blood dripped from his fingertips into the muddy rainwater on the ground.
It was a sea of red!
He was battered and exhausted!
"Kill me if you have the ability."
"There's no need for me to kill you. Father won't let you off for the crimes you've committed."
Jing Yi sneered. "Jing Rong, if I die, you'll never know where that fool is."
Ugh!
Yes, he still had one last chess piece.
Jing Rong was startled, and the sword in his hand trembled.
"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you right now."
"Then give it a try."
Jing Rong really wanted to kill him right there and then, but he couldn't ignore Wei Yi.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu rushed over anxiously. "Where is Wei Yi?"
The voice passed through the drizzle and was somewhat indistinct.
"You want to know? Fine, let me go. As long as I leave the capital safely, he will be safe and sound. " Jing Yi thought, 'As long as there's life, there's hope. As long as I'm not dead, there's still a chance for him to start over.'
Ji Yunshu only wanted Wei Yi to be safe and didn't care about anything else. She turned to Jing Rong and said, "Let him go."
Pleading.
But Jing Rong was hesitant. If he really let Jing Yi go, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. Just as Jing Rong let down his guard, Jing Yi suddenly pounced forward and grabbed Jing Rong's wrist. With a forceful slap, he snatched the sword from Jing Rong's hand. In the next moment, he quickly grabbed Ji Yunshu's shoulders from behind and pressed the sword against her neck.
Ugh!
Immediately, the soldiers unsheathed their swords and surrounded Jing Yi.
"You dare!" Jing Rong roared.
Jing Yi said, "Tell your men to get out of the way. If I can't leave the capital alive, I'll take your woman with me to the Yellow Springs. And that fool will also die without a burial."
"If you hurt her, I'll tear you into a thousand pieces."
"Fine!" Jing Yi raised his sword and slashed outwards. The sword cut a thin wound on Ji Yunshu's neck.
Blood mixed with the rainwater and flowed down the river.
"Ugh!"
Ji Yunshu's neck tightened and she couldn't help but frown.
It hurts!
Seeing this, Jing Rong ordered, "Everyone, get out of the way. Let him go."
His voice seemed to penetrate the entire palace.
The soldiers stepped aside and made a path for him.
Jing Yi said, "Prepare a carriage."
"Yes."
"Your men are not allowed to follow."
"Yes."
Jing Rong complied.
Thus, Jing Yi dragged Ji Yunshu through the crowd and slowly moved towards the exit of the palace.
Jing Rong followed closely behind, his eagle-like eyes filled with a monstrous killing intent.
But he tried his best to restrain himself.
Logic told him that he couldn't afford to lose this woman who was more important than his own life.
As Jing Yi dragged Ji Yunshu away, he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. If I can leave the capital alive, I won't hurt you. You'll be useful to me in the future."
Ji Yunshu held her breath. "If you hurt Wei Yi, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."
"As long as I can leave the capital safely, that fool will be of no use to me."
"That better be the case."
The two of them walked from Fuyang Hall to the palace gates.
They were about to leave the palace.
The carriage had already been prepared and was waiting outside.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps …
They were about to leave the palace.
Suddenly …
"Shu 'er!" A voice came from afar.
Huh?
Even with the sound of the rain ringing in her ears, Ji Yunshu could still hear the familiar voice.
She turned to look and saw Wei Yi standing in the rain. His body was drenched in sweat.
Even if his robes were filthy and his hair messy, his bright eyes were like the warm sun in winter, illuminating Ji Yunshu's heart.
"Wei Yi?"
Ji Yunshu's eyes were wet with emotion, and a smile gradually appeared on her lips.
Reuniting after such a long time felt like coming back to life!
Their gazes intertwined with each other, separated by a distance of ten meters.
At that moment, Jing Yi knew that he had no way out. Wei Yi's appearance meant that he didn't have long to live.
As expected, archers had already been deployed around the city walls.
There was no longer any desire to live in his cruel eyes. What was left was a thick killing intent. He whispered into Ji Yunshu's ear.
"We'll meet on the road to hell."
As he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and slashed at Ji Yunshu's neck.
A sharp wound was instantly cut open, and fresh blood seeped out of it.
Pain!
It was like being burned by a raging inferno!
"Shu 'er!" Wei Yi shouted, his eyes wide open. His face was deathly pale, and he frantically ran towards her.
Ji Yunshu didn't remember how she broke free from Jing Yi's grasp. The moment her body was released, she fell to the cold ground like a piece of paper.
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