Chapter 63 Graveyard capture

About an hour ago, seven of Du Cheng's men were slashed and killed, and the remaining four were just doing the last dying resistance. Ling Tianhong was also seriously injured, especially Ma Yingjie's sword was stabbed in the chest and fell to the ground.

At this time, Nangong Ming, Wang Yue and others were also injured, but they could barely support it. They sat in the grass and watched the brothers continue to fight, but they suffered from injuries and were unable to help them. They could only watch them struggling to kill.

Ling Tianhong did underestimate the strength of Du Cheng's group. If he had known this, he would have let Mu Yuchen and the other five people stay and help, and his brothers would not have been injured like this.

Du Cheng narrowed his small eyes and stared coldly at Ling Tianhong, speculating who he was. Although he was covered, he could also observe that he was about twenty-five years old, and his martial arts skills were very good. If he hadn't occupied his internal strength than him, he would have been defeated.

Ling Tianhong looked at Du Chengzheng staring at him coldly. If he didn't want to catch him alive, he had to control his moves so as not to hurt his life. He would not be entangled with him like this and directly killed him. Now in order to save his life, other brothers have been seriously injured.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He couldn't help but secretly raise his internal strength, but he did not condense the power of Dragon Ball. He was afraid that he could not explain to the emperor if he was killed, and he could not get the military charm.

After Ling Tianhong traveled to Dantian for a week, he went forward with a long sword and split Du Cheng.

Du Cheng saw that he seemed to be a little anxious. He couldn't help laughing and secretly saying that the young man was not calm enough. I will send you on the road today. Then he raised his knife with both hands and took the sword, and his wrist was suddenly numb and retreated two steps. He was very surprised that this guy suddenly became so strong. Is it possible before...

When Ling Tianhong saw that he took two steps back, he snorted coldly and suddenly moved to his side like lightning, and a sword hit his shoulder. When Du Cheng reacted, he was not in a hurry to avoid it, so he had to carry a knife to resist, and the swords and hardened against Ling Tianhong's sword; and this sword strength was not small, Du Cheng took a few steps back against him. Then Du Cheng jumped up and retreated vigorously.

Ling Tianhong changed his moves and pressed straight up, and the long sword in his hand danced fiercely and powerfully, making bursts of swords; his movements also became agile and fast, and his moves were also unpredictable, and the sword light flew and pressed Du Cheng step by step.

Du Cheng saw that his moves had been changed, and his technique was erratic and unpredictable. He had no way to fight for a while, so he had to fight desperately.

With a sword split and being cut away by him, Ling Tianhong took the opportunity to jump up and kick out again. He raised his hand to resist, but he didn't know that Ling Tianhong had increased his strength by two, so he couldn't help shouting.

Then Ling Tianhong kicked out the other foot with another rotation in the air. Du Cheng had no choice but to resist with the other hand. Don't let Ling Tianhong take a few steps back in the pain of his wrist.

Du Cheng was shocked that the man was very different before and after, and his moves were completely different. He turned around and covered his wrists to escape, but Ling Tianhong jumped up and fell in front of him, blocking his way.

Seeing this scene, Du Cheng stepped back two steps and quickly wanted to escape to the side. Ling Tianhong jumped in front of him on the grass and blocked his way.

Du Cheng couldn't help sighing. This man's martial arts skills are unfathomable and light skills. It seems that he can't escape bad luck today. Since he can't escape, he simply struggled to death.

The big knife waved its eyes and burst into a fierce light. Every knife was extremely powerful. Ling Tianhong couldn't help but deal with it carefully, and the pace under his feet also became light and agile. From afar, it was like flying on the grass, which was really beautiful.

After Shangguan Feihong and others solved the last one, they saw that Ling Tianhong seemed to be able to deal with Du Cheng, so they went to check the injuries of the brothers. Except for Changsun, all of them suffered different degrees of injury. The most serious thing was that Ma Yingjie's sword hit his chest. I'm afraid he couldn't do it. The blood couldn't stop flowing, and his face was gray. Silk, breathless at any time.

Changsun Yu squatted and tore off a piece of cloth from his body and covered Ma Yingjie's chest. The blood still kept oozing out. The blood stained the cloth on his hand. He looked anxiously at the blood flowing out, and his hands covering the cloth were trembling: "What's wrong with Shangguan?"

Shangguan Feihong frowned and shook his head sadly: "I'm afraid it's stabbing the central pulse. Look at him. I'll help the commander deal with General Du and see if the commander can do anything."

"Well, speed up, I'm afraid it will be supported for a while." Changsun looked at Ma Yingjie's closed eyes. His face was like ashes, and his heart was very uncomfortable. These brothers have been together for so long. Now looking at the passage of his life little by little, tears can't help but come out.

Although the man did not shed tears, he did not go to the sad place; the injured brothers sat around Ma Yingjie and looked at him sadly, all looking like they were about to cry.

Du Cheng has only the ability to fight against Ling Tianhong and has no power to fight back. Looking at another person, he was really shocked.

Two people hit him left and right. Du Cheng was really unable to fight back. He couldn't run away, so he had to try his best to fight.

Two swords attacked him alone. Shangguan Feihong stabbed his left shoulder with a sword, and he hurriedly raised his knife to resist. With Shangguan's kick, he only avoided Shangguan's attack, but he could not avoid Ling Tianhong's moves. Ling Tianhong patted his back with a sword, forcing him to subconsciously stretch out his left hand to touch the pain.

Ling Tianhong took advantage of this kick to kick the back of his knee, making him immediately kneel to the ground, and the sword flashed coldly on his neck.

Du Cheng stood up and sighed deeply. He turned his head and looked at Ling Tianhong with a sword across his neck: "Who are you?"

Ling Tianhong looked at him indifferently and ignored him.

Shangguan Feihong tied Du Cheng tightly with a rope, pushed him to Fu Haoxuan and others, and stared at him fiercely: "Stay honest, or I will break your hamstrings."

Ling Tianhong squatted down and tore the clothes on Ma Yingjie's chest. Changsun took the blood cloth off the center of the wound. The blood no longer flowed out, and Ma Yingjie's face was pale without blood. He reached out and rolled over his eyelids, and then touched the pulse on his neck. There was no sign of life.

He shook his head and stood up: "He has gone. Bury him well!" He stood up and took out the trauma medicine in his arms and applied it to others.

"Master, Ma Yingjie..." Fu Haoxuan looked at the master who was drugging him with a heavy heart.

Ling Tianhong nodded and wrapped him with good medicine: "If your arm is one inch higher, it will be useless. It's really lucky. Pay more attention."

"Oh... Master, don't worry, I will pay attention to it.

He turned his head and walked to Wang Yue, who was sitting on the ground. He looked sadly at Shangguan Feihong and Changsun Yu digging a pit. He gently wiped his tears and sucked his nose: "Ma Yingjie just left like this..."

Ling Tianhong patted him on the shoulder, squatted down and tore the trousers on his left leg. The blood had dried up and solidified. A long knife mark was deep in his thigh. The meat on the wound turned out, and blood flowed out with a light touch. Ling Tianhong looked at the wound and felt really distressed: "For good, I didn't hurt the bone, but such a deep scar is not easy. You should pay more attention to apply this medicine first, and then change it for you when I go back and get some elixirs from my father-in-law.

"Thank you, Commander." Wang Chao looked at Ling Tianhong, who drugged him. He was a good leader, but although he didn't say much to his brothers, he was as close as a brother.

"I'm going to bandage you. If you don't tie it tightly, you can't walk. It will hurt a little if you put up with it." Ling Tianhong slowly wrapped the cloth around his wound, and then tied it up again and again.

Wang Yue grinned painfully but did not hum. Ling Tianhong looked at him and said, "Can it work?"

"No problem, it's just a skin injury." Wang Yue bit his face but his face was twitching. The brothers were all tough men, and no one was a bastard.

Wu Dayu's injury was the lightest. He looked at Du Cheng and saw Ling Tianhong walking towards him: "I'm fine. Look at the other brothers!"

"How can it be all right? Look, the blood on your hands is still dripping. Ling Tianhong tore the clothes on his arm. It was really nothing serious. It seemed that he was scratched by the sword, but the wound in the skin was not deep.

After digging the pit, Ma Yingjie was buried, and the tomb was piled up together. Ling Tianhong cut a piece of wood with a knife to flatten the surface, cut his fingers and wrote a few big words of Ma Yingjie's tomb with blood; all the brothers bowed three times in front of the grave.

Then Ling Tianhong, Shangguan Feihong and Chang Sun Yu carried all the bodies of Du Cheng's men to the dense grass beside them and hid them. Large areas of blood on the ground were also cut by weeds to cover them, and large areas of grass stained with blood were also split and hidden by them. At a glance, there was only one more one not far away from Mrs. Du's tomb. A new grave.

After sorting out, Shangguan Feihong pulled out the horses in the forest, helped the injured brother on the horse, and then tied Du Cheng to the horse. Then he took the path and ran towards the nearest city and did not return to the town.

Returning to the city in the dark, Ling Tianhong blindfolded Du Cheng's eyes, found the foothold of the bodyguards, and rested in it for two days. Ling Tianhong took the opportunity to attract his father-in-law, the Dragon King, to ask for the magic medicine of the Dragon Palace, and put medicine for the seriously injured brothers, and some left for later use.

After two days of rest, everyone was free to move, so he got a carriage and hid Du Cheng in the carriage. Several brothers watched and rushed to the capital. Ling Tianhong wanted to hand over General Du to the emperor for disposal.

And Du Cheng still doesn't know who he has fallen into whose hands he has fallen into, and he doesn't pay attention to them. Even if he asks dry his mouth, no one will pay attention to him. Therefore, he is quiet all the way and can't find a chance to escape, so he has to let these people take him to places he doesn't know.

The carriage finally stopped after a few days of bumping. Du Cheng was pushed out of the carriage, and Ling Tianhong tore off the cloth he was blindfolded. Du Cheng couldn't adapt to the light for a moment, and he couldn't see the scenery in front of him, so he had to blink his eyes and slowly adapt.

"Your Majesty, General Du Weichen has brought it to you, and we have lost a brother." Ling Tianhong bowed and bowed his head.

"Thank you for your hard work, Aiqing." Yang Jian came out from behind the table: "Xiao Liuzi took these bodyguards down to have a good rest and reward them."

"Yes, your Majesty." Xiao Liuzi's strange response.

"Come on, take General Du down. I will judge him tomorrow. At this time, don't let others know." Yang Jian took a look at General Du, who had not yet adapted.

He was shocked to hear the emperor's voice and shouted repeatedly, "Your Majesty... The emperor..."

"Bear him down and retry tomorrow." Yang Jian waved his hand impatiently.