Chapter 6123

“Come on!”
He roared angrily, holding the Qingyun Sword, and rushed up again!
The sword light flashed, and blood splattered.
He pierced the heart of a warrior guard with one sword and slapped a temple soldier with another palm.
But the injuries on his body were too serious.
Too much blood was lost, the breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the movements were getting slower and slower.
Finally, the white-haired old man caught up.
His eyes were cold, he had no emotion, and he slapped it hard with a palm, hitting Chen Tiangang’s heart!
“Poof——!”
Chen Tiangang spat out a large mouthful of blood, threw his body forward, fell heavily to the ground, and could no longer get up.
“Father!”
Chen Wanqing cried and shouted, wanting to rush back like crazy.
Chen Tiangang used his last strength to turn his head with difficulty and looked at her, his voice so weak that he could hardly hear it: “Let’s go…… Hurry up…… Go to Chen Ping…… Tell him …… Is it Dad who is sorry for him…… Is it my father’s fault…… Let him …… Protect you……”
He paused, a trace of deep pain, remorse and despair flashing in his eyes.
“And …… Tell the Chen family to …… ancestors It’s me, Chen Tiangang…… Incompetent…… I ruined the Chen family’s eternal foundation…… I …… I regret it…… I really regret it……”
His voice became weaker and softer.
Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.
The body has completely lost its vitality.
The head of the Chen family, Chen Tiangang, fell.
“Father!!”
Chen Wanqing’s cry, mournful and desperate, resounded throughout the night sky, heart-wrenching.
Wu Lingyun walked slowly to Chen Tiangang’s body, kicked him disdainfully, confirmed that he was completely dead, and then slowly raised his head and looked at Chen Wanqing not far away.
In his eyes, the lewd and greedy light flashed again.
“Miss Chen, your father is dead, and the Chen family is over. Now, you are my person.
He waved his hand and shouted sharply: “Chase! If you want to see people, you want to see corpses when you die! Don’t let her run away!
Chen Wanqing looked at her father’s cold corpse, the blood of the people all over the place, and the Chen Mansion, which had turned into a purgatory on earth, and her heart was full of endless pain, hatred and despair.
She knew.
Chen family, it’s over.
The millennium foundation was destroyed in an instant.
She gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain in her heart, turned around and rushed into the boundless night, running wildly.
Behind him, Wu Lingyun led a large number of pursuers, chasing relentlessly, shouting killing to the sky.
“Chen Wanqing! You can’t run away! Be obedient and catch it!
“Chase! She’s injured and can’t run far!
Chen Wanqing ran desperately, ran desperately, and ran desperately.
Tears flowed wantonly on her face, dried by the wind, and gushed out again.
But she didn’t dare to stop.
Don’t dare to stop a step.
Stop, you die.
Stop, I am sorry for my father’s sacrifice, for the efforts of the elders, and for all the clansmen who died to protect her.
She must live.
She must find Chen Ping.
The night is getting darker and darker.
Chen Wanqing ran wildly in the deserted mountains and forests.
The wound on her back, bleeding non-stop, stained her clothes red.
His calf was also scratched by a stone while fleeing, and with every step he ran, there was a piercing pain.
But she didn’t dare to stop.
She clearly knew that Wu Lingyun and those pursuers must be behind her, chasing relentlessly.
She closed her eyes and sensed the dragon lock collar that was originally worn on Chen Ping and later taken away by him.
There is a faint connection between the collar and her.
Over there.
Direction of the moor.
Chen Ping, in that direction.
She gritted her teeth, ignoring the severe pain in her body and the despair in her heart, and sped up again, running in the direction of the wasteland.
Behind him, the fire flickered and got closer and closer.
The sound of shouting and chasing is becoming clearer and clearer.
But she didn’t look back.
Not once.
She just kept running, running all the time, in the direction where Chen Ping was, towards the only hope.
Dawn is approaching, and there is a faint white of fish belly on the edge of the sky.
The wasteland is already in sight.
Chen Wanqing was desperate and rushed into the vast wasteland.
Behind him, Wu Lingyun led the pursuers, still chasing relentlessly, and his voice was fierce: “Chen Wanqing!” You can’t run away! The wasteland is your burial place!
Chen Wanqing still didn’t look back.
She just kept running, running all the time, in the direction of the collar induction, towards the only light in her heart.