Allure of the World Chapter 108: The battle of the son-in-law

Endless killing gas roared out, and the thick blood was like a surging flood, surging over the entire Min Mountain.

Many people gathered around, and Lan Ling couldn't even tell who it was. There were piles of corpses piled up on the ground.

Ling Feng didn't seem to be Ling Chen's opponent, and gradually fell behind. Lan Ling stared at Ling Chen's Canglong sword slashing towards Ling Feng, and a long spear beside him was drawn, it was Lan Jingtian.

Lan Ling's heart tugged at her throat. She had been staring at Ling Chen and her father, Lan Jingtian.

She was afraid that any of them would have an accident, and she didn't even want Ling Feng to die. She stood there trembling, her heart as cold as winter.

Blue Sedum looks terrifying and presses step by step. Ling Chen didn't change his face, he responded calmly, the long sword in his hand protected the vitals around him, although Lan Jingtian was cold, he couldn't hurt Ling Chen.

At this time, there were more and more corpses on the ground, and more and more people in Lingfeng.

The swords of Zhang Li and Yang Que stabbed at Ling Chen at the same time, and Lan Ling threw out his Qiushui sword. Lan Ling remembered that the master said that if two people who use the Canglong Sword and Qiushui Sword have the same mind, the power of the sword will be doubled.

If that was the case, Lan Ling felt that the sword in her hand was as flexible and unusual as she had eyes. Normally, her swordsmanship could not even defend herself. At this time, together with Ling Chen, they forced the Wushan God Companion to retreat.

Ling Feng also joined in.

Gu Fan raised his sword and protected him.

The two sides are bloodthirsty, and the blood mist fills the sky. The rain did not stop.

At this time, the tragic war was beyond the imagination of both sides.

Ling Chen heard a muffled groan in front of him, he glanced at it and saw that Gu Fan was stabbed by Ling Feng, and blood splattered on Ling Chen's face.

Ling Chen was furious, clenched the long sword in his hand, screamed and stabbed towards Ling Feng!

Lan Jingtian swung his spear and blocked Ling Chen. Ling Chen leaned over and slashed, cutting off the front legs of Lan Jingtian's war horse. The horse neighed and the man on its back rolled down.

I heard an exclamation in my ears, it was Lan Ling's voice.

Ling Chen's sword edge was only an inch away from Lan Jingtian's head and neck, and suddenly stopped there abruptly!

Lan Jingtian seized the opportunity and stabbed Ling Chen's heart with the spear!

Lan Ling has already jumped over, "Father!" She screamed miserably.

Lan Jingtian paused with both hands, stabbing the spear on Ling Chen's chest, and stopped.

Lan Ling jumped over and knelt down in front of Lan Jingtian.

Sedum's spear is lowered slowly.

A loud shout sounded from behind, and a long sword was impartial, hitting Lan Jingtian's heart.

Lan Jingtian slowly fell on Lan Ling, who stumbled and fell to the ground.

Lan Jingtian held Lan Ling's arms with both hands, Lan Ling hugged him, "Father, father, don't scare me, father, you can't die, father..."

Lan Jingtian spat out a large blood clot in his mouth, his voice was hoarse, Lan Ling lay beside his mouth, listening to him whisper: "Linger, don't hate father, you know... know what I will always help Ning King?"

He gasped, "You, when you were going to marry Ling Chen, your father just... just found out that he was the one who killed the crown prince... but you have already taken away your reputation from him, You insisted on marrying him again.... being a father... so hid the truth.... I'm sorry for King Ning, I'm sorry for the late emperor.... I'm sorry for your mother..."

Lan Ling cried and couldn't breathe, a pain in his chest, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Chen stepped forward and hugged her, but she pushed her away.

"Linger, I have a request for my father. I'm sorry for your mother, and I didn't accompany her back to Moshan...Can you...can you bury me in Moshan...in your mother's tomb?"

Lan Ling nodded while crying, "Father, Min'er is still alive, and San Yiniang is also alive, don't die, okay? Go find them..."

Lan Jingtian smiled, "I know, they are not dead. Thank you..."

He paused, as if gathering strength, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to suddenly ease.

He held Lan Ling's hand tightly, his voice was loud, and he seemed to say to Lan Ling, but also to others: "Linger, it is worth dying on the battlefield for your father and horse. The enemy and us, only you live and die, nothing else, every war is full of corpses, so there is no love or hatred. Remember, remember.... Don't hate to kill the father who is the father, we, we are just, just for each other Its lord..."

"Father! Stop talking, I will save you, I will save you, but I have no life-saving Da Huan Pill, let's go to Moshan to find my master, father, stop talking..." Lan Lingda cry.

"No, in fact, as a father, I don't want to live for a long time. When the Lan family was destroyed, I didn't want to live as a father. Everything is like a cloud, and there is no love in my heart. Life is very lonely. Linger, you have to be good. of..."

Lanjingtian seemed to have used up all his strength, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, his face gradually relaxed, his brows stretched, as if he was relieved, and he lost his breath.

Whether it was someone from Ling Feng or someone from Ling Chen, they were shocked to hear that he told Lan Ling not to hold grudges against those who killed him. He used to be the grand marshal of Daxingguo. An interpretation of battlefield killing as a soldier who carries out orders.

Lanjingtian's words are actually for everyone.

Lan Ling hugged Lan Jingtian's corpse and cried loudly. The whole person was like a flower without water, and there was no trace of spiritual energy.

"Father, he promised me that he would not kill you, why, why? Why..."

Ling Chen hugged Lan Ling and was pushed away by Lan Ling.

"You promised me that I wouldn't kill him, why, why?..."

Lan Ling's face was filled with endless sadness.

Ling Chen withdrew the hand that touched her face, he was speechless.

Does he want to tell her that he has spared Lan Jingtian, and that he also ordered his life when he assigned the task? However, the battlefield was changing rapidly, and Lei Ze still killed Lan Jingtian. But he couldn't blame Razer.

Lan Jingtian held a spear and stabbed at him one second before, but the next second he put down his weapon because of Lan Ling. Lei Ze shot, excusable.

Huo Jingyun's face was ashen, he let out a long whistle, and his blunt sword threw a blue light, slashing over the surrounding enemies, he came over with his horse, and beat Lei Ze with his palm, he was a very calm person , "Didn't the emperor say to leave Lan Jingtian's life?"

Lei Ze was furious: "If I don't kill him, he will kill the emperor!"

Jiang Rui said on the side: "You fart, everyone can see that he has clearly put down his weapon!"

The rain hit Lan Ling's face, her wet hair sticking tightly to her face. Lan Ling was trembling all over, and could no longer feel a trace of warmth.

Lan Ling stared blankly at her father's face. She had never looked at him so closely. He died, at the hands of the man she loved the most.

She once said that if one day, he killed her father, or her father killed him, she would not be able to live. I didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

My father's words when he was dying made her feel deeply that he loved her. For Lan Ling's sake, he hid the truth of Ling Chen's assassination of the crown prince. If it wasn't for his hiding, the throne would still be unknown.

In order to atone for his sin, he desperately helped Lingfeng until he lost his life.

When he was dying, he didn't want Lan Lingji to hate the person who killed him, because the person who killed him was Ling Chen's.

Lan Ling thought of this, tears welling up.

Tian Minghu was beside Lan Ling, watching her delicate body sit in the cold rain with Lan Jingtian's body in his arms. For a moment, he wanted to hold her in his arms and shield her from the wind and rain.

The battle continues. It's still raining. The two sides are indistinguishable. There were more and more corpses on the ground, and both sides lost nearly half.