Endless air of killing roared out, strong blood like a surging flood, surgingly covering the entire Minshan Mountain.

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

Ling Feng didn't seem to be Ling Chen's opponent, and gradually fell to the wind. Lan Ling looked at Ling Chen's Canglong Sword and slashed towards Ling Feng, and a long spear next to him was pulled over, it was Lan Jingtian.

Lan Ling's heart caught her throat, she had been staring at Ling Chen and father Lan Jingtian just now.

She was afraid of any of them, and she didn't even want Ling Feng to die. She stood there trembling, with a cold heart.

Lan Jingtian's face was terrifying, and he pressed on every step of the way. Ling Chen didn't change his face, and responded calmly, with a long sword in his hand protecting the vitals. Although Lan Jingtian was bitter, he couldn't hurt Ling Chen.

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

The swords of Zhang Li and Yang Que pierced Ling Chen at the same time, and Lan Ling threw out his Qiushui sword. Lan Ling remembered that the master said that if the two people who use the Canglong Sword and the Qiushui Sword are connected, the sword's power will double.

If that was the case, Lan Ling felt that the sword in her hand was as agile as if she had eyes. Normally, her swordsmanship could not even be self-defense. At this time, together with Ling Chen, he forced the Wushan priest both to retreat.

Ling Feng also joined in.

Gu Fanyang sword came over.

The two sides are bloodthirsty, with blood in the sky. The rain did not stop.

At this time, the fierceness of the war exceeded the imagination of both sides.

Ling Chen heard a muffled snort in front of him, he glanced, and saw that Gu Fan was stabbed by Ling Feng, and the blood broke Ling Chen's face.

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

Lan Jingtian waved his spear to block Ling Chen. Ling Chen leaned over and cut off the front legs of the Lan Jingtian horse. The horse neighed and the man on the horse rolled down.

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

Ling Chen Jianfeng was only a few inches away from Lan Jingtian's head and neck, and suddenly stopped there abruptly!

Lan Jingtian looked at the opportunity and pierced Ling Chen's heart with the spear in his hand!

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

Lan Jingtian paused with both hands, pierced Ling Chen's chest with a spear, and stopped.

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

Lan Sedum's spear slowly lowered.

There was a loud shout behind him, and a long sword was impartial, right in the heart of Lan Jingtian.

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

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

Lan Jingtian vomited a big mouthful of blood clots, his voice was hoarse, Lan Ling lay on his mouth, and listened to him in a low voice: "Ling'er, don't hate your father, you know...what do you know I will help King Ning?"

He gasped, "You, when you were going to marry Ling Chen, your father just... just found out that it was him who killed the prince... but you have been taken away by him, and you insist on I want to marry him... for the father... I hide the truth... I'm sorry King Ning, I'm sorry Emperor Xian... And I'm sorry your mother..."

Lan Ling couldn't breathe from crying, his chest cramped, and a mouthful of blood came out.

Ling Chen stepped forward to hug her and was pushed away by her.

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

Lan Ling cried and nodded, "Father, Min'er is still alive, and the third wife is alive too, don't you die, okay, you go find them..."

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

He paused, as if he was accumulating strength, the wrinkles on his face seemed to suddenly relax.

He held Lan Ling's hand tightly, and his voice was loud, as if he was saying to Lan Ling, or as if he was saying to someone else: "Ling'er, as his father, he lives on the battlefield and is worthy of death on the battlefield. Only you die and I live, there is nothing else. Every war is full of corpses, so there is no love, hate or hatred. Remember, remember... Don’t remember hatred and kill people who are fathers, we, we are just, we are our own... ..."

"Father! Don't say anything, I will save you, I will save you, but I don't have a life-saving repayment, let's go to Moshan to find my master, father, stop talking..." Lan Ling cried.

"No, in fact, for the father, I didn't want to live for a long time. The moment the Lan family destroyed the door, I didn't want to live for the father. Everything is like a cloud, and there is no love in my heart. Living is very lonely. Linger, you have to be well... ."

Lan Jingtian seemed to have exhausted all his strength, spit out a big mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, his face gradually relaxed, and his brows stretched as if he was relieved, and he lost his breath.

Whether it was Ling Feng’s people or Ling Chen’s people, they were shocked when they heard him tell Lan Ling not to hate those who killed him. He was once the Grand Marshal of Daxing Country. An interpretation of the killing on the battlefield by a soldier carrying out orders.

Lan Jingtian's remarks are actually for everyone.

Lan Ling hugged Lan Jingtian's corpse in a daze, crying, his whole person was like a flower lacking water, no trace of aura.

"Father, he promised me that he won't take your life, why, why is it like this? Why..."

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

"You promised me, promised me not to kill him, why, why?..."

There was endless sadness on Lan Ling's face.

Ling Chen's hand touching her face retracted, and he was speechless.

Does he want to tell her that he has let Lan Jingtian go, and that he also ordered his life to be kept when he arranged the task? But the battlefield changed rapidly, Lei Ze still killed Lan Jingtian. But he couldn't blame Reze.

Lan Jingtian held up his spear and pierced at him one second before, but only put down his weapon the next second because of Lan Ling. Lei Ze's shot was excusable.

Huo Jingyun's face was pale, he let out a long scream, and the blunt sword threw a blue light, and chopped down a piece of surrounding enemies. He hit the horse and overturned Lei Ze with his palm. He was an extremely calm person. Didn’t you say that Lan Jingtian’s life was left behind?"

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

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

The rain hit Lan Ling's face, and his wet hair clung to his face. Lan Ling trembled all over, and could no longer feel a trace of warmth.

Lan Ling looked at his father's face blankly, she had never seen him so close. He died, in 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 survive. Unexpectedly, this day would come so fast.

When her father was dying, she deeply felt that he loved her. For the sake of Lan Ling, he hid the truth about Ling Chen's assassination of the prince. If it weren't for his hiding, the throne would still not know who owned it.

In order to redeem his sins, he desperately helped Ling Feng until he died.

He didn't want Lan Ling to hate the person who killed him before he died, because the person who killed him was Ling Chen's.

Thinking of this, Lan Ling burst into tears.

Tian Ming was guarding Lan Ling, watching her fragile body holding Lan Jingtian's body sitting in the cold rain. For a moment, he wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her from the wind and rain.

The battle continues. The rain is still falling. The two sides are equally divided. There are more and more corpses on the ground, and both sides lose nearly half.