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Chapitre 52

"Then come on!" Yelü Ying roared and flew towards Jin Xuan.

Under the moonlight, the figures in green and yellow rose and fell, their forms becoming increasingly indistinct as the fight progressed, as if they had merged into one. All that could be heard was the roar of dragons, while all that could be seen were clusters of burning flames. The figures in green and yellow were no longer visible. The two men's profound inner strength and sharp sword energy attacked each other relentlessly, but each attack was dodged. The surrounding broken rocks and rubble, already severely damaged, suffered the most damage, as if they were being bombarded by a series of bombs.

"Bang..." Yelü Ying's sword struck a large stone tablet, which then crashed down, about to hit the stone steps where Ao Jun was lying. However, Yelü Ying was only focused on killing Ouyang Jinxuan and did not notice this, still thrusting his sword at Jinxuan.

Jin Xuan, who was constantly worried about Ao Jun, saw it immediately. Ignoring Yelü Ying's fierce attack, he flew over and used all his strength to split the large rock in two with his sword. By the time he turned around to fight again, Yelü Ying's sword had already pierced his chest, penetrating deeply and causing him to stagger back several steps. Before Yelü Ying could pull his sword out, Jin Xuan struck Yelü Ying with a palm strike. In an instant, both of them roared and separated.

Clearly, Jinxuan was much more seriously injured than Yelü Ying. He pressed his left hand to his chest, and blood kept flowing from between his fingers, covering the ground. He was too weak to stand up and could only use his right hand to hold his sword to support his body, kneeling on the ground.

Although Yelü Ying was also seriously injured, he was in much better condition than Jin Xuan. At least he could stand up and walked step by step toward Jin Xuan. When he was about ten steps away from Jin Xuan, he stopped, pointed the Fire Cloud Sword at Jin Xuan, and laughed evilly, "Haha... Ouyang Jin Xuan, in the end, I, Yelü Ying, still win. Cough... Ouyang Jin Xuan, prepare to die!" The Fire Cloud Sword pierced straight toward Jin Xuan.

But Jin Xuan could only watch helplessly as the sword drew ever closer, unable to move an inch. Was he, Ouyang Jin Xuan, truly going to perish here today? He hadn't even seen Yu Qing one last time, hadn't even witnessed the birth of her and his brother's first child! He... he hadn't even confessed his feelings to the army! Long Xuan's 100,000-strong army was still waiting for him to bring the emperor back! He was unwilling! He was unwilling to leave like this, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

He took one last deep look at the unconscious Ao Jun, then closed his eyes, waiting for Yelü Ying's fatal sword strike.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Just as Yelü Ying's sword was about to pierce Jin Xuan, an anxious voice broke through the air, followed by several "clanging" sounds, and two figures quickly appeared in front of Jin Xuan.

The Strategist and the Princess: Battlefield Chapter 45 - I am a woman!

"Your Highness, be careful!" Just as Yelü Ying's sword was about to pierce Jin Xuan, an anxious voice broke through the air, followed by several "clanging" sounds, and two figures quickly blocked Jin Xuan's path.

Yelü Ying stood a few steps away, sword in hand, coldly staring at the man and woman who had suddenly appeared. The man seemed to be a general in the Longxuan Camp, with good martial arts skills. He didn't know who the woman was, but judging from the silver needles she had just used, her martial arts skills were not weak. At this moment, after several battles, he was already seriously injured, and he was afraid that he could not fight her head-on. A surge of emotions surged within him, and blood flowed from his mouth again.

Turning his head, he glanced at Jun, who was lying quietly on the stone steps. Her face was bloodless, and it would be too late if she wasn't treated soon. With a determined look, he said, "Ouyang Jinxuan, I'll let you off the hook for now."

"Ziqi?" Jinxuan called out in confusion. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two people holding swords standing in front of him. He was sure that the man in armor was Ziqi, but why was he here?

"Your Highness." Upon hearing Jin Xuan's call, Wei Ziqi immediately turned around, knelt down, and said respectfully.

"Jun..." Jin Xuan ignored Wei Ziqi and shouted, because he saw Yelü Ying pick up Jun and fly away while they weren't paying attention. His weak body suddenly stood up, holding the Dragon Roar Sword, and was about to chase after him, but he only took a few steps before collapsing weakly.

Hearing the prince shout behind him, Wei Ziqi was startled. Right, where is Jun? How is Jun? He quickly turned around, only to see Yelü Ying carrying a person dressed in white as he flew away. Although he couldn't see who the person was, based on what the prince had just said, it must be Jun. Why did Yelü Ying take Jun away?

He turned to chase after him, but saw the prince collapse. He quickly helped him up and, seeing Jinxuan's pale face, was startled and asked in alarm, "Your Highness, how are you?"

Before Jinxuan could answer, a woman's voice came: "Besides being stabbed, he also suffered severe internal injuries. He was also too excited just now, which caused his blood and qi to be out of balance. He's in great danger." Her nonchalant tone was completely at odds with what she was saying.

Upon hearing the voice, Jinxuan raised his head and opened his eyes with difficulty to see the woman who had just appeared with Ziqi. How could it be her? He was too weak to speak. He was exhausted, his whole body felt completely drained. But he couldn't sleep; he still had to go save Jun!

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" The woman touched her face and said rudely. Was this prince so badly injured that he had gone mad?

"Huang Ying, how dare you speak to the Prince like that?" Wei Ziqi roared angrily at Huang Ying, daring to be disrespectful to the Prince. Indeed, the woman who came with him was Huang Ying, the goddess physician of the Huang Pavilion of the Holy Immortal Sect.

"Hey, Wei Ziqi, what's wrong with me talking like this? I'm not talking to you, why are you getting angry?" Huang Ying wasn't one to back down either, and she retorted without any politeness. She disliked these emperors and princes; even speaking to them was such a hassle. If it weren't for the fact that she found this prince somewhat agreeable, she wouldn't bother with them at all!

"You..." Wei Ziqi was speechless for a moment. He knew Huang Ying's character all too well, but he just couldn't stand her rudeness towards the prince. He wondered if the two of them had some kind of grudge in their past lives, because they always argued whenever they met, and every time, he was the one who lost.

"What do you mean, 'you'? If you keep going like that, your prince will die!" Huang Ying retorted without any politeness, then glanced sideways at Jin Xuan, who was becoming increasingly weak.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Wei Ziqi called out anxiously several times when he saw that the prince seemed to be on the verge of death. He then looked up at Huang Ying and urged, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and treat the prince!"

"Why are you being so fierce? How can you treat someone here?" Huang Ying rolled her eyes at Wei Ziqi and retorted impatiently, as if to say, "Even if you don't know anything, you should at least have some common sense, okay?"

Wei Ziqi looked around and realized it was definitely not a suitable place for treatment. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, as well as burning fires, and a chilling wind was blowing. How terrifying! What just happened here?

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about at a time like this?" Huang Ying smacked Wei Ziqi on the head, who was suddenly lost in thought, and shouted. What a blockhead, still daydreaming at a time like this.

Wei Ziqi winced in pain, turned around, and glared at Huang Ying. Huang Ying glared back at him just as fiercely. In the end, Wei Ziqi surrendered, since the prince's life was still in her hands! He could only awkwardly say, "Let's quickly take the prince back to camp for treatment!"

Huang Ying nodded, ceasing her argument with Wei Ziqi. As a doctor, she felt a parent's heart; she should heal the prince first before settling scores with Wei Ziqi.

The two of them tried to help Jinxuan back, but Jinxuan, clinging to his last bit of consciousness, raised his hand and mumbled, "No... I... want... to save... Jun... Jun..." As he spoke, his hand slowly drooped, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he could no longer hold on. His eyes closed, and he fell into darkness.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Wei Ziqi's expression changed, and he shouted anxiously.

"Stop yelling, he just fainted, why are you shouting so loudly!" Huang Ying picked at her ear, glanced at Wei Ziqi, and said helplessly, while stuffing a pill into Jin Xuan's mouth.

"What did you feed the prince?" Wei Ziqi asked Huang Ying warily.

Huang Ying snorted and said, "Hmph, don't worry, it's not poison, it won't kill your prince. Although I stopped his bleeding, his injuries are too severe. This pill is one I carefully made, it can temporarily protect his heart meridian." After saying that, she also glared at Wei Ziqi.

Wei Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief and stopped paying attention to Huang Ying's attitude. Instead, he bowed to Huang Ying for the first time and said, "Miss Huang, please take the prince back to camp for treatment as soon as possible." He stood up and started to walk forward.

Huang Ying was taken aback by Wei Ziqi's attitude before she came to her senses and asked in confusion, "Wait, where are you going?" Strange, what could be so important that he would leave behind the prince he admired?

Wei Ziqi frowned and said, "I have to go save Jun. She has been captured by Yelü Ying. I don't know how he will torture her." He turned around and was about to use his lightness skill to chase after her.

Seeing this, Huang Ying quickly grabbed Wei Ziqi's sleeve and said, "Hey, are you trying to just dump the prince on me like this? Let me tell you! I can't move a grown man like the prince. If you don't want your prince to die here, then you'd better leave!"

"You call me 'Lord' so affectionately, and you even abandoned the Prince to try and rescue people from the Cangliao army camp, risking your life. Does that 'Lord' hold such a heavy place in your heart? More important than your own life?" Huang Ying thought bitterly to herself.

"But..." Wei Ziqi hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"Alright, enough with the 'buts'. I don't think that eagle will kill that lord for now. If it wants to kill him, it can do it here. Why make things so complicated? You don't need to worry so much. Let's go, let's take the prince back first!" Huang Ying didn't give Wei Ziqi a chance to hesitate any longer and comforted him. Actually, she mainly didn't want Wei Ziqi to go to his death; she didn't want anything to happen to him. As for that lord, she was very curious about what kind of person she was, and why Prince Jin and Wei Ziqi risked their lives to save her.

When Wei Ziqi heard Huang Ying say this, he thought it made sense and nodded. He decided to take the prince back for treatment first. So he and Huang Ying each helped the unconscious Jin Xuan back to the military camp.