The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1684

Chapter 1684: 818 Dark Soul’s Death (Second Update)

Han Fu was entangled tightly by Wang Xu, unable to break free. The two men’s sword lights intertwined, and soon they were locked in a bloody struggle.

The Forbidden Army of Duwei Prefecture and the Archery Camp of the Wang Family almost completely crushed the Imperial Forest Army led by Han Fu.

Gu Jiao did not worry about the situation in the palace; she directly pursued the direction where Dark Soul and the Han Family had fled.

She chased out of the Imperial Palace, where Black Wind King was waiting early outside. She grabbed the reins, and with a swift motion mounted the horse.

Black Wind King hurried along, following Dark Soul’s aura. Dark Soul did not plunge into the bustling and prosperous streets but turned into a sparsely populated old street. freewebnσvel.cøm

Although it seemed unfavorable for hiding, the unblocked roads were actually more convenient for escape.

When Gu Jiao chased to an abandoned wine house, both she and Black Wind King distinctly felt an unusual killing intent.

Gu Jiao tightened the reins, and horse and rider stopped in perfect sync.

The surroundings were very quiet, even the wind seemed to have stopped, Gu Jiao could clearly hear her own and Black Wind King’s breathing.

Suddenly, there was a jarring sound from the east. Gu Jiao quickly drew her bow and aimed toward the east, but abruptly shot towards a thatched roof in the southeast!

A figure sprang out from behind the roof—it was Dark Soul!

A hint of surprise flashed in Dark Soul’s eyes: "Kid, you didn’t fall for it! Your archery skills are truly impressive! How about you kneel down and kowtow to me, call me master, and I’ll spare your life!"

Gu Jiao drew an arrow from the quiver on her back and placed it on the bowstring: "I think you’re the one who should be kowtowing!"

"Such arrogance, take this!"

Dark Soul spread his arms and flew up, his black robe billowing in the wind, like a bloodthirsty bat, mercilessly attacking Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao sat on the horse’s back without dodging.

Doubt flickered in Dark Soul’s eyes but he didn’t stop his move. Seeing that he was about to strike Gu Jiao, a fist suddenly extended from behind her, forcefully meeting Dark Soul’s palm wind.

Dark Soul’s arm numbed, his brows furrowed, and he flipped backwards, landing outside the wine house’s gate.

Seeing who his opponent was, Dark Soul snorted coldly without surprise: "It’s you again!"

As expected, Dark Soul had the clear advantage in this round of combat.

In an attempt to end the battle quickly, Dark Soul drew the sword from his waist, and Long Yi responded by drawing his own sword.

This was the first time Gu Jiao had seen Long Yi draw his sword. The two were indeed senior and junior brothers, their swordsmanship identical, both specializing in Fast Sword, often a move was not yet completed, and another was already following.

Gu Jiao’s eyes moved rapidly, barely keeping up: "Such fast swordsmanship!"

In the exchange, Dark Soul had the upper hand in both moves and inner force.

Dark Soul slashed at Long Yi’s left arm, but Long Yi swung his sword to block it, while Dark Soul coldly said: "These years I’ve diligently practiced martial arts, just in case you didn’t die, I would openly defeat you!"

With that, he kicked at Long Yi’s stomach, but surprisingly, he missed and was instead scratched by Long Yi’s sword on his arm.

Dark Soul frowned, looking at the blood dripping from his upper left arm, gritting his teeth: "I really underestimated you."

Gu Jiao deliberately provoked him: "What underestimated? You just can’t beat Long Yi! Look, what use was all your hard practice these years? You still can’t defeat the memory-lost Long Yi!"