As he raised his hands and covered his palms, a strong wind like a stormy sea swept towards Feng Xing, carrying icy water droplets and containing turbid murderous intent.
Bang!
Feng Xing raised his sword to block it, but was still pushed back a few steps by the force, and a violent surge in his chest shot up to his throat.
When you are about to spit it out, tighten your thin lips and swallow hard.
Today, he can't leave!
After standing on his feet, he rushed forward with his sword again and fought with the man in purple robe.
He was not weak in martial arts and tried his best, but he only had a 30% chance of winning against this person. Moreover, this person didn't even draw his weapon.
Over there, four secret guards were entangled by the four guards. Over here, Feng Xing fought fiercely with the man in purple robe.
Bang bang!
Under the bridge, the rapids hit the bridge piers, splashing high water splashes, cold and fine water droplets splashing in the air, being blown away by the wind, making it cold and cold.
The air became even more solemn.
Feng Xing was seriously injured and vomited three or four mouthfuls of blood in succession. His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood in his face, and the hand holding the sword was trembling. He seemed to be at the end of his strength, but he did not give in at all.
"King Yu is good at cultivating strong bones." The man tugged his thin lips and smiled strangely.
Feng Xing's expression suddenly changed.
In recent years, the two countries have been at war with each other. The master and the Prince of Beiyan have fought several times, and each time they were close to death, Yunmeng was even more involved in it.
After being captured, he was raped, killed and humiliated. Yunmeng died without a complete body, but he still kept his mouth shut and never betrayed his master's military aircraft.
High up on the city wall, when the enemy soldiers threw down Yunmeng's body, which was swept by grass, the Prince of Beiyan also sneered:
'Your King Yu is good at raising strong bones. '
Feng Xing's eyes were red with anger, this murderous Prince of Beiyan, a tyrant with heinous methods, would one day become his master's prisoner sooner or later!
tyrant!
Take your life!
He held the sword angrily and came forward, roaring with grief and anger in his throat. He seemed to have tried his best, but was thrown away by the man's palm.
The man stepped on the saddle with his toes and flew up. Dressed in a luxurious purple robe and swaying with arrogance, he directly grabbed Feng Xing's neck and pushed half of his body outside the bridge.
"grown ups!"
"Lord Feng Xing!"
The four secret guards were so anxious that they were all injured when they lost their minds.
"Listen." The man was condescending, with a sense of unruliness in his bones, which is what a king is born with.
"Sooner or later, my cavalry will cross this bridge and flatten the Nanyuan Imperial Capital. Let Chu Yuci get ready. I will get back double or ten times the debt he owes me!"
The arrogant voice fell, and with a push of his long arm, he directly threw the person in his hand into the river.
"stop!"
At the critical moment, a woman's shout pierced the air.
Horse hoof arrives.
Under the scorching sun, white clothes are flying, black hair is rolled up, and a cold face is like the frost on the mountain top, riding on a tall black horse, galloping over.
Zhan Jiuye's pupils narrowed slightly. This face was actually well made. It had the charm of a Nanyuan woman, but still had the arrogance between the eyebrows that only a person from Beiyan could have.
"Princess, you...ahem...why are you here?"
Feng Xing hung half of his body out of the bridge, with his head at the bottom and feet at the top. Below his head was the roaring and surging river water. His hair was wetted by the roaring hurricane, like a ferocious beast that can eat people.
His neck was held in the man's palm, and he had no strength to struggle.
Ye Jinxiao reined in his horse, and the dark horse spun around impetuously.
"Let him go."
Zhan Jiuye smiled: "Come here proactively. Could it be that you have understood my previous proposal?"
Follow him back to Beiyan's proposal.
Ye Jinxiao raised his legs and jumped off the horse.
"I want to have a few words with you."
Just a few words?
That means she refuses to go back to Beiyan with him.
"Bind your hands and come over, otherwise, I will throw him down."
Ye Jinxiao felt doubly amused: "His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, is in a high position. He should understand that the more powerful a person is, the less likely he will be influenced by his surroundings. Do you think that just arresting someone can threaten me?"
This could threaten her, and that could threaten her. What did she think of Ye Jinxiao?
The Holy Mother who saves the world?
Zhan Jiuye frowned slightly, as if he was considering her words, then he laughed loudly and let go of Feng Xing.
Hahaha!
He's quite an interesting person.
"Come here." He raised his hand, his purple robe was edged with gold thread and embroidered with a dark pattern of a four-clawed python, which was noble and flamboyant.
Feng Xing's expression changed slightly: "Princess..."
When the two passed by, Ye Jinxiao patted him on the shoulder: "You go first."
"Princess, this man has great martial arts skills. You don't have to interfere in this matter, and you don't have to worry about me. If I can't stop him and complete my master's instructions, I should die in my duty."
Besides, he didn't think the princess could make it happen.
A woman who got close to her master by drugging her with drugs and had a reputation as bad as a rat crossing the street. It would be a disservice to her to come here, not under the guise of rescuing him.
He would rather die in the line of duty than need her rescue.
Ye Jinxiao said calmly: "I don't care about you. You don't need to be sentimental. I just want to have a few words with him alone."
you!
Feng Xing's throat was choked up and turned a little red.
Ye Jinxiao got on the bridge and walked towards the man step by step. He still wore the disguised face, but his eyes were natural and could not be changed no matter how disguised he was.
Those long and narrow red phoenix eyes are both evil and ruthless. The corners of the eyes are slightly raised and as cold as ice. People with this kind of personality often hold grudges the most and seek revenge.
If a dog bites him, he will not only bite him back, but also pull out the skin, cramp, and rip it into his belly.
"Beiyan welcomes you." He opened his arms and smiled crazily.
When he was two meters away, Ye Jinxiao stopped.
Question: "Prince Beiyan?"
"yes."
"Future King?"
"Yes, whatever you want, even if King Yu can't give it, I can make it happen for you."
Ye Jinxiao looked at him thoughtfully, from top to bottom, from head to toe, with a critical look in his eyes.
His eyes flashed with arrogance: "Don't believe it?"
"Xin, I was just thinking, are all the people in Beiyan Kingdom as despicable as you, like a nest of snakes and rats?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly darkened.
"Since ancient times, three kinds of abuses have been strictly prohibited in warfare. First, it is forbidden to betray one's faith. Second, it is forbidden to use indiscriminate fighting techniques. Third, it is forbidden to poison. The prince of the same country even does such things as poisoning and killing defenseless people. Come to find out, it seems that you, Beiyan, are not very powerful."
He narrowed his eyes.
This woman is quite courageous.
"I just came to Nanyuan Kingdom to have fun, and I was accused of such charges. However, Princess Yu gave me a reasonable reason to start a war by slandering the future prince."
"What reason do you want?" Ye Jinxiao sneered.
"If Beiyan can defeat Nanyuan, will he have to travel thousands of miles to poison him?"
The straightforward and sarcastic words made the man's eyes instantly filled with frost, and murderous intent surged in his red phoenix eyes.
"Bitch, you're looking for death!"
With a flip of his sleeves and robe, he suddenly came over and pinched her neck.
Ye Jinxiao dodged the blow with sharp reflexes.
Was she right?
Angry?
Northern Yan Kingdom, nothing more than that!
