Tyrant Dynasty.
Ren Piaomiao was sitting cross-legged in the old house on the edge of Shaking Tian City.
Ren Piaomiao is a veritable expert in the Return to Void Realm, and his swordsmanship can be described as divine.
But even so, he still lost to Luo Tianchen.
Ren Piaomiao's injury was not serious. After all, he was not involved in a life-and-death fight with Luo Tianchen. He opened his eyes slightly and exhaled softly.
One qi turns into three thousand sword qi.
The courtyard is filled with sword energy and is as cold as snow.
Luo Yi's life and death was actually not that important to him.
After all, Ren Piaomiao only agreed to Luo Yi and helped him draw the sword three times.
The last time he stopped Luo Tianchen, he had already used two swords.
That third sword is not impossible, but it will hurt both sides.
Basically, he died, Luo Tianchen was seriously injured, and he could no longer advance further in this life.
Ren Piaomiao is not afraid of death, but cannot die.
Everyone has their own path to walk.
But Ren Piaomiao's path is even more dangerous.
He only lives to kill, kill one person.
As for...the last sword, he will return it to Luo Yi. The specific time depends on his mood.
If Luo Yi died in Luo Dynasty like this, then Ren Piaomiao would help him avenge him. If he was given another sixty years, it might not take that long at all before he could take another step forward.
At that time, anyone Luo Yi wants to kill can be killed by Ren Piaomiao with one sword.
It can be regarded as a tribute to his spirit in heaven.
Ren Piaomiao closed her eyes again and sat quietly in the small courtyard to warm up her sword intent.
As for the Jingtian Pavilion Wutong Courtyard, the atmosphere was extremely solemn at the moment!
Wei Qing sat on the chair with a pale face and said nothing.
Yan Song sighed and said, "Luo Tianchen came to pick him up personally. No one except the guy from the Tyrant Dynasty could stop him."
"Since that person didn't show up, it means that he has approved Luo Tianchen's move."
"Luo Tianchen came here this time. He seemed aggressive, but in fact he was extremely restrained. He acted passively almost every time. Even if His Majesty comes in person, I'm afraid he won't be able to find fault."
Wei Qing clenched his fists and struggled to get up from the wheelchair, but was pushed back by Yan Song.
"What's the point of going now?"
Wei Qing suddenly became furious!
"Luo Feng took over the East Palace, and Luo Tianchen took His Highness away at this time, almost pushing him to the opposite side of most of the aristocratic families in the Luo Dynasty!"
"Even the Tyrant Dynasty has received the news about the interception in Broken Soul Valley!"
"Why are you hiding it from me? Why are you hiding it from me?!"
Wei Qing looked excited and his veins popped out.
Yan Song hesitated to speak, and finally sighed deeply.
"Ah Qing, you also said that it was in Luo Dynasty."
"If it were in the territory of the Tyrant Dynasty, the Pavilion Master would definitely not stand idly by, but once someone is sent to the territory of the Luo Dynasty, the nature will be completely different."
"After all, the Pavilion Master occupies a high position, and his thoughts and actions will be deeply implicated!"
Wei Qing gritted his teeth, looked directly at Yan Song, and said word by word: "So I don't ask you for anything, I will go back to Luo Dynasty by myself."
Yan Song shook his head, "Sorry, the Pavilion Master has an order. You can't go anywhere until you break through to the Fusion Realm."
Wei Qing said nothing, but there was already a killing intent in his eyes!
Yan Song stood in front of Wei Qing with no intention of giving way.
The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally Wei Qing took a deep breath.
Without saying a word, he controlled the wheelchair and entered the room.
In order to treat Wei Qing's injuries, Mr. Jingtian put in a lot of effort and gave him a lot of precious elixirs.
Wei Qing is already at the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm. As long as he properly digests the remaining medicinal power in his body, he will be able to break through to the Fusion Realm just around the corner.
only……
This time will not be short.
Yan Song's eyes were extremely complicated, and Luo Yi pulled out all the fatal treasure energy from his body.
It is no exaggeration to say that Yan Song owes Luo Yi his life.
Not only that, he also greatly improved in strength!
Yan Song also wanted to save Luo Yi, but it was really hard to do anything!
At this moment, inside the imperial city of the Tyrant Dynasty.
Su Youlan was twisting a secret letter, and her delicate hands trembled imperceptibly.
Wen Moxuan stood at the door, wearing a thick fox fur, quietly looking at the snow and night outside.
After a while, Wen Moxuan suddenly said: "Your Highness, do you want to save that Luo Yi?"
Su Youlan threw the secret letter into the stove and gently made a fist with her slender jade hands.
She said nothing.
Wen Moxuan continued: "I can tell His Highness that I can save him, but you must know the price you will pay."
Su Youlan raised her head and looked at Wen Moxuan's thin back.
"Mr. Wen, is there any way?"
Wen Moxuan suddenly smiled. He turned around and looked at Su Youlan and said, "His Highness first asked me if there was really a way, instead of first asking what price I would pay."
"So, I already know His Highness's choice."
Su Youlan's eyes, which seemed to contain a deep pool, slowly lowered their eyes.
She fluttered her long eyelashes a few times and looked down at the secret message that was about to burn up in the stove.
After a long while, Su Youlan finally said: "Please ask Mr. Wen to save me."
Wen Moxuan walked back a few steps and walked slowly to Su Youlan. He bowed solemnly first, and then asked loudly: "Your Highness, do you know what you will lose if I save him?"
Su Youlan stretched out her jade fingers as white as green onions and lit them on the fire.
She lowered her head and said softly: "I know."
Wen Moxuan asked again: "Your Highness, do you know that if Your Highness gives up, one day in the future, the war will probably rekindle."
"Know."
Wen Moxuan asked a final question, "Your Highness, does he know that he may not know what you have done, and even if he knows, he may not fall in love with Your Highness."
Su Youlan suddenly smiled, this smile was like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter.
Enough to melt the glaciers, enough to push away the clouds and mist, and call out the spring breeze.
She looked at the dancing flames and suddenly said something incomprehensible.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have come back."
It turns out that those chirping chickens and ducks can be so cute.
The black smoke in front of the stove, the two blackened faces, the unpalatable food, the cold river water, and the shabby clothes that would be washed to pieces if not careful.
And the wooden bed that creaked every time I turned over.
Su Youlan's jade hands were placed on the stove, which were slightly red at the moment. She retracted her hands, held her chin in her hands, and finally gave Wen Moxuan an answer.
"Mr. Wen, I don't regret it."
Wen Moxuan took a deep breath and bowed again.
"Since Luo Tianchen came to take him away in person, he would not let him die so quickly in the Luo Dynasty."
"Tomorrow, I will set off to Luochao. I am enough alone."
This night, the bright moon hung high.
A major event came out of the Tyrant Dynasty that shocked both the government and the public.
The daughter of the Three Emperors stayed in Youlan and gave up trying to seize the throne.
He turned to support the fourth prince Su Minglou.
In addition, there was a pale scribe wearing a fox fur, riding a carriage and slowly driving out of the imperial city.
finally……
Heading to the Luochao border.
