Twins have the same roots and origins, and they often have the same understanding.
"Ajia!" A middle-aged man with a face that was almost the same as Ajia suddenly screamed miserably. That is Aju's twin brother - Aju in "Eight Eyes of Prince Yi's Mansion". He and Wu Chuanzu, the elder of the Salt Gang, were fighting in the middle of the fight. Suddenly, he felt a cold feeling on his neck. He was shocked. He hurriedly attacked with his sword and forced the opponent back, and then jumped out of the battle circle with a "carp leap". Following the sound, he saw Ah Yi's head being cut off by Jiu Qingqing's claw.
Seeing this scene, Ah Kuan was stunned, feeling as if a force was pulling away the vitality in his body. There was only one thought left in his mind, the only thought: kill the cloaked man in black in front of him.
The move is carried by the intention, and the murderous intention is serious, so the sword move will be ruthless. Ah Chuan kicked off his feet, carried the blade and flew out like an arrow, straight towards Jiu Qingqing, with a force that no one in a thousand mountains could match.
Xuan Yue was truly a master. Although he eventually fell to the joint attack of the eight masters of the Nine Halls, he also seriously injured four of them: Xue Di Zi, Han Bie Ku, Yi Bu Yao, and Duan Li You.
Jiu Wuqing began to besiege Xuan Yue with Bodhicitta and Xedi Zi. After a hard fight, not only was he physically exhausted, but his injuries were also serious. His right calf was hit by the Xuan Yue Sweep, and his tendons and muscles were severely damaged, making his movement very inconvenient.
That's why he attacked Xia Muren secretly.
If compared to Xiang Bo, Jiu Wuqing's feet were slow and he was obviously no enemy of Ah Yi. The reason why Ah Yi died was because Xia Muren's life was hanging by a thread. Apart from using his own body to resist, he could not think of a safer way for a while. He knew that he would not survive, so when he was about to die, he only attacked but not defended with his sword, and it almost pierced Jiu Qingqing's shoulder blade.
"Huh~~" A figure came straight towards him, fast and cunning. Jiu Qingwu wanted to avoid it to the left, but he couldn't use his right foot. The white blade was in front of him, and Jiu Qingwu had no choice but to gather his strength and stretch out his ghost hand to block it.
"Kang!" With a sound, the two soldiers collided heavily. After all, Ah Zhu was flying in the air. He couldn't use his strength and was pushed away by more than three feet. Jiu Qingqing was not interested in fighting, so he turned around and hid next to Mie Fengmo.
At this point in the fight to the death, Mie Feng Mo was not injured at all except for being physically exhausted. He had the upper hand in the previous fight with Ah Yai. Although he and Jiu Qingqing have known each other for a long time, their relationship is not very deep. However, seeing that he was seriously injured and defeated, he would not die without saving him. He immediately leaned forward and pushed forward, trying to block Ah Zhun.
Jiu Qingqing walked quickly on tiptoes, and was about to go around behind Demon Feng. "Poof!" A short sword penetrated his throat from the back of his neck, immobilizing his body. He tried his best to look down and saw bright red blood dripping down the tip of the sword.
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To the south of Dahua Bin, on the gentle slope outside the outpost, thousands of people stood in silence, bowing their heads and standing facing the north.
As the sun rises and the earth returns light, it is a scene full of vitality. However, at this time, the white-clothed army camp was as silent as death.
All tiger and wolf warriors have souls, and Xia Muyang is the military soul of the White Army. He died before fighting, leaving nearly ten thousand people as if they had lost their souls. Anger and pain spread quietly among the generals.
The army in white came from Xiahe County. They were walking in a hurry and did not have all their belongings. They did not bring any silk ribbons with them. Xia Muyang was ambushed and died, which no one expected. At this time, a group of generals and soldiers had to wear military robes, wrap their heads with belts, and wrap sackcloth around their heads to see him off.
Yesterday, when Xia Chengcan led his troops to the narrow path of Bozhou, he saw corpses lying on the ground from a distance. His energy and blood surged, he passed out, and fell off his horse. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.
When he woke up, he found that he was lying in the military camp of the White Army. It was already dark and there were dense crowds of people standing around him.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
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Seeing him wake up, the people standing in the tent called him softly. Apart from calling, they said nothing and did not dare to say anything.
"Father! Where is father?" Xia Chengcan raised his body vigorously, looked at the crowd, and asked eagerly. He still had the last glimmer of hope in his heart, "Maybe my father has broken out of the ambush, or maybe my father was just injured..."
Qiu Tingtai walked to Xia Chengcan's bed, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and cried bitterly: "Your Majesty, we are too late! Your Majesty... Your Majesty, he..."
The last glimmer of hope had been shattered. Xia Chengcan was stunned for a moment, unable to cry. After half a cup of tea, he said:
"Diao Dong'er, I will write a handwritten letter to you in a moment. You take a team of people and rush to Xiahe County overnight. You must hand it over to Xia Jingyu. Even if the capital is overthrown, I will still seek justice for my father. !" Xia Jingyu is Xia Muyang's confidant and the deputy general of the White Army. Xia Chengcan decided to let him send 80,000 white-clad troops to the outskirts of the capital to force Emperor Yonghua to hand over Xia Muyan.
"Yes, the last general takes the order!" Diao Dong'er stepped forward, cupped his fists and took the order.
"Song Xiaoquan!" Xia Chengcan said again.
"Your Majesty, my subordinate is here!" A thin man walked over from behind the crowd. He is a personal guard of Prince Zhi's palace. He has followed Xia Muyang for more than ten years and is very popular with him. Xia Muyang traveled north, leaving him with Xia Chengcan as his personal companion.
"I will write you a letter in a while. You and a team of people will rush to the capital overnight and hand it over to the princess with your own hands. And tell the princess that no one in the capital can believe it except Xia Jingyu! When you see the letter, you will bring your family with you. Hurry to the southern outskirts of the city, Xia Jingyu will send someone to meet you there!" Xia Chengcan said coldly. If it weren't for the Queen, Duke Li, and Hu Xiu'an sending letters one after another, why would Xia Muyang return to the north? Why did he fall into an enemy ambush and get killed? In Xia Chengcan's mind, these people are not accomplices, and they cannot be trusted anymore.
"Yes! Your Majesty, even if I die, I will definitely try to deliver the letter to the princess!" Song Xiaoquan answered through gritted teeth with tears in his eyes.
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Xia Chengcan knelt upright in front of the coffin, his eyes were red and his fists were clenched purple. Behind him were the eleven thousand commanders of the White Army who were accompanying Xia Muyang on this expedition. They were ministers and could only stand but not kneel according to etiquette.
"Your Majesty, get up! It's sultry weather. Close the coffin early and send the prince back to the capital!" Qiu Tingtai persuaded softly, holding back her sobs. Although Xia Muyang died less than a day ago and was embalmed when he was buried, there was still a smell in the coffin. If the coffin is not closed, the body may not be preserved, which is really wrong.
Xia Chengcan was closest to the coffin and could smell the strange smell, so he could only nodded slightly. At this time, he could no longer control himself, and tears burst out of his eyes. Two thousand men stepped forward and helped him up, one on the left and the other on the right.
Qiu Tingtai walked to the coffin, touched the coffin with his hand, and screamed at the top of his lungs. The trembling sound spread throughout the entire military camp. Boom! "The war drums rose up at the sound, beating slowly and heavily, with a clear sense of reluctance.
In the midst of wailing, nine men lifted the coffin lid on the side, slowly closed it and nailed it to death.
Lord! "Qiu Tingtai turned around, faced the generals, and shouted loudly. His voice was already hoarse, his face was red from holding back, his eyes were filled with tears, and his body was twitching slightly, which showed that the grief in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
When the nine people heard the sound, they put their shoulders on the support, carried the coffin onto the sedan chair, and put on the curtain.
"Father!" Xia Chengcan suddenly rushed forward, leaned on the coffin, and shouted in pain.
