"Stop pretending." Qiong Yi glanced at him coldly: "Yan Tingshen, don't think that I don't know that I escaped this time because you deliberately transferred your subordinates. Even your own eyes and ears must be guarded. You are really intentional."
"Yeah, it's not easy to chat with you alone for a while." Yan Ting said with a deep smile, "Qiong Yi, let's join forces."
Qiong Yi's eyes widened angrily: "Joining forces? You ruined my cultivation, framed my sister, and caused the whole Luoyao to be invaded by sneaks. You asked me to watch Sheng Jing enter, and my life and death were unknown. Now you have the nerve to join forces with me." ?!”
"You have lied to us for so many years, and why are you still pretending to be affectionate and kind?!"
Yan Ting shrugged deeply: "No, I just want you to understand your situation." He stepped forward and held Qiong Yi's shoulders: "Isn't it very clear whose hands your life is now?"
Qiong Yi didn't take threats at all: "Don't King Kunzhai want my flesh and blood? You are such an obedient dog leg to her. What will she gain by killing me?"
She looked at the Xiange sword on Yan Tingshen's waist and sneered: "Come on, Suhou, kill me with my sword now."
"Qiong Yi." Yan Ting deeply grasped her arm: "Don't be so extreme. We have known each other since we were young, why are we like this?"
She looked away and turned around: "Go away."
Yan Ting sighed deeply: "What do you think you can do? Where can you escape with your uncultivated body?" He chuckled: "Either you die in the vast Gobi desert and become food for vultures, or you are killed by me. Tie her back, let the new priest wash away her memory, and die in the sacrifice Su Hejin dreams of to help her live forever."
"Weighing the pros and cons, you should know that working with me is the best choice."
Qiong Yi sarcastically said: "It seems that the dog raised by King Kunzhai is not loyal either."
Yan Tingshen was neither angry nor retorted, but still had a smile on his face: "If you believe me, I can ensure that your memory will not be washed away. Even if you are sent to a blood sacrifice, you will not be a fish on a knife. You will be conscious and have sound hands and feet. As long as you are sent to a blood sacrifice. If you can think of a way to save yourself, you can survive."
Qiong also said "ha" and nodded: "Okay."
She looked at Yan Tingshen with a pair of purple eyes open, her eyes calm and calm. Yan Tingshen never expected that she would agree so readily. Just as he was about to take out the Lian Ou Gu from his arms, Qiong also saw his movement and immediately raised her hand to pull it out of his waist. He wound up the Singing Sword and turned around to pick it up. Yan Ting was deeply surprised, waved his sleeves to protect himself and took a few steps back: "Qiong Yi, why are you so stubborn?"
"You want me to obey you and save myself during the blood sacrifice, but you don't allow me to hold the sword to save myself. Hou Hou is really good at planning this." Qiong Yi clenched his Xiange sword: "Let me guess, that blood sacrifice was very important to Su Hejin. You are not loyal to her, but you have other ideas, thinking that I still have value, and want to use me to ruin the blood sacrifice."
He denied: "How can it be used?"
Qiong didn't listen to his sophistry and shouted loudly: "Even if I don't die in the sacrifice and the blood sacrifice is destroyed, how can I escape unscathed?"
He replied: "I will bribe the palace guards, slightly wrong you, and replace you with fake death."
Qiong Yi shook his head: "You won't, Yan Tingshen. After you achieve your goal, you will treat me as an abandoned son."
The smile in Yan Tingshen's eyes completely disappeared: "It seems that the negotiations have failed."
Seeing him take action, Zhao Lin flew out of the scabbard with a whoosh. Qiong also raised his sword to block it. After a "dang" sound, Yan Tingshen followed up with the sword, showing no mercy. Qiong also had no real energy left. , he could hardly hold the sword under this powerful swing, his hand was numb and painful, and he was knocked back several feet away. She quickly somersaulted on the ground, steadying her pace, and saw Yan Ting stabbing Zhao Lin with a deep horizontal hand. The sword was as bright as the sun. She judged the point of focus, turned the sword to strike, turned her wrist to release the force, and immediately lifted the sword after the move was over. Diagonal chop. Yan Tingshen was slightly surprised that Qiong Yi could still take his sword moves. He also knew that his reaction and speed would not disappear as his cultivation level was abolished. He raised his hand and released his true energy to hit the sand. Suddenly, yellow sand filled the sky. Qiong Yi heard a noise behind him and swung his sword, but was forced back several feet by his extremely heavy sword energy.
Yan Tingshen raised his hand, trying to manipulate the Xiange sword, but Xiange seemed to have spirituality, and was stable in Qiong Yi's hand, not driven by his true energy at all. Yan Tingshen could defeat her easily, but he knew that Qiong Yi had a stubborn temper. Unless she was beaten until she was unable to fight back, it was impossible to give up. Qiong Yi's internal injuries had not healed, and continuing to fight would only make her suffer more seriously. of injury.
Thinking of this, Yan Tingshen used the Water Technique and hit her at the same time. When she was avoiding the water shape, the Xian Ge sword flew away, and the weapon fell out of her hand. Qiong Yi's subconscious reaction was to use her true energy to call Xian Ge back, and she was upset when she raised her hand to twist the Jue. But it was too late. Yan Tingshen hit himself on the lower back with the hilt of his sword. He said: "The difference between a monk and a mortal is not even a tiny bit."
Qiong Yi fell to the ground out of breath. Yan Tingshen came closer. She jumped up from the ground. A whip leg passed by his cheek, and she rolled up again. She knew that she couldn't even break through his protective energy, but that was too much. No matter what, she wanted to kill him, she wanted to kill him from the bottom of her heart.
Yan Ting leaned closely and took several of her moves without hiding at all. Although he could not break the body-protecting Qi, he could still feel the pain. He raised his lips and smiled and said: "Qiong Yi, it seems that Xuanyuan has led you to do a lot of practice in these years. All the shortcomings in hand-to-hand combat have been made up for.”
Qiong Yi punched him, and he held her wrist and turned to grab her remaining hand. No matter how hard she fought, Qiong Yi would not let go, "Let go!" Qiong Yi's hands were clamped, Unable to break free, she raised her leg and kicked him in the crotch without thinking. Yan Ting saw her intention and kicked her leg, "You shouldn't use these dirty tricks."
After the "plop" sound, Qiong Yi fell on the sand. She yelled angrily: "You are so despicable, and you still call me low-life!"
"I want to discuss it with you." Yan Ting held her tightly and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms with one hand: "Really, after spending so much effort and words, you still have to eat this poison."
"What do you want to do?" Qiong Yi struggled. He opened the bottle cap and a long-legged black-green insect crawled out and stopped in front of his finger. His hair stood on end: "Yan Tingshen! Don't..."
She fluttered as hard as she could, but she couldn't shake him off. The long worm fell from his fingertips onto her face, and he said, "Open your mouth and eat it."
Qiong Yi pursed her lips. The touch of the insect's feet was very light, but she couldn't help shuddering. Yan Tingshen clamped her chin with one hand and forced her to open her mouth: "Women who are too independent are not lovable. They are obviously stupid. That's good." The force in his hand increased: "Cooperate with me and become my puppet for the time being, so you don't have to be soul-washed by the priest, do you understand?"
Qiong Yi's mouth was forcefully opened a small gap, and the Gu insect saw the gap and wormed its way into the mouth.
"Oh...no...want..."
The front of her tongue was tingling, and an indescribable fishy and sour smell went down her throat. Qiong also wanted to vomit out the poisonous insects, but Yan Tingshen didn't give her any chance to resist. He knew her, and if given the slightest chance, she would do whatever it took to get out of a predicament, and at this point, he needed to take control.
Qiong Yi's eyes dimmed. Yan Tingshen pulled out a piece of hair from her hair, wrapped it around his finger three times, then lit the hair, put the ashes back into the porcelain bottle, touched her cheek, and called her name. : "Qiong Yi."
Qiong Yi was dumbfounded for a long time, then responded: "...Yeah."
Seeing that the voodoo technique was taking effect, Yan Tingshen let go of her, helped her stand up, and said with a smile: "From now on, I am the only one who will follow."
She looked at him and nodded: "Yes."
"Come with me now, let's go see our old friend." Yan Tingshen put away her string song, summoned the Zhaolin Sword, and flew with her sword, not towards the royal city in the Western Desert, but back to the pass where she came from. .
*
Yiyuanguan.
As expected by Yan Tingshen, the disciples of the Xie family were fighting fiercely with the puppet cultivators, trying to recapture the city gate. Swords were intertwined, and sand and stones were stirring. He led her up to the city wall, took a bow from the soldier, and asked, "Will you?"
Qiong also nodded: "Yes."
Yan Tingshen pointed to the man in the front among the Xie disciples in the distance: "Can you hit the one in the red cloak?"
Qiong also shook his head: "Try."
She put the long arrow on the bow, clamped the arrow feathers between her fingers, stood tall and drew the bow string fully, aimed at the man holding the two swords, and closed her hand to fire the arrow.
The sound of the arrow broke through the wind, and with a sound of "咻——", Xie Yangyu swung his sword down, raised his head and looked towards the city, his eyes locked on the person who shot the hidden arrow, and his heart was trembling for an instant. Above the city gate, Qiong Yi was wearing Xirong's luxurious clothes, with loose curly hair like chestnut waves. She looked down at him expressionlessly and had already set the second arrow. Yan Tingshen stood beside her, the two of them were very close, whispering. Intimate, he couldn't help shouting: "Lu Xiyan! Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"
During the roar, Qiong Yi had already shot the second arrow, so Yan Tingshen smiled in her ear and said: "Very good, continue."
Xie Yangyu shook the fake cultivator away with his swords and shouted upward, "Lu Xiyan! Are you really like Yan Tingshen, Kun Zhai's undercover agent?!"
Qiong Yi clenched his bow, his eyes darkened.
"Say 'otherwise'."
Qiong Yi shouted to the city, her voice as crisp as jade: "What else?"
"Impossible! You are lying!" Xie Yangyu raised his sword and pointed: "Why do you want to stand with him?! Don't you remember Sheng Xuanyuan? He is still killing ghosts in Bai Feng and has not returned yet! You After helping the Sheng family evacuate the refugees, everyone from our sect also came to this Gobi Pass, did you know?!"
Yan Ting said deeply: "Ignore him and continue shooting arrows."
"yes."
"Lu Xiyan!"
"My name is not Lu Xiyan." Qiong Yi said word by word: "I am the daughter of King Rong of the Kunzhai clan and the Suhe clan."
"Lu Xiyan!!!——"
"Thank you, Master, don't worry about me anymore. Every word I said today is sincere. Before, it was just a show to deceive you."
Yan Ting saw that Xie Yangyu's eyes were red, and knew that he had feelings for Qiong Yi, so he deliberately raised her chin and slowly came closer.
"You..." Xie Yangyu angrily killed the fake cultivator in front of him with a sword, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "You and Yan Tingshen joined hands to deceive the five tribes for so many years..."
He looked back and shouted: "Disciples of my sect, kill!——"
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Yan Ting let go and turned around, taking the short bow from her hand: "Well done, we can go, we can't keep the king waiting for too long."
Qiong also nodded, but frowned slightly and asked, "Who is Sheng Xuanyuan?"
Yan Ting looked deeply and chuckled: "It's not important, forget him."
She said: "Yes."
