Reincarnation debts, love for all generations, blood of thousands of people, and eternal injustice...... The sword light and sword shadow, the swirling slash, the flesh and blood flying, miserable, listening to the sound of fighting in his ears, Lin Yiren only felt that the blood in his body was getting colder and colder.

Heaven and earth are empty, heroic tears, thousands of evils, thousands of disasters, who is this blue blood pill heart for? Wrong payment, wrong payment, once everything is touched with the supreme imperial power, it is falling into the bottomless abyss.

Whoosh - Three fireworks suddenly rose high into the air from the mountain edge with a loud noise, spewing out several extremely striking red smoke. The soldiers of the Yulin Army, who were fighting bloodily, thought that a new wave of masked men was about to appear, but unexpectedly they suddenly heard a series of explosions from the east, west, north and south of the Jiuxuan Peak.

Lin Qitan was about to step into the Jian House with his front foot, and when he heard the explosion, his expression immediately changed, "What about the people who protect the Imperial Tomb!"

"In, in the ......" Yang Yin opened the canghuang and ran out of the soldiers guarding the Jian House, "Back to the emperor, there are more than a dozen people stationed on Jiuxuan Peak on weekdays, and at the end of today, I will specially send two hundred more people to ......"

"Bastard! it's all a bunch of waste!" Lin Qitan kicked Yang Yin to the ground.

"The emperor spares his life!" Yang Yinkai kowtowed, "The last general will immediately send someone up, swear to take the thief, and redeem the crime!"

"Get out!" Lin Qitan was full of anger, and walked into the simple house with his sleeves brushed up.

At the same time, a masked man in white clothes swept down the dangerous peak in the wind and swept straight towards the concubines of the palaces who were surrounded by soldiers.

In the frightened screams of the concubines, Lin Yuemei's eyes were tightly covered by Xia Huanqi.

No one could tell what it was like, seeing a severed limb fly past their eyes, hearing the sound of a sword stabbing into their body, letting the blood splatter on their faces, with a warm and fishy smell, so close, so real, so terrifying, so terrifying, so terrifying, so soul-spewing.

In the blink of an eye, five or six people fell to the ground and rolled over, wailing incessantly.

"Traitor, take your life!" Qiao Xinning snapped his fingers and flew down the stone steps.

Whoosh - The white-clothed masked man shot a hidden weapon at Qiao Xinning with his backhand, and the knife in his hand was as flexible as a poisonous snake's letter, stabbing and slashing, once again making the blood of the two soldiers splash on the spot.

Lin Yiren's eyes moved slightly, and he swept up lightly, and a strong aura popped out from his fingertips. Dang! Hearing a crisp sound, the knife in the hand of the white-clothed masked man was cut in two.

The tip of the half-cut knife fell rapidly, and the white-clothed masked man turned his hand and slapped a palm, and the tip of the knife that had not yet landed was cold, and immediately turned the direction and shot towards the Lin Yiren.

"Brother Yi—" Lin Yinyin shouted in fear.

The white-clothed masked man looked at Lin Yinyin when he heard the sound, and the half-cut blood blade in his hand stabbed out without hesitation. The whole world seemed to suddenly stand still, and Lin Yinyin stared blankly at the lightning speed of the blood blade, motionless, completely forgetting to dodge.

"Yinyin!" Lin Juyao's face turned pale, and he stopped in front of his beloved daughter in surprise.

The half-cut tip of the knife was swept out by Lin Yiren's palm, and he turned around and slammed into the bloody blade in the hand of the white-clothed masked man. The sparks were shining, the tip of the knife slammed off the hilt, and the forward momentum was still strong, hitting the stone pillar with a piercing and sharp sound.

The blood blade grazed Lin Juyao's ear, and the wrist of the white-clothed masked man was intercepted in mid-air by a slender hand, Lin Juyao clearly felt the coldness of death, it was the murderous aura of the knife, and he was only an inch away from death.

"Protect the prince!

In Qiao Xinning's loud shouts, the Lin Yi people and the white-clothed masked man were entangled together, and the soldiers who had been frightened by the white-clothed masked man's momentum like a rainbow also held their swords and halberds and joined the bloody battle again.

Seeing this, a number of white-clothed masked people in the vicinity escaped from the battle and came to help their comrades.

Soaring, rushing away from the dust, the wind and clouds, the stone breaks the sky...... The light gray brocade robe and the white-clothed masked figure of the Lin Yi people were frighteningly fast.

Bang! The white-clothed masked man didn't know what move he used, and Lin Yiren suddenly fell out of a foot as if he had been hit hard.

"Lord Wang!" Qiu Zhi hurriedly shouted towards the Lin Yiren.

Qiao Xinning swung his sword angrily, but before he could make a move towards the white-clothed masked man, there was a tingling in his elbow...... Out of his palm, snatching the sword, flowing smoothly, in one go, Qiao Xinning was stunned and watched the white-clothed masked man holding his sword, and seriously injured three soldiers in an instant.

Killing, this is killing, a killing that cannot be fought against! Qiao Xinning has never seen such a treacherous and unpredictable kung fu, so fast that it is unbelievable, so fast that it makes him feel a little dazed in an instant...... If the man who grabbed the sword wanted to kill him, he would have no chance to dodge.

It's just that...... Qiao Xinning's forehead immediately oozed sweat, because he saw that the white-clothed masked man had rushed towards the Lin Yi people again.

Qiao Xinning swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he couldn't let Lin Yiren die, the bowl of poisonous decoction back then was a resentment that he couldn't make up for in his life, he must not watch Lin Yiren die...... In other words, all he could do was to stand in front of Lin Yi and buy him a momentary chance to kill the white-clothed masked man.

Lin Yi's martial arts are peerless, but the white-clothed masked man is obviously superior, and Qiu Zhi seems to have realized that the white-clothed masked man is provoking the heart of the Lin Yi people, and steps in front of Lin Yi's people.

Qiao Xinning flew up and stood in front of Qiu Zhi again. His brother knew that from the day he entered the palace of the king, Qiu Zhi said that if he wanted to live, everyone lived together, and if he wanted to die, he would definitely stand first. This time, let him come. Even if he has no chance to explain his grievances to anyone, he has no hatred and no regrets, this is the punishment of the bowl of poisonous decoction, and the piercing pain has tormented him for more than ten years, perhaps, everything should have ended long ago.

The white-clothed masked man looked at Qiao Xinning, Lin Yiren looked at Qiao Xinning, Qiu Zhi looked at Qiao Xinning, among the four people, only Qiao Xinning, who was standing in the middle, knew nothing about everything.

Yan Xu didn't want to kill Qiao Xinning, for this kind of loyal general who did not hesitate to protect the lord with his death, he respected it from the bottom of his heart, but the opportunity to steal the bone fairy grass was fleeting, and the Lin people must be shot down the cliff as soon as possible.

Whoosh - a gold-cutting jade sleeve arrow shot out from Yanxu's armguard, and at the same time, the white figure swept over Qiao Xinning at an incredible angle, shook his palm in front of Qiu Zhi, and turned over and pounced on Lin Yiren.

The four palms struck each other, as fierce as thunder, the robes hunted, the black hair danced wildly, only a bang bang was heard, and the stone pavilion behind everyone collapsed half in a blink of an eye.

Lin Yuemei was terrified, crying louder and louder, woo wow wow and called her father for help, Xia Huanqi hugged Lin Yuemei, and her heart was so distressed that tears fell like rain.

"Shut up this palace!" Yuan Tingyi shouted in a deep voice.

Xia Huanqi hurriedly covered Lin Yuemei's mouth, lest Yuan Tingyi be troubled and leave her mother and daughter behind in this chaotic situation.

Seeing this, the crown princess Ling Xinmei, the third princess Fang Duanyi, and the fourth princess Wang Zhizhen all held their breath and did not dare to make any more noise, only Concubine Lan Liu Yuxin held the beads in her hand and twisted them, sobbing vigorously and wiping her tears.

Concubine Li Ji Wanyao looked at Xia Huanqi's mother and daughter, and her eyes showed a hint of compassion...... Yuan Tingyi's difficulties with Xia Huanqi several times were just because Xia Yiqing sought Lu Qian, and the marriage between the son of Zuo Xiang Xia and the niece of the fifth prince's maternal uncle obviously made Yuan Muhuai a little unable to sit still.

On the mountain, down the mountain, shouts and cheers came and went, and above the flat slope of the mountain, there were more shadowy white-clothed masked people at some point. In terms of well-trained, the Yulin Army is a top elite general, but right now in the mountains and wilderness, the people in the rivers and lakes who are flexible and good at fighting alone have obviously taken advantage.

The Yulin Army, which guarded the Jian House and the officials, was ready to fight one by one, looking at the entire Jiuxuan Peak, except for the smoke on the peak, there was no movement, and the most dangerous thing was the place where the concubines of the palace were in chaos.

The men and horses led by Kan Qing and Shen Quan were divided by several groups of white-clothed masked men like tofu blocks, and one by one the feathered arrows shot out of the crowd, or shot down by swords, or flew diagonally out, falling into the cliff.

A feather arrow was slashed in two by the snow blade, and the tail of the arrow hit the mountain rock, falling to the ground, and the arrow shot out in reverse, and shot towards Yuan Tingyi at a high speed.

"The Queen's Mother!!"

In the exclamation of the crown princess Ling Xinmei, Yuan Ting's phoenix eyes were cold, and he pulled Xia Huanqi, who was standing aside and was holding Lin Yuemei, to his side.

The cluster of soul-seducing arrows swirled in the wind sword and frost sword, reflecting the winter snow, with the breath of death, shooting straight into Lin Yuemei's heart.