"It's a good way to heal people!" Li Hongyi's eyes swelled like a bell, "But, Li Congjia, what's the difference between you and me like this!" ”

Murong Qian's lips hooked up a trace of gloom, slowly lowered his head, and looked at Li Hongyi: "There is no difference...... And how? ”

"You ......"

Li Hongyi was angry, spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were red, and suddenly his essence flashed, he suddenly turned happy, and shouted, "The blood warriors of the Quartet obey the order, Li Congjia, there is no forgiveness for killing!" ”

"Whoosh"

With a few sharp sounds, several phantoms popped up all over the jungle in an instant, like countless marionettes, pulled by silk threads, and rushed towards Murong Qian with an expressionless face.

Compared to the blood warriors cultivated by the prisoners of war of the Chu State in the Fusheng Pavilion, these well-trained phantoms are more like a cold killing blade.

Their bones are soaked in fishy sweetness, they can't smell a trace of vitality on their bodies at all, and their moves are as fast as lightning, often killing with one move, leaving no room for each other to survive.

The Phantom of the Blood Warrior calmly broke his wrist and soaked the blood, and the words of the crowd said: "Blood Rakshasa!" ”

Several blood blades surged out, surrounded Murong Qian, and slashed straight down from the sky.

In the face of such a fierce opponent and suddenly encountering such a predicament, Murong Qian seemed more calm than last time: "Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you!" Blood, I will too! That's ...... Our Murong family's secret technique! ”

Before the words fell, Murong Qian's body freed up tens of thousands of "maple leaf floats"

, firmly resisting the onslaught of the Bloody Blade.

The corners of his mouth hooked up an extremely evil smile, his eyes were blazing with blood, and he hissed sharply: "Blood Floating Slaughter!" ”

The maple leaves rose sharply and turned into a wind, and the flying clouds ate the bloody blade like lightning, cut the neck, and cut off the head of the knife!

The aconitum heads, like rolling wooden stakes, fell into the peach blossom stream, dyeing through a clear spring, just like a drop of rouge tears between the mountains and rivers.

Murong stepped on the bloody breath, step by step, and paced in front of Li Hongyi.

Li Hongyi's body gradually hardened in the curling, he became frightened, looked frightened, and begged: "Help me!" Brother, save me! ”

"Brother? Now, you take me as your brother? ”

"It used to be my brother who was not good, you let me go, I beg you, let me go!"

Li Hongyi struggled to cling to the corner of Murong Qian's clothes, "Brother, save my brother!" Brother is so painful, so painful! Brother, brother! ”

Murong Qian tore off the corners of his clothes in annoyance, and spread his robe, past Li Hongyi's unbearableness.

Li Hongyi shouted with all his might: "Brother! Brother! ……”

"You're not going to die!"

Murong Qian's steps stopped in the midst of the call, "No matter what, you are my half-brother, I will not put you to death!" But ......"

Murong Qian looked back at Li Hongyi: "You, you're going crazy!" ”

One more gram of the drug, it will spasm and die; One less penny and you'll go crazy!

"All the crimes you have committed will be spread by your mouth!"

The muscles on Li Hongyi's face throbbed violently: "No! No! ”

"Heaven is evil, it is still violated; You will not live! ”

Murong Qian's words were like stagnant water, without the slightest rise and fall, "Brother Huang, you can do it yourself!" ”

Murong Qian's figure walked out of the dense forest, turned onto the avenue, and boarded the carriage prepared by Sun Yanxi.

Sun Yanxi gathered fire in his palm and threw it out, and the sparks were scattered in the forest, gradually thinning, scorching the leaves, curling slightly, slowly wafting out of the green smoke, and the Buddhist cigarettes of Qixia Temple, winding into a curling whole.

A gust of wind pierced through the forest, setting off a fire.

"It's on fire! It's on fire! ……”

In the panic of everyone fighting the fire, the carriage galloped towards Situ Mansion.

The midwife's hands were full of blood, and she was so anxious that she was sweating: "Niangniang, work hard!" Empress! ”

Xiao Qingchen's voice was as high as a burst, and Liuzhu's heart also followed suit, she trembled with fear, and kept pulling the doctors beside her: "The doctor! Doctor! Hurry up and think of a way.1 The imperial doctors turned a deaf ear, picking up some medicinal herbs blankly, as if waiting for some instructions. The smell of blood suddenly rushed in the house, and the blood under the quilt was non-stop, like red paint. "Oops! Oops! Niangniang has lost too much blood, I'm afraid it won't work! The midwife rushed out in a panic and exclaimed to the Hanlin medical envoy headed by her, "What should I do? What to do? Big or small? Liuzhu couldn't help but be angry in his heart: "Of course it's ......" The Hanlin medical officer raised his eyes lightly, and his voice was calm but unobstructed: "The emperor has an order to protect the royal bloodline!" "I can't save the princess, I want your life!" The door was kicked open, and Murong rushed in, slapped the face of the Hanlin medical envoy, and scolded angrily. The Hanlin medical envoy covered his slightly swollen cheeks, and bowed down resignedly: "Your Royal Highness King Zheng, Weichen is also ordered to ......" The cold meaning in Murong's shallow eyes was great, and he deeply crossed the room with sincere fear, and all the hearts of the disobedient were frozen and shattered little by little: "I don't care whose order you are on, I can't save the princess, you all have to be martyred!" "Childe, I can count on you for you, miss, she ......," Liuzhu said, twitching again. Murong Qian's blood was surging, the corners of his clothes were windy, and he hurried to the inner room. The silent midwife and imperial doctor looked at each other, knowing that what Murong Qian said was true, and did not dare to do any more wrongdoing, so he acted quickly. Murong Qian looked at Hun Qingchen's weakness and weakness, his heart was like a knife, he wanted to hug her into his arms, but he was afraid that his movements would hurt her if he was a little careless, so he had to lean down and whisper softly in her ear: "Qingchen, I'm here 1 Hun Qingchen's face was like frost, and he was a little happy: "Ah, Ah Qian......" "Qingchen, hold on for a while, it'll be fine for a while!" Hun Qingchen shook his head painfully, and his pale lips opened and closed weakly: "Ah Qian, I, I can't do it" Murong Qian's face was warmly pasted on Hun Qingchen's eclipsed peach blossom face, and his voice was ethereal: "It's okay, if you die, I'll go with you1 Hun Qingchen's eyes flashed with panic: "No, no, no......" She can't, can't let Murong Qian lose her again! The imperial doctor hurriedly entered, handed over the decoction of hemostatic medicine to Murong Qian, and poured it into the mouth of the light dust, hanging her spirit. The medicinal properties entered the body, and the light dust and blood gradually stabilized, and the blood collapsed slowly. "It's out! It's out! The midwife was surprised and delighted, "Niangniang, hold on a little longer!" "Perseverance abruptly appeared in the eyebrows of Xun Qingchen, condensed the qi of the whole body, sank into the dantian, and shook his strength." "A loud cry pierced the suffocation of Jinling City, and all the hanging hearts fell steadily. Murong Qian hugged Hun Qingchen's weakness, and said with a trembling voice: "Qingchen, it's okay, it's okay to be 1 love and righteousness, why don't you fall into the city, Buddhism is a double law, and it lives up to it."