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A red shadow rushed towards Qiao Wu.

A large knife suddenly plunged into the abdomen of the king of Beirong.

A dagger chopped off the priest's hand holding the basket.

The change happened in an instant, so fast that before everyone could react, the soldiers and horses on both sides had already started to kill, shouting and screaming, fighting each other, and the archers released a round of arrows, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the two sides were strangled together.

Feng Zhen came to Qiao Wu, raised his sword and fell, and killed those few pro-soldiers at a very fast speed, the Beirong soldiers were not his opponents at all, and their throats were cut by the swordsmanship as fast as the wind. Fengchen lowered his body, cut the rope on Qiao Wu's hand, Qiao Wu's bloodied body fell, Fengchen caught him, swept his wound at a glance, took the lead in taking out the medicine bottle he carried, sprinkled a large piece of medicine powder on the wound to stop the bleeding, and then looked down the stage - Qingyan was carrying the medicine box on his back, running towards the two of them.

Yang Xi's tense body slowly breathed a sigh of relief - Qiao Wu was saved.

Over there, King Beirong's stomach was cold, and when he looked down, he saw a dagger right on his stomach. Su He's eyes were scattered, slowly focused, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his hands were covered with blood, holding a handful, and the blade had been completely buried in his father's stomach.

He took a step back in shock, and the golden finch stood there, his eyes showing a cold smile: "Fourth prince, you dare to kill the king of Beirong, it is really commendable. ”

When Su He and the armies of King Beirong saw that the masters on both sides were killing each other, they immediately panicked, and they didn't know which side their weapons were on. And the powerless people of Beirong fled to each other, and in the blink of an eye, they were crushed under the swords of fighting.

The entire Beijung palace was plunged into fire and war for a while.

In a very neat way, the moon grasped the priest's severed half of his arm, and his hand was still clutching the small basket. She dragged the basket steadily and took a step back. And the priest looked at the fleshy arm, as if he didn't feel any pain, and looked at the moon very suspiciously: "It hurts." ”

Yang Zheming walked through the Shura-like killing field, walked calmly onto the high platform, and looked at the priest: "Organ, you should be sober." ”

King Beirong shrank into a ball in pain, and Su He looked at his bloody hands in disbelief, and finally looked at the golden finch: "It's you who did it." The Plantagenet calmly admitted: "Get closer to you, and I can control you." ”

She had already planted the subconscious of killing King Beirong in the mind of the fourth prince, but unfortunately, the biggest drawback of hypnosis was that without that person, it would be difficult to manipulate that person, and even make the control weaker and weaker.

She had to come to Su He's side, and she couldn't even make people notice that her real purpose was him. And the king of Beijon gave her an excellent excuse.

King Beirong looked at Jiaoyue, who was calmly holding a small basket, and looked at the golden finch with hatred: "You used tricks to deceive me? ”

Plantagenet smiled: "You hid the priest so well that ordinary people can't get close to him at all, we have to play a bitter trick to make you believe in the bright moon, so that she can get close to the priest and attract him out." ”

King Beirong clutched his stomach in pain, the knife used by Su He was poisonous, and he had no medicine.

And Su He stood there in shock, his body stiff, not knowing what to do at all. The general behind him stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, you must control the situation immediately. ”

Su He squinted his eyes at the Golden Bird and General Bu, and said coldly: "You are very good, you are very good, you are very ......" and immediately turned around with the general, commanding the battle.

He and Su An competed for the throne of Beirong King, and it was up to him whose forces could hold out longer.

The priest stood on a high brazier platform, with no way in front and no way back. His gaze swept over the king of Beijung and saw that he was dying.

His master is dying.

The priest's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Su He, who was holding a bloody knife beside King Beirong, who was the one who killed King Beirong.

Jiaoyue handed the small basket in her arms to Zhuji who was running behind her, and Yang Zheming walked up to her and said approvingly: "Very well done." A hint of joy crossed the bottom of the moon's eyes, and she looked at Yang Zheming with a stray gaze.

The priest was surrounded by them, with a skull mask on his face and a pair of dark eyes, showing confusion and disgust: "Go away." ”

Jiaoyue took out a piccolo, put it to her lips and played, the clear sound of the flute entered the ears, suddenly making people's minds clear, ears and eyes clear, the flute gradually flew and spread to the entire battlefield.

The priest listened to the sound of the flute, and suddenly covered his ears, and his voice was like that of a child: "I don't want to hear it." With his movements, the platform suddenly split in two like a mechanism, and the half of the platform where the priest was standing sank to the ground.

Yang Zheming frowned: "Can't let him run away." ”

Su He was riding on a horse, slashing at the soldiers who were coming at him with a knife, when he heard a melodious flute, he suddenly had a headache, all the memories rushed through his mind, he was so painful that he couldn't control the horse and fell off the horse.

His own soldiers immediately gathered around him, lest he be hacked to death with a knife.

Su He's hands trembled, he remembered.

He remembered everything.

The palace maid Alain, the wolf's tooth necklace, the cabin, his sister, his mother and father, all his sad past, he remembered.

Jiang Fenglan is his sister and the queen of Beirong. She erased his memories and manipulated him into killing his father.

And there was a faint pain that spread from all his limbs. That princess Daliang poisoned him and called him Drunken Huayin.

Everything, he felt.

Su He's face turned white, and he suddenly raised his head, looking at the little girl on the altar with a wolf-like cruel gaze.

She came for revenge.

Princess Anning is it?

Su He almost completely abandoned the battlefield, walked towards the altar, reached the side of the deep pit, and ordered the soldiers: "Set up a ladder." Seeing Su He walking onto the altar, Yang Xi suddenly had the strength to get up and hold the long sword.

Su He walked to the altar, and without waiting for An Ning to react, he was the first to speak: "I heard that the young man I sent someone to kill is surnamed Qiao." And the queen of the Great Liang is also Joe. ”

Su He touched his chin: "You are a princess, that is, the daughter of Queen Daliang." ”

Su He looked at Yang Xi's small and delicate face, and the amazing dhara flower on her face: "He's your cousin, Princess Anning, Yang Xi?" ”

Yang Xi's expression was serious, the expression on his face was tense, he cautiously kept his distance from him, and did not say a word, and when he mentioned Qiao Mobai, a trace of pain crossed his eyes.

Su He smiled, he had never felt that a little princess in the Great Liang Deep Palace had any ability, if it weren't for the mention of a sentence or two in the information presented, he wouldn't even remember that there was such a person.

He didn't expect that she would dare to bring someone to Beirong and turn this place upside down.

Good one, Yang royal family.