Yang Zheming turned around and stood outside the hall, and there was a painful scream and whipping sound behind him, and suddenly it stopped abruptly, as if someone had been choked by the throat and fell into a dead silence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Outside the palace, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, covering the sky and the sun, and a black-clothed person in a cloak came up to greet him, and saluted with his fists in front of Yang Zheming, and said in a low voice: "Princess An Ning disclosed her identity on the altar, and the fourth prince Su He is gathering soldiers and horses to surround the palace." ”

Yang Zheming's eyes fell on the brightly lit front hall, once Yang Xi's identity was revealed, the moment she stepped off the altar, it was her death.

Or die on the altar, or die under the altar, the Beirong people will not let her go again.

His hand clenched slightly, then slowly released it, and his voice was calm: "Continue according to the plan." She was fighting to the death, buying him all the time, and how could he be distracted.

"Yes."

There was still a dead silence around the altar, and there was a commotion of whispering from time to time, and almost everyone looked at the girls on the stage in disbelief.

She said that she was the princess of Daliang.

King Beirong slowly walked down the high platform, stood in front of the hall, squinted at An Ning, and asked in Daliang language, "Are you the princess of Daliang?" ”

The generals laughed: "You came to my Beirong to dedicate yourself to our warriors?" There was a vicious tone in the words.

An Ning turned his head, looked at King Beirong, and said with a smile: "Is it a princess, you have chosen me to be a warrior of sacrifice." Her voice struggled to keep its composure in the cold wind: "Ali Tuna." Su Ying, as the king of Beirong, can you speak well? If I win, I'll be a hero of Beijung, and you'll show me respect? ”

A hint of murder flashed in the eyes of the King of Beijung, and he looked at the generals standing beside him—he could not tolerate a man of the Great Liang being so arrogant on his altar.

An Ning understood his expression, stretched out his long sword, and pointed at Yin Yin: "You don't want to kill me right now, do you?" Are you afraid that I will win your princess? ”

When Yin Yin heard this, she was immediately enraged and spit on the ground: "You are dreaming." She tore off the hem of her clothes, quickly bandaged her wrist, stopped the bleeding, picked up the big knife in her left hand, and said fiercely to An Ning: "The duel is not over yet, let's continue." ”

Her gorgeous face was a little distorted because of anger, and Da Liang's words were very jerky: "What about Princess Da Liang? I will cut off your head and hang it on the wall of my palace. ”

As soon as Princess Yinyin's words came out, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers again, the generals roared, and the drums sounded again, as if another new round of fighting was about to begin.

In this atmosphere, the king of Beirong could no longer order her to be killed at will.

The Ice River God Sacrifice Duel was an extremely solemn and solemn event, and almost everyone was looking forward to the final outcome of this duel, even if he was the king of Beirong, he could not ignore the power of the Beirong people's faith and forcibly intervene to change the outcome of the duel.

King Beijung's sharp eyes like a goshawk stared at the little girl on the altar, and a trace of vicious hatred crossed his eyes.

Queen Beirong held King Beirong's hand tightly, and whispered with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, kill her, our daughter can't hold on for so long." ”

King Beirong shook off the queen's hand hatefully, turned back to her and said, "Your daughter is not sorry for her to die. "As the princess of Beirong, I didn't realize that I was bringing into the palace a person from the Daliang royal family, and I didn't know how much trouble I had caused in vain.

If a Da Liang princess wins on the altar, what face will he have to face his people, face his soldiers—will he respect a Da Liang princess as a hero?

He grabbed a close general beside him, and said fiercely in his ear: "Those few Daliang people, immediately find them and arrest them." ”

The general immediately took the order and turned to look for someone.

King Beirong sat on the throne, his face was calm, but his hand was tightly gripping the armrest of the wolf's head, and he was a little uneasy in his heart, even though there was a peaceful and peaceful scene around him.

A princess of Daliang dared to go deep into his Beirong royal capital, but no one noticed it, and she always felt that something was wrong.

What are the cunning Liang people planning?

Yin Yin quickly returned to normal, the Beirong people are good at riding horses, and they often need to use knives with both hands to fight immediately, and Yin Yin is also comfortable with knives with her left hand.

An Ning lowered her body, her eyes fell on her right hand, Yin Yin's right hand was seriously injured, the longer it dragged on, the more blood loss would be unfavorable to her.

She had to find a way to stall for time in order to win without a fight.

An Ning looked at the fanatical gaze of the Beijung people around her, as if she was eagerly waiting for a Daliang princess to be killed by a Beijung on the altar and sacrificed to their great ice god.

Everyone took their breath, and everyone was looking forward to her death.

At this moment, she is really in danger, isolated.

In the apse of Queen Beirong, the people in black carefully explored every inch of the furnishings, and finally found a secret door.

The secret door is carved with a golden wolf pattern, and the secret passage is actually located in the queen's palace.

Yang Zheming pushed open the secret door, it was a black and long road, and he didn't know where it led. The black-clothed man beside him cautiously took a step inside, but suddenly triggered the mechanism, and several black shadows roared out of the darkness.

The man in black hurriedly escorted Yang Zheming and hurriedly retreated a few steps, sideways to dodge, and the black shadow suddenly pierced the place where he had just landed.

-- There were a few darts, and they were poisoned.

Yang Zheming squinted, according to the map given to him by the Golden Finch, the Beirong Palace was built on a huge mechanism, and the mechanism was controlled in the hands of the Beirong King.

Now that they've found the secret passage, they can't find the location of the mechanism, which is still a headache.

The real treasure of this huge Beijung palace is not the mountain of gold treasures, nor the Beirong throne. For him, the real thing of value is the mechanism of the palace underground.

The secret of the real mechanism is known only to the priest, and he is the one who really has the secret art of the mechanism.

One of the Nine Clans, Organ.

For one day when the King of Beijon holds the mechanism, he will always be invincible, able to hide all over the palace, and the mechanism installed everywhere can kill anyone.

Suddenly a few people walked in from outside the hall, it was Black Eagle and Gao Yihuai, and the two greeted Yang Zheming, and a smile appeared on their snow-dyed faces: "It's successful, it's all done according to the plan." ”

Yang Zheming's cold face also slowly showed a smile, and he turned his head to the man in black and ordered: "Guard this place, no one is allowed to enter." ”

"No one is allowed to come out."

In the far, far away wasteland, suddenly there was a long, lonely wolf howl, which pierced the night sky and made the wind and snow seem to be still.