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Yin Yin's attacks became more and more fierce, and the long sword in Anning's hand kept cutting her, and she seemed to be unconscious, desperately trying to kill her. An Ning dodged the big knife sideways, stepped on the snow under her feet, slipped and fell to the ground, and before she could get up, Yin Yin's big knife had already slashed at her face.

She didn't have time to dodge, and watched as the blade slashed down her forehead like snow.

"Boom-" The whole earthquake shook for a moment, as if something had exploded underground, and the whole altar trembled with it. Yin Yin didn't stand still, and fell backwards, the blade scraping the mask on An Ning's face.

An Ning fell to the edge of the altar and was almost thrown out.

There was an earthquake.

Several Beirong soldiers who were standing around the pit to maintain order were pushed down the pit by the chaotic crowd and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

The king of Beirong stood up with a bang, and in the royal capital, a sea of fire could be seen burning in the distance.

An Ning leaned over the edge and watched as the soldier fell into the pit, heart-rending screams and beast bites coming from the darkness.

What's in the pit?

When the trembling of the earth slowly subsided, An Ning slowly got up, Yin Yin's blade slashed across her mask, leaving a deep nick that almost cracked.

In the distance, the huge palace gate slowly opened, and the fourth prince Su He led a large number of soldiers and horses in, he rode a horse and walked in the front, his expression was calm, his eyes were sharp, and tens of thousands of cavalry behind him rushed in with a big sword.

It's the Beijon army.

The defenders in the palace retreated step by step, and the two sides formed a confrontational posture.

The soldiers and horses of the fourth prince surrounded the crowd, and the fourth prince dismounted, walked to the king of Beirong in high spirits, and knelt on one knee: "Father, assassins have appeared in the royal capital, most of the generals in the military camp have been assassinated, the dragons are leaderless, and the sons have subdued them one by one." ”

The king of Beijon looked at his son in disbelief, and his eyes fell on the army behind him—what did he mean?

The fourth prince stood up, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth: "Father, the soldiers and horses in the royal capital now belong to the sons, and if the father has any orders, he can also order the sons." Su He's gaze slowly swept over the other princes beside King Beirong: "Your soldiers and horses are now loyal to me. ”

Everyone was shocked, and several other generals and princes raised their eyebrows and reprimanded: "Su He, what are you talking nonsense? ”

As soon as those generals and princes attacked, the generals behind Su He drew their broadswords with a swipe, and the blades reflected the killing intent, as if they said one more nonsense, and their heads would fall.

King Beirong's eyes crossed a trace of edge, he knew his son too well, although he didn't know what was going on, but looking at this large area of soldiers and horses, his good son was not a lie.

King Beirong raised his hand, and the commotion in the crowd immediately stopped, and the generals and princes were silenced.

Seeing this scene, Su He's eyes crossed with a trace of hatred - even if he subdued most of the military power, his father, had sat in the position of King of Beirong for too long, and his power was already heavy, and he still formed absolute authority over some of the generals invisibly, and they would still obey him.

These generals and princes will take the king of Beirong as the last straw, and it is still a little troublesome for him to subdue.

Su He waved his hand, and immediately someone carried a golden chair and placed it next to the throne of Beirong, Su He sat down calmly, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, with me here, those Liang troublemakers will be found soon, why don't we just sit here happily and watch this duel, how about it?" ”

The Beirong people in the audience were silent.

Su He looked at his father with a smile, the influence of the King of Beirong in Beirong is by no means something he can shake alone, so now, he can't easily move him, but the King of Beirong can't be arrogant for too long.

King Beirong smiled slightly, as if he was not annoyed at all, and took the lead in calmly sitting back on the throne and looking at the people in the audience: "Let's continue to watch the duel." ”

The king of Beirong gave the order, and everyone slowly came back to their senses, and looked back at the altar with a look of surprise and fear.

An Ning looked at the farce in front of him, the palace change, the seizure of power, and the scheme...... In any country, in any dynasty, it is a drama that will never end.

It's just that in Beirong, this scene is more cruel and direct.

She looked at Princess Yin Yin, who was puzzled and shocked: "Do we still want to continue fighting?" ”

Beirong Palace is undergoing a political exchange, and everyone's fate will change, although I don't know what role Yang Zheming played in it, but she has no strength to fight anymore.

Her gaze fell on Yin Yin's bloodied arm: "There is no point in us fighting." ”

The people of Beijon are in the panic of a coup d'état, death is everywhere, and they are in no mood to care about the outcome of the duel.

This is exactly what she wants, but it is not enough - she wants each of them to experience a pain that is on the verge of despair.

A look of confusion and shock flashed in Yin Yin's eyes, she grew up in the Beirong Palace, and she had never seen this scene of palace changes. She has been exposed to the tilt of power since she was a child, but her great father will never fail.

He was always able to calmly deal with all mutinies and difficulties, and defuse all crises, and the fate of those who betrayed was extremely tragic.

So she instinctively surrendered to her father, as if he were a god and omnipotent. The unforgivable acts inflicted on her as a father can only be regarded as God's gift to her.

Her father, how could he lose, he was a god.

She looked at the tranquility in front of her, her expression was a little crazy, and she lost too much blood, so that she couldn't keep her senses: "All this is your ghost, who is Ah Zheming?" You're not going to win. In the end, you will definitely kneel and beg for mercy. ”

She said as she rushed towards Anning.

An Ning let out a long sigh, she didn't want to kill her—she was just a poor person.

It's just that on this altar, either you die or I live, they have come to this point, and there is no way to stop anymore.

Looking at Princess Yinyin, who was getting closer and closer, Yang Xi picked up the sword again, closed his eyes, and silently thought in his heart - Feng Zhen, you have to watch it.

-- Calm the mind, calm the breath, listen to the sound, and draw the sword.

Poof――

The sword goes into the flesh.

The wind ruffled her long hair, and as everyone watched with almost bated breath, the mask on Princess Anning's face cracked, revealing her calm, closed eyes, and patterns on her cheeks.

On her cheek, a blood-colored branch was painted, and several blood-red flowers bloomed. Layers of petals intertwined, along her cheeks, from her chin to the corners of her eyes.

Hideous, demonic, and glamorous.

Divine Flower - Dhara Flower.