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"If I had known that you were like this, I wouldn't have sent someone to kill him, I might as well arrest you to Beirong." He waved the knife in his hand: "Be my princess." ”

That must be, very interesting.

Yang Xi's voice was a little sharp, and his face turned red with anger as if he was being humiliated: "You are not qualified to mention his name." ”

Like a mechanism, the platform shortens inch by inch, sinking into the ground, and finally merging with the ground. The priest stepped onto the ground and walked towards the altar where Suhe was standing.

Yang Zheming saw that Su He had already gone to the altar and confronted Yang Xi, and immediately frowned and ordered Black Eagle: "Go and save people." ”

He paid too much attention to the priest to notice that Yang Xi was in danger. And Feng Scar was beside Qiao Wu, separated by the huge square, and he didn't have time to come back at all.

The current priest is acting autonomously like a machine, it is difficult for him to grasp his thoughts, I just hope that he will not pay attention to Yang Xi, otherwise, he will fall into a situation where he is extremely passive.

The priest walked towards the altar, and several red-eyed soldiers slashed at him with swords in their hands, but the priest did not look at the man, but only stretched out his hand, and caught the blade with his palm, and then with force, he threw the knife and the man a foot away, and continued to walk towards the altar.

The power is infinite, and the pace is mechanical. The sword slashed at him as if it had been cut into wood, and it had a hard texture.

The priest's footsteps did not stop, killing gods when encountering gods, killing Buddhas when encountering Buddhas, as if no one could stop his way forward.

The battlefield of Shura, like a canvas split in the middle by a priest, was torn in half, and a path he wanted to take was vacated in the middle.

In the myths and legends of Beijung, no one can kill the priests of Beirong.

No one, knows how long he lived.

No one knows what his allegiance is.

The priest finally walked to the altar, and as soon as he jumped, he landed on the altar, and the fourth prince Su He, and the princess Yang Xi of Anning, were in a triangular situation.

He swept over the tranquility as if he was ignoring it, and landed on the fourth prince Su He, his voice was lifeless: "You killed the king of Beirong?" ”

Su He was taken aback, but he didn't expect the priest to come to join in the fun, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "What, Lord Priest, do you want my life too?" ”

The priest was not asked by his words, but repeated mechanically: "Did you kill the king of Beijung?" ”

Su He gritted his teeth, it was too much effort to talk to a priest who had no brains, and there was nothing the priest could do if he wanted to kill him.

His gaze slowly swept across the battlefield, he lost his commander, his soldiers and horses were retreating, Su An had countless strange people behind him to support him, and he himself could even be controlled by his own sister, almost no chance of winning, it was better to-

He suddenly sneered: "There is how." As soon as the words fell, he immediately rushed towards Yang Xi, Yang Xi instinctively raised his sword, but suddenly his wrist hurt, and the sword fell to the ground.

She was shocked and looked at the priest of Beirong, who had taken the opportunity to knock off the sword in her hand with a bone hanging from his neck.

Su He came to Yang Xi's side, his eyes were red, he grabbed her neck with one hand, wrapped his waist around her with the other, and chuckled gloomily in her ear: "There is a princess of Daliang to accompany the funeral, which is actually not bad." ”

He will never surrender to their Daliang people

An Ning was defenseless, the hand around her neck became tighter and tighter, Su He restrained her to the edge of the altar, and before Yang Xi could react, he jumped down with her in his arms in the next second.

Everyone was shocked, and the blood on their faces receded.

Yang Xi's heartbeat stopped, his feet fell into the air, he leaned down, stretched out his hand, and only grabbed a piece of nothingness - if he died like this, it would be worth it, right?

The priest looked indifferent, and had no intention of stopping, and jumped down after him.

The Black Eagle chased to the edge of the pit, and watched the two fall into the darkness, and the mechanism moved, from the bottom to the top, layer by layer of iron plates fit, and the entire altar slowly sank.

A red shadow had already flown to Black Hawk's side.

Before the maple scar could jump down, the last crack in the pit was also closed, only to hear the excited roar of the beast suddenly from the ground, and it came to an abrupt halt.

The ground was leveled as if the altar had never appeared, and even the sound of the ground could not be heard.

Maple Scar immediately drew his sword and slashed at the junction of the ground in one fell swoop, but there was no sign of loosening.

The struggle on the battlefield gradually stopped, Su He died, and his generals surrendered one after another.

King Beirong and Queen Beirong died, Princess Yin Yin died, and the third and fourth princes who were eligible to inherit the throne also died.

The rest of the princes and generals, who can be compared with the former Beirong hero Su An.

On the square, the living Beirong people, either soldiers or civilians, knelt down one after another, bowing to Su An, who was riding on a horse, to express their submission.

A gorgeous feast came to an end.

The snow that had stopped for a long time slowly fell again, and a cold wind blew through, whistling through the square, and the coolness flooded everyone's hearts.

If you fall from that place, you will surely die.

Yang Zheming stood behind Black Hawk and watched the maple marks smash into the ground one by one, his handsome face with a painful and crazy expression, as if he was going crazy if he didn't do something.

His fingers slowly dug into the flesh.

The sword was about to be broken, Feng Zhen suddenly stopped his hand, turned around, pointed the sword at the black eagle, and looked at Yang Zheming who was ten steps away, his face was hideous and painful, his eyes were red: he gritted his teeth and said: "You used Her Royal Highness the princess to duel on the altar and delay everyone." He also used Qiao Wu and them to reveal the location to the king of Beirong, so that Jiaoyue could gain his trust, just to catch the priests of Beirong......"

His whole body seemed to be trembling faintly, and the internal force in his body was fluctuating, pouring into the blade of the sword, and the phoenix carving on the hilt of the sword faintly revealed a fire color.

Feng Zhen looked at Yang Zheming with murderous eyes: "Prince of Anqing, in your eyes, everyone can be a pawn at your mercy, but she, no." ”

Even if she wins, even if Beirong's vitality is greatly damaged, even if Beirong never has the ability to fight with Daliang again-what is the point of all this if she dies.

"She's so, trust you." Maple Scar said in a hoarse voice - she believed in him, willing to be a decoy, she believed in him, willing to make them all obey his maneuvering.

She believed he had that ability.

Yang Zheming stood there silently, suddenly turned around, and walked towards the palace with his back to everyone.

"Don't go." Feng Scar's breath was already chaotic, and his hatred was triggered, and he suddenly ran towards Yang Zheming, holding the sword in both hands, and the blade of the sword slashed down towards Yang Zheming from top to bottom.

"Sonorous-" The black eagle dodged behind Yang Zheming and raised his sword to block it.

Originally, with the strength of the two of them, this sword, Black Eagle should have blocked it. But when the blades collided, he immediately rushed to a tingling heat from the blade, along his veins, towards the lifeline, almost tearing his internal organs.

Black Eagle took a step back abruptly, used ten percent of his internal force to control the disorder's internal breath, and pushed away the maple marks.

Feng Scar was rebounded by the sword qi and fell to the ground, his red clothes were like snow, his black hair was like ink, and the blade of the sword in his hand was glowing with blood.

- The bloodline of the Fire Clan has awakened.