Liu Niang smiled slightly and took a step back: "She doesn't necessarily thank you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info If she knew what you did in your previous life, I'm afraid she wouldn't have a good face for you. ”

Both fell silent and said no more.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, as if they are about to blow people over.

Those few pro-soldiers knelt in the snow, the snowflakes had already accumulated a thick layer on them, Su An meant to directly let them freeze to death here and accept the punishment of the ice god. There was a group of Beijung people around, and they couldn't see their faces clearly in the wind and snow.

Yang Xi approached those people, their faces were rough, their bodies were tall, and they could pinch her to death with one hand. When the first general saw her, he struggled, shook off the snow, spat on the ground, and cursed a Beijung. The others looked at her and laughed at each other, looking contemptuous and vicious, as if to satirize her for not being able to do anything.

For them, a weak and weak princess of Daliang is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

An Ning stopped five paces away from them, and it dawned on her that she couldn't.

Even if those people were very disrespectful to her, even if they murdered Qiao Mobai, Yang Xi couldn't kill someone in such a way.

She stood there stiff, and the generals' laughter grew louder.

Maple Scar was silent, slowly stepped forward, and drew his long sword. He walked up to the first general, the blade of his sword buckled around the back of his neck, and the generals smiled restrictively.

His sword is made of dark iron on Qinglong Mountain, and the hilt carved by the golden phoenix is silver-white, and the iron is like clay.

Maple Scar pointed to a spot on the man's neck and motioned to the princess: "Cutting it from here can reduce the force, and the blood will splash from front to back, and it will not splash on the clothes." ”

As soon as the words fell, he swung his sword and slashed it neatly, and the sword slashed through the man's neck like cutting tofu, and everyone didn't react.

The human head slowly fell, and blood splattered in the snow.

An Ning turned his face sideways and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and where the flesh was exposed, blood flowed out like a spring.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Maple Scar's expression was relaxed, as if this was just a demonstration of chopping wood. Blood dripped down his blade and ended up in the snow, still as clean as ever, leaving no trace of blood.

A really good sword can't even stop the dust.

Yang Zheming stood on the steps, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes - Feng Scar's swordsmanship had reached another realm, and in this world, except for the real descendants of the Fire Clan, there were few people who could match him.

He smiled and said to the black eagle beside him: "Now you, if you use all your strength, compared to Feng Zhen, I am afraid that you will not be as good as him." ”

Black Eagle was silent, but his eyes followed the young man in red closely, and the excitement of his opponent crossed his eyes: "I hope to play against him one day." ”

Yang Xi held the scimitar tightly, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, suddenly turned around and walked towards the steps.

Liu Niang said behind Yang Zheming: "She can't do it......" Yang Zheming coughed in a low voice and responded: "It's useless to be weak." ”

An Ning walked all the way to Yang Zheming, Yang Zheming looked at her, there was no fear and fear in her eyes, just helplessness and exhaustion.

With a movement of her fingers, the scimitar turned around in the palm of her hand, and returned the knife to him: "Such an opponent is too weak." ”

She disdains to deal with such people in such a way.

He smiled: "Keep it, be missed." ”

An Ning was noncommittal and continued: "Su An's conditions, I agreed, I will bring the letter of state back to Daliang and hand it over to Prince Zhuo Rui. After that, everything will be decided by my father, and my identity cannot interfere. ”

Yang Zheming looked down at her, with a hint of confusion on her face, as if after all the goals were achieved, she didn't know where the end was.

He said in a low voice: "Yang Xi, from your rebirth to the present, everything you have done, which one is what your identity should do?" ”

An Ning looked up at him, his eyes puzzled. Yang Zheming continued: "You saved the children of the Li family, in exchange for the Li family's Wanguan family property, recruited troops and horses to cultivate your own fine work, and now you are following me to Beirong to change the day...... Do you know to yourself what you want to achieve in the end? ”

An Ning frowned: "...... I told you"

Yang Zheming stroked his hand, as if interrupting her words: "You want Guotai and Min'an, but have you ever thought about how to achieve this goal, with your princess, can you do it?" ”

An Ning raised her eyebrows, and her eyes flashed with vigilance: "What the hell do you want to say?" Yang Zheming smiled: "You know it in your own heart." ”

If she is only a princess, she will inevitably be restrained and constrained, and she will never be able to truly achieve her goals.

deceiving the monarch, interfering in the government's affairs, and meddling in the political power of other countries...... Everything she does now, put on a princess, has already been transgressed, and if she insists on her identity, she will be constantly blamed and attacked.

She had to jump out of this identity and change positions.

An Ning suddenly realized and widened her eyes: "No. "She never thought about sitting in that position. She immediately said angrily: "Yang Ziming, don't think about using me. ”

As the words fell, she rushed into the temple in a rage. Liu Niang glanced at Yang Zheming, smiled helplessly, and chased after the princess.

Seeing the princess leaving, Fengji held the sword in his backhand, and saw the dozen or so people still left, their faces were angry and their bodies trembled, but they ran away with their cowardly laughter.

As soon as the wind and snow tightened, his figure disappeared into the wind and snow, swept in front of everyone, and in the next second, he had fallen twenty steps away.

Plop - Plop -

More than a dozen heads, which were originally fresh, fell to the ground one after another, and large swaths of blood splashed out, and large swaths of blood poured out of the falling bodies like streams.

There was a dead silence in the square.

It's too troublesome to kill one person by one, he prefers a clean one.

Feng Zhen put the sword back into the sheath, dressed in wind and snow, walked back to the palace slowly, and stood opposite Yang Zheming: "What Your Highness doesn't want to do, I can do it for her, I don't need her to do it." ”

Yang Zheming glanced sideways at him: "Maple Scar, your bloodline has awakened, you should have felt the difference." As soon as Feng Zhen's hand holding the sword tightened, he had a tendency to unsheath, and said coldly: "What do you want to say." ”

Yang Zheming turned to leave, his voice indifferent: "If you still want to stay by her side, restrain your killing intent, otherwise, you will harm her." ”

The awakening of the Fire Clan's bloodline is followed by the powerful power brought by the bloodline. This power will thirst for killing and death.

Because of this, the Fire Clan was slaughtered back then.

Maple Scar stood there, and after a moment, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the wrist of his right hand tightly, and tried his best to block the urge to draw his sword, and the strong internal force rampaged through his body, clamoring for an outlet.

He wants to kill, he wants blood, he wants to kill.