Kerosene? Zhen Yue was suddenly surprised, and was surprised that Wang Ping was thoughtful, and saw Wang Ping and the soldiers throwing the kettle on the glacier, holding the fire fold in their hands, and galloping their horses, the gale howled, and the fire folded at the moment of casting, and was blown more and more brightly by the wind, and with a snap, it fell on the arch bridge covered with fire oil, and the sky-high fire instantly spread all over the world, and the heat wave swept madly one after another.

The moment the fire broke out, she saw the arrogant figure chasing through the flames, and the blade-like phoenix eyes were like blood on the sword under the light of the fireworks.

The fire enveloped the arch bridge in an instant, and the glacier under the bridge made a continuous breaking sound, and the hot temperature began to melt the ice rapidly, Zhen Yue and the others finally had a moment of respite when they saw this.

only heard a loud bang, and the neighing of the war horse roared, like a bloody sword, which made Zhen Yue startled, and when he saw the domineering man on the glacier, he had already gasped in shock.

The Dongtan soldiers who had just had a respite were all full of bowstrings and aimed their arrows at the lonely man on horseback.

Everyone never expected that this mighty King of Beiying Ling would frantically pass through the flames and stand on the glacier with a lifeless prancing horse.

The fire of the arch bridge is unscrupulously devouring a qiē, rendering the night extremely red, the glacier has been full of cracks, the ice under the man's horse's hooves is gradually thinning in the high temperature, the Jing River is fierce, the people of Beiying are not good at water, and the falling glacier will only be washed away by the turbulent river, everyone at this time is just understanding, why the world calls King Yu Mo Ling the first madman in the world!

The man was dressed in a dark white robe, his long black hair was like a dazzling sword, and the mount under him, Chifeng, like its owner, did not have a trace of fear of being in danger.

Separated by layers of flames and through the turbulent river, Bei Mo Ling's gaze did not take away from the woman's sharp and firm face for a moment, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes contained monstrous anger, like a bloodthirsty dragon, and finally turned into a cold to the bone.

The Beiying soldiers who rushed behind him exclaimed one after another, Bei Moling didn't seem to be able to hear a word clearly, only the scream of the cold wind rolling the heat wave in his ears, and his heart was in the high temperature, gradually cooling, just like the frost that had been left all over the ground for countless nights in the past.

Zhen Yue's hand holding the reins gradually turned blue, she resolutely turned the horse, and as soon as the horse's hooves were lifted, she heard a deep cold sound pierce the night and penetrate the heat wave, like a heavy hammer that shattered the hesitation in her heart.

"Zhen Yue, if you dare to take a step, I will definitely wave my army south, wash Dongtan with blood, let the people of Dongtan wail under my sword, and let him mourn at my feet!"

With a whoosh, the arrow was fierce, and it went straight towards the Jing River, but it was broken by Beimo Ling's sword, and the blue carved long sword was as sharp as if it had drunk blood.

Wang Ping put down his bow and arrows and scolded loudly: "My Tan country is a brave and warlike warrior, and I am not afraid of you executioner!" If there is a kind, let the horse come! ”

The sharp gaze came, and the horse under Wang Ping retreated in shock, and the horse's hooves swirled on the scorching snow.

Fu Ziran blocked in front of Zhen Yue without a trace, trying to block the piercing gaze.

I saw the woman raise her horse and step forward, a large piece of firelight imprinted on her cold and lonely posture, and her back became more and more straight, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes were cold inch by inch, and she said categorically: "Bei Moling, I said that you will never be able to stop my pace, even if you are broken, I will resolutely leave, we are not the same kind of people after all, and we are destined not to go to the same camp." Her eyes were bloody, and she resolutely said: "If you go south because of me, I will swear to die, you want to invade the south, and first step on my corpse!" ”

The words are like blood knives, the dull pain is like a crazy vine, instantly swept Bei Mo Ling's limbs, he thought he could be indifferent enough, but he never thought that the armor in his heart had long been in the day/day getting along, becoming **naked, at this moment, he felt that he was so low, so cheap that he deceived himself, so cheap that he discarded the strong shield of the heart, and the smell of rust gushed up from his throat, and he swallowed it resolutely.

He suddenly felt that he was so ridiculous, the beauty he had built with his own hands was worthless in her eyes, and the effort was so hurtful.

"Let's go!" Zhen Yue didn't want to take another look, turned the horse, rode the horse away, and everyone also put down their bows and arrows to follow, once the fire weakened, the enemy would support the boat to cross the river, and then they would be restricted everywhere, so it was the best strategy to flee quickly.

The night engulfed the figure of Mercedes-Benz, buried the future of hope, and finally turned into dust.

"Your Highness, come up quickly, the ice is too thin!"

The four hooves of the red wind kept retreating, looking for a stable position, if the man had not heard, he had been looking at the dark plain, until he could no longer see a trace of figure, before falling into the river, like a ghostly axe, he leaped up, and the red wind stopped steadily on the riverbank.

The wind of the night grew more and more furious, blowing the flames towards more ferocious realms, and the sky goshawks flew and screamed, casting gray-blue shadows.

The ground is full of Beiying Praetorian Guards, Princess Ling fled, they are duty-bound, they are ready to lead the death, Zhang Liang, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, raised his head slightly to look at the master on horseback, he has been talking about lotus, he can't say a word, he has been following the master for eight years, has experienced countless battles, the master has always been a calm and decisive person in his heart, tonight's master, lonely, the faint pain seems to be unable to suppress, has long been all over the body.

Zhang Liang couldn't hold back any longer, and said softly: "Your Highness, go back, your subordinates will send someone to take the road from Dingyang, and they will definitely be intercepted in Gongcheng." ”

The corners of Beimo Ling Yinhong's mouth smiled bitterly, and she didn't know whether to answer Zhang Liang or say to herself: "Can you still chase it back?" She was so resolute, without a trace of nostalgia, he lost after all.

"I can chase it back." Zhang Liang hurriedly said, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

A man with a magnificent appearance suddenly laughed, his narrow phoenix eyes with flame-like blood, raised his head, looked at the lonely cold moon, and said gloomily: "A woman is really the most poisonous thing in the world, the first poison in the world of the seven-hearted golden cicada, I have tasted the two most poisonous things in the world, my body and soul have long been dilapidated, and none of them are intact." ”

The icy wind poured into his flying sleeves, which seemed to cool his heart for the first time, and his dim eyes gradually became indifferent, colder than the glacier under the cold river, and the soft color of the first bloom was shattered in an instant, sinking into the cold pool again, and the handsome back was lonely like a snowy peak on the snow.

The tiger and leopard rider with the most superb riding skills in the Beiying Emperor's army crossed the Jing River overnight and pursued it in two ways, trying to outflank it before and after, and stopped Zhen Yue and others in Gongcheng.

Zhen Yue and the others have encountered countless obstacles and attacks, and they are like lost dogs all the way, without a moment of respite. (To be continued.) )