After the cold light passed, the innocent color in Ah Yan's eyes faded instantly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His eyes were flushed with a hint of blood, and he looked at the two black shadows that suddenly appeared not far in front of him, and the whole person was like a cheetah, and the scimitar in his hand shot towards the two of them as soon as he came out.

"Bang-"

The sound of the handover of weapons came instantly, and the two figures quickly fought with Ah Yan, between the two sides, between you and me, although Ah Yan's moves were sharp, the two opponents were not weak, and as if intentionally, Ah Yan was unconsciously taken farther and farther away from the carriage.

Di Huan frowned and listened to the sound of the fight that was already at least a hundred feet away, a haze appeared in his eyes, and the next moment, he felt a cold air hit his neck.

"Who?!"

Di Huan snorted coldly, the cold light flashed in his hand, and he instantly pulled out the soft sword on his waist, lightly touched the ground under his feet to avoid the sharp weapon that attacked, and pounced directly towards the figure that suddenly appeared.

Di Huan is not a weak scholar who is helpless, when he was not yet thirteen years old, he has been thrown to the battlefield by the previous King Jing, where there is no mercy to talk about, no one will sympathize with him and take care of him because he is young, some just kill and kill and kill, without any backup, and no one knows his identity, he still survived, countless times on the verge of death but crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Over the years, hundreds of people have been killed by his own hands, and there are countless people who have died in his hands, in Beirong, no one dares to speak out where Di Huan has passed, and everything Di Huan said is even more deterrent than the king of Beirong, and those people secretly call him the ghost face prince, which shows that he is by no means a soft-hearted person, especially in the face of people who may threaten his life, he has never left any mercy, and has always been unforgiving.

Although Di Huan couldn't see clearly who the attacker was, but the senses of the person who practiced martial arts were still there, at this time he noticed the killing intent on the person who was attacking, so he naturally would not be soft, and the soft sword in his hand flashed with cold light after infusing the internal force, and he was discerning the direction in his ears, and he kept attacking the opponent's person in his hand.

The person opposite Di Huan also wore a mask, and the figure in black clothes became longer and longer, his body moved quickly, and he waved the long sword quickly in his hand, fighting with Di Huan, gradually, Di Huan's movements were suppressed by the man, and the man was also very ruthless, seeing that Di Huan was about to die, the offensive in the man's hand suddenly stopped, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth, and Di Huan noticed that the man's attack was stagnant when he instantly bullied up, and the soft sword went straight to the man's throat, but when he was wrong, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell.

His expression flashed violently, the soft sword in his hand tilted to the side, and his left hand slapped towards the man's chest, and when the man sensed the danger, he also slapped it with one palm, and the next moment, Di Huan and the man snorted in pain at the same time, and quickly retreated backwards, and the two of them almost simultaneously covered their chests and spit out half a mouthful of blood.

Di Huan stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the thirteen princes of Nanchu, who have always been weak and sick, are no worse than the five masters in the world, Rong Thirteen, although this king is not defeated by you, but you have congenital fetal poison in your body, and Sui Hanxiang suppresses it, are you sure you want to lose both with this king?" ”

The figure on the other side was stunned, and the next moment he took off his mask and said indifferently, "King Jing is also good." ”

"Hehe-" Di Huan chuckled, looked at the vague figure in front of him, and said lightly: "This king and the thirteen princes have no grudges, why do the thirteen princes want to kill this king?" ”

"This son can kill whoever he wants, and never have a reason!"

Rong Jing snorted coldly, the narrow phoenix eyes had long lost their former warmth, but were all cold, the long sword in his hand was raised, and a little under his feet attacked Di Huan again, Di Huan felt the killing move in Rong Jing's hand, as well as his merciless killing intent, and suddenly said as if he thought of something: "Are you for Xue Rou?" ”

Rong Jing's face was even colder, remembering the way Di Huan hugged Xue Rou in the afternoon, and slashed at his chest with a sword.

Di Huan didn't hear Rong Jing's answer, but he felt that the cold and killing intent on his body were obviously heavier than just now, he suddenly laughed, and the low laughter continued to overflow from his throat, it turned out that it was really for Ah Wan, he suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Ah Wan and Rong Jing when he first came to Da Zhou, and his eyes were filled with boundless smiles, but Rong Jing only thought that Di Huan was laughing at him, his eyes were full of evil, completely ignoring the convulsions and pain from his body, the long sword in his hand overturned the soft sword in Di Huan's hand, and directly between his neck, I just want to stab it.

"Believe it or not, if you kill this king, Ah Wan will never forgive you for the rest of his life." Di Huan was not afraid at all, but said lightly.

The long sword in Rong Jing's hand froze, he had investigated Yin Ruohua's affairs, so he naturally knew that Ah Wan was Xue Rou or Yin Ruohua's small characters, why did Di Huan know? He stretched out his hand and stuck it in Di Huan's throat, and said sharply: "Why do you know that Rourou is Ah Wan." ”

Di Huan's eyes flashed, he really guessed correctly, Rong Jing also knew about Ah Wan's rebirth, he listened to the sound of armor colliding and neat footsteps not far away, and said to Rong Jing: "Are you sure you want to talk to this king about Ah Wan here?" ”

Rong Jing also heard the footsteps getting closer and closer in the night, knowing that it was the Jinggi Wei who was patrolling the capital, he looked at Di Huan's face coldly, the long sword in his hand was instantly put away, and after a soft whistle in the next moment, it disappeared into the night in an instant, and the two people who were trembling heard Rong Jing's voice, and after forcing Ah Yan back with their hands, they left quickly.

Seeing this, Ah Yan hurriedly ran back, and saw Di Huan holding the chariot, his face was pale, and there were blood stains on his clothes.

"Lord Wang!" Ah Yan exclaimed.

"I'm fine, get out of here first."

Di Huan waved his hand to signal that it was okay, now that King Rongyang was under martial law because of King Rongyang's 'forcing the palace', the palace was full of soldiers, and he couldn't let Emperor Zhengde know that he was fighting with someone at this time, let alone Emperor Zhengde knowing that the person who was fighting with him was Rong Jing.

Although he doesn't have a deep relationship with Rong Thirteen, just thinking about his disguise for so many years, and his unruly and willful behavior with outsiders, he knows that what he wants is not small, and more importantly, Rong Thirteen knows about Xue Rou, Xue Rou is a cautious person, and she is extremely wary of outsiders, if she doesn't trust Rong Thirteen, she will definitely not let Rong Thirteen know her identity. Therefore, he couldn't break Rong Thirteen's disguise, let alone let Xue Rou be implicated.

Di Huan directly let Ah Yan carry him into the carriage, and regardless of the injury, he urged Ah Yan to drive the carriage directly and quickly drive away in the opposite direction from the Gyeonggi Guard...... (To be continued.) )