The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I don't know if it's because of fear of the unknown, or because of psychological reasons, Su Yitong always feels that his heart is falling.

When the group of people was still twenty miles away from the gate of Luoyi City, Yun Jue, who had opened the road in front, took people back and whispered a few words in Feng Feiyi's ear. As for what she said, Su Yitong didn't pay attention to it, and when the carriage stopped, she suddenly realized that hundreds of able-bodied bandits suddenly appeared on the official road, or rather...... It's the killer who came at her.

"What's going on?" She couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly lifted the curtain to look at the situation outside, but as soon as she raised her eyes, she met Mo Qingchen's familiar eyes.

I saw that in front of the hundreds of strong men, Mo Qingchen was wearing an ink-colored robe and dancing in the wind, standing tall and noble.

"You ......" Su Yitong was speechless, looked at him in a daze for a long time, and then asked, "Didn't you fall into the trap?" How...... What ......?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Mo Qingchen's sneering voice coming: "It's just a trap, you want to trap this palace." Su Yitong, you can't help but underestimate this palace too much,"

"Really?" Su Yitong said sarcastically: "Could it be that I remembered that day by mistake? Prince Mo wasn't a trap to step on by himself? I kicked it down? ”

One question after another made Mo Qingchen, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly change his face, and even his voice became cold. "It seems that you don't know what danger you are about to face," he said, looking at Feng Feiyi, who was sitting behind her, and asked with a narrow look in his eyes, "I wonder if the Lord Regent knows?" ”

"Prince Mo has gone to such great lengths, don't you just want to tell this king, how much you have lost your conscience?" Feng Feiyi snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "However, this king really never thought that the little prince Mo who everyone praised in the past would be a demon who regarded human life as a mustard. Thanks to this, the king has always thought that there are ten evils in the world, and this king alone accounts for seven evils. Now it seems that this king thinks very highly of himself. A character like Prince Mo is not only capable of ten evils, but it is not surprising that he is afraid that he can be called ten thousand evils! Is that right? Prince Mo? ”

"All evil ......" Hearing this, Mo Qingchen raised his eyebrows, and then sneered: "What the regent said is wrong, if this palace is really a person of all evils, how can you be allowed to live until now?" ”

"Where are you? It's clear that your people can't beat us," Su Yitong couldn't help but interject: "Besides, you killed us less along the way?" ”

"Really?" The corners of Mo Qingchen's eyes were raised, and there was suddenly a little playfulness in his voice. "Since you think so, how can Hongu bear to let you down." After saying that, he turned his head to look at the people behind him, and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze, didn't you hear His Majesty the Emperor of the Leaving Country say that he wanted to die?" ”

As his words fell, the black-clothed strong men behind him immediately clenched the hilt of the sword in their hand, roared lowly, and suddenly drew their swords and slashed at the guards of the Regent's Palace.

And in the midst of the earth-shattering shouts of killing, a hoarse and jerky voice suddenly came low, like a ghost, but it was extremely clear, and word by word fell into everyone's ears. "Regardless of the life and death of others for the time being, this palace only needs Su Yitong's life."

Regardless of the life and death of others for the time being, this palace only needs Su Yitong's life!

This is really arrogant.

Suddenly, countless eyes looked at Su Yitong, as if in their eyes, Su Yitong had become a dead man.

Su Yitong bit her lower lip with a dead face, and her hands hidden in her sleeves suddenly trembled involuntarily.

She felt it, this time, Mo Qingchen was not joking with her, he really wanted her to die.

Just when she was nervous and overwhelmed, and her face was bloodless, a pair of warm hands suddenly covered the back of her hand. Her body stiffened, and she looked up in amazement to show her eyes that she didn't have to worry, and her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

Obviously, Mo Qingchen didn't want to waste too much time on killing Su Yitong, so the strong men in black didn't choose between killing or not killing, but brandished their big swords and swords to cut down the people who stood in front of them one by one.

The blood soon stained the land outside Luoyi City that was once full of white bones, and from time to time, stumps with broken arms and legs flew into the carriage, which frightened Su Yitong's face as white as paper, and he screamed.

The guards of the Regent's Mansion quickly fell behind, and Yun Jue watched vigilantly as the strong man in black approached a head taller than him step by step, and cold sweat broke out on his body.

If he didn't guess wrong, these people should be veterans of the previous dynasty who had been killed and decisive on the battlefield for a long time. The knife in the hand falls, killing people invisibly.

"What to do, what to do......" Su Yitong's nervous heart rose to his throat, and he muttered in his mouth: "Didn't you say that the guards of the Regent Palace's palace can be one against ten?" How is it so weak? ”

Weak? For the first time, Feng Feiyi heard someone say that the guards he had cultivated with his own hands were weak, and his face sank when he boarded, and his anger suddenly increased.

In this battle, which was besieged by hundreds of strong men, the outcome was a foregone conclusion. Rao is Yun is good at fighting, but one punch is difficult to defeat four hands, and he finally loses the upper hand and is seriously injured.

The shouting of killing gradually stopped.

Yun Jue stretched out his bloody hand and lifted the curtain and got into the car, and before he could speak, he fell to the ground and passed out.

"Cloud Decision." Su Yitong was startled, she even forgot about her fear, and hurriedly got up to help, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, the car curtain was split in half and floated on the ground with the wind.

The people in the regent palace have not survived except for Yun Du.

The smell of unpleasant blood suddenly came to his nose, Su Yitong couldn't hold back the feeling of wanting to vomit, and reached out to pull Yun Du back.

"Regent."

The killing stopped, Mo Qingchen walked to the carriage leisurely, looked at Feng Feiyi and said slowly: "Why don't we make a deal?" You give Su Yitong to this palace, this palace...... Let you and your subordinates go? Can? ”

"You ......" talked about the issue of belonging so openly in front of her, Su Yitong was suddenly exhausted, and couldn't help but glared at Mo Qingchen fiercely.

"What if this king is not?"

"Then I'm afraid ......" The corners of his lips hidden under the black scarf hooked, and Mo Qingchen said word by word: "From now on, the name Feng Feiyi will disappear from this world." ”

"Really?" Feng Feiyi pulled Su Yitong behind him, and said indifferently: "Speaking of which, this king really wants to see what capital Prince Mo has to dare to be arrogant." ”

said that it was too late, Feng Feiyi's face sank, and his shot was as fast as lightning, but in an instant, the sharp palm wind had already arrived in front of Mo Qingchen.

The whistling wind seemed to be mixed with the momentum of thunder, and for a moment, Mo Qingchen clearly felt that death was approaching.

That's right, it's death.

As if suddenly sobering up, his eyes widened suddenly, and his body quickly retreated. However, Feng Feiyi didn't intend to let him go like that. He followed and leaped out, repelled several strong men in black who were gathered in front of the carriage with one palm, and said coldly: "Mo Qingchen, aren't you very proud?" Today, this king will let you know what regret is. ”

After that, in the disdainful eyes of the strong men in black, dust suddenly rose on the official road, and a gust of wind blew, and countless broken sand and small stones were also involved, covering everyone's sight.

The wind is loud, and the grass and trees are soldiers.

Obviously, there was not even a trace of the breath of living people around, but what was terrifying was that the strong men in black actually felt an eerie feeling in this broad daylight.

Once the fear takes root in the bottom of the heart, it will spread endlessly, and after a while, someone will fall to the ground and hug their heads and exhale because they can't stand this fear.

The wind was stronger, Feng Feiyi had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked coldly at Mo Qingchen, who was standing opposite him who was blocked by sand and stones, and said in a low and slow voice: "How?" ”

"Not how." Mo Qingchen looked at it coldly, and replied in a cold voice: "Even if your skills have reached the peak of the realm of creating gods, you can't escape." ”

With that, he slowly raised his hand, and the fallen leaves in the forest gathered into piles, changing with the change of his palm, sometimes like a river of traction, sometimes like a bird swallow in the sky.

I saw that the sand and rocks were flying all over the sky, and he gently sent the fallen leaves forward, and the fallen leaves rushed into the sand and stones and disappeared.

Su Yitong was worried about Feng Feiyi's safety, so he jumped out of the carriage early, but he was afraid that he would drag Feng Feiyi back, so he only dared to stand in front of the car and paced back and forth in a hurry.

Her uneasiness soon attracted the stares of many strong men in black around her. Of course, they will not forget that their purpose this time is to come for the emperor. Therefore, when Su Yitong had no intention of worrying about herself because she was worried, many people had already moved closer to where she was.

Master duels are often not about kung fu, but about internal strength.

The battle between Feng Feiyi and Mo Qingchen was not exciting, but what shocked the two even more was the comparable force value of the two sides. Obviously, both of them were shocked by each other's unfathomability at this moment.

In the past, Feng Feiyi always felt that a person like Mo Qingchen, who was full of thoughts of recovering the country, could only be regarded as a master at best, even if his kung fu was good, but now, ...... It seems that he has always been arrogant.

At the same time that the two of them were stunned, the fallen leaves and gravel that were entangled with each other suddenly "banged" and exploded in the air.

Suddenly, whether it was sand or gravel, or fallen leaves, they all turned into ashes, and the wind blew and dispersed.

"Since the internal strength is comparable, let's compete in strength."

Mo Qingchen glanced at the direction of the black-clothed strong men who were slowly approaching Su Yitong, and immediately flew up and fought with Feng Feiyi.

Because Feng Feiyi was facing away from Su Yitong, Mo Qingchen's move easily attracted his attention. And with the previous temptation, Feng Feiyi didn't dare to be too careless, and for a while he held his breath and made a sharp move.

After dozens of rounds, the two fought inseparably, not arguing about the high and low.

"Wind Wings ......"

At this moment, Su Yitong's exclamation suddenly came, and Feng Feiyi hurriedly turned around when he heard the sound, and his face changed greatly.