"Your Highness......" Zhong Ying fell into an ice cave.

"That's bamboo, that person is bamboo. Yang Qingjue withdrew his hand and tried to adjust the chaotic aura.

Before the words fell, there was blood in another place.

Yang Qingjue has seen it a long time ago.

As he stood at the head of the city, directing his men to attack and defend the next wave, he saw the raised head.

But see ...... And how......

At the foot of Yang Qingjue is a city.

Ye Qinzhu was broken into thousands of pieces, and only one person died.

He took half a step back, and the dead must be hundreds, thousands, ten thousands.

Yang Qingjue pushed Zhong Ying away and stood up from the ground.

He staggered a few steps, threw himself at the horse tied to the gate, and took the reins in his hand.

"Your Highness, you can't go out of the city!" Zhong Ying's face changed and he chased forward.

Yang Qingjue turned her head, her cloudy eyes were slightly puzzled.

"Your Highness, your body ......" Zhong Ying ended her words halfway through.

"Your Highness, or do you like to hear me call you the Seventh Prince. Although Tuoba Ning withdrew his troops, the large army was concentrated in the rear, and if you go out of the city to find him now, you will definitely die. If you stay in the city and recuperate, you can still have a glimmer of life. ”

Zhong Ying has never regarded Yang Qingjue as a prince, in his eyes, it is just a jade son who walks side by side with Miss Ye San.

"You've done a lot for the capital, and I don't want you to die like this. And if Miss Ye San is still alive, she definitely doesn't want you to seek death. ”

Yang Qingjue listened carefully to Zhong Ying's words and nodded seriously.

He rolled over his horse, mounted on his horse, and spoke without emotion.

"Pei Shu, die to me.

Brother, die to me.

Father, died of me.

Zhao, died of me.

Ying'er, die to me.

Bamboo, die to me. ”

The corners of his mouth hooked far-fetched, his hand pressed against his chest, and he coughed vigorously twice.

"Zhong Ying, my hands are stained with blood. Isn't it normal for the guilty to pay for their lives?"

He looked up to the sky and smiled, raised his hand, and whipped his horse.

The horse let out a long neighing and galloped out.

No one present dared to stop him.

Zhong Ying frowned, took a deep breath, and leaned against the wall.

Your Highness the Seven, crazy......

Yang Qingjue has never been so easy, the arrival of Yang Qingtan and Ye Sheng made him unload the burden of his body, and Ye Qinzhu's death broke all the defense lines in his heart.

He rushed out of the capital, and his spiritual power leaked out of his cracked skin, surrounding his body.

In the distance, he saw the trail of a group of people.

Obviously, it was the army that was speeding up and found that someone was chasing and came to intercept it.

It was found that there was only one person, and the soldiers who came did not let their guard down.

After all, they need to watch out for high-level spirit masters.

Therefore, there are seven six-star spirit masters.

Yang Qingjue pulled the horse and slowly took out a long sword from the stone with the wrench.

"Who's coming!" As soon as the leader drank it, he felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards him.

His words broke in his throat, and in the next second, blood gushed out of his neck, spreading a layer of warmth on the vast earth.

This is a straight road outside the capital that extends in all directions, and the blood is flowing, and I don't know where it will go.

The people around the deceased gasped and waited for it.

With such spiritual power, is it a seven-star third-class spiritual master?

"Who?" they realized that the spirit master's movements were very stiff, and even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest because of his opening, "Yama. ”

In an instant, the spirit masters who were originally blocking in front of Yang Qingjue scattered to different directions, each killing Yang Qingjue with different postures.

Yang Qingjue turned the blade of the sword and stabbed into the head of the person directly in front of him, and with a force, the long sword directly split the head and slashed obliquely into the eyebrow bone of the person next to him.

There was a wind behind him, Yang Qingjue turned sideways slightly, the knife did not hit the vital point, but sank deep into Yang Qingjue's flesh and blood, unable to pull it out.

Yang Qingjue reached back and grabbed the throat of the knife holder, and the spiritual power was released, and the neck was instantly broken.

His spiritual power hooked the hilt of the knife and pulled the ring knife out of his body with force.

As soon as he hooked his hand, the knife was thrown. As if it had eyes, it just hit the front door of a person who retreated in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the four were dead.

Cold sweat dripped from the faces of the remaining two, and they glanced at each other, and attacked again.

This spirit master, as if he was dying, didn't care about his injuries at all, and single-mindedly sent them back to the West.

The long knife that stabbed into his back brought out a large chunk of flesh, but he didn't even frown when he pulled it out.

"Give me death!" one of them roared, his twin knives beckoning to the madman's head.

The spirit master stooped and turned, and stabbed the man in the abdomen, and then pulled it sideways.

The man felt only a sharp pain when he saw his intestinal organs fall out of his body.

At the same time, several poison darts pierced the spirit master's chest.

The only remaining spirit master lost his breath, although the seven-star spirit master sounded terrifying, but there were more high-level spirit masters, even if it was ten four-stars, it could fight against one seven-star spirit master.

There were eight of them, almost all of them were spirit masters above six stars, and seven of them were dead right now.

The spirit master watched Yang Qingjue push away the corpse pressing on his body, and his expression suddenly froze.

He's alive?

In the next second, a person flashed in front of him.

Yang Qingjue's face was expressionless, and the spirit master could only see two traces of red left from his eyes, dripping onto his blood-stained clothes.

The next moment, the spirit master's head flew up and fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Qingjue raised her eyes slightly and pulled out the darts on her chest one by one.

Drawing the last knife, his knee finally went limp.

The silver sword fell to the ground, and he went from standing to kneeling.

If you want to kill the people of Anguo, it is impossible.

He couldn't even kill eight six-star spirit masters unharmed.

Yang Qingjue's elbows were on the ground, and between exhaling and breathing, he could feel a coolness on his face slowly passing by, fleeting.

He struggled to raise his head, and a drop of crystal water dripped into his parched pupils.

It's raining, it's finally raining.

He slowly fell, facing the gray sky.

The dark clouds you pushed and pushed, and they accumulated together, and finally they couldn't accommodate too much rain, and the accumulated water droplets tilted down.

The rain sprinkled on Yang Qingjue's face, making him finally sober up a little.

Yang Qingjue's chaotic eyes regained their agility for a moment, and he just stared at the sky blankly, and the cold rain gradually stained the temperature.

The sound of flowing water sounded, from far to near, step by step.

In Yang Qingjue's eyes, a girl who was scattering entered.

The girl is very good-looking, with a soft appearance, like a beautiful girl singing soft words in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The corners of her mouth have always maintained a certain curvature, reminiscent of the priest who once lived in the temple.

But the priest did not have such a strong aura of fireworks, compared to the priest, she was an ordinary woman who had completely entered the world.

She approached him and crouched down slowly.

"High Priest of Ningguo makes a wish......" The girl spoke, her voice soft, with a little sigh, "The third wish, the blood is continuous, the Ye family has a descendant, and the royal family has a successor." ”

"She lacks spiritual power, and this third wish could not be fulfilled originally. ”

But the name is so, but it is not necessarily. ”

She put her fingers on Yang Qingjue's neck and chuckled.

"Although the High Priest's wish can come true even without me, I am also destined for that Miss Ye San. I don't want you to fall like this. ”