"What the hell is going on......

"The prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the princess of the former Qin Dynasty......"

"It's not a dream, is it? Why don't the teachers speak? No one stopped? What is the situation? ”

His Royal Highness didn't speak...... What about Chunhua-kun? ”

"Mrs. National Teacher...... Forget it, it's a mess if the national teacher is not here! ”

Looking at the young man and girl standing opposite the high platform, the entire Southern Chu Imperial Prayer Province was also in chaos, but when the bell rang, almost everyone held their breath, because no matter what, such a battle in front of them was not something that could be seen under ordinary circumstances.

It was really abnormal, and in the venue of the Southern Chu Imperial Prayer Province, the atmosphere became extremely dignified and strange for a while.

If it weren't for the limited number of people who could enter the venue, it would have attracted worldwide attention.

In the dead silence, the laughter of the young man, who had been intoxicated by the excitement that many people had already known, sounded.

"I didn't expect to come to the Central Plains this time, and I would actually be able to play with the princess of Qianqin," Yeluqi raised the blood-stained scimitar, his face was a familiar smile, but the next moment the young man who still looked childish on his face pasted the bloody scimitar on his face.

This action looked very bloody, and two women's screams suddenly flew down from the high platform.

Listening to the screams of her mother and Ye Jingshu, Ji Jiashu's pupils shrank.

Not only because of this action that was enough to make the Central Plains people uncomfortable, but what was even more terrifying was that with this action, an unimaginable aura overflowed from the young man.

Ji Jiashu had never been to the border pass, but he knew very well what this aura represented.

It's killing intent.

Real and bloody killing intent.

Ying Baoyue looked at the young man in front of her, her eyes moving slightly.

If there is any aura she is most familiar with in this world, it is murderous aura. But at this moment, she was familiar not only with the killing intent on this young man's body, but also with his actions.

At this young man's age, she thought she wouldn't be able to see this scene, but she didn't expect that this young son of the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty had also galloped on the frozen ground.

Yeluqi's action is the action that the Northern Wei Iron Cavalry would do before killing the enemy.

She didn't expect that after so many years, she would actually see this action again in such a place and on such an occasion.

Ying Baoyue raised her head slightly, looking at the light shining through the patio, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in her eyes.

"What? Scared? Looking at the girl whose expression finally fluctuated for the first time in front of him, Yeluqi took the scimitar off his cheek, revealing a blood-stained face, in order to be more hideous, he even wanted to lick it, which would definitely intimidate the women even more, but he still hated the taste of blood a little or forget it, such a face was enough.

He turned his bloodstained face towards Ying Baoyue and smiled smugly, "Don't worry too much, this is our custom over there, and the people of the Central Plains may be a little unaccustomed to it." ”

However, the girl in front of him didn't seem to care about the blood stains on his face at all, and the fluctuations in her eyes passed away in a flash, and Ying Baoyue just glanced at him lightly.

"I know," she said lightly, "but you say this as if the Northern Wei Dynasty was not the Central Plains." ”

"Don't forget," Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the blood stains on the face of the high-nosed and deep-eyed boy.

"Northern Wei Dynasty, south of the Great Wall of Eternal Night."

To the north of the Great Wall of Eternal Night, there is only one country. Not the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Under the ring, Meng Shi, who was silently walking back to his seat, paused, and Mo Hua, who followed behind him with his head down, was stunned and then raised his head and looked at the girl in the ring, "This woman ......"

"What's wrong?" Meng Shi asked.

"Nothing." Mo Hua lowered his head again, "Stepson, let's go back and sit." ”

is also the Northern Wei Dynasty, but he can't control the affairs of the Northern Han Pavilion. This is not his battlefield, Meng Shi took a deep breath and silently walked into the crowd.

And Yeluqi in the ring was stunned when he heard this, and the next moment he looked at the girl on his body, and the killing intent in his eyes was even better.

"Don't confuse me with your little sheep. Just a former Qin person, I really dare to say it. ”

"I'm just telling the truth." Ying hugged the moon and said.

Yeluqi was not angry and laughed, "It's the first time I've seen a former Qin person who dares to provoke the Northern Wei Dynasty so much, so are you really the princess of the former Qin?" ”

"Believe it or not," Ying Baoyue smiled.

"The former King of Qin didn't dare to offend the Northern Wei Dynasty," Yeluqi's smile was even stronger, "Or do you think you have such an identity, and I don't dare to kill you?" ”

"I'm the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, do you really dare to fight me?"

Whispering in the ring began, but before the rumors could fly, a woman's laughter sounded in the ring.

Ying Baoyue smiled, "Don't give us each of us a gold sticker, we are both on the edge of the royal family, isn't it just right for us to fight?" ”

Even if the identity of the prince can be a little more expensive, there are several elder brothers above Yeluqi, in other words, neither of them is a person who can influence the two countries.

If the Northern Wei Dynasty were to go to war with the former Qin, their identities would be just an excuse.

An excuse is an excuse, and there is nothing else without this.

It's nothing at all.

Just as she knew her identity, it was nothing to the young man in front of her.

Jiang Yuanyuan, who was sitting on the top and watching all this, suddenly laughed when he heard this.

"Second Highness, what's wrong with you?" Chen Zihan asked in a daze.

"It's nothing, I haven't seen such a person for a long time, it's very interesting to see it so thoroughly," Jiang Yuanyuan put away his smile and looked at the two people in the ring, "It's almost time to start." ”

And at this moment, a shout from the ceremonial officer suddenly sounded on the side of the ring.

"Zhongtang stepson for this field to win the first three thousand taels of silver! Winner wins! ”

Three thousand taels?

The people who were still talking about the conversation between the two people gasped for this big deal.

"This ......" Chen Zichu was stunned and looked at Ji Jiashu, but found that Ji Jiashu's expression became extremely cold.

Countless hands and eyes were chasing this battle, and everything was pushed to the top at this time.

Yeluqi's eyes, which had been smiling, turned cold and turned into innocent cruelty.

"If you don't admit defeat, do you really dare to fight?"

"Look for death!" One moment he was still talking well, but the next moment he had already shot the scimitar in his hand!

Moody, disregarding human life like a mustard.

With the light of the knife in the young man's hand, Chen Zichu heard the breaking sound of the wine glass in Ji Jiashu's hand.

"Thunder rush." Ji Jiashu gritted his teeth and said.

The fourth sword of the Lei Fa Sword, but it is also a sword that is generally used by the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The most cruel sword in the Thunder Law Sword, a sword that Ji Jiashu would never use.

Because the name one sword is actually four swords, and four swords are for.

There is no escape, and it is torn apart.

The air resounded with a half-fierce howl and a piercing roar, and four sword lights cut towards the girl's slender voice like lightning, as if to split her in half, and the pupils of all high-level cultivators shrank!

The terrible sound of shattering and smoke exploded in an instant, enveloping the entire high platform, and in the vicious swordsmanship of the blood-stained scimitar harvesting life and there was nowhere to escape.

A figure flew high.

All.

Towards shattering.

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