"Tsk, with the power of two people to kill more than ten people in my Beirong pillow remains, keeping you in the world, it is indeed a big hidden danger," especially these two people, one is powerless, the other is seriously injured, the Great Yan Dynasty is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, no wonder after so many years, he can't take Feng Mingxie's life, the figure who came out of the shadows is a black armored iron helmet, his voice is not young but full of energy, his chin is full of beard, and his neck is surrounded by a warm fox fur, which is a very strange dress in the warm spring night, especially, his legs and feet are wrapped with two pieces of animal fur.

And behind this man, there were neat soldiers standing in a line, scimitars on the side, and the cold light was cold.

Beijung.

This is a Beirong army of nearly 100 people!

Lu Yixin gasped.

Why, in the mountains and forests outside Fengyang City, there was an ambush of Beirong's Xiaoxiao.

The leader of the head is buckled with a animal skin bag, and the scimitar is inlaid with precious stones and broken jade, which can be seen that the origin is not small, and he has a cold eye: "Feng Mingxie is really not in such an embarrassed and isolated situation, and he can't help but let people take a few more looks," The little prince with flowery eyebrows is now pale and his cheeks are splashed with blood, and he doesn't feel dirty, on the contrary, the beauty of the eyes under his eyes has turned into a ripple, if it is normal, probably a man will be distracted when he sees it, but now, this leading Beirong people just want to ridicule and mock, "Tsk, little prince, Look at the injuries on your body, look at the girl who wants to fight with your sword, and then look at the so-called Mingjun hair and fall of Dayan, don't you just ask yourself, what is the point of such painstaking solitude? ”

His words were also very strange, as if he knew the cause and effect of the ending infinitely cold, as soon as he waved his hand, the hundred people of Beirong surrounded Lu Yixuan and Feng Ming's evil group, and the fire looked at their faces.

One is the general of Zhengxi, and the other is the prince of Fengxiao, any life is worth a million male divisions.

Now, it's all in his hands.

Feng Mingxie's eyes were clear and cold, and he felt an irrepressible scarlet heat surging in his chest, and poof, a mouthful of blood was choked out of his throat.

Lu Yixuan's heart was tight, and he wanted to hold him, but his hand stretched out halfway but shrank back.

"Don't be angry, this crippled old man still wants to appreciate it," the man's animal skin boots trampled on the gravel and dust, and made sound and footprints, as if returning to those desolate desert nights in an instant, "Le Muqin has been dormant in Pheasant Xin City for more than ten years but has never had a chance to avenge the old khan, and now it is up to me to fulfill my long-cherished wish." He shouted, and raised his head to the western sky, as if to comfort the spirits in the sky.

A good machine.

Lu Yixin was stunned, Le Muqin's righteous son was the man who captured her father alive!

The little general's eyes suddenly turned blood-red as if she was about to burst blood, she struggled to get up from the ground, the crook of her arm had been held by Feng Mingxie, she herself was completely discouraged, and the flesh and blood rubbed by her fingers between half kneeling and half crawling were blurred.

"Despicable!" She gritted her teeth, and at this moment she longed to eat its flesh and eat its blood.

Ah Shanji looked at the dying struggle ridiculously, and the corners of his lips hooked: "Little general, your father is a man, and he doesn't want to say anything after a thousand cuts." He clapped his hands as if he was recalling that unforgettable scene, Lu Henian was captured halfway without saying a word from beginning to end, Ah Shanji took revenge for Le Muqin, which is understandable.

There are a lot of people who want to take revenge tonight, and they really have a heart.

Sigh, Lu Yixuan said evilly.

"At the beginning, Lu Henian had hundreds of thousands of troops to confront my Beirong for several months, and the 80,000 people in Wuhuaimen were simply a bait, and you, the king of Fengyang, deliberately leaked the marching map, and the old khan was anxious for quick success and quick profit, and he was eager to win, so he was provoked to outflank Wuhuaimen to encircle and suppress the Duke of Wei, you died 80,000 soldiers, but our Beirong, the Khan died!" Ah Shanji shouted angrily, his fists clenched and it was a little difficult to control himself, "Lu Henian, Shi Hai, Pan Qiongrong...... Everyone in that army was the murderer of the old Khan! Ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, divided the corpse and broke the bones, so far the old khan has not had a complete body into the ground! ”

It's just—it's a shame.

It is a great shame that cannot be eliminated in Beirong.

A Shanji's grief and indignation also touched every Beirong pawn present, and they clenched the scimitars in their hands one after another, eager to kill the person in front of them who was no longer able to resist on the spot.

Lu Yixuan was also stunned by these words, she didn't understand what Ah Shanji was talking about: "Didn't the old khan die of illness in the royal court?!" ”

"Ha-sick and died in the royal court," Ah Shanji laughed, leaned forward and leaned back, grief turned into anger and shame, "Why does the little general still believe in the rhetoric in the court, is your Ninety-Five Respect terminally ill and died in the inner garden of the deep palace!" Lu Yixuan, who asked him this, was dumbfounded and couldn't refute it, and the high-sounding grandeur was used to fool the people, "Feng Xiaowang offered a vicious plan, forcing my Beirong Khan to die tragically, the royal family was in turmoil, and 80,000 people were exchanged for ten years on the border between the two countries, it was in vain!" "If not, the new emperor of Dayan was already unwilling to work for the people and money, and intended to make peace - bullshit, give the old khan another ten years, and the entire Dayan will be prostrate at the feet of that god of war!

Obviously, the belief and followers of many people in Beijon in Khan will not disappear with his death.

Ah Shanji's gaze was like a lone wolf in the desert, staring at Feng Mingxie word by word and gritting his teeth, the man in the moon-pigmented suit was half stained with blood but didn't even raise half an inch of his face, it seemed that all the words had nothing to do with him, Ah Shanji's scimitar was already attached to Feng Mingxie's cheek, condescendingly provoking his jaw.

"Little prince, don't admit it, you are a great achievement, you are so ruthless in the year of the weak crown, if it weren't for the unstable power and unstable status of Fengyang at the beginning of that year, and the fact that he left the fiefdom to go to the border pass to offer Lu Henian is such a thing as being shaken out by someone, I am afraid that no one will protect it, and now those who know about it have been driven out and killed?"

Lu Yixuan's stunned eyes fell on Feng Mingxie, the man's breath was extremely unstable as if he would swallow this breath in the next moment, his fingertips gently covered the corners of his lips, but blood could be seen flowing down the cracks of his fingers, the man wanted to say something, and in the end all he came out of was a series of muffled coughs.

"It seems that Mr. Lan hasn't had time to take out the silver needle in your body yet," otherwise Feng Mingxie wouldn't have suffered from suffering every year, "That old man regards you as a close friend and has to come to save your life thousands of miles away, if you still want to survive and be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate as General Lu Xiao, then hand over our Beirong emperor." ”

Feng Mingxie's eyes were clear, he didn't love and was never threatened by others, wiped off the blood stains and said lightly: "Mr. Lan is in this king's mansion, if you have the courage, you can go into the city to ask for it." ”

"Ha, you can't be a fool when you are Lao Tzu," the corners of Ah Shanji's eyes twitched, "Fengyang City is considered to be an iron wall, and it is too close, but here, it is outside Fengyang City, tonight is really wonderful, everyone wants to avenge the murder of their father." Ah Shanji stroked his beard a lot, and he had time to deal with the powerless hostages.

The friction between the sword blade and the sand and stone is eye-catching, only to see Lu Yixuan clenching his hands into fists and grabbing the fallen silver sword "Qiang" to support the ground, his body swayed and used this strength to support it, his knees tingled and half of his body was bloody, and Changfeng was already blocked in front of Feng Mingxie, and when she gritted her teeth, she could taste the fishy smell that kept surging in her mouth.

"If you want to hurt him, first step over my Lu Yixuan's corpse." She knocked her teeth and her lips were dripping with blood, and her brain was still a mess, for the conspiracy and rebellion ten years ago, for her father's willingness and Feng Mingxi's apology and concealment, she couldn't tell but she could also know deeply at this moment, she couldn't help these people, blaspheming the men around her.

He is a relative of the emperor, the proud son of the sky, and the upright prince of Fengyang in the Dayan Dynasty.

Right and wrong, good and bad—how can foreigners be allowed to beak.

Ah Shanji was very surprised by the power that burst out of this little girl's body, she was obviously exhausted and hoarse, and she obviously looked like she would fall down when she touched it, but she wanted to stand in front of Feng Mingxie and swear to go to the soup - ha, that man is really good at buying people's hearts.

"Lu Yixuan, although I have an enmity with you, I also respect you for being a heroic talent, who can cut off my father-in-law's back road and capture Hetujiya dangerously, but you have to think clearly, your man pushed your father to the forefront, and he contributed to the destruction of the Wei Mansion, Feng Ming has deceived you for so long, and you still have to be so desperate."

"Phew," Lu Yixuan took a mouthful of blood, and said coldly, "Whether you want to hate her, whether you want to love him or not, it's my Lu Yixing's business, it's not your turn to point fingers, the name of the little prince is disgusting when it comes out of your mouth!" She almost used her last strength to lift the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand, "Le Muqin is extremely stupid and vulnerable, just like when your old khan died at the hands of my father, exactly the same. ”

Lu Yixuan does have the ability to anger people, and when she is mean, people can't wait to pull out her three-inch incorruptible tongue*!

Ah Shanji's eyes were filled with anger when he heard this, and when he pushed the soldiers around him away, the scimitar in his hand was already out of its sheath, and the cold light seemed to be a piece of snow drifting by, leaving no room to cut down towards Lu Yixuan.

"Mingyi—you dare to touch her!" Feng Mingxie's heart jumped and shouted in vain.

His words were extremely strange, and he actually called out the name of the King of Jin, the blade of the Beirong barbarian struck Lu Yixuan's long sword, and the cold light was driving on her neck, at that moment, a silver chain flashed under the moon, "Qiang", and actually knocked out A Shanji's scimitar, leaving only a blood mark on Lu Yixuan's neck.

Feng Mingxie was exhausted from his breath, his brain was dizzy for a moment, and even his vision was obscured by the moonlight.

The corners of Ah Shanji's eyes twitched, and he couldn't understand why the person who was slowly coming out of the darkness wanted to save Lu Yiyun.

"Uncle Xiaohuang, you are really clever."

King Jin is vicious, and he is already standing by Ah Shanji's side, and the two of them are in a raccoon dog, and they have already secretly colluded!