Yan Rumei is not stupid, after asking, it suddenly became clear that the true soul of Xuanyuan Yu's body gradually woke up after meeting Xue'er, and occupied a dominant position for a period of time?

If there is a first time, there can be a second time!

Thinking like this, Yan Rumei's gaze couldn't help but look in the direction of Liancheng, but then she was stunned in place, and even forgot about the Zhantian Sword that swept over for a while.

In the direction of Liancheng, the smoke and dust were billowing, covering the sky and the sun, mixed with the roar of people, the neighing of horses, and the cunning earth trembling, and even the feet of the three people trembled slightly!

Yan Rumei was stunned, Xuanyuan Yu also noticed the abnormality, and the castration of the Zhantian Sword in his hand also slowed down.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I saw more than a dozen people, rolling and crawling from the side of Gyeongbok Mountain, one by one by the branches on the mountain to ragged clothes, even the crown of the hair was crooked, and even one person's crown was completely gone, and the cloak was very embarrassing!

"Third Highness, help ......"

One of them looked up and saw Xuanyuan, and immediately as if he had seen a savior, he screamed at the top of his throat and stumbled in the direction of Xuanyuan.

The people behind him seemed to see Xuanyuan Yu at this time, and suddenly ran in the direction of Xuanyuan Yu like a flock of ducks that had been driven down the river.

When he got closer, Xuanyuan Yu saw that among these dozen people, there was still a person protecting him!

The man was slender, obviously a woman, but he was haphazardly wrapped in a man's robe, revealing only the delicately embroidered corners of the garment and long hair like a waterfall.

What surprised Xuanyuan the most was that the person at the front was very familiar!

He paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but lose his voice and said, "Duan Qishui? How could it be you? ”

It's no wonder that Xuanyuan Yu was surprised, this Qishui was none other than the leader of the Eastern Spirit envoys who came to the West Desert to congratulate Murong Yuan on his wedding!

Take a closer look, aren't the embarrassed people who followed behind most of the people in Dongling's envoy team this time?

Murong Yuan's wedding yesterday, these people should go to the newly built Ming County Mansion to congratulate, and then drink the wedding wine, and meet the emperor Murong Ding of the Western Desert again today, if there is anything to discuss, if there is nothing to do, just leave and leave, why are they like ducks being chased by dogs?

In addition, they are protected in the middle...... Who is it?

Just when Xuanyuan Yu was doubting and guessing in his heart, he heard that paragraph Qishui hurriedly said: "Third Highness, the ministers are all acting on orders, and the emperor is doing this for your ......."

As if to cooperate with Duan Qishui's words, the people behind spontaneously dodged a gap, revealing more of the woman in the middle, and one of them carefully lifted half of the sleeves of the robe covering the woman's face, suddenly revealing half of the beautiful face of the city.

Xuanyuan Yu's heart was shocked, and even Yan Rumei and Li Zheng on the side changed their faces: As the Holy Mother of Amaterasu who is above the emperor in the Western Desert, shouldn't Xue'er be protected by heavy soldiers, how can it be in the hands of these dozen people from Dongling?

It's just that before Xuanyuan Yu had time to take a closer look at the tailgating, the group of people and horses that raised the dust in the sky came closer, and as the leader raised his hand, it stopped almost instantly, only the horses under him neighed, and soon quieted down.

Under the winter sun, this pair of people with bright vests, and the saber in their hands was unsheathed, reflecting the cold light, like a jungle composed of knives, and the killing aura went straight to the sky!

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Dongling, Xuanyuan Yu?"

The person at the head turned around in a circle, and then he stopped the horse, and his gaze at Xuanyuan Yu was like a knife, and his voice was colder than the knife forest behind him: "How can Xiao'er Murong Yuan come to congratulate His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Dongling in person?" It's just that since the third prince is here, why does he refuse to show up and hide his whereabouts, what is the reason? Is it because the third prince looks down on me in the West Desert and dislikes me in the West Desert that the Murong clan is not well entertained? ”

The person who came was about forty, handsome and handsome, with a long body and jade face, and it was Murong Chuan, who had always been unsmiling!

It's just that when these words came out, it was all Xuanyuan Yu's fault, after all, it was his dignified third prince, who was mixed in the envoy team and secretly appeared on other people's territory, and he never greeted anyone from beginning to end.

However, Xuanyuan Yu didn't care about whether he was losing money or not, he just wanted to see Xue'er, but as for the identity of the third prince, he never took it to heart.

Murong Chuan's words continued: "Since the third prince has been here and refuses to show his true face, even if I am not well entertained in Ximo, what does the third prince mean by letting his subordinates kidnap the Holy Mother of Amaterasu?" ”

"Our Lady of Amaterasu is the lord of my entire Western Desert, and her status is extremely noble......

Xuanyuan Yu was puzzled in his heart, he did hide his identity and sneak into the Western Desert, and finally took Xue'er's thoughts, but he didn't tell Duan Qishui and others, and even, when he came to the Western Desert, he hid it from those people, how could Duan Qishui say that it was Xuanyuan De's intention to bring Xue'er out of the Western Desert, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he called himself the Third Highness?

However, at this point, Xue'er was brought back to Dongling by Duan Qishui and others, it was better than continuing to stay in the West Desert, even if she still had a misunderstanding about him, he would have a chance to explain, wouldn't he?

As for the questions in his heart, when Murong Chuan, who caught up, was solved, it was not too late to ask Duan Qishui.

However, there were at least thirty or forty people in the envoy team that Dongling came this time, and now looking at Duan Qishui's back, at most less than half of them remained, and the rest of the people must have either been caught and detained by the people of the Western Desert, or they had already died on the way to escape before.

Therefore, these people are afraid that in addition to the destruction of the entire army of the Western Desert, the whole army will be annihilated, and the person who stays to stop Murong Chuan and the team behind him can only be him.

But there doesn't seem to be a better way than that. Thinking like this, Xuanyuan Yu instantly made a decision in his heart, so he snorted coldly and interrupted Murong Chuan's words: "I just took my Xue'er, and everything else has nothing to do with me!" ”

As he spoke, the Zhan Tian Sword in his hand was raised high again, as if he was going to fight against the entire army behind Murong Chuan with the strength of one person!

Murong Chuan never thought that Xuanyuan, the "third prince", had no princely routines at all, not even a word of quibble, so direct, so domineering, so ...... Unreasonable!

He is used to seeing high-sounding and clever words, and he was disrupted by Xuanyuan Yu when he landed, and he didn't need it if he was ready later, and a handsome face became a palette, green, red and white, and changed several colors in an instant, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Xuanyuan Yu didn't pay attention to Murong Chuan and the team behind Murong Chuan at all, among the people present, what could make him jealous in his heart, except for the tribulation, was only Yan Rumei.

Unexpectedly, Yan Rumei raised her eyebrows at this time, her eyebrows sparkled, and she took two steps back in the direction of Duan Qishui and the others: "I'll follow...... Shen Yixue. ”

She originally wanted to talk about the Heavenly Witch, but she thought of the words of the tribulation not to anger Xuanyuan, so when the words came to her mouth, she changed them to the word Shen Yixue.

Murong Chuan's face became a little ugly, these people ran to his territory and openly robbed people, not to mention, and their attitude was so domineering!

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while, and a thick * aura quietly diffused from between Murong Chuan and Xuanyuan Yu.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince, you really don't want to save a trace of face for my Xi Mo......" Murong Chuan took a deep breath, tried to calm the anger in his heart, and said again.

The Zhantian Sword in Xuanyuan's hand interrupted the other party as soon as he crossed it: "There is no need to talk nonsense, I must take people away today!" ”

After saying this, Xuanyuan Yu's whole person was already like an arrow off the string, and the Zhantian Sword in his hand suddenly conjured up countless sword shadows, slashing his head and covering his face towards Murong Chuan on the opposite side!

"Duan Qishui, take Xue'er to Jiashui City first!"

Xuanyuan's voice came out from that sword shadow, which also made Murong Chuan's face change again.

Jiashui City is a city belonging to the border of Dongling, and it can also be said to be the westernmost gateway of Dongling, with at least 100,000 soldiers. Xuanyuan Yu asked Duan Qishui to take Xue'er to Jiashui City, that is, to show Murong Chuan that he was determined to take Xue'er away, even if the two countries went to war, he would not hesitate to do so!

It's a pity that now is not the time for Murong Chuan to think about this problem, Xuanyuan Yu's sword shadow has already shrouded him, and it seems to have drained all the air around him in an instant, making his breath suffocated!

Because Xue'er was attacked on the way back to Lianrui Palace, and because it was Murong Yuan's big day, the task of leading people to search for Xue'er in the whole city and find Xue'er's whereabouts fell on Murong Chuan's head.

It happened suddenly, and what Murong Chuan brought out at this moment were some of the gold-armored guards, plus the officers and soldiers who patrolled Liancheng daily.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Yu's sword shadow was impenetrable, two of the golden-armored guards who were the first to react immediately rose from their horses and firmly protected Murong Chuan!

In an instant, blood rain flew up all over the sky, and the two golden-armored guards didn't even snort, they were ground into minced meat by Xuanyuan's sword qi!

Murong Chuan's jade-white face was also splashed with two drops of blood, and at the beginning, he still carried the residual warmth of the two gold-armored guards, which was cold for a moment, which also made Murong Chuan's heart cold.

However, these two golden-armored guards did not sacrifice in vain, at least they won Murong Chuan time to retreat!

The war horse under Murong Chuan neighed, and was forcibly strangled back five or six steps, finally withdrawing from the enveloping range of Xuanyuan Yu's sword qi.

Only then did the officers and soldiers on the daily patrol of Liancheng react, coupled with the stimulation of blood, they did not dare to slack off, and rushed forward like a swarm of bees, escorting Murong Chuan to the safety of the middle!

Xuanyuan Yu sneered again, and the Zhantian Sword in his hand swung again, rushing into the crowd in a blink of an eye, and suddenly the sound of countless blades being cut off sounded, mixed with exclamations, screams, and roars.

The Zhan Tian Sword was originally not a mortal thing, and when it was added to the extreme north, Xuanyuan Yu was incorporated into the body by the light sword (in fact, it was the soul of the Xuanyuan Sword), and it was even more in line with the Zhan Tian Sword, and even reached the point of the unity of human and sword.

This made Xuanyuan Yu rush and kill in the crowd even more like an arm and a finger, every time the sword went down, or the head, or the arm, or the thigh, there would always be someone's limbs flying out, bringing up a series of blood!