Fu Chu, Ye Huawan and Bai Qige didn't know martial arts, so they naturally became the object of everyone's protection, Bai Qige stood up with Li'er in his arms, and looked around vigilantly, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

"Over there. Qige, don't follow us around, the person on the other side doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. Qiao Qingxu looked at the windblown grass in front of him, and said in a low voice.

Bai Qige was at a loss, Li'er said that someone was coming, and Qiao Qingxu also said that there were people, but she didn't feel anything except the sound of the wind blowing and the trees, let alone finding the enemy. Maybe this is the difference between her and those practitioners, the cultivation of "qi" in ancient kung fu is superb, and it is not impossible to discover the enemy situation before her in terms of breath.

"Fu Chu, Ye Zi, can you two take care of Li'er?" Bai Qige bent down and gently put Li'er on the ground, seeing Ye Huawan nodding firmly, a gentle smile appeared on her face, "It will be over soon, take care of Li'er, and take care of yourselves." ”

The bright light of the short sword snow reflected everyone's eyes, causing one of them to gasp: "Cuihuang Sword." ”

"What." Bai Qige looked down at the short sword in his hand that Ning Xi gave when he first saw him, and was slightly surprised. She only knew that the sword was exquisitely made, finely made, and sharpened like clay, but she did not realize that it also had a name, and that someone would know it at first sight.

Seeing Bai Qige seemed to be puzzled, the man was a little excited: "It is said that this is the last sword created by the sword-casting master Feng Si, the last time it appeared was at the Cheyenne National Festival a hundred years ago, I really didn't expect that it was in the hands of the princess now, this is the will of heaven." Looking at the sharp and dazzling short sword in awe, the man sighed with infinite emotion: "The man who gets the phoenix is the queen and the queen, it seems that the princess is destined to be the mother of the world, and the seventh prince must be the lord of the distant country." ”

"Even the destiny of heaven is destined to pass the current level." Yi Chenjing didn't look at the sword, and with a twist of his wrist, the long sword came out of its sheath and sounded a sonorous whisper, pointing directly at the empty grass on the opposite side.

He could feel the strong aura coming from the other side, irritable, cold, mixed with the excitement of the imminent killing.

That's definitely not the feeling that ordinary killers have.

The green grass undulates in the waves under the strong wind, and the dark green and light green are contrasted, except for the rustling sound, which is almost eeriely quiet. Under the calm is often the most terrible storm, and in the blink of an eye, a few dark colors suddenly burst out of the grass where no human figure could be seen, and rushed towards the people who were on guard at an incredible speed, and in an instant they were close to the front of them.

Bai Qige almost suffocated, and she immediately realized that this time the enemy was stronger than before, and she couldn't resist it even if she tried her best.

A whisper came from the side, and panic flashed.

"The Seven Devils of the Carrion."

Before the end of that exclamation landed, his chest was suddenly hit by a huge force, and after a period of dizziness, Bai Qige fell to the ground. The attack came from his own side, although the strength was heavy, he was well measured, and he didn't hurt her by half a point, frowned and raised his head, a row of copper-walled backs towered side by side, counting Qiao Qingxu, a total of seven people, blocking her and Yi Chenjing, Fu Chu, Ye Huawan, and Li'er behind her.

The sword and sword, the handover of gold and iron, and the posture of a desperate battle.

In a trance, this thought flashed through my mind.

Subconsciously pulled Li'er behind her, Bai Qige looked at Yi Chenjing nervously: "Who is it?" ”

"I don't know, but it's strong." Yi Chenjing took a deep breath and looked at the wall of people who were not moving in the battle, and his eyes were full of worry, "Qige, I'm afraid that Qiao Zhai will be in danger, these people are really strong, far more than I expected." ”

Bai Qige smiled bitterly and was speechless. She could see that Qiao Qingxu and the others were desperately prepared, but unfortunately, she also saw someone with a desperate look on their faces.

The Seven Ghosts of the Rotting Corpse, what a terrifying and dark name, just think about it, you know that it is definitely not a good stubble, even the well-informed Qiao Qingxu is so nervous, it can be seen how bad their situation is. Yi Chenxuan dared to choose places that had no advantage for him at will, and he also relied on the strength of these people. The most calculating prince had already laid a net that could not escape, just waiting for them to step into it.

This is still the case here, Cihu Mountain. The other trap where Concubine Jing is and where Yi Chenjing should go will be the Shura Hell that cannot be escaped.

"I'll help, you protect them." The warm palm of his hand quickly swept over the side of his cheek, and the warmth left behind was quickly blown away by the wind, but the tenderness could not be eliminated. The long and proud figure was involved in the battle, and the occasional lit sword stinged his eyes, making Bai Qige dare not look at it or think about it.

What will happen to him. What will happen to them. How many innocent deaths will be needed for this battle for the throne to come to an end.

If there is a battle, someone will die, and she also understands that soft-heartedness will only harm herself, but she has seen too many lives and deaths that should not be there, and has experienced too many broken families and separated relatives, and she can't stand this meaningless but endless cruel game. She wanted to kill, she wanted to kill the enemy in front of her, and she wanted to kill Yi Chenxuan, so that all the sorrow that was constantly being staged would come to an end.

Someone's blood splashed hot on his face, slowly sliding across his cheeks and dripping onto the sword.

"It's time to finish." I don't know whether it was a sigh or a whisper, Fu Chu didn't have time to stretch out his hand to stop it, the white and blood-stained figure had already left, and there was a touch of color in the fighting crowd, and a few sharp sword lights.

Bai Qige couldn't describe how terrifying and strange the battle was deeply imprinted in his memory, the seven enemies, acting as fast and agile as ghosts, could not cut anything with the sword he swung, but inexplicable wounds appeared on his body from time to time, slender and floating on the surface of the skin, and the same was true for others. The seven ghosts of the rotting corpse are human but more terrible than ghosts, as if they are not here to kill, but to torture, in order to snatch joy from the painful expressions of the enemy, the slender and sharp little blades cut through the skin and splashed blood, but because the wounds are not deep, even if they are cut hundreds or thousands of wounds, they will not be life-threatening, only painful, crispy and itchy pain, and weak due to slow blood loss.

There is only one way to go on like this.

"Stop, Your Highness has an order, let them go." A cold voice suddenly came into his ears, indifferent and without a trace of emotion.

The body of the rotting corpse seven ghosts was stunned, and after thinking for a while, they all took a few steps back to the left and right, just exposing the person who spoke in front of Bai Qige and the others.

Su Jinyan.

With blue eyes like jade and a peerless face, it is Su Jinyan who has not been seen for a long time.

Su Jinyan ignored Bai Qige and the others, took out a gilt gold medal and stretched out his hand to the seven ghosts of the rotting corpse: "Your task is over, the bounty agreed in advance has been sent to the inn, don't step into the imperial capital for half a step in the future." ”

The Seven Ghosts of the Rotting Corpse looked at each other, looking a little hesitant, and it was not only them who were suspicious of what Su Jinyan said, but also Yi Chenjing and the others.

Yi Chenxuan wanted to put Yi Chenjing to death from beginning to end, how could he stop when he was about to finish. Remembering that Su Jinyan had also helped openly and secretly before, Yi Chenjing had an epiphany, I was afraid that this was another lie to save them. I don't know if this lie will be seen through by the rotting corpse seven ghosts.

Sure enough, the Seven Ghosts of the Rotting Corpse did not fully believe Su Jinyan's words: "The fifth prince said that you are missing, and now he is holding a token and asking us to release people, why should we believe you." ”

"Not by anything, believe it or not. You know Your Highness's temper, and I don't need to say what will happen if you disobey his orders. ”

"At most, there are a few stinky money who are looking for someone to clean us up by virtue of their identity, heh, who to scare." One of the Seven Ghosts sneered, "You are scared when we are scared. What kind of shelf is a lowly little man, don't go back to your highness's bed and fight for favor. ”

A wisp of fierceness in her blue eyes was fleeting, Su Jinyan was silent for a moment, and a note was sandwiched between her fingers: "This is a letter from His Royal Highness, you can read it yourself." ”

Fang Cai laughed at Su Jinyan, the man hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously stepped forward to take the note, and when he opened the folded note, something came out of his chest, stained with blood, and was coldly inserted behind his back.

The sticky blood beads on the dripping grass blades gathered more and more, and the slightly fat body shook twice, and fell to the ground with a bang, and it was too late to even scream **, and one of the seven ghosts of the rotting corpse died under Su Jinyan's hands like this.

At that moment, everyone was shocked, whether they were friends or foes, and looked at the blue-eyed man who drew his sword indifferently, and his movements were casual and lazy, as if he was doing an extremely ordinary thing such as eating and drinking.

Suddenly, a roar broke through the dead silence, and the seven ghosts of the rotting corpse who had lost their partners were full of grief and anger, and they actually raised their weapons and rushed towards Su Jinyan regardless of Yi Chenjing and the others behind them.

Su Jinyan's kung fu can't be compared to the Seven Ghosts at all, and killing one person also relies on a sudden secret attack, but he is not panicked, and in the face of the murderous Avengers, he just dodge, dodge, and continue to dodge. Why should he do it? Those beautiful eyes reflected several hurried figures, and the first person to hold high the sword was the person who had repeatedly sacrificed his life to help.

An imperceptible smile spread to the corners of his lips, and he picked up his sword and fought back neatly, the sword was fierce, and the sword was deadly.

Xu is rotting corpse seven ghosts have to cooperate with each other to have amazing power, lost a partner and was attacked by Yi Chenjing and others from behind, caught off guard and greatly reduced the combat power, not long ago with a playful mentality to torture the prey of the six people quickly defeated, only half a moment later was defeated, four dead and two wounded.

Miraculous reversal.

"Are they all badly hurt?" Qiao Qingxu spit out the blood foam in his mouth, stepped on the seriously injured enemy under his feet, and hurriedly asked everyone about the situation before he could even breathe.

"Brother Lu is seriously injured but not life-threatening, we are all skin injuries, not in the way."

"That's good." With a long sigh of relief, Qiao Qingxu looked at Su Jinyan with a vigilant gaze, "Who is he." Your friends. ”

Have your friends followed the assassination five times? is not a friend, so what is it for Su Jinyan to help Yi Chenjing a few times. Bai Qige really wanted to tell Qiao Qingxu that this person was Yi Chenjing's perverted admirer, think about it or forget it, don't make outsiders think that her man also has a habit of breaking sleeves.

"There are some interests, and you can see them as your own people for the time being." Yi Chenjing's answer was vague and very appropriate, Su Jinyan did not object to it, and accepted it calmly.

This fight was a little inexplicable, first an unexpected enemy appeared, and then the five princes' subordinates came to help, Qiao Qingxu's mind was confused, and he felt more and more that he had stepped into the most chaotic fire pit in the world.

Su Jinyan's sudden appearance surprised Yi Chenjing too, frowning slightly, and there was still three points of vigilance in his words: "What do you mean by this." intends to betray Yi Chenxuan. ”

"The guards at the city gate are my eyes, and I have been following behind when your soldiers have come to rescue people in two ways." Su Jinyan didn't answer Yi Chenjing's question, but untied a jade pendant from his waist and threw it over, "If I hadn't brought Concubine Jing's token, you wouldn't have made a move just now, would you." ”

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Yi Chenjing replied indifferently and ruthlessly.

Hearing the word Concubine Jing, Qiao Qingxu's eyes tightened, and her volume suddenly increased: "Concubine Jing is in your hands." What about Cihu Mountain. There is no concubine in Cihu Mountain, only an ambush. ”

It was a matter of the safety of the Zhan Ting, Qiao Qingxu hoped that Su Jinyan could tell him that there was no danger there, and that the Zhan Ting would return safely to meet her, but what she was waiting for was not expecting an answer, but a cold light passing through her eyes.

Then, there was a chill in his chest.