The two guards only heard a cold and flat voice without a trace of emotion, and the next moment Wen Qingyu had disappeared in front of him.

Wen Qingyu only felt that the wind was whistling in his ears, and his eardrums were painful: "Great Elder, you can actually slow down, I'm not in a hurry." ”

"Hmph." A cold snort came from the top of his head: "If you are long-winded, I will let the white eagle throw you directly." ”

"Aang." A loud eagle's cry pierced the sky, as if responding to its own master.

Wen Qingyu is now being caught by the claws of the white eagle and hanging in the air, and the scenery under his feet can only see some small black spots because of the distance. On the contrary, the white clouds looked closer, as if they could be fished in their hands as soon as they stretched out their hands.

The Great Elder stood firmly on the back of the eagle and looked ahead with a cold expression.

Wen Qingyu pursed her lips and stopped talking, she didn't want to ask Bai Diao Zhen to throw herself down. After falling, she absolutely can't die again.

The speed of the eagle is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it flew up to the high platform with Wen Qingyu.

The Great Elder did not deliberately embarrass her, and the white eagle landed very smoothly. She landed without the slightest sin, and the Great Elder jumped off the white eagle's back with a flutter.

Almost no one saw her legs moving, and the man fell silently on the table like a white cloud.

The Great Elder snorted softly, and it was as sharp and high-pitched as the voice of an eagle. The white eagle seemed to understand her words, and flew away with a flap of its wings.

"Let's get started." The Great Elder glanced at her, gave a faint order, and turned to leave.

The disgust in that look was not concealed at all, and it felt very bad to be looked at by that kind of gaze, and the mood was unprovoked.

"The auspicious time has arrived, the Demon Sacrifice Ceremony begins!"

The sound of thunder suddenly sounded in his ears, and Wen Qingyu woke up, and then quickly glanced around.

No wonder there is no one under the high platform, it turns out that everyone is here!

The table under his feet is huge, basically comparable to the size of more than half of the Jinluan Hall in Lianyin. It was divided into several pieces according to the distribution of yin and yang gossip.

The slightly raised Tai Chi Pisces in the center is a ring, and she is now standing at the black fish's eye.

On the white fish's eyes on the other side stood the silver-clothed fluttering, deliberately learning from the indifferent Feiluan like Luo Yeji.

The gossip map around is cleverly made into seats, that is, the stands. There are a lot of people in the stands now, and there are definitely no less than 300 people who sweep over with big eyes.

"Those are highly respected civil and military officials in the Shu Dynasty." Feiluan stood with his hands tied, his soft voice said slowly, and his slender fingers casually pointed towards the stands.

Wen Qingyu glanced at her, was she introducing the audience to herself?

"Those are the famous wise men of Shu, those are great Confucians, and those are the people with noble virtues. These people can represent the entire Shu Kingdom. ”

Wen Qingyu was silent, the audience's origins are different, but they have one thing in common. It has a very high reputation in the country.

"So." Feiluan hooked his lips and smiled: "Thank you for making me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the silver figure rose into the air.

Feiluan is body jumped to Wen Qingyu's side at once, and his plain white fingers were holding a bright sword. The jackdaw generally came to Wen Qingyu at once.

Wen Qingyu took a breath of cold air, Feiluan's body was too fast, with her current state, she would only die if she carried it.

"Slow!"

So a cold shout immediately sounded between heaven and earth, Feiluan's eyes narrowed, and he frowned while holding his sword. The audience in the four corners also frowned.

"If you don't introduce me, you're going to kill me?" The crisp sound echoed above the high platform like a pearl of jade.

The people in the stands were not moved, Feiluan hooked his lips and smiled: "Everyone knows your identity, it is the concubine that our master accepted in Da Zhou." ”

A trace of coldness flashed in Wen Qingyu's eyes very quickly, and the two words of concubine made her feel awkward.

"Who did the princess say? How did I not know? ”

"Luan'er." Great Elder Sen said in a cold voice: "The auspicious time has come, don't engage in meaningless verbal disputes. ”

"Yes." Feiluan raised an eyebrow at her: "You should die." ”

The next moment, the shot was like electricity.

The sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, and ruthlessly bullied Wen Qingyu's eyes.

"Ding." With a soft sound, Wen Qingyu's body flew out, crashed straight into the sturdy railing on the edge of the high platform, and almost fell.

Feiluan stared at the sword in his hand in disbelief, the sword that was just at the end was good, but now the top was neat and smooth, and there was clearly no sword head.

Wen Qingyu frowned, but fortunately she reacted quickly and was flexible.

When he climbed the high platform, he had already taken out the Yuzang sword hidden in his sleeve and secretly buckled it in the palm of his hand, so that he could cut Feiluan's sword for the first time. Otherwise, it was really bad luck just now.

Despite this, in the end, I still suffered a loss without internal strength.

If it weren't for Feiluan's light enemy and not giving full play to ten percent of her skills, even if she could cut Feiluan's sword just now, she would definitely be beaten under the high platform.

"Doesn't the princess need to change her sword?" Wen Qingyu stood up straight, and his cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Under the setting sun, the slender woman was dressed in a simple moon-white robe, her hair was pulled up high like a man, and there was no fat powder on her face.

The wind blowing on the high platform made her wide robe fly like a flag, which made people feel like seeing the goddess descending from the sky in the wind.

Some people have a little doubt in their eyes.

Isn't it said that it is the reincarnation of a demon?

That person not only destroyed the sacrifice of Shu Kingdom, but also charmed the king? Why is there no enchanting aura on the woman in front of her? On the contrary, fairies generally make life without the slightest blasphemy.

On the contrary, the princess, who is now dyed with three points of anger, looks a little more red dust than her.

"When the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enlighten the world, they can transform into millions of bodies, transform into millions of people, and come into the world in different forms."

"Ordinary people who have not been enlightened and do not understand Buddhism naturally cannot get a glimpse of the true bodies of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Demons imitate bodhisattvas, and there are millions of different forms. Thou shalt be steadfast in your mind, and thou shalt not be deceived by demonic appearances. ”

A cold voice without a trace of emotion suddenly sounded, like a slap in the face, and the doubts in everyone's hearts were broken at once.

The gazes of everyone looking at Wen Qingyu gradually became firm, and there was no longer a moment of respect.

Wen Qingyu sighed secretly, Jiang was really still old and spicy. The atmosphere she deliberately created was so bad that the old guy from the Great Elder could destroy it with a word.

"Luan'er, the devil is bewitching the people, you don't have to be merciful to her. Kill quickly. ”

Feiluan nodded at Wen Qingyu with the sword without the head in his hand: "To deal with you, such a sword is enough." ”

"The princess is mighty, the princess is good."

Immediately the stands burst into a tsunami of cheers.

Wen Qingyu was silent, how much did she not invite the Great Elder to see? Dig a hole for her so unsparingly!

not only confirmed that she was a demon, but also found a suitable reason for Fang Cai Feiluan to miss a blow.

Have a merciful heart, so you can't bear to hurt her? Be merciful, ghost!

"Whoosh." With a sound, Feiluan's body rose into the air, and the half-cut sword in his hand shook slightly, and it was like a snowy plum blossom blooming all over the sky and in an instant.

From each plum blossom, there is an undisguised killing intent.

Wen Qingyu gritted his teeth, fell to the ground, and rolled directly towards the side of the high platform.

There was a slight tingle on her cheeks, the cold blade brushed against her skin, and a few strands of green silk fluttered in the wind. The smell of blood made Wen Qingyu taste death again.

Finished. She closed her eyes, I am afraid that this catastrophe today will not be able to escape no matter what.

However, apart from a slight pain in his cheeks, there was no other discomfort on his body.

And the cold chill was obviously beside him, but he paused and generally never got close again.

"Do you want to die like that?"

Feiluan's sarcastic voice came to his ears, and Wen Qingyu opened his eyes.

The silver-clothed woman in front of her was holding half a sword in her hand, looking at her with a smile. There is undisguised cruelty in the bottom of the eyes.

"For me, death is never punishment but grace." Feiluan looked at her condescendingly with a smile in her eyes. It's like a cat that has caught a mouse, staring at its prey.

A chill rose in Wen Qingyu's heart, and he suddenly remembered that Feiluan had been in charge of Luo Yeji's Criminal Law Hall. Her best skill is torturous punishment.

That kind of perverted means once called the spirit blade to worship.

Now that she says this, is she planning to use all these methods on herself?

Feiluan's wrist was raised, and the sword in his hand tapped Wen Qingyu's cheek: "This is just the beginning." ”

Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand and wiped it on his cheek, and there was only a faint trace of scarlet on his jade white fingertips. It can be seen that the strength of Fang Cailuan's hand is not large, and the wound on his face has not reached the point of disfigurement enough.

"Feiluan, do you hate me so much?"

"Huh?" Feiluan was stunned.

"Don't deny it, I don't see hate in your eyes. You want to kill me just for what identity and mission. Wen Qingyu slowly stood up from the ground: "There is no hatred without love, so you don't love Luo Yeji at all." ”

"Shut up." Feiluan's body trembled, and his tone became a little angry.

"I've been told since I was born that I'm the future queen of Shu. In order to be able to become a wonderful queen of Shu, I have been working hard. But he didn't even look at me. Tell me, what have I been working so hard for? ”

A moment of paranoia flashed in Feiluan's eyes, and Wen Qingyu frowned.

"I'll tell you." Feiluan said coldly: "Luo Yeji can only be mine, and the concubine of King Shurong can only be mine." Until he officially canonizes me, any woman will have to die. ”

Feiluan raised his sword and stabbed towards Wen Qingyu without saying anything.

Wen Qingyu's eyes were cold, and he didn't dare to despise it at all. clenched the Yuzang Sword in his hand, waiting for her attack.

Feiluan has suffered a loss, so she naturally pays careful attention to her every move. This time, she poured her internal force into the blade, and the Yuzang Sword in Wen Qingyu's hand just stuck to her blade, and it shook out.

Wen Qingyu only felt that half of his arm was numb, but there was a heart-piercing pain at the tiger's mouth.

Looking down, the tiger's head was really shattered, and the palm of his hand was full of Yin Hong's blood.

What about being flexible?

The internal strength is not good, but if you can get away with a few attacks, in the end, you can only be slaughtered.

"Feiluan." Wen Qingyu gritted his teeth and said, "If you want Luo Yeji to look up to you, you should win me in a dignified manner." ”