Wen Huiliang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The old man has been fighting horses all his life, and he is loyal to Pangu Kyushu, who in the world does not know? Moreover, more than eighty percent of the military attaches of the Holy Court are his old man's protégés, so it is impossible to have a gun." But the Dark Arrow never broke. Whether it is public or private, the old man must not make any mistakes. ”

"So...... Someone has to make a trip to White Emperor City. ”

Shang Yunfeng groaned slightly, "Can the teacher agree?"

Wen Huiliang smiled slightly, "The old man is above board and has never disdained conspiracy, so of course he can't let the old man know about this matter." If Ye Feifei can retreat with his whole body, it will naturally be a different situation, if he can't...... We also had to prepare early. ”

The people in the gate withdrew one after another, and only a dozen people remained at the entrance.

Ye Feifei shuttled back and forth to check everyone's injuries. He found that the method of stopping bleeding with grass juice was very effective, but it was not possible to use it by someone else, which puzzled him.

At this time, in the eyes of these thousand private soldiers, he seemed to have become an omnipotent transcendent being, and the eyes that looked at him were full of reverence.

It feels like it should be about the same, he asked these self-reported homes to count the number of people, but it was different after reporting a few times, so he had to make up a number for everyone in a hurry, so that the individual could remember his number, so that the specific number of people would be counted immediately.

Except for Qiao Da and the others, only two people out of a thousand people did not come out, Ye Feifei didn't say a word, turned around and rushed into the pass.

At this time, Baiyun Pass was already crowded, and there were Dalai soldiers everywhere, holding short arrows and shooting everywhere.

Less than two hundred meters into it, he found two people hiding behind a low tree, both of whom had been shot in the leg and were unable to move.

The two men were overjoyed when they saw him appear, and he motioned for them to remain silent, then quickly turned back and called two more people in.

Sneaking closer, he whispered, "Wait a minute, you guys get out at once!" and then jumped into the air, brandished the cross sword, stabbed the two of them, and rushed to the hillside.

The Dalai soldiers immediately chased after him.

The gate was full of corpses of Dalai people, and Ye Feifei could only keep running towards the top of the slope.

His purpose was very simple, to attract all the people who came to export.

The frenzied Dalai soldiers chased after him desperately, leaping and jumping, screaming everywhere he went.

The reason why he did not leave the gathering place of the Dalai people was to attract the attention of the greatest possible extent, and more importantly, to avoid their ubiquitous short arrow sneak attack.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky was already slightly bright.

More and more people fell around him, but there were more people who surrounded him.

Looking in the direction of the exit of Baiyun Pass, he was at least a thousand meters away from there, and in this distance he was densely packed with Dalai soldiers, and it was impossible to rush back.

The long-term fierce battle had already made him feel that his strength was overdrawn, and the speed and intensity of his actions had weakened a lot, and if he continued like this, he would inevitably be crushed into pulp by the red-eyed Dalai soldiers.

Suddenly, the killing stopped.

Ye Feifei was stunned for a moment, looked towards the entrance, and saw a bearded man in black armor rushing in on horseback.

"Hula!"

The Dalai soldiers raised their arms and shouted, automatically getting out of the way.

The man rushed forward, took out a longbow from behind him, and aimed a sharp arrow at Ye Feifei.

"Who are you?" the man asked in a muffled voice.

"Ye Feifei!"

The man was stunned, "Your name is Ye Feifei, my eldest brother died in your hands?"

Ye Feifei laughed, "I don't know your eldest brother, but I have indeed killed a lot of people, and I don't know if there is your eldest brother in it." ”

The man sneered, "If you are caught now, I can give you a way to live!"

Ye Feifei swung the cross sword and disappeared, and raised his hands high, "I surrender!"

"Bundle up!"

...... Free Chinese

Ye Feifei's whole body was tied into zongzi, stuffed into a carriage and ran wildly.

In less than half an hour, a huge city appeared in front of it, and the three big characters of White Emperor City shone above the city gate.

In front of a large tent, he was pulled out of the carriage and thrown to the ground.

There were already dozens of people kneeling or sitting there, and at first glance they knew that they were all captives like themselves.

The bearded man jumped off his horse and hurried into the account, and in less than a moment he ran out with a group of people.

Led by an old man in a green robe and a crown on his head, surrounded by everyone, the big man pointed at Ye Feifei and said, "Father, he said his name is Ye Feifei. ”

Ye Feifei looked at this and guessed that since he was called his father, he should be the prince of Dalai. He was thinking about it, only to hear the old man say in a deep voice, "What about the princess?"

"Here I am, Your Majesty. A light voice came into his ears, and Ye Feifei was stunned.

I saw a beautiful woman dressed in a gorgeous costume coming.

Qiao Yun?!

"Princess, is it him?" asked the old man.

Qiao Yun's eyes were blazing, and he swept across Ye Feifei's face, "Back to the king, it's him!"

"Okay!" the old man gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to kill my king, I will show you to the world!

Ye Feifei was escorted to the improvised altar.

Qiao Yun's appearance surprised him, but he also became suspicious of the true identity of the Hua Clan. The death of the patriarch Qiao Yu may make this secret unsolved forever.

The height of the platform is less than one meter, and there are hundreds of military attachés gathered under the stage, and not far away is an endless barracks.

The old man is King Dalai, and it seems that he has met the big boss.

King Dalai stepped on the altar, took the big knife from the executioner's hand, stared at Ye Feifei and breathed fire in his eyes, "You dare to kill my son, today I will personally let you taste the taste of separation of flesh and blood!"

As he spoke, he raised the big knife high and aimed it at Ye Feifei's left shoulder.

"Dang!"

The piercing sound of gold and iron sounded, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

Ye Feifei had an extra cross long sword in his hand, which could block the big sword.

King Dalai was also stunned, "You...... How can there be a knife in your hand?"

Ye Feifei smiled slightly, "You should ask why my hands are not tied!" As he spoke, the sword body turned, and with a choked sound, the big knife in the hand of King Dalai flew into the air, and a sword light slashed through his neck, blood light burst out, and the head fell to the ground.

The broadsword turned upside down, and the tip of the knife plunged straight down into the chest cavity of King Dalai's lost head, until it sank into the handle.

While!

The tip of the knife is nailed to the table through the body.

Ye Feifei flew off the altar and spun around a few times among the stunned generals.

Heads fell to the ground one after another......

As he passed by Qiao Yun's side, he just snorted, and the blade swept over her hair, taking away a wisp of green silk.

Qiao Yun screamed and fell to the ground.

"The king is dead!"

"The king has been killed!"

......

"What's going on, don't mess around!" A sentry ran in the distance, led by the big man who had captured him.