Liu Jian took a deep breath.

The smell of blood was in the air.

No one has tried to slay a dragon in hundreds of years......

The closest time to the present, the Mojia Juzi was besieged by a hundred schools, the sages withered, and the blood flowed like a river.

"The snow is flying in June, the locusts are sweeping Hebei, and the Son of Heaven is crying in the palace...... "Liu Nanshi sighed long, "I never thought that one day such a scene would reappear in the world......"

"Lu Qian's ineffective actions are not enough to rely on, you crossed the river in Jinling, and went to the sandbank at the mouth of the river on the other hand, the last occupation before the death of Young Master Shao ten years ago, the dragon came out of the water, and now it has come true. ”

Shen Zheng's tone was still flat, as cold as pig iron.

Liu Jian felt that he was trembling, and he shuddered with fear.

"The dragon can only come from two places, Yunmengze, or Canghai, the children of Confucianism are all over the world, and it cannot be hidden. Shen Xingzhong raised his head, "Nanshi." ”

Liu Jian really trembled, he looked at the eyes of his long-time friend in front of him, it was like a winter night sixteen years ago, two big stars suddenly lit up in the moonless clear sky, so bright and so dangerous.

"Man can only live for a hundred years. ”

Shen Zheng suddenly showed a smile, and at that moment, Liu Jian felt a warm current rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Ah," Liu Nanshi also laughed, "I will let Confucianism pass on forever." ”

"Without further ado, I won't send you this autumn of survival. Shen Zheng put away the map, then turned around, "No!"

An ordinary man quietly walked out of the corner of the room.

Liu Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Only now did he realize that the man had been in the room from the beginning.

"We're going in a hurry," Zhang Tai didn't say much, "we'll leave at once." ”

......

The fourth prince, Yuan Huang, sat under the tree and looked at the empty chessboard.

If there is one word to describe him, it must be boredom, this man has no hobbies, does not smile, and even fights with his brothers, he does not hesitate to choose to support the prince from the beginning.

Many people say that it is not that he chose the Mo family, but that only the Mo family can endure his boredom among the hundred schools.

"Will the prince be deposed?"

"Inevitably. It seemed that the demon clan on the other side couldn't understand this sentence, and the scholar in front of the chessboard added an explanation, "If the new dragon enters the game, the situation will naturally change, and now the chaos is only the prince who has lost his position, and His Majesty naturally understands this." But Lord Sijing still said what he saw, which meant that the emperor wanted to see the situation change. ”

"Am I going to stop my father?"

"Of course. ”

Yuan Huang carelessly placed a white seed on Tian Yuan.

"Dragons?"

"Juzi has gone, he has probably changed horses by Jishui, no one will be faster than him. ”

"No," Yuan Huang finally threw the second white seed in his hand back into the box, "what are we going to do with this dragon?"

"I don't know what Juzi will say," the scholar hesitated, "I will keep it if I am a decent person, and I will get rid of it if I am not right." ”

"Won't he think about me?"

Yuan Huang looked at the frightened scholar and laughed.

"Do dragons know good and evil?"

......

"Dragons are attracted to beads. Yuan Chi sneered and stood on the railing of the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, overlooking the imperial capital. "Only dragons can match dragons. ”

He knew what his brothers would do.

That would be ridiculously futile, and eventually the dragon would come here and join the chaos, and only he, the emperor's youngest son, the true golden bloodline, Yuan Chi, could be able to match this dragon.

And mortals, destined to be just the background.

......

Like a white bird in the wind, Bai Gongzi danced lightly under Magellan's sword.

She felt like she was facing something inhuman.

Magellan was still holding the flower pot in his left hand, which made his attack much less threatening, and Bai Gongzi could even find a gap to turn around and push away the boy who was unwilling to retreat, and let him leave the dangerous battlefield.

Like a white water lily swaying in the wind, she spun lightly, then pressed her hand on Magellan's sword.

It was a desperate battle, and Bai Gongzi didn't know what she was facing, and she felt like she was dancing against the wind.

Maybe the wind will always subside.

Bai Gongzi comforted himself in his heart, and stretched out his right hand to the gap on Magellan's left.

For a moment, she had the opportunity to completely abolish the man's left hand, but before touching the flower, Bai Gongzi turned her hand to the left.

Then Magellan blocked the palm with his sword horizontally.

Bai Gongzi flew out gently like a catkins in the wind, she couldn't get the upper hand in the confrontation of strength, so she chose to back down again.

But Magellan finally lost his patience.

He lowered his body and rushed out.

Like an off-string arrow, aimed at the boy.

Bai Gongzi has no way back.

She stood in front of Magellan and looked at the sword.

Bai Gongzi still didn't give up, although there was only despair in front of her. But perhaps, perhaps, there will be a slight flaw that will allow this attack to be blocked.

Then Bai Gongzi saw what she was looking forward to, and the arrow deviated slightly from its original direction.

A white jade-like hand pressed against the spine of the sword, the blade's soft groan of slicing through the air had not yet dissipated, and the sword was pulled away from its original purpose by a gentle force.

Magellan's door was wide open, and Bai Gongzi stepped up and raised his elbow, and then desperately found that the other party had crashed into him like a suicide.

Behind her was the boy.

Bai Gongzi finally realized one thing, their battlefield had expanded to the point where the boy had nowhere to avoid.

But she was powerless to end the fight.

Magellan did not let go of this moment of confusion.

He was far more patient and stubborn than Bai Gongzi thought, from the beginning, Magellan did not misjudge Bai Gongzi's strength like everyone else, he knew that the battle would definitely come to this point.

So Magellan knew what he had to do.

He swapped his sword for a backhand and began a frenzied dance.

Although his left hand restricted his movements, Magellan was free for this short period of time.

The wind became sharper, and it used to carry the butterfly to fly, but now it only tore the butterfly apart.

Bai Gongzi lowered her head in embarrassment and dodged the fatal sword, and her wooden hairpin split into several pieces and flew out.

Bai Gongzi, who had long hair and was still flawless, and for a moment, her face became weak, but it was only a glimpse.

Magellan's next sword was about to fall on the boy.

Then Bai Gongzi disappeared with the boy.

The next moment, they appeared on the rooftop.

Magellan's sword was covered with a white garment.

That was Bai Gongzi's stunt, known as the "painted skin" trick, and he had helped her escape from a desperate situation several times.

But she's never been more embarrassed than this time.