The Cloud Stepping Pegasus galloped, and Zaligu and the other three Xuan Wolves were once again thrown away.

Lingxiu's breath was weak, and blood continued to gush out of his mouth as Tianma jumped, and Zhuo Zangfeng's chest was stained with blood. His brow furrowed, and he reached out to test her pulse, which was also declining.

He sighed, slowed down slowly, and pulled up the reins, and Pegasus suddenly stopped, and the others stopped.

Put Lingxiu on the solid ground, everyone gathered together, silently watching, and felt very uncomfortable.

The princess held her pale hand and wept.

Lingxiu was already unable to open his eyes, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he said intermittently: "I...... Didn't report to the princess in advance...... I was afraid of arousing suspicion, but now that I'm okay, I can finally ...... I slept peacefully...... Your Highness...... I'm from Datang, I don't want to...... I don't want to stay in Yanzhiguo. ”

After saying that, a smile bloomed on her beautiful face, and she exhaled her last breath, and then passed away.

Mo Ya and Xiao Ni threw themselves on her corpse and cried bitterly.

"Sister Lingxiu, we all blame you......"

The princess stopped her grief and asked Yao Changshan, who was guarding the horses, "Uncle Yao, is this my Tang Territory?"

The old pawn who had fought with the war horse for most of his life was carefully guarding in order to prevent the heavenly horse from galloping away without control, and when he heard the princess's question, he was sincerely frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "The princess is self-respecting, my long handle is just a pawn, how can I be worthy of the title of His Royal Highness?"

Unmoved, the princess whispered, "In my heart, you will always be my uncle." ”

In a word, the white-haired old man could no longer hold back tears.

In his heart, Lingxiu's death was because he saved the princess, and he died as he deserved. Although it is also very uncomfortable, as a soldier, this kind of death is also tragic.

It's just the princess's gentle "uncle" that made him cry.

"Uncle Yao, is this the realm of the Tang Dynasty?" the princess turned around and quietly wiped away her tears and continued to ask.

Yao Changshan listened, without any consideration, and said loudly: "This is my Tang Tianxiong Pass Plank Road, and Emperor Taizu was stationed in front of it back then. ”

The princess nodded and ordered: "Ling Xiusheng can't enter my Tang Dynasty, and she can't be buried in a foreign country when she dies." Since this is my Tang territory, let's bury her here for the time being, and when we return to Beijing, we will send someone to move her bones back to Chang'an!"

Zhuo Zangfeng turned around, thinking that Lingxiu was not shocked, his heart was deep, he could be regarded as a heroine among women, and now he was buried in this vast green mountain, and his soul could be regarded as returning to the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone was busy, and he stood alone on a high place, listening to the movement on the road.

Zaligu brought dry food and water, so he should be catching up soon.

Those wolf leaders didn't know if they could stop that cultivator?

Mo Ya cleaned up the blood stains on Lingxiu's face, took off the jade bracelet on her wrist, and put it on her arm, and then watched with tears in her eyes as Yao Changqi put her sister who had taken care of her for many years into the dirt pit, and couldn't help but cry loudly again.

Zaligu finally caught up, but his expression was extremely unnatural and he looked terrified.

Without the command of the leader of the wolf guard, the Xuanming Wolf only cared about following the old wolf ridden by Zaligu, he could not restrain the wolves, and he did not even dare to jump off the wolf's back.

They have all seen the ferocity of the Xuanying wolf with their own eyes, and they don't know how many wolf attendants have died in the wolf's mouth. The strict hierarchy of the Iron Imperial Floating Massacre is not allowed to be crossed by anyone.

The wolf servant is only the lowest level, and has no status at all, and is far less important than the Xuanming wolf, so the foolish Zaligu is restless on the wolf's back, and he is thinking about how to jump off the wolf body safely and not be surrounded by wolves.

Catching up with Zhuo Zangfeng and the others, he felt a little more at ease, thinking that this Tang envoy was resourceful and would definitely have a way, and then seeing that the beloved Xiaoni had escaped safely, he was immediately full of hope.

Removing his pockets and looking at the Xuanming wolves gathered around him, Zaligu smiled bitterly and waved his hand.

In one pocket is water and dry food.

What's in the other pocket? Zaligu untied the second pocket, Zhuo Zangfeng heard the sound of the silver two colliding, and shook his head!

After burying Lingxiu, everyone began to share dry food and replenish water.

Xiao Ni saw that Zaligu was still sitting on the wolf's back and refused to come down, and for some reason, she shouted: "Come here, drink some water, we can hurry." ”

Zaligu looked at everyone and drank water, licked his chapped lips and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, a white light crossed the sky, and a faint figure suddenly flew from the top of the mountain, and the speed was extremely fast.

Zhuo Zangfeng sensed an extremely strong sword intent, thinking that this person's qi was so powerful, and his cultivation realm was obviously much higher than the two guards of Mu Wangfu, so he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone get on the horse and leave!"

The man, dressed in black, stood on the mountain pass, looked at the people who were rolling and fleeing on the road below, and sneered.

"It's a big joke that these rabbles can escape the pursuit of two five-rank martial artists and kill one person!"

He raised his hand suddenly, and a long sword flew out of his sleeve.

The heavens and the earth were dark in an instant, the autumn wind stopped howling, and countless yellow leaves that fell on the ground quietly turned over.

The boulders on both sides of the mountain wall cracked and rolled down with a loud bang, blocking the middle of the road.

In the face of great changes, the cloud-stepping horses neighed vigorously, intending to cross the rocks.

The man in black stared intently, pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and took out another sword.

A sword opened the mountain, and the boulder fell like rain.

Seeing that he could not force his way through, he did not need to be commanded by his master, and his hind hooves suddenly stepped on the falling stones, turned back like lightning, and jumped to safety, snorting incessantly.

Under the traction of boundless sword intent, the rolling stones gradually folded into a small mountain, and the crossings were in the middle of the mountain road, and the birds were sad.

"King Mu's Mansion has actually dispatched a great sword master!"

For the first time, a look of shock appeared on the princess's face.

The knowledge is extraordinary, and there is no real skill under the hands. This is Zhuo Zangfeng's evaluation of the princess.

He couldn't catch any breath of the cultivator standing on the top of the mountain, who seemed to hide himself in the autumn wind, in the autumn mood of the mountains.

"On the mountains, autumn is really stronger!"

He Bikong, who had been following, looked down at the people who were blocked on the mountain road, and was very interested.

"Do you think that the princess is unprepared? You can completely trust two five-rank martial artists? You people of the Tang Dynasty are arrogant and think that there is no one in my Great Yan Country?"

The third-grade martial artist has been able to refine the flying sword, but it is not pure and cannot be fully controlled; the second-grade martial artist can fly with the sword, and the great swordsman who is above the first-grade martial artist who "melts the divine realm" and "passes the divine realm" has the hope of refining the flying sword into a sword element.

The so-called flying of Edgeworth does not have to step on a long sword, this is just a rumor.

The cultivator uses a powerful qi machine to communicate with the heaven and earth vitality, and with the help of the ubiquitous aura in the air, the speed is as fast as a projectile, this is the flight of the imperial sword.

He Bikong's tone was extremely flat, but every sentence clearly fell into everyone's ears.

He looked at everyone leisurely and said calmly, "Except for the princess, there is no need for anyone else to live. Do I do it, or do you do it yourself?"