A few days ago, the last of the summer was still on the continent, and the first autumn rain had not yet had time to fall. Only in the morning and twilight, the wind under the dim sun has a crisp autumn mood, waving and blowing between the hills, forests, and ridges.

The autumn wind gradually made people sad, and Fan Xian at that time did not have too much sorrow, he sat in the long black convoy, with the ups and downs of the carriage and contained sleepiness, this sleep is a fake sleep, he just closed his eyes, let go of his mind, and let the two true qi in his body with completely different natures secretly warm and nourish in the upper and lower two weeks of the cycle.

Tianyi's Natural True Qi Method was transported in the last heaven, gentle and pure, and he had to be recited, and his true reliance, that powerful domineering True Qi, traveled everywhere in his body, strengthening his body and hammering his mind.

The content of the booklet that Si Gu Jian gave him when he was dying was also firmly remembered by Fan Xian, and this way back to Beijing in the west, while continuing to temper his own cultivation, he also tried to continue to follow the mysterious words on the booklet, let go of his mind, and perceive the possible existence in the surrounding void, and the possible unwarranted fluctuations of vitality. Maybe it's because of the fatigue of the journey, or maybe it's because there are too many heaven and earth aura Zhong Xiu on the shore of the East China Sea, so along the way, Fan Xian hasn't made much progress, but the speed of mobilizing his mind and being sensitive to the outside world is much faster.

There is no day without meditation, not a moment without penance, this is probably the real reason why Fan Xian can have today's strength and status, right? A gust of wind blew into the curtain of the carriage, making him squint slightly, and for some reason his heart trembled a little, and he felt a chill, as if he felt that there was something going on under the sky. Some things that are destined to affect you are about to happen.

What could it be? He squinted at the drowsy mountains outside. Slowly sinking the true qi accumulation in the body, the mind was gathered back from the surroundings. Dongyi City is basically decided, my father left Shijia Village and went back to Shanzhou, Kyoto is calm, Chen Pingping, the old cripple, should also embark on the journey home, everything is moving forward according to the beautiful road that Fan Xian wants, but why is there that ominous feeling?

The delicate and good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, after leaving Dongyi City. The only thing that made Fan Xian feel a little strange was the sniping along the road of these vassal rebels in Dongyi City, although these hot-blooded remnants came to assassinate the powerful ministers of Qingguo with the heart of death, but the defense force around Fan Xian was too strong. In addition, the eldest prince also sent a team of 1,000 people as an escort, attacking for several days in a row, just to let those rebels drop their corpses, and then disperse after leaving their blood.

What made Fan Xian vigilant was that his route from Dongyi City to Beijing was very secretive, even if someone found it in Dongyi City, he would need to have an extremely powerful intelligence system to support these sniper formations along the road.

His heart moved. Came to an extremely cold judgment that someone within the Supervision Yuan was passing information on the rebels of these Dongyi City vassals! And this matter began after he had set a date for leaving Dongyi City.

Seemingly...... There are forces in Kyoto that want to stop themselves from returning to Beijing, more precisely. All those forces want is to delay Fan Xian's return to Beijing. What will happen in Kyoto? What is it that has to do with him, and the other party is determined not to let him rush back to Kyoto before the matter is over? Fan Xian's eyes became cold, and his body also became cold, and he subconsciously tightened the thin air that was wrapped around his body.

There are only two people who can cause problems within the Supervisory Yuan. One is His Majesty the Emperor. One is Chen Pingping. If you want to delay your return to Beijing, you can do this. There are only these two, and without asking, what happened in Kyoto must be related to Emperor Lao Tzu and Chen Pingping.

Fan Xian took his eyes back from the scenery outside the car window, and was silent for only a moment, then made up his mind prompted by strong worry, and immediately instructed Mu Feng'er next to the car: "Change the formation, open the road in a sharp shape, don't delay with those people along the way, and rush back to Yanjing as quickly as possible." ”

Mu Feng'er was shocked, and secretly thought that if she forcibly rushed all the way back to the realm, she was afraid that many more people would die, and the disadvantage caused by speed would be damage. He glanced at Lord Xiao Fan and knew that the adult must have smelled some strange smell, so he was in a hurry to rush back to Kyoto, and did not dare to ask, so he hurriedly issued an order to the long procession to return to Beijing at full speed.

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the sound of cars was like iron, so they galloped on the road leading to Qingguo in Dongyi City.

However, after only half an hour, the whole team suddenly slowed down, and the warning arrows sounded in front of them, these days, the team escorting Xiao Fan has been accustomed to the ubiquitous sneak attacks and ambushes, so it doesn't shake much, but today's warning arrows are a little weird, only one sound and then stopped, followed by a loud shout from the front of the convoy: "Safety!"

The Inspectorate's shouts for safety were very short and fast, for they were afraid that their colleagues behind them would accidentally injure the messenger...... The messenger was so fast that the entire convoy's defenses didn't have time to react except for a glance at the waist card.

"Safety!" When the last voice sounded next to Fan Xian's black carriage, a pale gray figure was also like a bolt of lightning, flying obliquely to the side of the carriage, the convoy stretched for a long time, and this person's light body was about the same speed as the speed of the supervision of the subordinates, it was really jaw-dropping.

Mu Feng'er, as the leader of the Qi Nian group's personal guards who were currently in Fan Xian, held the hilt of the knife vigilantly, looking at the official of the Supervision Yuan who had just landed beside the carriage with a haggard face. The official's face looked very unfamiliar, so Mu Feng'er didn't dare to be careless, but when he saw the waist card that the official had been holding high with his right hand, his heart was shocked, and he didn't stop the person from getting into the car.

The official of the Supervision Yuan, whose clothes had been torn to the point of not looking good, got into the carriage where Fan Xian was, knelt down directly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dean Chen has returned to Beijing, and I don't know if he lives or dies!"

When this official's lightning figure appeared beside the carriage, Fan Xian's eyes lit up and became brighter and brighter, because he saw who the official with such a swift body was and the other party was that he had been missing for several years. His closest subordinate in previous years.

"Old Wang Tou ......" watched the official enter the carriage. Fan Xian's eyes gradually brightened, turned into joy, and laughed, but the laughter stopped abruptly because he heard what Wang Qinian said.

The bright color in Fan Xian's eyes quickly condensed, turning into a scorching ice, the cold was terrible, the heat was terrible, and he asked directly: "Where do you come from?" When?"

Wang Qinian's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he, one of the wings of the Supervision Yuan, came diagonally from not far outside Dazhou City to the northeast, and he did not rest for a long time, relying entirely on the breath in his heart to support his extremely tired body. At this time, he finally saw Fan Xian, and he was about to be unable to support it, but he knew that the question that Fan Xian asked at this time involved the question of when the old dean would be able to arrive in Kyoto and how much time Fan Xian still had, so he said the answer directly.

Fan Xian sat silently on the chair and closed his eyes. Then he opened his eyes and had already calculated in his mind the approximate date when Chen Pingping would be escorted back to Beijing, as well as the time it would take for him to rush back to Yanjing from this place and then back to Kyoto.

Can't catch up? The cold fire in Fan Xian's eyes became stronger and stronger. He looked at the king of the earth who was kneeling in front of him, and said nothing, the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but it was covered by a powerful resentment. The escort force for Chen Pingping's return to her hometown was arranged by Fan Xian himself, under the supervision of the Supervision Yuan. How could he be caught back by Emperor Lao Tzu!

Fan Xian couldn't think of it at this time. Everything that happened in Dazhou was just that Chen Pingping wanted to return to Beijing. He just wanted to go back and ask His Majesty the Emperor a few words.

Time is urgent, as if a mountain fire has burned to the eyebrows, Fan Xian said to Mu Feng'er by the car window with an indifferent face: "The whole team returns to Dongyi and tells His Highness that unless there is a letter from me, never come back." ”

From knowing that Chen Pingping would return to Kyoto again, to Fan Xian's first order, it only took a moment in total, and Fan Xian's first thing was to deal with the problems of this brigade, and then to prevent whether there would be any problems with the prince who had more than 10,000 troops in Dongyi City at this time.

After issuing the order, the people below will naturally be responsible for executing it, Fan Xian will not say a word more, he took out a bag of water from the lavish black carriage grating and tied it to his waist, and then stood up and took a deep breath.

The black carriage suddenly disintegrated, the wooden wall in front of which was not covered with steel plates was shattered into wood in an instant, and a black figure swept out of the carriage like a black lightning, with a little horse's head on his toes, and the whole person shot out in front of him obliquely, and there was a cracking sound in the air Fan Xian cherished every minute and every second, and the domineering true qi in his body was raised to the peak state, and the little spell he had just realized also helped his body become more like a bird in the air, and he quickly moved forward with the flow of air, turning his body into a black shadow。

Like a bolt of lightning, his toes stepped on the heads of the officials of the Supervision Yuan, and he floated away, and in an instant, he came to the front of the team, which was probably the ultimate speed that Fan Xian could exert.

In mid-air, he kicked the general sent by the eldest prince off the horse, snatched the best war horse in the team, and then spontaneously wiped his fingers, and a clean steel needle pierced the neck of the war horse, and with a flick of his fingers, he took off the wipe's mouth of the war horse, and fed a ephedra pill.

Fan Xian, who was standing on the horse, snorted, and the horse drove out as quickly as an arrow, breaking away from the large army, and in an instant it became a small black dot on the official road, and it only took a few hours before it disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

Everyone looked at this scene dumbfounded, and while they were shocked by the little grandfather's superb cultivation, they were also extremely puzzled, what happened in front of them that made the little grandfather so urgent!

Mu Feng'er got Fan Xian's order, but he was very puzzled by this order, why did he want to return to Dongyi City again? He subconsciously glanced into the carriage, he had already guessed who the strange official with the highest-ranking waist card of the Qi Nian group was, Lord Wang Qinian was also a legend in the Supervision Yuan, Mu Feng'er wanted to know from his mouth what was going on in Kyoto, but when he pulled the plank, he found that ...... Lord Wang Qinian had already exhausted his physical strength to the extreme, and he passed out in the carriage.

It only took two days to get from Dazhou to this place. This is not a speed that humans can achieve. And Wang Qinian did it.

Mu Feng'er looked at this scene in shock and fear, and subconsciously looked up in the direction where Lord Xiao Fan disappeared, and vaguely guessed that this was probably a relay race, perhaps, this was a race against death.

The cold and strong autumn wind whistled like a knife on Fan Xian's face, and the cold fire in his eyes had faded, but it revealed a palpitating calm. He knows what he needs. What does that old cripple in Kyoto need, is time, just time. Although he couldn't understand, and he didn't need to understand, why everything was moving in the direction of perfection. Suddenly, there was a big turn in that place in Dazhou, and he only knew that if the old cripple returned to Kyoto, it must be for the sake of the incident that year, and the old cripple was going to die.

Time, it's still time, it's just time, and the urgency scorches Fan Xian's heart like a mountain fire, and rushes his heart like fine sand in an hourglass. The hooves of the war horses under him are like stepping on clouds, and the qi is like thunder, and under the stimulation of drugs, they maintain the fastest speed. galloping on the official road between the mountains and forests, all the way through the mountains and fog, stepping on the stream and the moon overnight, until Yanjing.

For a whole night, Fan Xian never got off the horse. Didn't slow down. Except for the clear water skin on his waist to replenish him and the horse with some water, there was no extra movement. It's a long way to get to Sekiyama, and it takes time to get to Kyoto, and you still need spirit.

The sky has just broken dark, Yanjing Xiongcheng is already in front of him, it only took one night, he rushed back to the border of Qingguo, Fan Xian was already desperate, his speed was incredible, even the rebels who were ambushed on the last section of the road, there was no way to react at all, only looking at the smoke and dust along the way, a black horse ran away alone and bravely.

Fan Xian has to cherish every second of time, so of course he will not enter Yanjing City, no matter whether Yanjing has received any secret edict from Emperor Laozi, he will not take this risk, let alone delay any time here, at the first moment when Xiongcheng came into view, he hooked the stirrup with one foot, took out the arrow from his arms, and pointed straight to the sky with the palm of his hand.

With a bang, a beautiful fireworks pierced the quiet morning outside Yanjing Xiongcheng, and the faint moon hook in the distance was suppressed by this firework.

Most of the people in Yanjing City are still sleeping soundly, but after all, it is the Xiongcheng Pass of the Northern Qi Dongyi, and the soldiers defending the city reacted very quickly, and sounded the warning gong and drum in the corner tower of the city head in the first time, and in an instant, the Qingguo soldiers in the city gathered, held the weapons tightly, and looked at the war horse and the person on the horse who rushed from afar.

When Fan Xian approached Yanjing Xiongcheng, he could clearly see the weapons in the hands of the soldiers in the city reflecting the morning light, but there was no expression on his face, and he was not moved in the slightest, but he just pulled the reins of the horse hard, and forcibly twisted the direction in the middle of the speed, along the direction of the old thick city wall of Yanjing City, and then went east.

The soldiers defending the city watched in amazement.

Immediately after a burst of slaughtering horses' hooves sounded like thunder, there was a restlessness in the temporary station outside Yanjing City, when Fan Xian turned to the east, the five hundred black-armored cavalry in the camp were also ready to attack, diagonally out of the camp, and met Fan Xian outside the east gate of Yanjing City

Five hundred black horsemen, who were preparing to receive Fan Xian back to Beijing within the border of Qingguo, saw the arrow that symbolized the most urgent order of the Supervision Yuan in the early morning, and reacted in the shortest possible time and received Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's speed did not decrease, and he merged with the black torrent, and he could no longer see his figure alone, only a whole dark cloud-like sweeping momentum.

Without any orders, without any words, Fan Xian was light, abandoned the war horse that had been galloping all night on his body, and floated to the horse of the deputy commander of the black cavalry beside him, and the deputy commander had already swept on top of another vacant war horse.

The horse change is always completed at a very high speed, without any obstacles, the black horse's horseback control skills are unparalleled in the world, and it is really not a false rumor, but the black horse soldiers looked at the anxious and indifferent face of the dean, and no one asked, they knew that something must be wrong, so they silently and fiercely followed Fan Xian's arrow, and rushed towards the eastern plain.

A scream. The war horse that accompanied Fan Xian all night foamed at the mouth. The earthquake caused smoke and soil, and his feet were slightly smoked, and he died of exhaustion. In just an instant, a full five hundred black horsemen disappeared on the plain under Yanjing City, leaving only this war horse and a place of smoke and dust.

The defenders of Yanjing City were stunned and looked at the magical scene in front of them, and they were speechless for a long time, of course they knew that the black horse was powerful, but after seeing it with their own eyes today, they were still shocked and speechless. In particular, who was the knight who came from the previous one?

When Wang Zhikun, the master of Yanjing, learned everything that happened in the early morning, his eyes were worried, and he ordered the whole army to be on alert and block the border between Qingguo and Dongyi of Northern Qi, those black horsemen who brought him endless doubts and shock. The little grandfather who led the black cavalry to raid the city had already left the scope of Yanjing City and embarked on the road to truly return to Beijing.

All the way through the state, all the way to the obstruction, without instigating a word with any state and county local officials, any law on the movement of troops in Qinglu was regarded as nonsense, and the strong five hundred black horsemen rushed to Kyoto at the fastest speed under the leadership of Fan Xian.

It had been a few days later, and in the past few days five hundred black riders had been running wildly. I don't know how many officials and people have been shocked, and I don't know what kind of legend will be left in the history of Qingguo. The black cavalry raided for thousands of miles, the first in the world, but in the past, this iron-clad netherworld team. It was only for the benefit of Qingguo and His Majesty the Emperor that Ben Yong raided outside the border, but this raid in the tenth year of Qingli was across the fertile fields of Qingguo.

In the autumn rain, Kyoto's out-of-town pavilion suddenly trembled. A group of cavalry like black iron and dark clouds roared by. Dust and a few fallen leaves.

Kyoto is just around the corner. And Fan Xian, who was in the middle of the black horse, was already exhausted to the most difficult moment, sleepless for days and nights, did not eat, and was just tired by relying on clear water to support himself, but the cold fire in his eyes was stimulating his body muscles, so that he did not fall.

He's going to rush back, he's going to stop everything that's going to happen.

"You're going to wait for me. Fan Xian's black official uniform was covered with a layer of sand, his face was also covered with loess, even his eyelashes were pasted, his lips were dry, and his pupils were bright and scary. There was a rain yesterday, which made this group of black cavalry look extremely embarrassed, even with the ability of black horsemanship, in such a big raid across the abdomen of Qingguo, there were still people who could not keep up with Fan Xian's speed and fell off the team.

If Fan Xian hadn't fully erupted in his own strong cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to support such a terrifying speed at all. And in yesterday's rain, finally there were war horses that could no longer support it, and no matter how much medicine could not move forward, Fan Xian changed ten horses in a row in the black horse, and could no longer find a horse to change, so he grabbed a caravan on the official road and took thirty horses.

At this time, there were more than two dozen black horsemen beside Fan Xian, but such a small team made the entire land on the outskirts of Kyoto tremble, as if there was an army that was difficult to resist, approaching the heart of Qingguo.

The black cavalry came to Beijing and rushed straight to the Zhengyang Gate of Kyoto, at this time the Kyoto City Gate was closed, and all the defensive forces had been raised to the highest level, and the soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Division and the cavalry of the Kyoto garrison were watching everything outside Kyoto solemnly, but these dozens of black horsemen came too fast, and they came too absolutely, so fast that the Kyoto garrison didn't even have a way to react, so they arrived at the Zhengyang Gate.

At the moment when he was about fifty zhang away from Zhengyang Gate, Fan Xian wiped a handful of dirty rain on his face, and his horse did not slow down, and shouted at the generals on Zhengyang Gate: "Open the door! I am Fan Xian!"

Lord Xiao Fan is back! The faces of those generals and officials at the head of the city turned white, of course they knew what they were doing in front of the palace in Kyoto today. It's just that these generals are ordered to defend the city, but the palace is worried about whether the Supervision Yuan will involve the rest of the forces in the court, and no one has ever thought of it...... Whether it was His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo, who suppressed his anger with indifference, or Chen Pingping, who tried everything to prevent Fan Xian from returning to Beijing, I am afraid that I would never have thought that Fan Xian would rush back to Kyoto today!

The last time the Qingguo court knew about Fan Xian, Fan Xian was still far away from the border, and he was still on the way back to Kyoto from Dongyi City, even if he flew it, he was afraid that he would not have time to come back. However...... To everyone's disbelief. Fan Xian rushed back!

"Defend the gates! Crossbowmen prepare!" The commander of the Zhengyang Gate was the first to react, and the order he accepted was that the gates of Kyoto would be closed today, and it was strictly forbidden to enter or leave the city. He looked at the twenty or so black horsemen who were getting closer and closer in a trembling voice, as if he were looking at the thousands of troops and horses about to attack the city, and gave orders with a pale face.

Even if Lord Xiao Fan rushed back, today, especially today, he can't be allowed to enter Beijing!

"Little Fan-sama. Today...... "The commander of Zhengyangmen wanted to explain a few words to Fan Xian on the horse, but Fan Xian had time to listen to his explanation, the speed of the war horse under him did not decrease, and his eyes swept over the Zhengyangmen city wall, and he saw those soldiers who were waiting for battle. His heart tightened, knowing that he had rushed back to Kyoto desperately, but he was afraid that it would still be too late.

Fan Xian's eyes burst out with two cold glints, staring at the officers and soldiers on the ground at the head of the city, only to stare at those officers and soldiers who retracted their gaze timidly.

The black rider got closer and closer to the city gate, Fan Xian raised his right hand, and then slashed it hard, and there were more than two dozen black riders behind him. It was made in a triangular formation, slowing down and staying out of the range of the bow and arrows at the head of the city.

The people on the walls of Kyoto were relieved, although the two dozen black horsemen were imposing. But of course these people couldn't break through the walls, but if they did come face to face with the black knights, who knew what would happen in the future?

However, Fan Xian did not slow down. He was still sprinting in the direction of Zhengyangmen.

The twenty or so black riders behind him calmly took out their crossbows behind their backs!

There was a dense sound of fluffy fluffy. The crossbow suddenly fired, shooting a hook at the city. More than a dozen black hooks, like nets, turned into a bridge above and below the city wall, a bridge across life and death!

This is three hooks developed many years ago, when Fan Xian went to the Northern Qi Dynasty, the courtyard admonished him to use, but Fan Xian has his own life-saving tricks, so it is not used, but today must save all the time, to forcibly break through the city wall, Fan Xian has already been prepared.

He rode alone to the Zhengyang Gate, with the autumn rain above his head slightly condensed, those black hooks flashed through the sky like countless shadows, Fan Xian snorted, forcibly suppressed the true qi brought about by the incomparable fatigue and energy consumption, and the domineering true qi was released violently, stepping on the horse's back, relying on the subtle induction of the surrounding air flow, flying straight up, boom, like thunder.

Like a big black bird, it flies higher and higher in front of Kyoto's eerie city gates.

"Chop, chop!" the commander of Zhengyangmen shouted hoarsely, he didn't dare to let the officers and soldiers shoot arrows at the black ghost, because he didn't know if he would be beheaded by His Majesty the Emperor if he killed Lord Xiao Fan.

The commander of Zhengyangmen was jealous, but Fan Xian was not afraid at all, he shouted violently, the true qi in his body was forcibly mentioned again, and his fingertips were on the black hook rope, and the whole person floated up like a black smoke, along the hook rope, towards the high city wall!

One hook was cut off, and another, when a dozen hooks were cut at full speed by the soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Divisions, Fan Xian, who was covered in ash and exhausted, had already swept over the city gate, only to see a terrible flash of light, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword that he had been carrying behind him was unsheathed!

The tip of a sword pierced the throat of the commander of Zhengyangmen, and the blood rushed back, and the commander fell to the ground in a daze.

Fan Xian swept over his corpse like a gust of wind, and at the cost of three shallow wounds on his body, he broke through the defense of the strong Qing army on the city wall, flew down the long stone steps, flashed his sword light again, killed three people instantly, grabbed a horse, clamped his legs, and ran along the straight road towards the direction of the palace.

Fast, all of this can only be described by a fast word, faster than when he was dodging the five bamboo sticks on the cliff of Shanzhou, faster than when he broke into the palace and violently restrained the Queen Mother, from the moment he knew the news, until now he entered Kyoto, every minute and every second of the days and nights, Fan Xian has exerted his ability beyond his own realm, and the fear in his heart has made him stronger and cold-blooded than ever.

The blood was on his sword, and on his body, he was not moved in the slightest, and his heart felt unprecedented fear and panic, looking at the situation in Kyoto. I'm afraid of the man...... It should wait for its own people. I can't wait for myself anymore.

"You're going to wait for me. Fan Xian repeated it again in his heart, letting the autumn rain hit his dusty face, and galloped towards the palace like crazy.

The palace is near, the autumn rain is heavy, there are not many pedestrians on the street, where are the people gathered? Fan Xian was a little confused, a little scared, and then he heard bursts of cheers, and then heard silence. Deathly silence.

The people in Kyoto could not hear the silence, only Fan Xian could hear it, and he heard it with great fear. All the people in Kyoto could hear was the sound of horses' hooves in silence.

Click, click, click.

People only heard the sound of horses' hooves in silence, and then saw the black rider rushing like lightning, and saw the tattered and dirty black official uniform in the autumn rain. I saw the face of the man on the horse with murderous intent.

The people watching the execution in the square in front of the palace suddenly became agitated, and the exclamations and screams sounded almost at the same time, and the fluctuations behind the sea of people were extremely chaotic, and I don't know how many people were trampled and injured.

Because the lonely rider did not slow down in the slightest, and rushed directly towards the dense crowd in cold blood!

Those who could dodge were dodged, and those who couldn't dodge were all knocked away by horses, and in the autumn rain, horseshoe passers-by. Cold-blooded abnormality.

Under the fear of death, the sea of people parted a big opening, desperately squeezed to the side, making way for this horse to open a passage directly to the small Dharma field under the palace.

The Forbidden Army is encircled. The spear is like a forest, pointing directly at that horse.

Fan Xian flew up silently, and crossed the forest of guns, the person was in mid-air, and the sword was already in hand. Cut out like lightning. Snorted a few times, and slashed a few long swords. Several inner court guards were knocked down, and his men had already swept over the court.

No matter what he did, Fan Xian's eyes kept looking at the small wooden platform, looking at the old man who was tied to the wooden frame, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was dying. Fan Xian's eyes became more and more indifferent, more and more resentful, and then he heard the strong wind around him.

Countless Mai shadows swept up, turning around in the autumn rain like flying flowers, blocking all the ways of Fan Xian.

Fan Xian didn't retreat, didn't dodge, he received three palms on his chest and back, and his sword also stabbed into the face of a Mai man, and pierced it viciously from his eyes, blood and eyelash burst out at the same time, mixed in the rain.

He shouted wildly, and slapped his left hand horizontally, full of domineering, only listening to the slight sound of the wrist bone, and the Mai man on the left hand side was shocked by the facial features of the shocked blood and fell to the ground. With a snap, Fan Xian's feet finally stood on the wet wooden platform, but he also paid a great price, and the injuries in his body burst out violently, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

However, he didn't care, just looked at the old man on the wooden frame in a daze, the old man who didn't know how many knives had been cut, the old man who was exposed in front of the eyes of all the people, and accepted endless humiliation.

With just one glance, Fan Xian knew that he was coming back late, and he had no way to let the other party continue to live, his dry lips opened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The autumn rain fell, sprinkled on the bodies of the old and the young on the wooden platform, and there was a deathly loneliness all around, all the forbidden troops, the masters of the inner court and the powerful ascetics in the Qing Temple tightly surrounded this wooden platform, but under the suppression of Fan Xian's strong killing intent and lifeless methods shown before, everyone's bodies were a little stiff, and no one could take a step.

Fan Xian stepped forward with great difficulty, pulled off the rope, held Chen Pingping's thin body in his arms, took off his black official uniform of the Supervision Yuan full of sludge and holes, and covered his body.

Chen Pingping opened her eyes with great difficulty, but her old muddy and scattered eyes shone with a touch of extremely innocent light, just like a child—the old man shrank in Fan Xian's arms like a child, and seemed to be a little afraid of the cold.

"I came back late. Fan Xian hugged this thin body, felt the temperature of the old man was slowly passing, and said dryly, his heart was full of unprecedented frustration and despair and ...... Sad.