A few years ago, there was still the last summer heat left on this continent, and the first autumn rain had not yet had time to fall. Only in the morning and dusk, the wind under the gloomy head has a crisp autumn mood, waving and blowing between the hills, forests, and ridges.

The autumn breeze gradually made people sad, and Fan Xian at that time did not have too much sorrow, he sat in the long black sè caravan, 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 completely different true qi in his body flow in the upper and lower cycles.

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 to the west to return to Beijing, 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 that there may be zài in the surrounding void, and there may be unnecessary fluctuations in 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 one who does not meditate, and there is no penance for a moment, 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 were some things in the world, and some things that were destined to affect him were about to happen.

What could it be? He squinted at the drowsy mountains outside, slowly dissipating the true qi in his body, and retracted his mind from all around. The matter of 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, and all of them are moving forward according to the beautiful road that Fan Xian wants, but why is there that ominous feeling?

The pair of delicate and good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly, after leaving Dongyi City, the only thing that made Fan Xian feel a little strange was the sniping of the rebels of these subordinate countries in Dongyi City, although these bloody remnants came to assassinate the ministers of Qingguo with the heart of death, but the defense force around Fan Xian was too strong, and the eldest prince also sent a team of 1,000 people as an escort, and attacked several times in a row, just to let those rebels drop their corpses, and they scattered after leaving their blood.

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

His heart moved, and he came to an extremely cold judgment, someone in the Supervision Yuan was passing information to the rebels of these Dongyi City vassals! And this matter began after he planned to leave Dongyi City.

Seemingly...... Some forces in Kyoto want to prevent themselves from returning to Beijing, or more precisely, what they want is only 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 Supervision Yuan, one is His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is Chen Pingping. If you want to delay your return to Beijing, there are only these two people who can do this, and you don't know what happened in Kyoto must be related to Emperor Lao Tzu and Chen Pingping.

Fan Xian took his eyes back from the scene outside the car window, and was silent for only a moment, then made up his mind prompted by strong worry, and instructed Mu Feng'er on the horse 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 Lord must have smelled some strange smell, so he was in a hurry to rush back to Kyoto, and he didn't 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 sound of the arrows in front of the convoy sounded, these rìzi, the team escorting Lord Xiao Fan has been accustomed to the ubiquitous sneak attacks and ambushes, so it does not shake much, but today the sound of the arrow is a little weird, only one sound and then stopped, followed by the front and back of the convoy kept shouting: "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 an extremely long time, and this person's light body was about the same speed as the subordinate's subordinate of the Supervision Yuan, which 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 and looked at the official of the Supervision Yuan who had just landed next to 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 the figure of this official appeared next to the carriage like lightning and a breeze, Fan Xian's eyes lit up and became brighter and brighter, because he saw who the official with such a swift body was who he had been thinking about for several years and was his closest subordinate in previous years.

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

The brightness 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 did you come back 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 had not rested for a long time, completely relying on the breath in his heart to support his extremely tired body, and finally saw Fan Xian at this time, 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, closed his eyes, and then opened them, already calculating in his mind the approximate period when Chen Pingping would be escorted back to Beijing, and the time it would take for him to rush back to Yanjing from this place and then back to Kyoto.

The cold fire in Fan Xian's eyes became more and more intense, he looked at Wang Qinian kneeling in front of him, and said nothing, the joy of reuniting after a long absence was covered by a powerful resentment. Chen Pingping's escort force to return to his hometown was arranged by Fan Xian himself, under the watchful eye of the Supervision Yuan, how could he be arrested by Emperor Lao Tzu again!

Fan Xian couldn't have imagined at this time that what happened in Dazhou was just that Chen Pingping himself wanted to go back to Beijing, and he wanted to go back and ask the emperor a few words.

Time is urgent, like 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, tell His Royal Highness, unless there is a letter from me, never come back." ”

It only took a moment from knowing that Chen Pingping would return to Kyoto to Fan Xian's first order, and Fan Xian's first priority was to deal with the problems of this brigade, and then to prevent whether there would be any problems with the eldest 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 carrying it out, Fan Xian will not say a word more, he took out a bag of water from the lattice of the luxurious black carriage and tied it to his waist, and then stood up and took a deep breath.

............ The carriage of the black sè suddenly disintegrated, and the wooden wall in front of which was not covered with steel plates was shattered into pieces of wood in an instant, and a black sè figure, like a black sè lightning swept out of the carriage, with a little horse's head on the toes, and the whole person stabbed obliquely towards the front shè, and there was a cracking sound in the air.

Fan Xian cherished every minute and every second, the domineering true qi in his body was raised to the peak state, and the little spells 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 lost his body to the extreme, and he passed out in the carriage.

It only took two hours to get from Dazhou to this place, which is no longer a speed that human beings can achieve, but Wang Qinian has done it.

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

―――――――――――――――――――― cold and strong autumn wind, whistling like a knife, hit Fan Xian's face, the cold fire in his eyes had faded, but it revealed a palpitating calm. He knew what he needed, what that old cripple in Kyoto needed, time, just time. Although he couldn't understand, and he didn't need to understand, why a big turn suddenly took place in that place in Dazhou when he saw the general trend of developing in the direction of perfection, he only knew that if the old cripple returned to Kyoto, it must be for the incident back then, and the old cripple was going to die.

Time, or time, just time, urgency scorched Fan Xian's heart like a mountain fire, like the fine sand in the hourglass rushing his heart, the hooves of the war horses under him were like stepping on the clouds, and the gas was like thunder, under the stimulation of the drug, he maintained the fastest speed, galloping on the official road between the mountains and forests, all the way through the mountains and breaking the fog, stepping on the stream and the moon overnight, and reaching Yanjing.

For a whole night, Fan Xian never dismounted, never slowed down, except for the clear water skin on his waist to replenish some water for him and the horse, there was no extra action, this is a long way to Guanshan, it will take time to reach Kyoto, and the god Jīng is also needed.

The day has just dawned, 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 incredibly fast, even the rebels who were ambushed on the last section of the road, there was no way to react, 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.

Peng's sound, a beautiful fireworks pierced the quiet morning outside Yanjing Xiongcheng, the faint moon hook in the distance was suppressed by this fireworks, and the rising sun in the east was too late to chase this fleeting light.

Most of the people in Yanjing City are still sleeping soundly, but after all, it is the Xiongcheng Pass of Dongyi in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the soldiers defending the city reacted very quickly, and sounded the gongs and drums in the corner tower of the city in the first time, and in an instant, the Qing ** soldiers in the city gathered, held their weapons tightly, and looked at the war horse and the person on the horse who rushed in the distance.

When Fan Xian approached Yanjing Xiongcheng, he could clearly see the weapons in the hands of the soldiers in the city, but he did not have the slightest expression on his face, nor was he moved in the slightest, 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 at the same time, the five hundred cavalry in the camp with black armor were also ready to attack, obliquely killed out of the camp, and met with Fan Xian outside the east gate of Yanjing City Five hundred black horsemen, in the Qingguo border ready to meet Fan Xian's return to Beijing of the black horse, in the early morning saw the arrow that symbolized the most urgent order of the Supervision Yuan, in the shortest possible time, responded to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's speed did not decrease, and he merged with the torrent of black sè, 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.

With a mournful roar, the war horse that accompanied Fan Xian all night foamed at the mouth, poured smoke and soil, smoked slightly on all fours, and 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 on Yanjing City looked at the magical scene in front of them in amazement, and were speechless for a long time, of course they knew that the black rider was powerful, but after seeing it with their own eyes today, they were still shocked and speechless, especially who was the knight who came from the single body before?

When Wang Zhikun, the master of Yanjing, learned about what happened in the early morning, his eyes were worried, and he ordered the whole army to be on guard and block the border between Qingguo and Dongyi in the direction of Northern Qi, those black horsemen who brought him endless doubts and shock, the little grandfather who led the black horsemen to plunder the city and gallop wildly, 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.

This has been a few days later, and in the past few days, the five hundred black horsemen have frightened many officials and people, 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 was only for the benefit of Qingguo and His Majesty the Emperor, and they rushed to kill outside the border, but this raid in the tenth year of Qingli was crisscrossed by the fertile fields of Qingguo.

In the autumn rain, the pavilion outside Kyoto suddenly trembled, and a group of cavalry like black iron and dark clouds roared past, shaking up a place of dust and a few fallen leaves.

Kyoto is close at hand, and Fan Xian, who is in the middle of the black horse, is already exhausted to the most difficult moment, counting the nights without sleep, not eating, just relying on the water to support his fatigue, but the cold fire in his eyes is stimulating his body muscles, so that he does not fall.

He's going to rush back, he's going to stop what is 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 terrifying. There was a rain yesterday, which made this group of black cavalry look extremely wolf, even with the ability of the black horseman, 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 gate of Kyoto was closed, and all the defensive forces had been raised to the highest level, the soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Division and the cavalry of the Kyoto garrison were staring at the Qiē outside Kyoto solemnly, but these dozens of black horsemen came too fast, too absolutely, so fast that the Kyoto garrison couldn't even 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...... Lord Xiao Fan suddenly appeared under the Zhengyang Gate in Kyoto!

Whether it is His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo who suppresses his anger with indifference, or Chen Pingping, who tries his best to prevent Fan Xian from returning to Beijing, I am afraid that I would never think 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 used to fly, he was afraid that he would not have time to rush back, but ...... To everyone's disbelief, Fan Xian rushed back!

"Defend the city gates! Crossbowmen prepare!" The commander of Zhengyangmen was the first to react, and his acceptance of the will was to close the gates of Kyoto today, and it was strictly forbidden to enter and exit. He looked at the twenty or so black horsemen who were getting closer and closer in a trembling voice, just like looking at the thousands of horses that were about to attack the city, and gave the order with a pale face.

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

"Little Lord Fan, today rì ......" 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 city wall of Zhengyangmen, and he saw those soldiers who were waiting for him, his heart tightened, knowing that he was desperately rushing back to Kyoto, but he was afraid that it was still too late.

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

The black cavalry was getting closer and closer to the city gate, Fan Xian raised his right hand, and then slashed it hard, and more than two dozen black horses behind him formed a triangular formation, slowed down his speed, and kept out of the bow and arrow at the head of the city.

The people on the city wall of Kyoto were relieved, although the twenty or so black horsemen were imposing, but of course these people could not break through the city wall, but if they really faced the black horsemen, who knew what would happen in the future? As long as these black horsemen stopped and stopped attacking, this was already excellent.

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 the crossbows behind their backs!

There was a dense sound of Pengpeng, and the crossbow suddenly made a shy, and the hook and rope came out towards the city head, and with a clang, it clasped the green bricks on the city wall! More than a dozen black sè 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 advised him to use, but Fan Xian has his own life-saving tricks, so it is not used, but now rì must save a qiē 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 sè hooks flashed through the sky like countless shadows, Fan Xian snorted, forcibly suppressed the impotence of the true qi brought by the incomparable fatigue and jīng power consumption, and the domineering true qi was released violently, stepping on the horse's back, with the subtle induction of the air flow around him, he flew straight up, boom, like thunder.

Like a big black sè, it flies higher and higher in front of the gate of Kyoto's yīn forest.

"Chop, chop!" the commander of the 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 the emperor if he killed Xiao Fan.

The commander of Zhengyangmen was afraid, 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 hook of the black sè, and the whole person floated up like a black smoke, along the hook, towards the high city wall!

One hook was cut off, and another one, when more than 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 this qiē 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 has entered Kyoto, counting every minute and second of the night, Fan Xian has exerted his ability beyond his own realm, and the fear in his heart has made him unprecedentedly strong and cold-blooded.

The blood was on his sword, and on his body, he was not moved in the slightest, and he felt unprecedented fear and panic in his heart, looking at the situation in Kyoto, he was only afraid of that person...... The person who should be waiting for himself can't wait for himself 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 a burst of cheers, and then he heard silence, a 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 the silence, and then saw the black rider rushing over like lightning, saw the tattered and dirty black official uniform in the autumn rain, and 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 all avoided, and those who couldn't dodge were all knocked away by horses, and in the autumn rain, horseshoe passers-by were cold-blooded.

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

The forbidden army is encircled, and the spears are like a forest, pointing directly at that horse.

Fan Xian flew up silently, and crossed the forest of guns, and the person was in mid-air, the sword was already in his hand, cutting out horizontally like lightning, snorting a few times, slashing several long swords, and shaking down several inner court guards, and his people 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 bleeding of his facial features 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 erupted 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 full of sludge and holes, and covered him.

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.