The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips curled slightly, with a mocking arc: "Who sent you to kill Princess Ben?" ”

The dead retreated in panic.

Luo Qingyin approached step by step, and said coldly: "Looking at your appearance, it is obviously not a rabble, who wants this princess to die?" Say! ”

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the leader of the dead slashed at Luo Qingyin's neck with a brush.

Luo Qingyin was on the side of his body, and the tip of the knife cut a deep blood mark on his arm!

The swallow screamed, "Ah, the princess is injured! ”

Luo Qingyin flew into the car, "Let's go!" ”

The guards fought and retreated, and the carriage rushed through the sky in a hurry.

The dead man was in hot pursuit.

Ming Damu sent the carriage through the first line of sky, waved his hand: "Withdraw!" ”

The army looked puzzled: "Why? Don't you care if you live or die? ”

Mingda looked at Luo Qingyin's injury, and the green tendons in his hands tightened and tightened, but he couldn't help but move: "She is setting up a game for people to jump, if we go out, I'm afraid it will ruin her game." ”

After a line of sky is the official road, it is the evening of sunset, the official road is full of people, the carriage panicked and escaped, immediately attracted the attention of pedestrians.

Without Luo Qingyin's hint, Yanzi screamed loudly: "Help, someone is going to kill the princess!" ”

As if to confirm her words, the dead man rushed out.

Covered in murderous aura, his expression was fierce, and the tip of the knife was stained with blood.

"Help!"

"Murdered!"

Pedestrians screamed and messed up in fright.

The dead man was dumbfounded.

They only worry about the failure of the mission, but they forget that they can't make it through the day.

General Jiang specially instructed that this matter should not be known, and now it is too late to say anything.

I'm afraid it won't take a quarter of an hour for this matter to spread all over Lijing......

A touch of cruelty crossed the eyes of the leader of the dead soldiers: "Kill them all!" ”

The dead man was taken aback: "With so many people, can you kill them all?" ”

The leader of the dead soldiers roared: "We can't kill them all, we are the ones who die!" ”

So far, that's all it can be.

There are many martial artists with good cultivation among the feasible people, can they kill them all?

In any case, killing Luo Qingyin is the top priority.

The dead man pounced on Luo Qingyin fiercely.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded on the official road, and then a white horse galloped forward, with a red tassel around its neck and a silver saddle, on which sat a tall and slender figure, with a gold rim in a black robe, a heavy sword hanging from his waist, a straight back, and a dragon and phoenix.

Walking in front of the carriage, he wrapped the reins, and under the sharp sword eyebrows, his ice-thin glass-like eyes revealed a touch of slaughter.

Swallows and kites instantly flew to their cheeks.

What a handsome man!

The man's thin lips opened slightly, and he gently spit out three words: "One million." ”

His voice is also very different, like the snow falling in the cold winter, which makes people shiver involuntarily when they hear it.

Everyone was stunned.

Feeling the coercion of that moment, the leader of the dead soldiers stiffened, turned his head and shouted, "Don't meddle! ”

He still didn't move, and said, "One million Xuanzhu, I'll help you." ”

Luo Qingyin sat in the carriage and stroked his forehead.

Her plan definitely didn't include the man who broke out out of nowhere.

However, it is time for the farce to end.

Luo Qingyin touched the Zijin card painfully: "Yes." ”

The man received a clear answer, and the heavy sword hanging from his waist was suddenly drawn, drawing a straight line in the air that was as bright as lightning, and then returned to its sheath.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

The remaining eleven dead men and their leaders collapsed with a bang.

There was no wound, only a thin streak of blood on the neck.

The sunset shone obliquely, dyed the mountains and forests red, dyed the official roads red, and reflected the battlefield, as if the red glow in the sky was dyed with blood.

Mao Dun Literature