Moments later, Ben Lei Ma arrived.

The snow ginseng doll climbed on the back of the Benlei horse with its little short legs, and there were three small hair balls one black, one red and one white lined up behind it.

All the forbidden soldiers wiped a cold sweat in unison.

Is it really okay to let such a small doll ride a horse on its own?

What's going on with those little spirit beasts?

It looks so cute, so cute, so cute!

If it weren't for the current enemy, if it wasn't for the martial law of the whole city, they really wanted to use the photo jade to capture this scene.

After Luo Qingyin and Zi Yunchen flew on the horse, they saw the snow ginseng doll with a blank expression: "How to ride the horse?" ”

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips raised slightly: "You release the coercion to scare it, and it runs away with the front horse." ”

After speaking, Luo Qingyin beat his horse and galloped in the direction of the palace.

The familiar and intimate streets flew by on both sides, and soon, the palace gate was close at hand.

The first layer of the palace gate has been lost.

The second layer of the palace gate is about to be lost.

The forbidden army of the Imperial City wore armor and held spears in front of the gate of the third-layer palace to fight thousands of black-clothed men armed with long knives.

Although there is a huge disparity in numbers, the people in black at least have martial arts cultivation, and most of the cultivation of the Imperial City Forbidden Army is only in the martial arts, and the gap in cultivation is too obvious, and the people in black are not worse than the Imperial City Forbidden Army in terms of training, and the Imperial City Forbidden Army is losing and retreating.

This is the difference in strength.

If there is a real war, a sect, or even a martial saint, can destroy a low-grade country.

Strength is the root cause.

The remnant sun was like blood, shining obliquely on the palace gate, shining on the corpses of the forbidden soldiers all over the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

On the third layer of the palace gate, Zhao Jinyan stood in the wind, hand-cranked Spring and Autumn painting fan, elegant as a beautiful son.

Ma Jun, Zhang Yiwen and others stood behind him, ready to make a move at any time.

Opposite Zhao Jinyan, Luo Qingtian stood with a sword, his dragon robe stained with blood, and the corpses of the guards were scattered around him, and there was only one injured general left beside him.

Brushing the ground and closing the Spring and Autumn Painting Fan, Zhao Jinyan slapped his palm lightly, and said with a smile: "Luo Qingtian, your most proud daughter has become a Yin Witch, do you still have to resist?" ”

Luo Qingtian's scattered bun fell to his ears, a little more embarrassed, but his expression was still cold: "Unless you step on my corpse!" ”

Zhao Jinyan laughed: "It seems that you don't understand what the Yin Witch is?" Ma Jun, explain it to him. ”

Ma Jun hung his head in the ranks, and his voice was flat and waveless: "The Yin Witch is a furnace for men to cultivate." ”

Luo Qingtian's eyes narrowed slightly: "So what?" ”

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the king of a country, so calm!"

Zhao Jinyan smiled even more happily, and the Spring and Autumn Painting Fan pointed diagonally in the direction of the harem, "Did you hear your daughter's scream?" The Flying Soul Son has entered the harem, and your refusal will make your daughters turn into Yin Witches one by one. ”

Luo Qingtian smiled coldly, his face remained unchanged: "Don't you know that one of the rules of the Great Glass Palace is not to be a princess of the dead country?" If the country dies, they will kill themselves! ”

The monarch of a mere low-grade country is so difficult?

Zhao Jinyan raised his eyebrows: "What about your son?" Is it also suicide one by one? ”

Without waiting for Luo Qingtian to answer, he motioned to Zhang Yiwen: "Go and bring his sons over and kill them one by one in front of him." ”

Zhang Yiwen retreated.

Luo Qingtian snorted coldly.

Suddenly, the sound of Dada's horses' hooves came from in the distance, and the forbidden army shouted all the way: "Report, the sixth princess has arrived in Lijing!" ”

Zhao Jinyan turned his head incredulously: "Can she come back?" ”

After a pause, he laughed again, "What if I come back?" Just a Yin Witch, come and send cultivation to this king? Hahahaha......"

Soon, the princes were escorted above the palace gate.

Behind him, the second palace gate was completely attacked, and the man in black stepped on the corpse of the forbidden army and came to the third palace gate.

The third and final gate.

After this gate, the country will change hands.

Luo Qingtian's face turned pale.

Zhao Jinyan ignored him, looking at the little princes who were being escorted, because Qingyunzi led the team to the Cangyun Conference and did not return, the oldest prince was the thirteenth prince, who was only eight years old this year.

Looking at the black-clothed man who killed people like chopping melons and vegetables, the long knife that was shining, the blood that was spurted, the face of his father Tieqing, and the palace wall that was so high that it could fall into a meat patty, the thirteen princes' legs trembled in fright, and at the moment when Zhang Yiwen raised the knife, a stream of yellowish urine flowed out from under the robe.

Actually, scared to pee.

Luo Qingtian turned his face away, not wanting to take another look.

Zhao Jinyan laughed heartily.

Bang!

In the clear sky, thunder suddenly exploded.

A purple lightning suddenly appeared in the air, condensed into a river like a river, and went straight to the top of Zhao Jinyan's head, splitting down!

The sound of fighting, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of news, all the sounds, were drowned out by the roaring thunder.

The remnant sun's blood-like light, the silver-white light of the long knife, the blood-spattered light, all the light, were buried with purple lightning!

Everyone looked up in surprise.

Looking at that ......

Earth-shattering lightning!

The purple electric light in the sky pierced people's eyes.

Rumble!

Lightning fell from the sky and slashed on Zhao Jinyan's body, and the purple light arc crackled.

Zhao Jinyan only felt a bang in his mind, and the life-saving jade pendant bloomed with a ray of light, and then shattered inch by inch.

Behind him, five or six Wuhou jointly supported the protection, but it was still broken in an instant, Zhao Jinyan's bones were broken, and he was swept away a few feet away by Wuhou, spurting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The lightning kept stopping, falling on the palace wall, splitting a crack several feet deep!

The Thirteen Princes were frightened and fainted.

And Luo Qingtian, who was close at hand, was safe and sound.

The hand holding the sword trembled, and he stood calmly, but there was a hint of anticipation in his heart.

Someone is helping him!

Dali is still saved!

Zhao Jinyan hissed: "Attack!" Not a single one to stay! ”

Even if reinforcements come.

Can one man withstand the attack of his thousands?

The men in black poured into the third gate at his command.

Break the door, and you're done.

Luo Qingtian's face changed, and he was about to make the last resistance, when a thunderous roar suddenly sounded outside the palace gate, one after another, the sound was dense and short.

And reinforcements?

Everyone paused, looking in the direction from which the thunder had come.

After a while, three thunder horses appeared in everyone's sight.

Three horses......

As the name suggests, every time they open their hooves, they make a thunderous roar, sounding like there are thousands of horses, but in fact...... Benleima has no combat power.

There was no one on horseback yet.

"Poof!" Someone laughed.

Is it just these three reinforcements?

Ben Lei Ma was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of the palace gate in a blink of an eye.

Someone immediately noticed that although there was no one on the horseback, there were three small hairballs, one black, one red and one white.

Everyone: "......"

Mao Dun Literature