"Quick, catch them!"

"Chong, the sect leader has an order, if anyone catches Princess Qianyue, there will be a reward!"

In the endless desert, people in white trench coats rode camels, and the wind raged by, blowing torches into the light and dark. The night in the desert is cold, the wind is cold, the sand is icy, and it chills people's hearts.

"Mother-in-law, why are they chasing us?" Mingming followed behind the old woman, who took her little hand and ran desperately forward against the wind and sand.

The old woman looked back, and in the vast desert, a bright and dazzling torch was approaching them at a rapid speed, and the roar resounded throughout the night.

"Because you are the princess of Xiliang Kingdom. The old woman's words were a little weak, and she said in a low voice, "They don't want Your Highness to return to Xiliang Kingdom. ”

"Who are they?" asked with a gasp of energy, her pale face showing an unconcealable fear.

The old woman looked ahead, and the desert was pitch black, as if there would never be an end.

"They are Persians. The old woman gritted her teeth and said, "Your Royal Highness Princess, you must remember that back then, it was that group of Persians who drove you out of Xiliang Kingdom, and they made you homeless and could only be sent under the fence in Chang'an City." ”

Mingming's face was very pale, because he had no memory of the past, and he felt very flat about the old man's words. She could barely exert her strength on her feet, but she still ran desperately under the pull of the old woman.

One of them, one old and one young, has been running for their lives since they left Feisha Pass. Never had a good night's sleep or a bite of a hot meal. Even the two camels that were finally bought were snatched away by those bad guys.

"Ahem......"

The old woman was running, and suddenly she coughed twice, and through the dim moon, she could see a pool of blood stained in the sand on the ground.

"Mother-in-law, you ......" Mingming's tone trembled and uneasy, and now in this strange desert, the old woman was the only one she could rely on to survive.

The old woman stopped, staggered along, and then smiled bitterly, "It's the old slave who is confused, he hasn't stepped into Xiliang for ten years, and he can't even avoid the soul dart......"

As the old woman spoke, she stumbled under her feet, and she fell on the sand. She was seriously injured, and now she can only exert less than sixty percent of her strength, and in the face of the pursuit of more than a dozen Persians, she can only flee for her life.

"People are old, useless...... the old woman looked at the bright moon in the sky with a desperate face, and couldn't help but squeeze out a tear from the corner of her eyes: "Your Royal Highness Princess, the old slave may not be able to send you back to Xiliang Kingdom safely......"

"No, it won't!" Ming Ming shook his head and cried, "Old woman, you won't die." ”

The old woman stood up with the support of Mingming, she picked up her crutches, turned to look back, and said calmly: "Your Royal Highness, princess, you go quickly, let the old slave send these bastards on the road." ”

The so-called road is just the end of the road. But her current strength can take away a few lives, but it is still unknown.

"I ......"

Looking at the old woman's back, her legs couldn't exert any strength. She has been in Chang'an for more than ten years, and she has never encountered such a strong wind and waves, and her heart is already in turmoil at this moment, how can she still have the strength to escape?

The old woman noticed that her physical strength was obviously insufficient, and the wrinkles on her face suddenly increased by two or three layers, "The sky is going to die, I am Xiliang, O Spirit of the Holy Fire, do you want to watch your children perish in this desert?"

The old woman raised her hands and wailed in agony.

At this moment, the group of pursuers on camels had already arrived in front of the two of them, less than ten feet away.

"Princess Asatsuki, please come back to the Persian Holy Land with us, I swear in the name of light and shadow that I will never hurt you. One of the Persians at the head raised a torch and shouted at Mingming.

"Your Royal Highness, don't believe their nonsense. The old woman hurriedly stopped in a panic, "Your Royal Highness Princess, if you go with them, the Xiliang Kingdom will really perish!"

"Shut up!" Mingming clenched her fists, the cold yellow sand dried the tears in the corners of her eyes, her face was flushed, and she yelled with all her strength: "I'm not a princess, I'm not going anywhere!"

As she spoke, a sharp embroidery needle was already in her hand.

In the dark night, this embroidery needle seemed very small, and even the old woman did not notice the existence of this embroidery needle. With trembling hands, she lifted the needle to her throat.

"Xu Gongzi...... We'll see you in the next life. Obviously, a painful sigh was left in his heart.

She once used this embroidery needle to embroider a painting for Xu Changfeng, and now that painting has long been hidden in the ruins of Chang'an East Lane, and it is nowhere to be found.

It's over.

Ming Ming closed his eyes and pierced the embroidery needle to his neck with all his might.

Syllable!

For some reason, her hands were suddenly uncontrollable, as if there was a strong force restraining her, and the embroidery needle also fell off her hands under the suppression of that force.

Ming opened her eyes, and what appeared in front of her was a tall man.

"Young Master Xu?" Mingming subconsciously exclaimed.

However, she soon showed a look of disappointment, and the man standing in front of her at this time was not Xu Changfeng. He carried a scabbard behind him, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

"Why?" looked at the man and asked weakly, "Why are you stopping me?"

"Ruyue is gone, you have to survive for her. The man whispered.

The purpose of the man following her all the way to the desert may be such an absurd reason.

"Sister Ruyue......" Mingming muttered in a low voice, Bei Yan suddenly bit her chapped red lips and shouted in a low voice, "You don't deserve to mention Sister Ruyue's name!"

When the man heard this, the expression on his face couldn't help but stiffen.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why are you meddling in the affairs of my Persian Ming Sect?" shouted the Persians at the same time.

The man's speed was so fast that he was able to appear in front of them silently, so that the group of Persians had to be cautious and did not dare to step forward.

"Sister Ruyue's heart has long since died, and you came too late. You should know what she wants most, and if you can't even figure it out, what qualifications do you have to mention her name?"

As the saying goes, tears don't change reality, crying is a sign of cowardice.

But what could she do but cry now?

Banjian listened to Mingming's enlightening scolding, and a far-fetched smile suddenly appeared on his stiff face.

As if he understood something, he drew the scabbard from his back with his right hand and turned to point to the group of Persians on camels.

"I once said that I have a sword, but I can't cut through thousands of armies, but in the end, I can't cut the yin and yang worlds in this world, ridiculous, ridiculous!" Banjian's words trembled, and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying.

I saw an astonishing momentum burst out from his body, and the wind and sand in the desert stopped at the same time, and everything was so quiet, like the world after death.

The man stared at the dozen or so Persians in front of him, this was the gaze of a strong man, and everywhere he scanned his gaze, everything was an ant!

The Persians at the head noticed that something was wrong with this man, and subconsciously exclaimed: "It's not good, retreat!"

As his voice fell, a dozen camels turned around at the same time, running back as hard as they could.

The hilt of the sword held in the half-sword's hand shone with a golden light at some point, and the shining light cleared the fog of the night.

The sword is out of the sheath, and the breath runs through the rainbow!

Whoa!

The sword qi flashed in the night sky like lightning, the wind surged again, and a dull thunderous roar faintly came from the ears.

The Persian on the camel subconsciously looked back, and he saw only a ray of light shooting straight out, and the light blinded him, and the whole person sank into eternal darkness.

"Hoo ......"

The wind and sand quietly swept by, and the desert night fell silent again.

There was still a little green smoke on the freshly extinguished torches, and soon it disappeared with the wind, only the blood on the ground, like bursting magma, eroded the desert bit by bit, and looked down from a distance, like a bright red flower blooming on the other side.

obviously looked at the scene in front of him with a hideous face, his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't move, and he didn't know if he was scared.

It's too fast, it's just a ray of light that fades away, and it's all over.

Half Sword lifted the scabbard and took a step into the night, the tall back fading away in front of her, looking so lonely.

Obviously opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the hoarse throat could not make a sound at the moment, and let the humble figure disappear at the end of the night.