Winterfell.

Yan Realm is one of the farthest border cities from Qin Realm.

A piece of paper was transmitted here from the border of the Qin Realm.

In a hastily built palace, Emperor Yan, who opened the secret note, cried in the empty hall.

This secret note records all the words of Ji Dan before he died.

Ji Dan's wish before his death could not be fulfilled, and his head would be sent to Changling and presented to Yuan Wu.

The order to kill Ji Dan and sue for peace was indeed given by Emperor Yan, but when the imperial order was issued, the mood of the former powerful emperor had been destroyed by his own order, and he was tormented day and night, until he officially received the news of Ji Dan's death, and his emotions were finally completely out of control.

Among all his sons, Ji Dan was originally the one he loved the most.

In the midst of his bitter weeping, the emperor hoped that Ji Dan's spirit in the sky would forgive him.

It is obvious that the Qin army has ignored the Qi Dynasty, but wants to destroy Yan first with all its might.

This war is too much for the Great Yan Dynasty to take time to buffer.

Even if this period of time requires a painful and humiliating price, even if the Great Yan Dynasty shows submission, perhaps when the war between Bashan Sword Field and Yuanwu begins, the result will be very different.

These days, when the news that Zheng Sleeve fell into the hands of Bashan Sword Field, he actually thought that Bashan Sword Field would finally win this war with Yuan Wu.

It's just that he didn't think about whether he and the Yan Dynasty could get the understanding of the Bashan Sword Field.

What he was thinking about now was that no matter what, it was always better than being directly destroyed by Yuan Wu.

"I know it's wrong, I've already paid the price of my most beloved son, whatever you want in the Bashan Sword Field in the future, our Yan Dynasty will try to give it as much as possible. At this time, even in the midst of crying, such a voice still sounded in his head.

However, this is only his own thoughts.

A person's own thoughts are also called wishful thinking.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, you don't even count as a cat crying mouse fake compassion. ”

A mocking voice rang out in the temple where there was supposed to be no one but him.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Emperor Yan's body trembled slightly, and he saw in disbelief that a girl in a green shirt was floating down in a shadow somewhere on the eaves, looking at him with a sneering expression.

"How afraid of death are you?"

The girl looked at him with disdain, and her expression seemed to be not in Emperor Yan's palace, but on the road outside, unscrupulous: "Your army is still entangled with the Qin army at the border, and you yourself have already fled to the other side of the Yan Realm, if the Qin army continues to advance, wouldn't you want to flee outside your Yan Realm and commit yourself to those barbarian tribes?

"Who are you?"

Emperor Yan finally came back to his senses and shouted loudly.

The girl in the green shirt still looked down on his face, and said very simply: "Jing Liuli." ”

"That genius of the Minshan Sword Sect?" Emperor Yan was stunned, his mind was still a little drowsy. Although whether it was the name of the first day of the Minshan Sword Sect for a long time, or the killing of Li Si, this name was not unfamiliar, but such a Changling cultivator was very far away for him, especially when he appeared in front of him so suddenly, it seemed too unreal.

"I'll kill you. Jing Liuli seemed to be too troublesome, and looked at him directly and said.

"Kill me?"

At this time, Emperor Yan's consciousness did have some problems, he did not ask Jing Liuli why he wanted to kill him at the first time, or seek a way to deal with it, but subconsciously asked: "I have agreed to Yuanwu's conditions, shouldn't you Qin people keep your promise and retreat, how can you come and kill me?"

Such an answer is like the words of a long-seated emperor, and it is clearly like the words of a fledgling frightened cultivator.

"Are you scared of your guts, or are you such an idiot yourself?"

Jing Liuli couldn't help but sneer: "Why don't you cry again?When did Yuanwu keep his promise, and he signed an alliance with you in Lushan, but how long has it been since he attacked Chu next? Not to mention that even if he really retreats, what does it have to do with me, and I didn't take his order to kill you." ”

"Could it be the Bashan Sword Field?" Emperor Yan's face instantly turned extremely pale, without a trace of blood.

"It has nothing to do with the Bashan Sword Field. Jing Liuli shook her head, "I want to kill you just because I want to kill you, and after killing you, the Yan Dynasty should be in chaos faster." ”

Emperor Yan was a little speechless.

He looked at the calm and righteous girl, unable to understand what good it was for her.

His blank expression only made the sarcasm on the corner of Jing Liuli's mouth even stronger.

"What a fool, do you think everyone is like you?" she said lightly, looking at the emperor who had completely lost his brilliance.

At this time, Emperor Yan really woke up to what was about to happen, and said in a trembling voice: "How did you get in, even if you can kill me, can you leave?"

Jing Liuli frowned: "You have already been frightened by Yuan Wu, so you yourself don't realize that the cultivators who are really useful are all sent by you to look at the generals you think are likely to rebel because of your order this time, and there are only some wastes left in your palace." ”

She was fed up with the loss of patience with the emperor, who had completely lost his mind.

So after saying this, she didn't want to say a word anymore.

An arrogant sword intent erupted from her as she raised her eyebrows.

Emperor Yan's heart palpitated, he subconsciously let out a low cry, and the whole person retreated at an alarming speed.

He was also a powerful cultivator, but he had long since lost the will to fight, and only wanted to escape.

Jing Liuli just squinted her eyes slightly.

Her eyes were full of mockery.

She didn't really play the sword.

A carmine sword light, like a poisonous snake quietly emerging from the hole, appeared behind Emperor Yan.

When Emperor Yan was alert, he himself couldn't retract his momentum and crashed into this sword light.

This sword light was extremely insidious, and at the same time, it was also stable to the extreme, piercing through the back of Emperor Yan's head and stabbing out between his eyebrows.

It's just that at this moment, when a little bright red came out from between Emperor Yan's eyebrows, Emperor Yan was already dead.

Mu Hongyan, the strongest assassin under Li Si's seat, appeared after the sword light.

She quietly put away her sword and bowed slightly to Jing Liuli, killing an emperor was no different from killing an ordinary cultivator to her.

However, for her and Li Si, killing such a person is more important than killing millions of people.