Ying Yi frowned slightly, looked at An Lingxi who was leaving, and didn't understand what happened to him, An Lingxi's strength just now was definitely not something that Ying Yi could resist, but he didn't make a move on Ying Yi, and what the last sentence meant, Ying Yi was also puzzled.

"Ancient Burning Silence ......"

Thinking of these three words in his heart, Ying Yi's brows furrowed even tighter, and they were almost squeezed into a line.

"Win easy, that person ...... just now"

A whisper interrupted Ying Yi's thoughts, and it was Yan Qing who walked over.

"It's just a few grievances, and it's not worth mentioning. ”

"Well, in that case, that's good. ”

Everyone has their own secrets, and Yan Qing herself has secrets, since Ying Yi doesn't want to mention it, Yan Qing doesn't ask too much.

"Today's two battles can be described as a battle of fame, I'm afraid that everyone won't underestimate you now, but some people will also be eyeing you, you need to pay more attention. ”

Yan Qing knew that since these two wars, everyone present would remember Ying Yi, as the prince of the Marquis of Xinling, Yan Qing knew what this meant, it was nothing more than to win over, show goodwill, if it didn't work, it would be suppression, endless conspiracies.

"Hmmm......"

Before Yingyi's words fell, he only felt a fierce wind rushing down overhead, accompanied by a vigorous scream.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, the tyrannical temperament in Ying Yi's heart could no longer be restrained, and a trace of evil qi full of cold and gloom poured out of Ying Yi's body, black hair was like a waterfall, flying wildly and standing up, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Win Yi has practiced "Shadow Devouring Demon Skill" in the Zongren Mansion since he was a child, and devoured an unknown amount of cold and cold qi, although the cold qi was strongly transformed into Taiyin true qi by Emperor Qin, but those evil qi full of resentment and despair have been suppressed by Ying Yi in the Taiyin star core;

Zongren Mansion does not know how many noble royal family people have been executed, and there have been countless cold resentments accumulated over the generations, Ying Yi is young and ignorant and fearless, swallowing these cold air currents into the body, if it is not for Emperor Qin's action to recast the foundation for him, even if he does not enter the demon in the future, the meridians will be eroded and broken, and he can only be reduced to a waste.

After entering the ruins, many changes have occurred one after another, and Yingyi's heart is also being imperceptibly changed, and now this cold and cold air is poured out, and the power that bursts out will also be terrifying.

Without the slightest word, the entire right arm instantly turned into a black crystal, and an ink-colored dragon python wrapped around the arm, and even made a true dragon roar, blasting straight towards the top of his head.

"Huh!"

With a mournful eagle roar, the black-covered iron-winged goshawk and the sergeant on its back were directly punched into a rain of blood, and the top of Zi Yingyi's head fell, followed by several angry roars.

Looking at the stinky blood rain pouring down, a flash of fire flashed in Ying Yi's eyes, and then a blood-colored flame was born from the void, burning all the blood rain that fell.

"Bold!"

With an angry shout, two armored soldiers with iron-winged goshawks in their hands held spears, and swooped straight towards Ying Yi with anger on their faces.

Ying Yi sneered, and his hands instantly condensed two ice spears, turning into two streamers and shooting towards the two of them.

The ice spear made a piercing roar from the air, a few points faster than the speed of sound, and the trajectory of the cold spear froze even the air.

The two iron-winged goshawks seemed to sense the danger, and desperately fluttered their two-meter-wide wings, trying to move their bodies back a few points, and the armor on the goshawk's back also changed their complexion, and they were about to jump off the goshawk's back.

At this moment, two star-like cold spears pierced through the eagle head of the iron-winged goshawk with great precision, and leaked out from the hearts of the two armorers, without spilling a drop of blood, and the place where the ironwinged goshawk and the two armorers were pierced by the cold spears were covered with a layer of frost, blocking the scalding blood in the increasingly cold corpse.

The iron-winged goshawk fell three meters behind Ying Yi like a rag, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The two Iron Eagle Knights who had penetrated the upper realm didn't even make a move to resist, and they were already dead.

"Bold, bold! Even the Iron Eagle Knight of the royal family dares to kill, it really eats the courage of an ambitious leopard!"

Ying Yi killed three armor soldiers with his backhand, and someone immediately exclaimed, looking at Ying Yi's eyes full of fear, as if he had seen a brutal and ferocious demon.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, looking at the hesitant Iron Eagle Knight in mid-air, Ying Yi's palm once again condensed two ice spears, revealing a cold killing aura.

In a panic, more than a dozen Iron Eagle Knights immediately rose more than ten meters high, confirming that they were far away from the attack range of the Cold Spear before regrouping their formation.

"Huh!"

Far sharper than just now, an eagle roar sounded above Zi Yingyi's head, and hundreds of cyan winds tore from the sky, like a rain of knives.

When Ying Yi looked up, he saw a full body of cyan wings, with a golden feather growing on the top of his head, like a cold iron eagle claw, flashing with jet-black light.

The most bizarre thing is that the chest of the cyan eagle is from the top of its head, and it is not a cyan feather, but layers of dense scales, only the size of a finger, and there is a faint cyan light.

Cyan light clusters converged around the two long wings, and as the swing of the wings turned into a fierce wind, pouring towards the range where Ying Yi was standing.

His face was still gloomy as water, and the two ice spears in his hands shot directly out of his hands, provoking dozens of cyan winds, and then instantly shot out two spears, blocking the four directions, and stabbing at the cyan eagle with the majestic power of piercing the golden cracking stone.

"Groan!"

With a dragon roar, four golden dragon-shaped true elements flew out from the back of the cyan eagle, with a brilliant humane aura, directly shattering the ice spear, and then crushing it.

"Humane Emperor!"

Yingyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instantly converged his own breath to the extreme, like a sealed container, without a trace of vitality fluctuations.

Since the collapse of the Supreme Dynasty, the True Dragon of Qi Luck has also dispersed and turned into countless shares, blessing to the major vassal states, until the seven dynasties recovered the princes of the world and established their own dynasties, which was re-condensed and called the humane imperial qi.

The dragon-shaped true yuan power that emanated from the cyan eagle just now carries an incomparably pure imperial aura, such a humane imperial aura can only be possessed by the people of the royal family of the seven major dynasties, and it is impossible for ordinary people to have it, this is the blessing of the luck of this dynasty.

The person who came can have such a strong royal atmosphere, it must be a person from the Dayan royal family, so before he understands the meaning of the visitor, Ying Yi does not want to make a rash move.

The ice spear that had been reformed quietly dispersed, and Ying Yi looked coldly at the cyan eagle in the sky, and his spirit locked on the figure on the eagle's back, ready to strike at any time.

"Plop ......"

The cyan eagle fluttered its wings and fell in front of it, setting off an earthy storm.

Through the dust that was not clear, Ying Yi saw a delicate face, wearing a black dragon python robe, a white jade and blue ribbon around his waist, a purple and green dragon gold crown on his head, and a faint anger between his eyebrows, even the kind of noble air that came from birth could not be concealed.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince!"

Yan Qing walked out from behind Ying Yi and bowed to the black-robed man and shouted, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, just right to separate Ying Yi from the black-robed man.

Emperor Yan has seventeen princes, and this one who is called the seventh prince by Yan Qing is the seventh son of Emperor Yan, whose name is Yan Ji.

"It turned out to be the commander of the left army of the Black Nightmare Army, and this person dared to kill the Imperial Iron Eagle Knight, just to bother Yan Governor to arrest this thief, and he was punished. ”

I don't know what it means, seeing Yan Qing walking out from behind from behind Win Yi, the eyes of the Seventh Prince flashed a hint of coldness, and he said to Yan Qing coldly and arrogantly.

"Your Highness the Seventh, Your Majesty has decreed that the sect in Dayan will be assessed and tested, life and death are fateful, wealth and nobility are in the sky, regardless of identity, status, and strength are respected. ”

A hint of gloom flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, and he didn't follow his Yan Jie's order to arrest Ying Yi, but just said an order that Emperor Yan had given to all the forces, which had clearly expressed the attitude of this prince of the Hou Mansion.

Yan Yu didn't have the slightest hint of surprise, just patted his forehead and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness actually forgot that his father had such an order, but he was a lot negligent, thank you Yan Governor for reminding me." ”

The breeze blew Yan Qing's hair bun, revealing the pupils as calm as the lake below, but it was difficult for anyone to find the cold light like a needle, and even Yan Ji standing opposite had not noticed it.

Yan Yi looked at Ying Yi again, he didn't even have the heart to hide it, and the endless cold killing intent pressed straight towards Ying Yi, without the slightest restraint, as if he had never put Ying Yi in his heart.

A burst of anger surged into his heart, Yan Yi is just Rong Yuan Shangjing, even if he hides his strength, Ying Yi is confident that Yan Yi will be killed here, Ying Yi does not believe that for the sake of a mere prince, the alliance between Da Yan and Da Qin will break down, since he knows that there is Emperor Qin behind Proton Yanjing, Ying Yi knows that things here are not so simple.

The invisible cold wind blew out from Ying Yi's side, but Ying Yi, who was standing in the center of the cold wind, didn't even shake his hair in the slightest, as if he had never stood there.

The killing intent in Yan Jie's eyes turned into a tyrannical smile, and he was confident that he could turn the head of the genius boy opposite him into his own trophy and hang it on the inner wall of the mansion made of white bones.

The cold wind of Xiao Kill poured out from the two of them, like a laneway full of cold wind, cold and piercing, full of Xiao Kill's cold silence.

In a trance, a gentle white wind blew in, as if ushering in the warm spring season, and a warm light rose, dyeing the cold roadway with a trace of temperature.

"His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, let's open the Heavenly Tomb Seal under the Tomb Mirror Lake first!"

Yan Yu's face became a little ugly, looking at the cyan figure, his face flashed hideously, and he quickly became indifferent.

It was Yu Duchen who spoke, and only the strength of the Four Realms could suppress Yan Ji, so that he couldn't even give birth to the idea of doing something.

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