Chu Feng was in front of him, but he and Sikong Changlie arrived at the Eagle King's side at the same time.

Cheng Yitian temporarily withdrew his true power, and the Mysterious Taixu Gong was coerced, mixed in the Qianyuan Mixed Heaven Gong, and rushed into Cheng Yitian's body.

The Eagle King has no internal injuries, but he is a little out of strength.

Sikong and Chu Feng supported him left and right.

The Eagle King shouted, "Hurry up!"

The figure in front of him shook, and the cat-claw woman with sharp claws stopped in front of him. A gust of wind and rain blew towards them, and a string of dark shadows appeared in front of them.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the black-clothed guard followed the sword light that had been trained into a line, transforming from a long snake to a flying eagle spreading its wings. The Black Wind Sword Formation can be formed by four people, and there are eight black-clothed guards here, Sikong Changlie and Chu Feng are supplemented by one and one is the same, just like a person with sixteen hands and sixteen legs. The sword flies, and the only flaws are filled in by flexible changes.

Qinghuang, Qingluan, Qingyu, and Qingque were arrogant for a long time, and they were all killed in the blink of an eye. Four women, four heads rolling on the ground. As soon as the blood was spilled, it was diluted by the rain.

The three white-gauze women: Yinfeng, Dream Chasing, and Flying Smoke were also destroyed by the Black Wind Sword Array like a meat grinder.

The black-clad guards protect their master's evacuation to the stables.

Like a locust's feathered arrows shooting at its side.

Yin 13 used a lock to kill and captured more than 100 flying arrows one after another. Xiao Sanlang took Cheng Yitian from Du Boyang's back, and Du Boyang freed his hand and pulled out his knife to help Yin Shisan resist together.

The black-clothed guards are fast with swords, and it is not difficult to retreat while fighting.

They all had a strong wind and heavy rain all day, and the ironclad army lying in ambush around Pingba was hit by the sudden heavy downpour so that they couldn't open their eyes, and the iron arrowhead shot out, and the power was naturally greatly reduced.

Han Yuzhang, the captain of the Shangwu Sect, failed to sneak attack the Eagle King, and was made up by the silver leaf dart of Han Jinsheng, the king of Chiba Langjun. The Eagle King's shape-shifting body method was unexpectedly half a beat slower, "Puff puff-", a series of silver leaves hit up, one on top of the other, and the innermost one was directly stuck in the bone. Sikong Changlie grabbed it in time to block the second round of dart attack.

At this moment, they had reached the stables.

Yuan Bin escorted the Eagle King in. When he came to the horse, the Eagle King held the horse on his back and did not go up for a long time. Yuan Bin is so young that he can't figure out what happened to his master. A groom dressed in gray crept in.

Outside, there was the sound of fierce fighting by Sikong Changlie and others to resist the Shangwumen army.

The gray-clothed groom had messy hair, and under the messy hair, a pair of deep eyes shone brightly.

The Eagle King slowly raised his right hand, gently placed it on the place where it was hit by the hidden weapon, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exercised. "Puff, puff, puff—", and the silver leaf darts that came in flew out one by one. The one stuck in the crack of the bone stabbed him with severe pain in his bones.

The Eagle King knew that he couldn't force it, and his brows furrowed, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The corners of the groom's mouth couldn't help but rise, and he took two more steps. Stretching out his hands, he untied the Eagle King's horse, sent the reins to Yuan Bin, and then handed it to the Eagle King.

The Eagle King's face turned white and he stretched out his right hand. Suddenly, I saw purple light!

Yuan Bin only had time to exclaim.

When the exclamation came out, Sikong and Chu Feng took five colleagues, who didn't care about it, and turned around and broke in together.

The spruce trees of the three souls suddenly woke up. She recognized at a glance that the groom in gray was her stepfather, Yun Qiaoyin, who was hiding behind everyone.

Spruce couldn't have imagined that her father-in-law was actually the famous Wudang swordsman swordsman Yun Feifei twenty years ago.

Yun Feifei pinched the Eagle King's throat with one hand.

The vitality was injured by the Qianyuan Mixed Heaven Gong, and the only remaining confidence was completely smashed by the Ziyang Gong, and the noble and extraordinary Eagle King also became a waste man with only one breath left.

"Don't move!" Yun Feifei said triumphantly to the Black Wind Guard: "If you want your master to live, come and come, pick up your sword, and cut yourself in front of me one by one." Without giving Sikong Changlie a chance to hesitate, he showed a dagger in his hand, and with a "poof" sound, it was inserted into the Eagle King's chest by half an inch.

Blood stained the garments red.

Bai Ying Chu was angry: "Don't ...... Don't listen to his ......"

Yuan Bin was the first to raise his sword and pierce it into his abdomen.

Spruce sprang over and blocked it with his sword.

"Yun Qiao Yin!" she also called Yun Feifei's old name, "let go of the Eagle King in your hand." The horizontal sword was placed on the neck, and with a slight pull, the skin was bleeding. Cheng Yitian was seriously injured and couldn't live when she saw it, which made her suddenly lose the meaning of living in this world. She held a long sword, the sharp blade bit into the white neck, her eyes were scattered, and she was in a crazy state: "I count to three, don't let people go, you collect my body first!"

Chu Feng stopped Sikong Changlie.

The spruce counted one by one: "One, two-" The word "three" was not spoken, and a soft air flow advanced from the side.

The little scholar who had moved with Shen Haochen, a disciple of Qingcheng a few days ago, floated in front of her, and Spruce's sword-holding hand was gently brushed by him. Then, the slender fingers flipped like an orchid, and Yun Feifei, who was born in a famous Wudang family, was still separated from his wrist. The dagger inserted in the eagle king's chest was gently pulled out by the scholar.

Yun Feifei was about to attack, and the Buddha's name came from behind: "Amitabha, here, but there is a senior brother Yun Feifeiyun?"

Yun Feifei looked back, there was a magnolia-colored robe next to the apricot yellow monk's robe, and next to it, who was Qingfeng Zhenren, who was not the current head of Wudang?

premeditated such a vicious plan, if it weren't for Hua Shuqi's horizontal intervention, maybe even the martial arts alliance leader would already be the Qilin Valley master - Mo Duotong was originally Xiao Jinghong's subordinate, Mo Duotong became the alliance leader, wouldn't martial arts become Xiao Jinghong's? Xiao Jinghong Without him, the rivers and lakes would not go far, in other words, martial arts would also become his!

really wanted to face to face with Qingfeng, and Yun Feifei realized that he was not fully prepared at all. The things of the past, others don't know, he knows best. Because he knows best, in front of the same door, he is not confident.

Let go of the Eagle King, as soon as he left, Spruce hurriedly pounced on him and snatched the Eagle King with both hands. It was this girl he adopted, raised to more than ten years old, and at this moment, he was obviously down, and she was not interested in taking a look at it at all. In "her" eyes, a long, long time ago, there was only the man named "Shen Fangfei", time has passed, a face is still there, and he has changed his identity, but he still hasn't changed. The object of anxious calls has become "His Royal Highness the Eagle King", "her" urgency, "her" sadness, "her" tears, past life, this life, have nothing to do with him!

Outside the stable, the abbot of Tianci led the six major sects to stop the warriors of the Shangwu Gate.

Han Yuzhang and Han Jinsheng brothers stood side by side, and Han Yuzhang was angry: "Master Tianci, are you going to be an enemy of the government?"

Tianci is not afraid, and he is neither humble nor arrogant under his calmness: "The government should have official documents when taking people." Bai Shizhu is the final winner of my North-South Martial Arts Competition, if Lord Han is allowed to correct the law on the spot for no reason, I and the grass people are very unconvinced!"

Han Yuzhang's momentum couldn't be suppressed, and after exchanging glances with Han Jinsheng, he held back his anger and asked, "Then dare to ask the master, how can you not stop us from doing business?" He dragged out his voice: "Master-" Holding up the official shelf of the Shangwu Sect, "You and the other heads of the sect are all hindering this official and this Han guard from performing their official duties at this time." The implication is: the people want to fight officials, but it is a stupid thing among stupid things!

Tianci said: "Ten miles out of Jianzhuang, let the two Han adults dispose of it." Speaking of which, he glanced back at Sikong Changlie.

Sikong Changlie swept away the rebellion, quickly folded his hands and bowed his head in thanks. Turning around to help the Eagle King get on the horse, another group of people came from the side, led by Mo Duotong, the valley master of the Qilin Valley, and the disciples who followed were all naked, only with animal skins around their arms and waists, and they were not inferior to the Qilin Valley Lord, all of them were very capable and strong.

Mo Duotong's mount was peculiar, looking like a giant dog, but with long and pointed ears, exposed fangs, thick and strong legs, and sharp claws like sharp daggers.

Sikong Changlie took the Eagle King on a horse, and the others rode their own horses, and they turned their backs on Mo Duotong to whip their horses and gallop out. Inside the Shangwu Gate, some soldiers who were a little less courageous were frightened by the strange mount of Mo Duotong. As for the horses of the Shangwu Sect, the horses that were originally divine horses trembled all over. Mo Duotong drove his mounts from east to west and from west to east, and the horses ignored their master's spurs and all fell to their knees in front of the monster.

The black-clothed guards escorted the Eagle King out of ten miles, and there were still no pursuers behind him. Twenty miles away, the remaining twenty-eight guards were waiting. Thirty-six horsemen converged, all the way to the west. Halfway through, the Eagle King woke up and told them not to go any further west, but to the east.

Sikong didn't understand, and Chu Feng couldn't figure it out. The lord has a lot of power, and neither of them dares to disagree. The Eagle King spent most of the time in a coma along the way, and they were so anxious that they still had to stay in the night. On this day, when he came to Hunan, in a county town called "Huang Du", the Eagle King woke up again.

The Eagle King commanded, "Find a place to stay." ”

Chu Feng went out in disguise and found a small manor that had been vacant for a long time. The title deeds were all purchased, and the other people involved in the transaction were sent to far, far away places with a lot of money. After completing the matter in three days, Chu Feng returned to his life, and Sikong took the Eagle King into the village.

The news of the chief manager Tang Guiquan came quietly, and his men were outnumbered, and they quickly cleaned up the dilapidated house. The largest courtyard in the East Garden residential area is provided for the Eagle King to rest.

Spruce, who has always been in the state of six gods and no owner, finally couldn't hold it back on the fourth day after entering the village, and quietly came to the vicinity of the Dongyuan compound. Someone was guarding the door, and Spruce thought about it, plucked up his courage and walked up.

Standing at the door was the highest-ranking peacock guard under the Golden Eagle Guard, and the one on the right was He Cong.

Seeing the spruce, He Congli was thoughtful: "County Lord!"

Spruce had nowhere to put his gaze, and wandered away for a long time before he looked at him squarely: "How is the situation of Your Highness?"

"There is a day of Shudan to maintain internal rest, and there is no worry about life. When he said this, He Cong's expression was steady, neither showing anxiety nor any joy.

Spruce lowered her eyes, guilty, and looked up at him, "I want to go in and see him, okay?"

He Cong stared at her, and only after a while did he give way: "County Lord, please!"

Pushing open the wooden door that had just been oiled for a short time, the spruce stepped into the unfamiliar courtyard. Tang Guiquan's means are so strong, in a small place, the trees should have been repaired, the grass should be long, the length is appropriate, and they are all left there. A few small skinny green bamboos, sparse and bright, are hidden outside the window covered by the blue long veil, and at a glance, it is full of poetry.

Xu is heart to mind, she just came to the front of the porch, the door of the main house "squeaked", and was opened from it.

Looking at each other, the indescribable emotions are mixed with complex emotions such as alienation and helplessness.

After a while, he calmed his gaze and said softly, "Come in." Turning around first, Spruce lowered his head and followed him into the house.

She had just entered the house when a shadow hung in front of her. A strong masculine aura quickly enveloped her, and he hugged her into his arms.

"I should review my usual indecision," he said, pressing her against the wall and pressing her to the face without question, "forget what happened and go back to the days before!"

She was about to refuse, but his mouth was blocked by him.

His external and internal injuries seemed to be almost healed, and no matter how much she resisted, she couldn't escape the result of being naked and sloppy under him.

He drove in quickly, and it didn't take long for her to be almost his.

Spruce bit him, useless, and was about to slap him in the face, but he decisively opened his hand.

He pressed her two hands, and she was cut into a "big" character, which was completely revealed in his world.

"I-" Trying to say something, the Eagle King suddenly frowned slightly, let go of a hand, and stroked his chest. The stab wound was still there, a humiliation, a mockery and a warning to the life he had been too proud of.

The momentum suddenly dropped a little, especially since she was always so reluctant, and he finally got up. After getting dressed, he asked her, "Why?" and after a pause, he asked more clearly, "Can a person's transformation really be so fast?"

Spruce "plopped" to his knees at his feet, sobbing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The Eagle King couldn't stop sighing, and after a moment, he leaned over to help her up. Let her sit on the side, and he continued the topic he had just raised: "I am originally from the Xi Dynasty, and I have always felt very special to you, who are also from the Xi Dynasty. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of my own fall, so I'd rather look at you from afar. At this point, a sad expression swept over his face that he had never felt before. Spruce looked over nervously, and a teardrop that would not fall was hanging in the corner of his beautiful eye, which was not inferior to a woman's.

This shocked anyone who only knew his elegant and tough side!

The Eagle King's narrative was quite stable at first: "Lone's father is the Emperor of the Xi Dynasty Shengyuan, and Lone's original surname is not Bai, and his real name should be Long Yingchu." Because of the suspicion of seizing the heir, he was named the king of Qin at the age of two, and was stolen by Bai Guhong, the former king of Penglai Tiandu, at the age of three, and later became Bai Yingchu until now. Speaking of this, a burst of affection for family affection undisguised frowned, "In this world, is there anyone in this world who does not miss his parents and is willing to become the children and grandchildren of others and live in a foreign land?

"Sixteen-year-old Lone led Changlie and they seized control of Tiandu, and in the third year, the situation in Penglai was stable, so we left Penglai together and returned to the Xi Dynasty," this experience is the first intersection with the spruce, the Eagle King said this, affectionately, "Xu is fate, Lone didn't have much nostalgia in the court, but I met you on the way back to the east coast." Unconsciously reached out and picked up her soft chin.

Time, all of a sudden, back to that year, the night is like ink, the rain is like a note, the wind blows, he, is her god, but she never thought that in fact, at that moment, she was weak, and she had already picked up the tenderness that he had left behind.

The reluctance to the Xi Dynasty, the respect for his father, and the pity for his mother who has suffered all kinds of oppression but still survives tenaciously turned them into a kind of emotion - he took her, quietly, unconsciously, a heart slowly melted in her.