Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Their numbers were obviously not enough, so Qing Xiao directly showed his trump card and released all the secret guards.

Yan Siyuan did not leave any room for himself, and the secret guards came out in full force. With their joining, at least there is a chance to breathe.

But Yan Muen didn't want to let them go, and countless dead soldiers suddenly appeared. They seemed to fall from the sky, silently. One person can stand up to several people.

Yan Siyuan quickly recognized that these were the dead soldiers who had injured Qingyun before.

Based on the information given by the captured dead soldiers, they only found an empty shell in the mountains. They had run away long ago.

No trace has been found since. But today, I saw so many at once. This is probably all Yan Muen's people.

It turns out that they had guessed wrong all along, and this person was Yan Muen's all along. The relationship with the Meng family is just a matter of interest. Moreover, Meng Xunji may not even know who the owners of these dead soldiers are.

Xia Chan was hit by a palm and was injured and unconscious. Xizhu blocked a sword to save Xia Chan and was also injured.

Others were seriously injured just now. The first person to lose strength was Yan Siyuan. When he spat out the mouthful of black blood, his vision became blurry. But still unwilling to fall.

Lu Xingci stabbed one person to death with his backhand sword and helped Yan Siyuan up. "Are you okay?"

Yan Siyuan let go of his hand and said, "I'm fine, continue."

Seeing Yan Siyuan's insistence, Lu Xingci stopped trying to dissuade him. Those dead soldiers seemed to be unconscious, not afraid of death or injury, and moved up with all their strength.

And they are normal people. After three hours of fighting, they are already exhausted.

Shen Lingfei was thrown onto the dragon pillar, and his internal organs hurt as if they were torn apart. Qing Xiao knelt on one knee, the sword in his hand trembling uncontrollably. Sword wounds were all over his body, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

Lu Xingci also felt uncomfortable, and the blood at the corner of his mouth never stopped. He even doubted whether he would bleed to death.

Yan Siyuan even lost the strength to stand up, and the beads of sweat on his head indicated his pain. He clutched his heart tightly, lowered his head and trembled.

They were surrounded by dead soldiers, and there were corpses everywhere around them. The people in the world were frightened to the point of panic. They looked at these people with fear in their eyes.

Even Yan Muen didn't expect that they would persist for such a long time and kill so many of them. But in the end, he won.

He walked towards Yan Siyuan, and just as he was about to squat down, Yan Siyuan threw him to the ground.

Yan Siyuan's eyes were red and his neck was covered with veins. Her hands tightened her grip on his arm.

Yan Muen felt that his arm was going to be crushed by him, and several dead soldiers stepped forward to rescue Yan Muen.

Yan Muen held her arm and looked at the crazy Yan Siyuan in pain, "Oh, it turns out you are just like me. You will be so painful and crazy, hahahahahaha.

We are all the same, hahahaha. What kind of unique grace is just bullshit. The old man also poisoned you, he really didn’t leave anyone behind, hahahaha.”

Yan Muen laughed like crazy and didn't stop until she had enough. When he lowered his head, he saw that Yan Siyuan had killed four of his dead soldiers with one person.

He had no weapons in his hands, so he only relied on biting to drive him crazy. But now, Yan Siyuan rushed towards him.

At that moment, his eyes were full of panic. Yan Siyuan was like a wild beast, trying to tear him into pieces. Fortunately, the dead man blocked it in time.

Yan Muen covered her heart. The feeling of facing death was really uncomfortable.

"Give it to my highness, kill him, kill him quickly." He was really scared.

The dead soldiers received the order and swarmed forward.

The left deputy took off his cloak and looked at Yan Muen eagerly. Seems like I want an explanation.

"Yan Muen, what do you mean? You promised me to spare his life."

"Really? Why don't you remember, Your Highness?"

Yan Muen didn't care at all about her words and didn't even look at her. He just stared at Yan Siyuan fiercely.

Xizhu recognized him at a glance. This was Huaizuo. She escaped from the secret guard camp. Yan Siyuan spared her life, but she didn't expect that she would betray Yan Siyuan.

Seeing that Yan Muen wanted to cross the river and demolish the bridge, Huaizuo was ready to take action. The wrist just turned slightly, and the dagger at the waist was pierced by Yan Muen's sword before he could even pull it out.

He said disdainfully: "Who are you, and you dare to give orders to His Highness?".

Huaizuo was still looking in the direction of Yan Siyuan until he died. His eyes were full of unwillingness.

Now Yan Siyuan is covered with injuries. If this continues, Yan Siyuan will definitely not survive.

Just when the dead soldiers besieged Yan Siyuan for the last time, the gate of Jinluan Palace was opened.

An iron ball flew out and exploded above Yan Siyuan's head. All the dead soldiers surrounding Yan Siyuan were wiped out. There were more than ten of them, and they would die immediately if they touched the needle. This poison was developed by Jin Shui.

Yan Muen turned to look at Jinluan Palace, and Qingyun walked out of it. But his steps were unsteady and his face was pale. She also needs Jin Shui to support her.

"My people, who allowed you to move?" A dark light flashed in Qingyun's eyes.

Seeing Qingyun like this, Yan Muen was not afraid at all. Although more than ten dead soldiers were lost, Qingyun was forced out.

Facing Qingyun, he mocked: "Hahaha, your highness is really laughing to death. You are already like this, and you still want to save the hero with beauty? It is simply wishful thinking."

Yan Siyuan was still running rampant, like a violent beast under the wash of the rain. The messy hair made Qingyun unable to see his face clearly.

Qingyun frowned and said "Jinshui".

Jin Shui understood what Qingyun meant, and inserted a silver needle directly into the back of Yan Siyuan's neck. In just a moment, he fell down.

Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and looked at everything in front of her. Yan Siyuan fell in a pool of blood, and Qing Xiao and others were surrounded. It doesn't look very good either.

The corpses on the ground, outside the Jinluan Palace, were already bloody.

There was a roar and heavy rain fell. The blood washed away from the ground, forming a small stream.

"Have you seen enough? You will become one of them later."

Yan Muen was soaked in the rain and looked like a ghost. Although he was also injured, compared to those on the ground, he could still stand.

Qingyun raised her head and slowly raised a hand. With tears shining in his eyes, he pointed at Yan Muen.

"I want you to die".

"Hahahaha, you want my highness to die. Who do you think you are? Go to my highness."

The dead soldiers and many people in the world rushed towards Qingyun.

"Where do you think this is?"

Qingyun's voice was not loud. She was supported by Jin Shui and seemed to have no strength to breathe. But it is this extremely weak sound that makes people deafened.

Those people in the world stopped and looked at the upright Qingyun standing on the high platform. The steps under his feet were hesitant.

"This is the capital, the territory of the Tian family. This is the imperial palace, the heart of Tian Yuan. And you are chaos! Ministers! Thieves! Sons!".