Brother is a heartless thing [Rebirth]

The sharp blade glowed with a cold light, and with the sound of piercing through the air, it stabbed fiercely.

Almost in an instant, Wen Xuan avoided sideways, rolled forward at the fastest speed, distanced himself from Wen Xiangjing, drew out his long sword, and slammed to block the cutting blade.

The guards around reacted very quickly, and the cold knives were unsheathed one after another.

Wen Xiangjing said mercilessly, "Give Gu a hold on him."

Several guards almost surrounded Wen Xuan. His body had a drug effect, his limbs and bones were all soft, and he couldn't use his spiritual power at all.

The blade slashed towards the vital part, but Wen Xuan blocked it in time, cut through the skin with a puff, blood burst out, and only cut a bloody gash on the arm.

He hissed lightly, then swept back a few feet, and retreated to the cabinet, staring at the enemy, and secretly opened the drawer with his fingers behind his back.

The moment the guard caught up to him, he suddenly threw out a hidden weapon box!

Several dark arrows swished away!

The guards were caught off guard and hurriedly blocked, losing their positions for a while.

Wen Xuan took this opportunity, the white robe flew away, and jumped onto the beam.

Only now did Wen Xiangjing realize that it was not a wise move for him to bring Wen Xuan back to the familiar bedroom.I saw Wen Xuan holding the hilt of the sword instead, and used the other end of the sword to slam into the beam and pillar, and a square piece was sunk on the pillar, and the mechanism was suddenly opened.

Somewhere on the roof moved instantly, and a ray of sunlight shone in, opening a hole in the roof.

The talent of the sky is the talent of the sky, even if he is poisoned, his movement is several times lighter than others.Wen Xiangjing's face changed slightly, and he suddenly became sullen, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "What are you doing in a daze, catch him!"

Wen Xuan moved very quickly, and he managed to climb up without knowing where the strength came from. By the time the guard jumped onto the beam, half of his body was already outside the cave.

But before he could escape, he suddenly heard a loud bang from below, as if someone had kicked the palace door open.

Immediately afterwards, a clear and stern voice came: "Stop it!"

Wen Xuan was trying to crawl out, when he heard the sound, he lowered his head and looked over, and saw Wen Heng who suddenly barged in, and...

"Xiao Chengjian?!"

Wen Xuanzheng was startled, but at this moment, the strength on his arm suddenly couldn't support him, he let go in vain, screamed, and fell down, hitting the guard below impartially.

The two fell straight down from the beam, and the guard underneath was treated as a meat pad, and was almost smashed into pancakes. In desperation, Wen Xuan grabbed the corner of his clothes and tore a piece of cloth.

"Oh, ancestor." Xiao Chengjian couldn't bear to look straight at him, clicked his tongue a few times, shook his sleeves, walked over slowly to help him up, took out the antidote by the way, and stuffed one into his mouth.

"How do you..." Wen Xuan stood up with his hand.

Wen Xiangjing's expression turned cold. He was facing the gate of the palace, and saw the silver light of the armor under the stone steps outside the palace. Rows of soldiers stood up and surrounded the whole palace.

He sneered, inspected the two people who suddenly appeared, and finally fixed on Wen Heng's face, narrowing his eyes and asking, "What do you mean?"

Wen Heng just looked at Wen Xuan, with a deep furrow between his brows, and hurriedly said: "Jinyang, we don't have much time to delay, hurry up, or it will be too late!"

Wen Xuan was taken aback.

Xiao Chengjian stabbed him twice, and urged: "What are you doing in a daze, the opportunity is right in front of you, that is the enemy who killed your mother, why don't you hurry up!"

The guards in front of him had already lined up, vowing to protect the lord to the death, blocking Wen Xiangjing, and pointing their cold knives at Wen Xuan.

It was only then that Wen Xuan realized that Wen Heng and Xiao Chengjian had joined forces, and under such circumstances, they were already forcing the palace.

The guards in the palace reacted quickly. Wen Xuan heard the sound of Hao Hao's iron boots coming from a long distance away, and the sound of armor was clanging and heavy, which was several times more than the soldiers brought by Wen Heng. Approaching the entire palace.

Hearing that voice, he knew that there was no way out now.

Wen Heng and Xiao Chengjian did it on their own, and they hoped that the burden would be entirely on him. If he hesitated now, regardless of any new or old hatred, Wen Heng and Xiao Chengjian alone would be dragged down.

But from another point of view, if Wen Xiangjing died, the court situation would be difficult to control for a while, the court would be in chaos, and the mud of the entire court hall would surge up from the bottom of the pool. If it couldn't be suppressed, Dongjing would surely fall into a stalemate.

He can only choose one of his personal relationship and the overall situation.

Wen Xuan didn't have time to hesitate, clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and charged towards the guards who surrounded her tightly.

At the same time, Wen Heng also drew his sword, wanting to break through the siege for him as quickly as possible.

The spiritual currents in the hall collided wantonly, and the cold sword and cold knife collided with sparks. Wen Xuan had just taken the antidote, and hadn't completely escaped from the shackles of the medicinal properties. His movements were still a little slow, so he had to push the available spiritual power in his body to the limit and tried his best. The target is always set on Wen Xiangjing who is at the innermost place.

The sword engulfed in spiritual flow was terribly cold, and many guards around had fallen down, and the long blade was dripping with blood, which sprayed several feet away with the swing.

The sound of iron armor outside was getting closer and closer, and the clash of soldiers outside the hall was sonorous and ear-piercing.

The soldiers brought by Wen Heng were not many, and they couldn't resist for a long time. After a while, Xiao Chengjian shouted urgently:

"Wen Xuan, they're coming in!"

As the voice fell to the ground, Wen Xuan clearly heard the sound of the iron armor outside having completely broken through the barrier.

The heavy iron boots stepped on the stone steps, deafening, rushed into the hall quickly, and in a blink of an eye, countless sharp weapons stabbed at him, approaching behind him in an instant.

As he turned around, the sharp thorn pierced through the fabric, almost at the same time, Wen Xuan finally approached the target, grabbed Wen Xiangjing's arm, and laid the cold sword across his neck.

"Don't move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp thorns pointing directly in front of his eyes stopped, reflected in those cold peach blossom eyes.

It's only a hair's breadth away.

Cold sweat slid down undetectably down the forehead, Wen Xuan resisted the trembling of his fingertips, tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his clothes were soaked unconsciously.

Blood dripped down the blade drop by drop, and the sword in Wen Xuan's hand was getting tighter and tighter, and the sharp edge was pressed against Wen Xiangjing's neck, and it was about to be cut.

Wen Xiangjing had to die.

But not now.

"Back off."

Wen Xuan's voice was low, and he stared closely at the soldiers who were confronting him.

Seeing them staring at each other, motionless, his sword moved closer, cut through Wen Xiangjing's neck, and a few drops of blood leaked out, angrily said: "Stand back!"

"Wen Jinyang...!" The situation turned around for a moment, Wen Xiangjing's face was extremely ugly, threatened by the sword, he raised his head slightly.

The hands in his sleeves trembled slightly, and his face was even distorted. He didn't know whether it was from fear or anger, or both. He stood in a stalemate for a while, but he didn't say an order.

The soldiers had no choice but to back off as they could not just watch the monarch being hacked to death.

The atmosphere was as suffocating as if drowning, only the sound of armor rubbing, moving, and heavy breathing remained in the entire hall.

The soldiers retreated slowly and moved out of the hall step by step, but there were too many soldiers who came to rescue him. From the inside of the door, he could see that the entire palace road was densely packed, and they were all Wen Xiangjing's people.

Wen Heng and Xiao Chengjian were behind him, covering them in a triangular formation, Wen Xuan did not leave when he reached the entrance of the hall, the blade was still pressed against Wen Xiangjing's neck, and said to him: "Tell everyone outside to back down. "

"Wen Xuan, don't push yourself too hard." Wen Xiangjing whispered.

Wen Xuan repeated: "If you don't want to die, let them retreat."

Wen Xiangjing gritted his teeth and said, "You can think about it, if you die alone, you won't survive either."

"A joke." Wen Xuan sneered, "Except for you, the other two of the orthodox blood of the clan are here. Once you die, either I or Wen Heng will inherit the throne. You are the only one who will not survive!"

"..."

Wen Xiangjing gave him a gouging look, his eyes were blood-like scarlet, Wen Xuan didn't show any weakness, and just stared at him and confronted him.

Wen Xiangjing's lips moved slightly, as if unwilling to bear it again and again, the back of his hand clenched his veins, after a long while, he finally suppressed his anger, and said two words to the soldiers outside the hall:

"Get out!"

……

The original fight between the same room turned into chaos and forcing the palace, and the matter completely became a big mess.

Fortunately, Wen Heng's foundation in the palace was not shallow, so he arranged for manpower outside the palace to support him in advance, and several people took Wen Xiangjing hostage and left the palace smoothly.

But it won't last long in this way, the only way is to force Wen Xiangjing to hand over the monarchy earlier.

Wen Heng briefly explained the matter, and only then did Wen Xuan know that Wen Heng had been planning secretly since the day he left Yuyang. After he came to Dongjing, the first thing he did was to rescue Xiao Chengjian, and by the way, he used All the forces of the two planned to force the palace.

But Wen Heng didn't make this move purely to save him, in short, he wanted to give it a go.

Once Wen Xiangjing died, he no longer had to bear it, and could stay in Dongjing as much as possible.

And it would be of great benefit to him if he could support Wen Xuan to take the position.After all, as Wen Xuan said, in Dongjing's clan, apart from Wen Xiangjing, only the two of them have the right to inherit.

He trusted Wen Xuan's character, so as long as Wen Xiangjing died, there would be no more threats in Dongjing.It is better to live in peace and stability than to be vigilant.

But Wen Xuan didn't think so.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

He was very surprised, he never expected that Wen Heng would have such an idea.

"Help me to the top?"

Xiao Chengjian next to him was bandaging the wound on his arm, pulled the bandage, and tied a flowery bowknot. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing, and glanced at him, "Look at your worthless appearance, you are not the king of a country!" okay?"

The carriage drove over the uneven stone road, and the wheels rolled over the gravel on the road, making a bumpy sound, and the whole body was shaken.

"But I don't have that plan." Wen Xuan said.

"Why?" Wen Heng also had the same question as Xiao Chengjian.

"I've never wanted to be a king so much, besides, I don't have to be in that position." Wen Xuan glanced at Wen Heng.

"...Before that, I thought you would agree without hesitation." Wen Heng said, "After all, with your talent and intelligence, you should not be willing to be inferior to others."

Wen Xuan replied sincerely: "Second brother thinks too much."

If he was not willing to be under others, why did he have to work for Wen Xiangjing for so many years with such a low reputation.

He thought for a while, and then said: "I think, since whoever planned to force the palace, whoever should sit in that position, it's only logical."

Wen Heng: "..."

With such humility, he knew he was giving up the throne, but he didn't know that he thought he was giving up the pear.

"However, now is not the time to talk about this." Wen Xuan looked aside.

The carriage is spacious enough to accommodate Wen Xiangjing lying on the other side. In order to hold him hostage, Wen Xuan has directly knocked him out.

Asked: "Do you have a plan, what should you do next?"

Wen Heng said: "Don't worry, as long as Wen Xiangjing is in my hands, I can find my own way for the next thing."

"That's good." Wen Xuan paused, and then said, "But there is one more thing... Before I was kidnapped, shouldn't Wen Xiangjing make an appointment to negotiate with Yu Yang? Why did Yu Yang There has been no movement until now?"

Xiao Chengjian pondered for a while, and said: "I have heard about this. I heard that Yu Yang's team encountered a landslide on the way, and you were kidnapped at that time. Afterwards, Min Yinghan seemed to have met someone and left him immediately. The team has chased to the top of the floating wasteland."

"Where?!" Wen Xuan's heart tightened suddenly.

"The Peak of Floating Desolation." Xiao Chengjian repeated it, and then added after thinking, "I heard that today is still the day when all sects gather, and I don't know what he did."

"parking!"

Wen Xuan suddenly realized something was wrong, shouted out of the car, got up and opened the curtain to jump off, but was grabbed by Xiao Chengjian.

"Hey! What are you going to do?"

Xiao Chengjian tried to drag him back, but Wen Xuan dodged extremely nimbly, jumped under the car in a blink of an eye, turned around and shouted to them: "It's urgent, you go to Dongjing first, I'll be back soon."

After finishing speaking, regardless of how Xiao Chengjian called him, he left directly.

……

Inside the lock tower.

Following the voice, Min Shao walked along the narrow stone path to the depths, and when he turned a corner, his vision widened in vain.

The stone room in front of me is extremely open and wide, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance. There are only a few candles on the wall that reflect the light, and it is all due to the light on the ground that emits light, reflecting the entire stone room extremely brightly. A bit of blackness can be seen.

The talisman seemed to be engraved on it, faintly bright, exuding a strange yet familiar light.

In the center of the stone room, a high platform made of square jade is set up far away. On the jade steps, hangs a huge copper tripod. The scarlet is boiling in the center, and sparks are constantly splashing out, falling on the jade platform one after another, sending out thorns. The sound of burning.

On the edge of the giant formation, there is a circle of small formations deliberately expanded, filled with light, spreading around the formation, continuously absorbing spiritual power.

In the center of each formation, there is a person lying down.

Only then did Min Shao know where all the missing people in the Floating Desolation Peak had gone.

It is hard to imagine how much painstaking effort and spiritual power it takes to create such an invisible giant formation.

Under the copper cauldron, there was a man wearing a dark robe, which was a little strangely reflected by the scarlet color, with a silver-black mask on his face, with his head slightly raised, staring at the boiling copper cauldron.

Min Shao's expression was as cold as frost, he clenched the hilt of his sword, and slowly approached a few steps.

The man didn't seem to care about it, he just raised his head and looked at it for himself.

Min Shao walked to the edge of the formation and stopped.

He saw that those trapped in the formation had lost consciousness one by one, their eyes were clearly open, but they were empty and lifeless, and the spiritual power of their bodies was being gradually absorbed and absorbed into the formation.

There are almost transparent thin threads connecting them inside the array.

It is very similar to the formation that Li Ruqi was recruited at the beginning, but the effect is exactly the opposite.

"They won't die."

The man turned to Min Shao, didn't look over, and opened his mouth lightly.

His voice was clear and bright, but there was a sense of familiarity that made Min Shao terrified.

"My experiment has been successful..."

He said, "They are all still alive."

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感谢在2020-03-2420:26:21~2020-03-2519:52:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xiaoxiao and Qingyanyao 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!