After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

"Sorrow comes from love, fear comes from love. You can't hold the knife steadily because of the fear in your heart, and the reason why you are afraid is because there are too many ties and scruples in your heart."

"Father, mother, grandpa, aunt Qingluan, and even your favorite cats and dogs, are all your ties and scruples. Only by forgetting these things can you have no distractions and no fear."

"When a man is fearless, no one can withstand his blade."

Chang Ling didn't expect that at this moment, what appeared in his heart would be that person's indifferent face, and the same indifferent words in a gentle tone.

In memory, this seems to be what that person said to him the most.

The sound of the rumbling cavalry intertwined with the sound of thunder and rain, and the whistling cold wind poured into the ears. It was hard to tell which was the loudest, and countless mud spots splashed on the face, sticking to the body, face, and neck, sealing off the five senses and six senses .

No, that's not the case.

He wanted revenge, and he wanted to take back Qingqiu that belonged to him.

It is these hatreds and longings, these entanglements and worries that have supported him step by step to the present. He will never be able to be a ruthless and loveless god like him.

He wants to prove to him that even if he has an obstacle in his heart, a thought in his heart, and a love in his heart, he can be fearless and invincible.

When you meet a god, you kill a god, when you meet a Buddha, you kill a Buddha.

"what--"

The long spirit roared silently in his heart, and the blood jade collar around his neck vibrated with the soaring blue knife light in the young man's hand, bursting out a strange blood-colored streamer in the night.

In the depths of invisible forests, on the top of caves, and in the crevices of rocks, firefly sacs are like being called, and they light up like fireflies, like stars attached to walls, trees, and mountains.

The fireflies form a line in a strange way, using the valley as the dojo, and the rain□□□□□□ electricity as a sacrifice, forming a magic circle with strange shapes.

Blood splattered, war horses neighed, trees swayed crazily, and the valley was filled with bloody wind and blood. Before the valiant blue wolf cavalry had time to swing their scimitars, they encountered strange ghosts hitting the wall. Feeling the direction, the iron cavalry in front has been folded in the autumn water-like knife light.

The rest of the people backed away in horror, looking in horror at the red-eyed young man standing in the center of the circle like a hellish Shura standing with a knife in his hand.

On the mountainside above the valley, Qiu Yun also looked at the situation in the valley in shock, and asked, "Father, what kind of formation is this? If this continues, our vanguard troops will be wiped out."

Qiu Ye shook his head solemnly.

"In the past, Tu Shan Boyan used to build thousands of miles of formations around Qingqiu to defend against attacks from foreign enemies. It is not surprising that this little fox has some strange formations. Without enough spiritual power to support them, no matter how powerful the formation is, it is just a bluff It's just a paper tiger, continue..."

He was about to order the second round of cavalry to make up for it, when the ground suddenly shook again without warning.

Far away in the dark clouds, thunder and lightning intertwined night, there were bursts of sound like thunder.

It was a sound that was several times stronger and faster than the movement of the Azure Wolf Cavalry. Looking at the entire Western Territory, or even the entire Xianzhou, only one troop could do it.

Qiu Yun's expression changed: "It's... Xuanling cavalry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless red sword lights flew down from the sky, quickly forming a huge light shield, covering the entire valley.

The four hoofs of the unicorn beast thundered, and it fell with a faint blue light and shadow. Zhaoyan sat on the back of the beast, soaked all over, his handsome face was cold and white from the rain.

He put away his sword, looked at Qiu Ye expressionlessly, pursed his lips deeply, and drove the beast into the valley.

Qiu Ye said angrily, "What are you doing!"

"The person looking for me."

Zhaoyan left four words coldly without looking back.

The Qilin beast soared on all fours, and the blue lightning broke through the red mask and jumped into the valley.

The elite blue wolves trapped in the valley had been stunned by the red sword light gathered in the headspace. Seeing the new king approaching the beast, they all got off their horses and knelt down on the ground.

Zhao Yan passed the crowd and went straight to the center of the circle.

Chang Ling stood holding a knife in the flickering fireflies, his blue shirt was drenched, his black hair was stuck close to his face, and his green sleeves were full of spots of blood. Across the rain curtain, with the corners of his mouth tightly pursed, he and Zhao Yan quietly Looking.

"Little Lord!"

Tangyue wanted to step forward, but Zhaoyan waved her sleeves and flew away.

The Qilin beast kicked and trampled on the muddy water, paced leisurely in the rainstorm, passed through the magic circle with ease, and walked in front of the long spirit standing in the center.

Chang Ling held the handle of the knife tightly, trickles of blood slipped from the green sleeve, and then slid along the edge of the knife handle all the way to the muddy ground.

Chang Ling raised his head and calmly looked at the heroic figure sitting on the back of the beast, as if he had returned to the scene when Qingqiu City was broken, when he hid behind the dilapidated statue and saw it through the window lattice.

More and more fishy sweetness gushes out from the throat, no matter how hard you swallow, you can't swallow it back.

Chang Ling slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You're here."

Duan Shui was still glowing with aura, and the faint blue light formed a transparent ball of light, covering the owner in it, resisting all external attacks.

Zhao Yan stretched out his hand, passed through the barrier, and let his fingers be cut with fine bloodstains by the knife energy.His fingertips finally rested on the corner of Chang Ling's mouth, patiently wiped off the blood from the corner of the little thing's mouth, and said softly: "I'm late."

"Go back with me, okay?"

Chang Ling's eyes turned red little by little, and finally shook his head, saying, "From the beginning, you shouldn't have brought me back."

Zhaoyan's complexion twisted, fearing that the little thing would be frightened, he tried his best to say in a gentle voice: "Don't be self-willed anymore. I can pretend that none of this happened. Be obedient and go back with me, okay?"

Chang Ling still shook his head.

Zhao Yan said hoarsely, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Chang Ling smiled, and said almost heartlessly: "Don't lie to yourself anymore. You and I have no retreat now, right. I have hurt you so many cavalry, and every time you face me, you will think of that heavy The blood debt that weighs you down. Your courtiers, your uncle, will not let me go. You may not care what they think, but your conscience and your desire will continue to fight endlessly. You can deceive You numb yourself, but the facts will not change. You live in entanglement and pain day after day, and you constantly accept the torture of your conscience and the accusations from courtiers and people. I am the one who kills my father and my enemies. If you talk about money, you will burn your bones. One day, you will be driven crazy."

"You are the king of a country, you have many choices, and you have many methods of revenge. You should not choose this. Let me go or kill me, that's what you should do."

Zhaoyan's heart suddenly throbbed, and he growled, "No, that's not the case!"

He was about to reach out, but Chang Ling took a step back, spitting out black blood, unsteadily holding the knife again, pointing at him and saying: "Don't come over, I'm afraid... I will hurt you."

It was only then that Zhaoyan realized that the blue light ball blocking him had suddenly multiplied by more than several times.

Ding.

A crisp bell rang, and the blood jade collar hanging around the young man's neck once again glowed with dazzling blood, making a clanking sound.

In the realm of comprehension, when a low-level master meets a high-level master, even if the two sides do not fight, the low-level person will inevitably feel the oppression from the aura of the high-level person.

With Zhaoyan Tianluo's ninth-level cultivation base, it is rare to meet an opponent in Xianzhou. No matter what the occasion, he has always been the role of oppressing others. At this moment, it is the first time Zhaoyan has noticed that there is an aura that can compete with his own aura. The flow of spiritual power in his body is slowly rising, and there is even a faint tendency to break through the check and balance of his aura and go straight to the sky.

The Qilin beast keenly sensed the existence of this powerful enemy, planed its front hooves violently, and let out bursts of nasal sounds like thunder.

The sound of the bell trembled, and circle after circle of blood-red streamers swayed from the blood jade collar like water ripples.Zhaoyan frowned, looking at Chang Ling who was gradually being enveloped by the flying light.

"Kill me, or, let me go."

Chang Ling pursed his lips tightly, his pupils were as black as jade washed by the heavy rain, and he looked at Zhao Yan stubbornly.

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