Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

Before Xie Dan finished speaking, he was swept aside by a strong palm wind, while Hu Luwa was thrown to the ground by the silver dragon that fell from the sky.

He didn't cry out when his head was bleeding, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, like a hyena capturing a prey, or like the reflection of a person before he died, eerily eerie.

Jiang Jingyun came riding the wind, his robes fluttering, billowing black clouds shrouded his delicate brows, piercing icicles shot out from his sharp phoenix eyes, and a golden spell rose from his fingertips, which turned into a light blade and slashed straight ahead Open the raging tide.

Splashes of water splashed everywhere, and the huge waves split into two. They were blocked by the barrier, and changed their aggressiveness. Like a pious servant, they knelt down respectfully, surrounded by Jiang Jingyun like stars holding the moon.

"Your life is so contemptible, you will die if you say you will die?" Jiang Jingyun looked at Xie Fan coldly with a gloomy face, and asked, "Xie Fan, who gave you the courage?"

Seeing Jiang Jingyun coming, Xie Fan didn't feel relieved, instead, the blood all over his body rushed to his head, his eyes were swallowed by endless fear, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Jiang Jingyun also appeared, and everything was staged as in the picture...

"Don't come here!" Xie Fan looked at Jiang Jingyun who was trying to approach Shen Qinghe in horror as if he had seen a ghost, clenched his fists and roared at him, "Don't come here! Go away quickly! Stay away from Qinghe !"

"Say it again." Jiang Jingyun's footsteps paused slightly, the frost and snow in his palm dimmed for a moment, his sword eyebrows raised, the north wind galloped between his eyebrows and eyes, and he invited Frost to perch, his voice was cold and cold.

"Go quickly!"

The extreme fear made Xie Meng's mind go blank, and the picture of Yongzhou last year and another picture appeared one after another in his mind, and finally overlapped slowly.

With red eyes, he roared at Jiang Jingyun, "Hurry up and leave now! Stay away from me and Qinghe! Go! Jiang Jingyun, I don't want to see you!"

Memories hidden in the depths of my mind emerged like fragments.

In a small town on the southwest border five years ago, Xie Yan was stuffed in a chicken coop full of chicken manure by a group of dudes.

They snatched away the yellow dog that had been with them for many years, tied it to a tree trunk and hit it with stones, the yellow dog howled in pain.

Xie Fan also yelled in a hurry, not caring about wiping the chicken manure on his body, choked up and said: "Please let Ah Huang go, he is already old and cannot withstand tossing, if this continues, he will die! I don't want to Well, it's my fault, I shouldn't talk nonsense!"

The dudes ignored Ah Huang's miserable cry and laughed even more arrogantly.

Xie Yan looked at Ah Huang who was struggling with blood all over his face and tried to retreat, but he was tied up by a rope, so he couldn't go there, he could only let himself be beaten and scolded.

Ah Huang fell to the ground dying, looked at Xie Yan with teary eyes, his body twitched violently, groaned in pain from time to time, and finally died.

"Ah Huang──!" Xie Wen snarled angrily as he knelt in the cramped chicken coop with his eyes wide open.

The tears hanging from the corners of the eyes suddenly reflected the light of the fire, and the dandies even frantically roasted Ah Huang!

While roasting Ah Huang, they threw stones into the chicken coop, bullying Xie Fan as if they were bullying Ah Huang, laughing heartily from time to time.

They even maliciously stuffed Ah Huang's meat and chicken manure into Xie Fan's mouth, but Xie Fan refused to eat it, so they dragged him out of the coop and beat him.

"Have you had enough?" An unhappy male voice sounded.

The leading dandy followed the prestige, and the impatience on his face disappeared when he touched the gleaming long sword in the man's hand.

The man was wearing a water-green gown, with a clear and handsome face, like a hibiscus coming out of water, without any carvings.

He seems to be a friendly person, but those eyes are as clear as glass, but there is a cold killing intent,

The dude is a typical bully and fears the hard, and after putting down a few harsh words, he left resentfully.

Xie Fan staggered to Ah Huang's side, hugged it tremblingly, like a desperate little beast, whimpered in despair and murmured indistinctly: "Mother, Ah Huang is dead too, It also left me, my body hurts, am I going to die too? In that case, can I go to see you? "

"I'm going down, Shen Qinghe, I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Shen Qinghe walked slowly in front of him, and cupped his hands.

Xie Fan raised his head upon hearing this, and looked at Shen Qinghe sobbingly: "I don't know you."

"I was ordered to come and pick up His Highness back to the palace." Shen Qinghe's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, as if the gentle spring breeze was blowing through the flowers, bringing in strands of fragrance, "Sorry, I'm late."

"Is it true?" Xie Fan couldn't believe it. He had been thinking about going back for ten years, and he was found out several times when he sneaked away, so he finally gave up thinking about it.

"Your Highness is originally a nobleman, so you should go back." Shen Qinghe said.

"Then why didn't you come sooner..." Xie Fan had a sore nose, looked down at Ah Huang who was scorched in his arms, curled up, and couldn't help complaining unreasonably, "If it was earlier, it wouldn't have to die."

Shen Qinghe stood aside, quietly listening to Xie Fan venting his emotions.After he had cried enough, he handed him a silk handkerchief to wipe away the tears on his face, and buried Ah Huang with him, telling various short stories from time to time to divert his attention.

Later, in Yihua Palace, Xie Fan was punished because he couldn't keep up with his homework, and starved for three days and three nights.

Shen Qinghe sneaked over the wall to bring him food, but was finally caught and suffered fifty sticks. Lying on the bed bloody and bloody, she still smiled and said to him: "Xiao Wen is still growing, I can't be hungry, just a mere Fifty sticks is really nothing, it just looks scary."

But at that time Shen Qinghe had to lie on the bed for ten days before recovering.

Last year, the flood in Yongzhou requested reinforcements from the imperial court. In the past, when serious disasters occurred, the imperial court would send princes there in order to appease the hearts of the people.

Xie Chen, who was always jumping around, kept silent, there were not many heirs of Emperor Tai'an, and there were only two adult princes in Qingqiu.

In addition to the floods and riots in Yongzhou, due to the government's previous inaction, they have become hostile to the imperial court.Regardless of whether the matter can be resolved in the end, there will be a lot of hardships in the middle.

Shen Qinghe stood up filled with righteous indignation, her eyes lingered between several officials, and finally fell on Xie Chen, and said bluntly: "On weekdays, trivial matters can cause quarrels, and they are vying to get the Third Highness to do it. A certain thought that there was only one prince, His Royal Highness, participating in politics in the court!"

"Did you just think of His Highness the Crown Prince today?" Shen Qinghe sneered, "Why? Dirty work that others don't care about

It's really a good plan to push it on the prince! "

At that time, Shen Qinghe, who had just served in Yushitai, was demoted because of this matter, but Shen Qinghe never took it to heart, and even accompanied Xie Fan to Yongzhou, until finally disappeared before her eyes.

"Go away! Never appear in front of us again! I don't want to see you!"

Xie Yan yelled at Jiang Jingyun like a madman, tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably, sobbing uncontrollably, "I don't want to see you, get out of here quickly! Do you understand what people say?"

As Xie Yan spoke, his palms were filled with spiritual power, and he slapped Jiang Jingyun without hesitation, one palm after another, one palm after another...

The luster in Jiang Jingyun's phoenix eyes suddenly disappeared like a disturbed firefly. The dazedness and sadness hidden under the eyelashes took advantage of the master's inattention, and lightly climbed up the curly eyelashes, making the eye sockets sour and annoying. There was a burst of crimson at the end of the eyes, like freshly made Kodan, thick and gorgeous mixed with astringency.

He opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but he was caught off guard by these violent palm winds, and in the wave behind him, cold water ruthlessly penetrated into his nose, his clothes, and... the Qiankun bag.

He subconsciously protected the Qiankun bag at his waist, and wanted to activate the barrier to stabilize his floating figure, but he didn't feel the familiar spiritual flow.

Jiang Jingyun's eyes were dark, three points of astonishment flashed across his eyes, seven points of anger, he withdrew his hand angrily, his thin lips were tightly pressed, rolling up and down with the rushing water like a dragon column, watching the crazy running towards Shen Qinghe's thanks.

That kind of unhesitating, warm and sincere, is more energetic than a moth to a flame.

The redness that stayed at the end of the eyes for a long time and refused to go away was finally wiped away by the ruthless cold water, and she was unwilling to radiate her remaining warmth.

The throat was invaded by the cunningly intruded water, and the mixed sand and stone sang freely in the soft and fragile throat, leaving only bitterness and stinging pain.

Jiang Jingyun's Adam's apple twitched with difficulty, and just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw Hu Luwa, who had been in the bottom line, suddenly appear behind Xie Yan, and a strange magic spell rose from his palm.

He suddenly turned his head to meet Jiang Jingyun's eyes, pulled out a ghostly evil smile, and then went straight to hit Xie Nan on the back.

Jiang Jingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried to use his spiritual power to summon Frost Snow again.

In an instant, a menacing silver light rose from the ground, stronger than the street performers, constantly changing various colors, stronger or weaker, dazzling people, like a spirit snake, shuttling between the waves.

All the silver light gradually converged into a long and thin silver whip, which was violently whipped and slashed towards the ground. The spray of the sun is shining and shining in the sun.

And Jiang Jingyun was like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down.

Frost and snow with lustrous luster, the whole body was plated with a layer of sparkling gold armor, soaring a snake riding the fog, shuttled directly behind Xie Fan with the momentum of a long rainbow penetrating the sun, imitating the fish flicking its tail, rolling up Hu Luwa and throwing it away violently However, just after being touched by frost and snow, Hu Luwa turned into a ball of white light in an instant, and purple flowers swayed in it.

It is the art of twisting flowers.

The sky suddenly became red, and a huge thing similar to a square tripod was suspended in the center, and countless red lights poured down from it, as if the explosion of fireworks suddenly exploded, and it was like a red lotus blooming at the mouth of hell. In the faint charm, there is also the mournful sorrow of ghosts.

This is... Nanke Yimeng!

The night rain falls on the cold window, and the mountain wind chases away.The yellow and white purple python yarn is now Nankemeng.

Nanke Yimeng is an illusion created by relying on nightmare techniques!

It relies on devouring the cultivation of the person entering the formation to continuously strengthen its own formation, and can fabricate various things according to the fear deep in the person's heart, until the person's spiritual power is exhausted and he dies.

As long as the trapped person remains calm, it can be resolved.

Jiang Jingyun's breathing was slightly stagnant, he stood up tremblingly with his hands on the ground, opened his throat, and shouted at Xie Fan who was running in front of him, "Xie Fan! Stop! Don't run away!"

Xie Fan didn't realize it, his eyes fixed on Shen Qinghe who was close at hand, but he couldn't run away no matter what.

"Qinghe!" Xie Fan stretched out his hand several times to grab in the air, brushed the air with his fingers, but couldn't grab anything, despair and fear spread wantonly.Heartbroken, he yelled hysterically.

"Qinghe, look at me! Look at me! I can't catch you! Wake up quickly, okay? Let's go home, we won't be here anymore!"

Xie Yan didn't notice what was going on, tripped over the stones at his feet, fell to his knees with a plop, his palm was cut by a sharp stone, and the bright red bloodstains grabbed the sky full of red light, and he might be able to summon a fierce ghost in the next moment.

Ever since Xie Yan was thrown into the water, Jiang Jingyun could clearly feel that his spiritual power in the illusion was affected.The originally abundant spiritual power was like water in the palm of the hand, slowly draining out along the fingers.

It's no accident that his eyelids droop...

"Thank you!" Xie Fan ran forward, Jiang Jingyun was chasing after him, but Xie Fan's speed was too fast, he couldn't catch up, so he had to use up all his remaining spiritual power to push Shuangxue to push Xie Fan away. tied up.

Xie Wen, who was suddenly suspended in the air, was like a beast that was driven to a desperate situation, grinning his teeth, waving his thick claws at the enemy, and roaring angrily: "Jiang Jingyun, let go of me!"

"Jiang Jingyun, did you hear that! Let me go!"

Jiang Jingyun leaned weakly on a boulder, his breathing became more and more difficult, his eyelids became heavy, his consciousness gradually left the cage, and the voice of Xie Fan in his ears was so close that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Wait a little longer." Jiang Jingyun took out a short blade from his waist, gritted his silver teeth, restrained his trembling hands due to extreme fatigue, and slashed hard at his legs.

One cut is not enough for two cuts.

Two knives are not enough for three, four knives...

Jiang Jingyun slashed six times on his leg, if it wasn't for the short blade falling two or three feet away from him with a clang because of his unsteady hand, it would be difficult to pick it up again, so he had to give up.

After going down six times, Jiang Jingyun finally found a bit of clarity, fixedly looked at Xie Han, his thin lips moved weakly: "Don't be afraid, me."

"Qinghe!" Xie Wen's canthus cracked, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the red and purple blood vessels in his neck tightly entangled it like a spider's thread.

The barrier around Shen Qinghe disappeared instantly, and the sky became even redder. The flood that had been crushed by frost and snow was like a dormant beast in the jungle, waiting for an opportunity to come out.Just like the grassland after the east wind passes through, the grass grows and warblers fly in an instant, and it is full of vitality again.

The comeback flood turned into a fierce tiger at a speed visible to the naked eye, opened its bloody maw, and pierced all good things mercilessly with its slender and sharp fangs.

It stands majesticly at the forefront, utters an earth-shattering roar, and leads its own army of thousands of horses to do harm to the world with dignity.

Shen Qinghe, who had just fallen into the water, instantly became the tiger's meal, and her thin body floated up and down with the rushing water. In the end, she only caught a glimpse of her black and smooth black hair, slowly smudged and floating like ink dripping into the water. .

"Jiang Jingyun──!" Xie Fan's voice was hoarse due to anger, and he stared at Jiang Jingyun, "Do you want him to die to be willing?"

"Twice is not enough for one time? What a ruthless and cold-blooded person you are! How has Qinghe ever threatened you at all?"

"Damn! Let me go!" Xie Fan angrily wanted to break free from Shuangxue's shackles, but no matter how hard she struggled, Shuangxue remained motionless, but the light flowing around her was even stronger, and the ties became tighter.

Seeing this, Jiang Jingyun's heart jumped violently, and he tried to recall Shuangxue with a tactic in his hand, but the familiar spiritual flow was like a stone thrown into a lake, never returning.

Lingwu recognizes the master, and can only be summoned when feeling the master's spiritual flow.Therefore, when the master's spiritual power is exhausted, he cannot be summoned by him, but will become restless because he cannot feel the master's breath.

Confused and flustered in her phoenix eyes, Jiang Jingyun remained silent and looked at Xie Yan dully.

Seeing that Shen Qinghe went into the sea like a mud cow and never returned, and it was hard to find his trace on the water, Xie Fan met Jiang Jingyun's gaze with tearful eyes, and begged humbly: "Jiang Jingyun, King Jing, please, let go of me." Okay? Qinghe is still in the water, I'm going to save him."

"Please, let me go."

Jiang Jingyun's lips opened and closed, and the sharp blade across his throat cut all the words that should have been spoken.

There was a strange noise in the air, and the square tripod suddenly exploded, and the sky was filled with red light like the broken string of beads, or like artillery fire flying on the battlefield, wrapped in bright colors, but what it brought was boundless silence and despair. Pain.

A cold and misty voice sounded at the right time: "Lanzhou has nowhere to go, Fengyue sleeps forever."

Jiang Jingyun suddenly realized that all this was aimed at him.