"What, Ma Xin, the Forbidden Army of the Northern Yamen, is asking to see you?"
Empress Wu frowned in the brass mirror, raised her hand after pondering for a moment, and the maid who was combing her hair immediately stopped carefully.
"I'm grooming, I don't see anyone for now, go ask him what's important."
The eunuch retreated in small steps, and everyone in Shouchang Palace held their breath, except for the chirping of the parrot outside the window. Before half a cup of tea, the eunuch stepped forward on tiptoe again, bowed carefully and said: "Reporting to the queen, Ma Xin said that Commander Xie was summoned by His Majesty to speak in the palace early in the morning, and he went alone..."
Before the words fell to the ground, there was a loud bang, and Empress Wu suddenly jumped up: "What did you say?!"
As soon as the eunuch's legs went limp, everyone knelt down on a conditioned reflex, only to listen to Empress Wu yelling: "Idiot! Why do you say such a thing now?! Come on!"
Empress Wu didn't even comb her hair, she strode out of the palace gate, and shouted: "Put it on the Yang Palace!"
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Clang—
The swords and soldiers in Shangyang Palace rang, and then the masonry cracked and the stone screen collapsed. Xie Yun shot out from the debris falling like a torrential rain.
Jing Ling didn't return with one hook, and the other hook swept across, its force engulfed a thousand weights, even if it was a person made of steel and iron, it would turn into blood mud on the spot after being hit by such a hook. However, the tone Xie Yun mentioned was so long that he jumped up with the support of his toes on the huge hook, as if he was frightened by a dragon and a phoenix. With one hand, he grabbed the spine of the soul-snatching hook.
——Xie Yun's hands are slender, fair, with distinct knuckles. Anyone who looks at them will feel that they are a pair of pampered and gentle hands.
However, this hand is vaguely shrouded in a layer of black light, which is not obvious under the empty and dark visual conditions of the main hall, but Jing Ling immediately recognized it: "... see the dragon in the field?"
Jing Ling immediately hooked back and staggered, and the two huge blades, which were half the height of a person, flickered coldly. In the blink of an eye, Xie Yun had missed the opportunity, and instantly passed Jing Ling close to him!
In an instant faster than lightning, the distance between the two of them was so close that as long as Jing Ling raised his hand, the deadly hook could cut Xie Yun's entire back from behind.
However, this didn't happen. Xie Yun pressed Jingling's five fingers on Jingling's left arm, and the next moment his whole body moved several feet away!
"Although the senior is old..." Jing Ling slammed the soul hook on the ground with a bang, and the thousand-jin black iron immediately smashed the gold bricks into radial cracks. , I thought you had been emptied by sex and money."
Xie Yun landed on his toes, then stood up firmly, suppressing the heavy panting in his chest.
What hollowed him out was not his lust, but the layers of old wounds accumulated over the years, and the frequent opening of seals in his early years.
From Xie Yun's appearance, it can't be seen that he has extremely strong external skills, but this does not give him any advantage when fighting Jing Ling. On the contrary, Jing Ling's young and strong physical fitness is enough to defeat him in close combat. to death. What gave Xie Yun a glimmer of life was what he had been given by countless life and death over the years—experience and instinct.
Jing Ling also saw this.
"Yunshi," Jing Ling said indifferently, raised the soul-capturing hook amidst the terrifying sound of metal friction, and pointed at Xie Yun from a distance: "You won't last long, just admit defeat."
Xie Yun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the blade was already in front of his eyelashes, and even his temple hair was blown up by the hurricane.
Immediately afterwards, in the light of the stone fire, Xie Yun's figure disappeared in place like a ghost, and at the same time Ling Kong appeared beside Jing Ling!
If the scene is frozen, all the chaotic changes happened at the same moment—
Xie Yun stretched out his hand imbued with all the inner strength, pointing at Jing Ling's left arm; Jing Ling's left hook was too late to retract, and the right hook had already swept across Xie Yun's chest; He knocked himself over, and was sitting on the ground slumped, groping blankly for the hidden compartment in the armrest of the seat behind him, and then grabbed something.
next moment.
Jing Ling's left arm was sore for no reason, and at the same time, the Soul Seizing Hook in his right hand mercilessly slashed across Xie Yun's chest.
boom!
Xie Yun hit the wall with his back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and a shallow knife mark half an arm's length had been drawn on his chest. Blood gushed out from under the skin, staining a large area of his clothes red.
"You lost," Jing Ling clenched her hooks, "Yunshi."
Not far away, Yin Kaiyang had a strange expression, his knife-like thin lips were slightly tight, looking from the side, the basalt tattoo seemed to be given life, and suddenly there was a light that was about to move on his neck and even his shoulders.
On the ground behind him where no one was paying attention, the emperor trembled, took something out of the hidden compartment and held it in his hand.
Bang, bang, bang. Following Jing Ling's footsteps, the soul-snatching hook smashed down on the ground, and the fine stones exploded and splashed, and then lifted up to point forward. Xie Yun lifted his head exhaustedly, and wiped the blood from his lips with his fingers.
"It's over." Jing Ling said coldly, and slammed his head and face with a horizontal knife!
The god of death was reflected in the depths of Xie Yun's pupils, and just before the landslide and the ground cracked, Jing Ling's left arm suddenly sank, and his internal strength was like a punctured airbag, and he was drawn from the point where Xie Yun pointed three times just now!
The accident came unexpectedly.
Jing Ling didn't even have time to make a sound, and the extremely heavy soul-snatching hook was already out of his hand; Xie Yunyi stepped forward, and caught the hook handle firmly from below in a flash, without fear of the hook point still facing him, he turned his backhand horizontally beautifully Spin!
The timing, angles, and fronts of soldiers intertwined, it was a moment of perfection.
Xie Yun's waist bends back like a willow in the wind, his upper body is almost parallel to the ground, and the soul-snatching hook swirls past in front of his eyelashes; then, with the help of the huge force generated when he turned his wrist, the blade, carrying the force of collapsing mountains and seas, horizontally Sweeping towards Jing Ling on the opposite side!
The look of astonishment on Jing Ling's face hadn't disappeared yet, and he raised the soul hook with his right hand, but it was too late.
The snowy light on the tip of the hook was shining, and it stopped right in front of his eyebrows!
All the scenes were suddenly frozen, as if the power of ghosts and gods stopped time.
In the cold light, Xie Yun's face was as clear as ice, and he said clearly, "Not yet."
There was a hum, and the light sound of the bow and arrow leaving the string came from far away.
Everyone present heard it, but no one had time to stop it. The passage of time was slowed down to the limit, and the crossbow arrow flashed a poisonous blue, tearing the air in full view, bringing up a line of black blood on Xie Yun's arm, and then sank into the wall brick with a slamming sound.
The emperor shivered and put down the crossbow.
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"Thanks… "
"Xie Yun..."
Endless darkness enveloped the entire space, and Shan Chao staggered forward, unable to remember how many times he fell down, and he couldn't even feel the severe burning pain all over his body.
Suddenly there was the sound of rushing water in the distance, followed by scenes gradually emerging from the darkness. It was a long river with an invisible origin and end. The winding cable bridge on the river led to the opposite bank, and fiery red flowers were blooming in the dark depths.
A thin figure standing on the bridge, wearing a light fur white shirt with winding belt, walked slowly to the opposite bank.
Shan Chao rushed forward, and then slammed into the invisible barrier, yelling in pain: "Xie Yun! Stop!"
The figure stood still and turned around.
Xie Yun looked very young, the same as Shan Chao's childhood memory in the depths of the desert, white clothes like snow, black hair like waterfalls, beautiful face like a girl, and there seemed to be a slight blush on his cheeks.
Panting, Shan Chao stretched out his hand in despair:
"Don't leave me, I was wrong, please come back..."
Xie Yun pursed his lips and smiled at him.
There was nothing artificial or mean in that smile, on the contrary it was very calm, even a little gentle and shy.
Then he raised his hand and waved, as if saying goodbye helplessly at the end of the journey.
At that moment Shan Chao finally realized something, unprecedented pain and fear crawled all over his body: "Don't go, Xie Yun!"
"return!"
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"General?!" "General!"
Shan Chao sat up straight, almost fell out of bed, and was suddenly supported by a group of people in a hurry. The deputy general's voice was the loudest in the chaos: "Mr. Lang! Our general is awake, come and see..."
"Where is Xie Yun?"
The lieutenant almost jumped up, but Shan Chao grabbed him, his eyes were bloodshot: "Where's Xie Yun?!"
"Commander Xie..." The lieutenant was puzzled and said shyly, "Commander Xie should... have gone to the palace..."
"Enter the palace?!"
"Well, His Majesty summoned Commander Xie to the palace to face the saint." The deputy general thought for a while, and added two words: "Alone."
— Shan Chao's face turned pale.
There were exclamations from all around, and I saw Shan Chao turning over and staying on the bed, ignoring everyone's obstruction, stumbled out the door, grabbed the reins of the horse in front of the hall, got on the horse and shouted: "Drive!"
"What is the general going to do?!" The soldiers rushed out in a swarm, looking at each other in shock: "Wait! General!"
The black horse has galloped away like an arrow off the string, and only Shan Chao hissed in the billowing dust and smoke: "Open—the door—"
The guards guarding the gate were stunned and hurried forward. The vermilion gate of King Yong's Biefu, which had been sealed for many days, finally opened under the gray sky.
Immediately afterwards, the black divine steed turned into lightning and rushed down over the high threshold!
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bang!
The door of Shangyang Palace opened wide, and the light poured in. The emperor, Jing Ling, and Yin Kaiyang turned their heads at the same time, only to see a large group of black crows swept into the hall like a tide, catching Xie Yunruan in a thousandth of a second body of.
"Ming, Chong, Yan." Yin Kaiyang said softly.
Xie Yun let go of his hand, and the Soul Seizing Hook fell to the ground with a bang, and was immediately lifted up by the black crow circling, and flew out of the palace gate amidst the sound of countless flapping wings.
"Stop!" Jing Ling subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but as soon as he lifted his footsteps, he felt a huge force pressing on his shoulders from the air, forcibly blocking his steps, Yin Kaiyang said coldly: "Let them go."
The emperor, however, got strength from nowhere, forced himself to get up from the ground, staggered and rushed out, shouting loudly: "Come on!"
The guards who were stunned by the vision in the distance finally came back to their senses, and saw the emperor standing in the wind, with a sickly scarlet on his gray and feeble face: "The commander of the imperial army, Xie Yun, committed a rebellion, and he is ordered to be arrested and beheaded on the spot." kill!"
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The black crow turned into a green shirt and feather fan, Ming Chongyan, supported Xie Yun, and hurried forward along the path shaded by the bushes.
"Stop...stop," Xie Yun struggled, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, panting violently, and pushed back the sleeves of his robe.
Ming Chongyan's face changed in horror, but Xie Yun's weak gaze was irresistible. After a while, he had no choice but to pull out the gleaming dagger from his back and hand it over tremblingly.
Xie Yun touched his arm with the dagger, and saw that the skin pierced by the crossbow arrow was purple and black, and the toxin spread all the way, and it had already climbed up his shoulder. It was useless.
"Jiao Da Shen," Xie Yun let out a breath, threw the dagger back, and said with a smile: "It seems that you miscalculated your fate again."
When the golden dragon ascended to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, it was the time when Qinglong died—Ming Chongyan was speechless, only feeling a certain kind of dull pain in his throat, the pain made every word hoarse and unsteady: "Commander Xie, I... "
Xie Yun waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, leaning against the rockery, his face was as pale as snow, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. He closed his eyes and took a breath for a while, as if he was trying to accumulate the little energy left. After a while, he finally pleaded softly, "...I want to..."
"Go to Prince Yong's Mansion again..."
Ming Chongyan was immediately moved!
There were guards running and yelling from outside the garden. It seemed that someone was chasing him, and the barking dogs came from far and near.
"... No, forget it." Xie Yun changed his mind, showing a tired and self-deprecating wry smile, and said, "Mr. Ming, you can go."
This is the first time he called Mr. Ming without any ridicule or ridicule. He listened carefully, and there seemed to be some kind of gratitude, but for some reason, every word was like a handful of tiny needle points, piercing the nerve endings back and forth, causing pain. Deming Chongyan gritted his teeth.
"Who's there!"
"Come on, search for me!"
In an instant, Ming Chongyan seemed to have made up his mind, and hurriedly said: "I can't be seen here." Immediately afterwards, he turned into countless black crows, rolled up Xie Yun's limp body, and rushed forward go!
"Over there!"
"Hurry up! Don't let them go!"
Roaring came one after another, the guards stopped to draw their bows one after another, feathered arrows shot from all directions!
Among the crows, Xie Yun lifted his eyes feebly, and the rapidly approaching arrows were reflected in his pupils.
-Just at this time.
boom!
The black warhorse divine soldier descended from the sky, causing a cloud of dust and smoke when it landed, and then raised its front hooves high; Shan Chao clamped the horse's belly with his knees, hugged Xie Yun by the waist with one hand, and drew his sword out of its sheath with the other hand, the golden dragon whistled loudly Thoroughly!
All the changes happened in the blink of an eye, and the sword energy turned into a furious dragon, dragging its silver tail flames, madly rushing towards the surrounding feather arrows, turning them all into dust!
With a muffled bang, the mountain shook, and the horse's front hooves stomped heavily on the ground. With trembling hands, Shan Chao gently wiped away the half-dried black blood on Xie Yun's chin.
"Look at me, Xie Yun..." His voice was obviously gentle, but it was strangely shrill and hoarse because of excessive choking: "I'm here, Xie Yun, open your eyes and look at me..."