Emperor Ying Ping endured the gazes from all directions, and his face remained in a good state of mind.
Do whatever it takes to do whatever it takes, you can live well if you can play tricks.
Back then, the Sword Emperor was a brilliant person, but as a result, there are no shadows left now.
Emperor Xu chose to give up his daughter and continue to fight, but this man was cruel.
Rong Hua, who was hanging on the flagpole, swayed, her face turned pale with fright. She sniffed and didn't cry.
"Emperor, my son is afraid." Rong Hua said in a trembling voice.
The childish voice made many people unbearable, especially the people on Rong Guo's side. The anger and hatred in their eyes could almost burn the people of Bei Zhao.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes and didn't look at the girl, she said in a vague tone: "Don't be afraid, if something happens to you, someone will always accompany you."
Rong Hua pursed her lips and said, "The condition of the minister there is to let Uncle Xiao accompany him."
The name Uncle Xiao made everyone at a loss, wondering who the child was talking about.
Emperor Ying Ping's face turned blue, and he said solemnly, "As expected of Emperor Xu's cub, he doesn't know how high the sky is at a young age."
When Emperor Ying Ping said this, everyone reacted, and the 'Uncle Xiao' in Rong Hua's mouth was referring to him.
The Northern Zhao royal family's surname is Xiao, there is nothing wrong with that.
Rong Xian looked at Emperor Yingping in surprise, her eyes were sincere, and she had a strong thirst for knowledge: "Since Emperor Zhao is so old, can Emperor Zhao tell me how high the sky is and how thick the ground is?"
Emperor Ying Ping was suddenly choked back, how could he figure out how vast and vast the world is.
He felt that Emperor Xu was deliberately attacking him.
Emperor Ying Ping sneered and said, "You can try your best."
A golden light flashed in his eyes, and the dragon who was entrenched on the flagpole raised his head. The dragon's roar just sounded, and a clanging sword sounded, as if it resounded in the depths of everyone's soul.
The dazzling and cold sword light spreads out a road between heaven and earth. The pure and inexhaustible sword light is like pure good and evil, black and white.
The inadvertently diffused powerful sword energy captured people's minds, and in a trance, there was a kind of thought of benevolence and benevolence even after dying under such a luxurious swordsmanship.
'Ang~' Jin Long let out a painful moan, which made everyone wake up with a jolt.
Their backs were soaked in cold sweat, and involuntarily looked up at Jinlong.
However, he saw a little bit of black blood spilled on the ground, turning into pure energy and dissipating.
There was a cyan light sword exuding green light stuck in the belly of the golden dragon, and the golden dragon struggled and roared before dissipating abruptly.
The blue light sword turned into a stream of light, flew to Fu Yuhuang's side, turned into a hairpin, and pinned it in her bun.
Emperor Ying Ping's face turned pale, and his straight waist also bent down.
He refrained from falling down, and stabbed his gaze at the person who injured his avatar.
On the flagpole, a woman in a white robe was holding Rong Guo's little princess tightly in her arms. The familiarity and intimacy between the two made people startled.
The woman was holding a jar of wine in the hands of her wife. Her brows were free and unrestrained, and a smile was on her lips. Three points of cynicism, three points of indifference, and the rest is just wanton in everything.
Such people are destined to be watched.
Fu Yuhuang, who had been staying in the dark without attracting anyone's attention, finally made his move.
"Fu! Yu! Huang!" Emperor Ying Ping's teeth were bleeding.
Fu Yuhuang looked down at Emperor Ying Ping, and she did not hide the disgust on her face. She raised her chin slightly and took Emperor Ying Ping's hateful remarks for granted as a greeting, and replied, "Yes."
Just one word, like a kindness, made Emperor Ying Ping want to turn into Jackie Chan and scratch her face with a paw.
Emperor Ying Ping was so angry that he vomited blood, and felt that everyone in the Rong family was such an angry ghost.
Thinking about it now, the Sword Emperor, who couldn't hold back a single fart with a stick and drew his sword to face each other when he disagreed, was still the best one to get along with.
At least not depressed after playing cool, but Xu Di's family is different, they just have the ability to move their mouths and hurt you seriously.
And the stinking virtue of the choking people, it is also a blessing that Rongguo can bear them.
"Have the people of the Rong family practiced the dojo to their heart's content?" Emperor Ying Ping sneered strangely.
Rong Xian curled the corners of her lips and said regretfully, "I also want to practice with my mouth, and then the world will be peaceful just by moving my mouth. How magnificent!"
Emperor Yingping and others: Ha ha.
It was only now that Rong Hua seemed to have recovered from her panic. She clapped her hands and shouted happily, "Emperor Mother, my son is fine."
She glanced at Emperor Yingping hesitantly, and said hesitantly, "I don't need Uncle Xiao to accompany my son."
Fu Yuhuang smiled indiscriminately and said, "It's better if he doesn't need to accompany him. He's so ugly, how can he stand by Hu'er's side."
Emperor Ying Ping was so angry that another mouthful of blood spurted out, feeling that his body was even worse.
Rong Hua covered her face shyly: "Auntie!"
Fu Yuhuang hugged the child in a flash and landed on the city wall in the distance.
She and Rong Xian both had a touch of regret in their eyes, and felt that sometimes this world is not a good thing.
When Emperor Yingping was half-dead, he always provided him with strength, and it was useless to make her angry.
In regret, Rong Xian raised her hand slightly, with a solemn and powerful tone, low and cold: "Attack."
Emperor Ying Ping's face turned blue and white: "Okay, since Emperor Xu insists on doing his own thing, I will accompany him to the end."
The golden dragon of luck, which is guarding the sky above the county governor's mansion, turned and looked majestic and cold: "Beat the drum, challenge the battle."
'Boom boom boom! 'The dull drums sounded fast.
Li Yunhu, who was beside Rong Xian, had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He shouted loudly, "Revenge formation, kill."
He rushed up with a sword in hand, and the five hundred soldiers behind him also rushed forward with a howl.
As for how 500 people can outnumber 30,000 people in a county, that's not what they care about.
They only know how to obey orders, and they die on the battlefield, and they die properly.
Moreover, they believed that Your Majesty would not let them die in vain.
The curtain of battle was opened, and Rong Xian stood in the midst of the bloody and bloody shouting, and the tranquility between her brows slowly disappeared.
The faint dark vortex in his eyes is surging, as if the beast that has been trapped for a long time is taking this opportunity to struggle out of the cage.
At this moment, an arrow flew towards Rong Xian like lightning, carrying a fierce wind and powerful pressure.
Rong Xian tilted her head slightly, the arrow brushed across her cheek and flew past, raising her ink hair with a piercing whistling sound and a sonic boom that pierced the air.
Under the suppression of the army's blood evil spirit, the battle has little to do with the level of cultivation.
There were bursts of shouting and killing, the smell of blood was pungent, and people lay down on the ground all the time and couldn't get up again.
"Your Majesty, you are injured!" Li Yunhu inadvertently looked in His Majesty's direction when he was attacking, his face changed.
He hurriedly flew to His Majesty's side and protected her without leakage.
In Li Yunhu's heart, His Majesty is a weak chicken.
Even if His Majesty is famous on the list, His Majesty's appearance and temperament are too harmless, and it is impossible for people to associate her with the strong gods.
Li Yunhu: Your Majesty is timid and weak, and I have to protect the general and launch an attack (-ω)▄︻┻┳══━One
(End of this chapter)