A few days ago, the last summer heat remained on this continent, and the first autumn rain hadn't had time to fall yet. Only in the morning and evening, the wind under the dim sun has a bit of autumnal air, swinging and blowing between the hills, wild forests and fields.
The autumn wind gradually made me sad, and at that time, Fan Xian didn't feel too sad. He was sitting in the long black motorcade, and with the ups and downs of the carriage, sleepiness was brewing. This sleep was fake sleep, he just Close your eyes, let go of your mind, and let the two zhenqi in your body, which are completely different in nature, secretly warm and nourish and flow in the upper and lower cycles.
Tianyi's natural qi method was transported in the middle of last week. It is gentle and pure, and he has to read it. But his real reliance, that powerful and domineering zhenqi, travels everywhere in his body, strengthening his body and hammering his body. His mind.
The content of the pamphlet that Si Gu Jian gave him when he was dying was also firmly memorized in Fan Xian's mind. On his way back to Beijing on the way west, while he continued to hone his own cultivation, he also tried to continue According to Xuan Miao's words in that pamphlet, let go of your mind and sense the possible and unnecessary fluctuations in vitality in the void around you. Maybe it's because of the exhaustion of the journey, or maybe there are too many auras of heaven and earth gathered by the East China Sea, so Fan Xian didn't make much progress along the way. But it is much faster.
Every day he doesn't meditate, every moment he doesn't practice hard, this is probably the real reason why Fan Xian can have today's strength and status, right? A gust of wind blew into the curtain of the carriage, causing him to squint his eyes slightly. For some reason, his heart trembled a little, and he felt a chill. He seemed to feel that there was something going on in the world, something destined to affect him was about to happen.
What will happen? He squinted his eyes and looked at the drowsy mountains and fields outside, slowly dissipating the accumulation of true energy in his body, and retracted his mind from the surroundings. The matter of Dongyi City was basically settled. My father left Shijia Village and went back to Danzhou. There was peace in the capital, and that old cripple Chen Pingping should have embarked on the journey home. Everything went according to what Fan Xian hoped for. There is a beautiful road ahead, but why do you have that ominous feeling
Those delicate and good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly. After leaving Dongyi City, the only thing that made Fan Xian feel a little strange was the sniping along the road by these rebels in Dongyi City. They came to assassinate the powerful ministers of the Qing Kingdom, but Fan Xian's defenses were too strong, and the eldest prince even sent a team of thousands of people as guards. The attack continued for several days, but the rebels left their bodies and threw them away. The hot blood will slump and dissipate.
What made Fan Xian vigilant was that his route back to Beijing from Dongyi City was very secret. Even if someone found out in Dongyi City, to deploy these sniper formations along the way would require a very powerful intelligence system as support.
His heart skipped a beat, and he came to an extremely cold conclusion that someone inside the Overwatch Council was sending information to the rebels who belonged to Dongyi City! And this matter started after he planned to leave Dongyi City.
It seems... some forces in the capital wanted to prevent him from returning to the capital. More precisely, what those forces wanted was to delay Fan Xian's return to the capital. What will happen in Kyoto? What matter has something to do with me, but the other party is determined not to let me rush back to Kyoto before the matter is over? Fan Xian's eyes turned cold, and his body also turned cold. Subconsciously, he tightened the thin cloak around his body.
There are only two people who can cause problems within the Overwatch Council, one is His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is Chen Pingping. There are only these two people who want to delay their return to Beijing. They are the only ones who can do this. It is obvious that what happened in the capital must be related to the emperor Laozi and Chen Pingping.
Fan Xian withdrew his eyes from the scenery outside the car window and was silent for a moment, then made up his mind driven by strong worries, and told Mu Feng'er who was immediately beside the car: "Change formation, open the way with a front, Don't delay with those people along the way, and rush back to Yanjing as quickly as possible."
Mu Feng'er was startled, and thought to herself that if she rushed all the way back to the border, many more people would die, and the disadvantage of speed would be damage. He glanced at Mr. Fan, knowing that he must have smelled something strange, so he was in a hurry to return to the capital, and he didn't dare to ask, so he quickly issued an order to advance at full speed to the long return team. .
The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, and the sound of cars was like iron. Just like this, they galloped on the road from Dongyi City to Qing Kingdom.
However, within half an hour, the entire team suddenly slowed down, and warning arrows sounded ahead. These days, the team escorting Mr. Fan has been used to the ubiquitous sneak attacks and ambushes, so it doesn't shake much. However, today's warning arrow is a bit weird, it only rang once and then stopped. The front and back kept yelling loudly: "Safe!"
The Overwatch Council shouted for safety in a very short and quick voice, because they were afraid that their colleagues behind would accidentally injure the person who came to send the message... The person who sent the message was so fast that the defense force of the entire convoy could only look at the waist plate , too late to make any reaction.
"Safety!" When the last voice sounded beside Fan Xian's black carriage, a pale gray figure flew obliquely to the side of the carriage like a bolt of lightning. It's astounding that the speed of movement is about the same as that of the subordinates of the Overwatch Council.
As the leader of the Qi Nian team's personal guards beside Fan Xian, Mu Feng'er held the handle of the knife vigilantly and looked at the dusty Overwatch Council official who had just landed beside the carriage with a haggard face. The official's face looked very unfamiliar, so Mu Feng'er didn't dare to be careless, but when he saw the waist plate that the official had been holding high with his right hand, his heart was shocked, and he didn't stop this person from getting on the bus.
The Overwatch Council official, whose clothes were so ragged that he didn't look good, got into the carriage where Fan Xian was, knelt down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Dean Chen returned to Beijing, and he doesn't know if he's alive or dead!"
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When the figure of the official appeared beside the carriage, Fan Xian's eyes lit up and became brighter, because he saw who the official with such agility was, and the other party was himself. I have missed him for several years, my closest subordinate in previous years.
"Old Wangtou..." Watching the official enter the carriage, the light in Fan Xian's eyes gradually brightened and turned into joy. He laughed loudly, and then the laughter stopped abruptly because he heard what Wang Qinian said. .
The bright and happy eyes in Fan Xian's eyes quickly condensed and turned into a ball of scorching ice. It was terribly cold and terribly hot. He asked directly, "Where did you come back from and when?"
Wang Qinian's chest heaved rapidly. One of the Overwatch Council's wings, he came obliquely towards the northeast from not far outside Dazhou city. When he finally saw Fan Xian, he was almost unable to hold on anymore, but he knew that the question Fan Xian asked at this time involved when the old dean would be able to arrive in the capital and how much time Fan Xian still had, so he was straightforward. said the answer.
Fan Xian sat silently on the chair, closed his eyes, and then opened them. He had already calculated in his mind the approximate date when Chen Pingping would be escorted back to Beijing, and the time he would need to rush back to Yanjing from this place, and then back to the capital.
Can't catch up? The cold fire in Fan Xian's eyes became more and more intense. He looked at Wang Qinian who was kneeling in front of him, and said nothing. The joy of reuniting after a long absence was overshadowed by a strong resentment. Chen Pingping's return home guards were arranged by Fan Xian himself. Under the watchful eye of the Overwatch Council, how could it be possible for her to be captured by the emperor Lao Tzu again!
Fan Xian couldn't imagine at this time that what happened in Dazhou was just that Chen Pingping wanted to go back to Beijing, and he wanted to go back and ask His Majesty the Emperor a few words.
Time was running out, as if a mountain fire had already burned his eyebrows, Fan Xian said to Mu Feng'er by the car window with a cold face, "The whole team returns to Dongyi and tells His Highness that unless there is a letter written by me, never come back."
It only took a moment from knowing that Chen Pingping was returning to the capital to Fan Xian issuing the first order. Fan Xian's first priority was to deal with the problem of this brigade, and then he had to prevent the soldiers from being overwhelmed in Dongyi City at this time. Wan's eldest prince, will there be any problems
After issuing the order, the people below will naturally be responsible for carrying it out. Fan Xian will not say a word. He took out a bag of clear water from the grille of the luxurious black carriage and tied it around his waist, then stood up, Take a deep breath.
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The black carriage suddenly disintegrated, and the wooden wall directly in front of it that was not covered with steel plates was shattered into pieces in an instant. A black figure swept out of the carriage like a black bolt of lightning, tapped the horse's head with its toes, and stabbed obliquely. Li shot out towards the front, and there was a splitting sound in the air.
Fan Xian cherished every minute and every second. The domineering qi in his body had been raised to its peak state, and the spells he had just learned helped his body become more like a bird in the air. Taking advantage of the flow of air, he moved forward rapidly, turning his figure into a black shadow.
Like a flash of lightning, it stepped on the heads of the officials of the Overwatch Council, flew away, and arrived at the front of the team in an instant. This was probably the ultimate speed that Fan Xian could display.
In the middle of the air, he kicked the general sent by the First Prince off his horse, snatched the best horse in the team, and then with a spontaneous swipe of his finger, a clean steel needle pierced the horse. On the neck of the war horse, he took off the mop mouth of the war horse with a flick of his finger, and fed an ephedra pill. Hei Qi's horsepower stimulation technique was magically displayed by him in this extremely short period of time.
Fan Xian, who was standing on the horse, let out a muffled snort, and the steed sped out like an arrow, out of the main force, and instantly became a small black spot on the official road, and disappeared from everyone's sight in just a few hours. between.
Everyone stared at this scene dumbfounded. While shocked by the young man's extraordinary cultivation, they were also extremely puzzled. What happened in front of him made the young man so anxious!
Mu Feng'er got Fan Xian's order, but she was very puzzled by this order. Why did people like herself return to Dongyi City again? He subconsciously took a look into the carriage, and he had already guessed who the strange official with the highest rank badge of the Qi Nian group was. Lord Wang Qinian was also a legend in the Overwatch Council, and Mu Feng'er wanted to learn from his He knew from his mouth what had happened in the capital, but when he opened the wooden board, he found... Mr. Wang Qinian had exhausted his physical strength to the extreme, and passed out in the cabin.
From Dazhou to this place, it only took two days, which is beyond the speed that human beings can achieve, but Wang Qinian did it.
Mu Feng'er looked at this scene in shock and fear, and subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction where Lord Fan disappeared, vaguely guessing that this was probably a relay race, perhaps, it was a race against death.
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The cold and strong autumn wind whizzed like a knife and hit Fan Xian's face. The cold fire in his eyes had faded, but there was a heart-pounding calm. He knew what he needed, what the old lame man in Kyoto needed, was time, just time. Although he couldn't understand, and he didn't need to understand, why everything seemed to be developing in a perfect direction, and suddenly there was a sharp turn in Dazhou. He only knew that if the old cripple returned to Kyoto, it must be for the sake of For that matter, the old lame man died.
Time, still time, just time, the urgency scorched Fan Xian's heart like a mountain fire, and washed his heart like fine sand in an hourglass. The hooves of the horses under him were like treading clouds, and their breath was like thunder. Under the stimulation of the medicine, they maintained the fastest speed and galloped on the official road between the mountains and forests. .
For the whole night, Fan Xian never got off his horse, never slowed down, and did not make any unnecessary movements except for the water pouch at his waist to replenish some water for him and the horse. It is a long way to go to Guanshan, and it will take time and energy to reach Kyoto.
The sky had just dawned, and the great city of Yanjing was in front of us. It took only one night to rush back to the border of the Qing Kingdom. Fan Xian was already desperate, and his speed was unbelievably fast. The rebel army ambushed on the road had no way of reacting. They could only look at the smoke and dust all the way, and a black horse galloped away bravely and lonely.
Fan Xian should cherish every second of time, so of course he will not enter Yanjing City, no matter whether Yanjing has received any secret orders from the Emperor Lao Tzu, he will not take this risk, let alone delay any time here. At the first moment when Xiongcheng came into view, he hooked one foot on the stirrup, took out the command arrow from his bosom, pointed his palm directly at the sky.
With a bang, a beautiful firework pierced through the quiet morning outside Yanjing Xiongcheng, the faint moon hook in the distance was suppressed by this firework, and the rising sun in the east had no time to chase this trace dying light.
Most of the people in Yanjing City were still sleeping soundly, but after all, it was the Great City of Northern Qi and Dongyi that was about to be closed. The soldiers defending the city reacted very quickly, and immediately sounded the warning gongs and drums in the turrets at the top of the city. In an instant, the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty gathered in the city, holding their weapons tightly, watching the horse and the man on the horse rushing from afar.
When Fan Xian drove close to Xiongcheng of Yanjing, he could clearly see the morning light reflected from the weapons in the hands of the soldiers on the city, but there was no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. He just pulled the reins vigorously, He forcibly changed his direction during the quick walk, followed the direction of the old and thick city wall of Yanjing City, and then headed east.
The guarding soldiers on the city watched this scene dumbfounded.
Immediately after, there was a sound of killing horseshoes as densely as thunder, and there was a commotion in the temporary camp outside Yanjing City. When Fan Xian turned to the east, the five hundred cavalry in black armor in that camp had also moved. After getting ready to attack, he slanted out of the camp and met Fan Xian outside the east gate of Yanjing City.
Five hundred black riders, who were preparing to welcome Fan Xian back to the capital within the borders of the Qing Kingdom, saw the arrow symbolizing the most urgent order of the Overwatch Council in the early morning, reacted in the shortest time, and picked up Fan Xian. idle.
Fan Xian's speed didn't slow down, and he merged with the black torrent. He was no longer seen alone, and there was only a sweeping momentum like a dark cloud.
Without any order, without any words, Fan Xian lightened his body, abandoned his horse that had been galloping all night, and floated to the horse of the deputy commander of the black cavalry beside him, and the deputy commander had already grabbed another vacant horse. on the horse.
Changing horses was always done at a very high speed, without any hindrance, and the black knight's horse riding skills were unparalleled in the world, and it really wasn't a false rumor. The black knights looked at the anxious and indifferent face of the dean, and no one asked any questions. They knew that something serious must have happened, so they followed Fan Xian's arrow silently and fiercely, and rushed towards the eastern plain.
With a cry of mourning, the horse that accompanied Fan Xian all night foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground and raised smoke and dust, his legs twitched slightly, and died from exhaustion. In just an instant, five hundred black riders disappeared on the plain below Yanjing City, leaving only this war horse and a cloud of smoke and dust behind.
The defenders of Yanjing City stared at the miraculous scene in front of them, speechless for a long time. Of course they knew how powerful the black cavalry was, but after seeing it with their own eyes today, they were still too shocked to speak, especially the last one. Who was the knight who came alone earlier
When Wang Zhikun, the commander-in-chief of Yanjing, learned what happened in the early morning, his eyes were worried, and he ordered the whole army to be on alert, blocking the border between Qing Kingdom and Northern Qi Dongyi. The little father-in-law who led the black horse to rush wildly across the city had already left the confines of Yanjing City and embarked on the real road to return to the capital.
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Crossing states and states all the way, encountering obstacles all the way, not chatting with any state or county officials, and treating any laws about army mobilization in the Qing Law as nonsense, the powerful 500 black riders were in front of Fan Xian's Under the leadership, rushed to Kyoto with the fastest speed.
This had already happened several days later, and during these few days, the five hundred black riders galloped wildly. I don't know how many officials and people were frightened. I don't know what kind of legends will be left in the history of Qing Kingdom. Heiqi Qianli's surprise attack is the best in the world. However, in the past, this iron-clad Nether team was only for the benefit of the Qing Kingdom and His Majesty the Emperor, and bravely killed outside the border. On the fertile fields of the country.
In the autumn rain, Liting outside the capital suddenly trembled. A group of cavalry, as black as iron and as dark clouds, roared past, shaking up dust and fallen leaves.
The capital was just around the corner, and Fan Xian, who was in the middle of the black horse, had reached the most difficult moment of exhaustion. He did not sleep for days and nights, did not eat, and only relied on clear water to support his fatigue. Only the cold fire in his eyes was burning. Stimulating his bodily functions, kept him from falling down.
He wants to rush back, he wants to stop everything that is going to happen.
"You have to wait for me." Fan Xian's black official uniform was covered with a layer of sand, his face was covered with loess, even his eyelashes were covered with a layer, his lips were dry, and his pupils were frighteningly bright. It rained yesterday, which made this group of black cavalry look extremely embarrassed. Even with the ability of the black cavalry, in such a large raid across the belly of Qing Kingdom, some people still couldn't keep up with Fan Xian's speed and fell behind. Come.
If Fan Xian hadn't fully exploded his powerful cultivation, he would not be able to support such a terrifying speed at all. And in the rain yesterday, finally some horses couldn't hold on any longer, no matter how hard they used, they couldn't move forward, and Fan Xian changed ten horses in the black cavalry, but couldn't find another horse to change. So he robbed a caravan on the official road and took thirty horses.
At this time, there were more than 20 black knights beside Fan Xian, but such a small team made the entire suburb of Kyoto tremble, as if an irresistible army was approaching Qing. heart of the country.
The black rider came to Linjing and went straight to the Zhengyang Gate of Kyoto. At this time, the gates of the capital city were closed tightly, and all the defensive forces had been upgraded to the highest level. The soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Division and the cavalry guarding the capital were watching everything outside the capital solemnly. However, these dozens of black knights came too fast, too decisively, so fast that the defenders in Kyoto couldn't even react, so they arrived at Zhengyangmen.
When they were about fifty feet away from Zhengyang Gate, Fan Xian wiped the filthy rainwater off his face, and without slowing down, he yelled at the generals on Zhengyang Gate, "Open the gate! I'm Fan Xian! "
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Master Xiao Fan is back! The faces of the generals and officials on the top of the city turned pale. Of course they knew what they were doing in front of the imperial palace in Kyoto today, but these generals were ordered to guard the city, and the palace was worried whether the Overwatch Council would be involved in the court For the rest of the forces, no one ever thought that... Master Xiao Fan would suddenly appear under the Zhengyang Gate in Kyoto! Whether it was His Majesty the Emperor Qing who suppressed his fury with indifference, or Chen Pingping who tried every means to prevent Fan Xian from returning to the capital, they would never have thought that Fan Xian would rush back to the capital today!
The last time the Qing court knew about Fan Xian, Fan Xian was still far outside the border, on his way back to Kyoto from Dongyi City, even if he flew, he might not be able to make it back in time. However... to everyone's disbelief, Fan Xian rushed back unexpectedly!
"Defend the city gate! The crossbowmen are ready!" The commander of Zhengyangmen was the first to react. The order he accepted was to close the city gate of Kyoto today and strictly prohibit entry and exit. He looked at the two men who were getting closer and closer with a trembling voice. More than a dozen black cavalry, as if looking at the thousands of troops about to attack the city, gave orders with pale faces.
Even if Master Xiao Fan rushed back, but today, especially today, he cannot be allowed to enter the capital!
"Master Fan, today..." The commander of Zhengyangmen wanted to explain something to Fan Xian who was on the horse, but Fan Xian had no time to listen to his explanation. After scanning, he saw those sergeants waiting in battle. His heart tightened, knowing that he was desperately rushing back to the capital, but he might still be too late.
Immediately, two flashes of coldness burst out in Fan Xian's eyes, and he stared fixedly at the officers and soldiers on the top of the wall, only to make them all look back timidly.
The black knights were getting closer and closer to the city gate. Fan Xian raised his right hand, and then slashed down vigorously. Behind him, more than twenty black knights formed a triangle formation, slowed down their speed, and kept within the range of the bow and arrow at the top of the city. outside.
The people on the city wall of the capital felt relieved. Although the 20 or so black knights were imposing, of course it was impossible for these people to break through the city wall. But if they really faced the black knights head-on, who knew what would happen in the future? As long as these black knights stopped and stopped attacking, it would be excellent.
However, Fan Xian did not slow down, he was still sprinting in the direction of Zhengyangmen.
The twenty or so black knights behind him calmly took out the crossbows behind them!
With a burst of dense sounds, the crossbow was suddenly fired, and the hook was shot towards the top of the city. With a jingle, it firmly held the green bricks on the city wall! Dozens of black hooks, like nets, turned into a bridge above and below the city wall, a bridge spanning life and death!
These are the three hooks that were developed many years ago. When Fan Xian was sent to the Northern Qi Dynasty, the court advised him to use them. However, Fan Xian had his own life-saving trick, so he didn't use it. But today, he must save all his time. To forcibly break through the city wall, Fan Xian was already prepared.
He rode alone to the Zhengyang Gate. As the autumn rain above his head condensed slightly, those black hooks flashed across the sky like countless shadows. His zhenqi was impetuous, and the domineering zhenqi was released suddenly. He stepped on the horse's back, and relying on the subtle induction with the surrounding air flow, he flew straight up, with a bang, like thunder.
Like a big black bird, flying higher and higher before the gloomy city gate of Kyoto.
"Cut the cable! Cut the cable!" the leader of the Zhengyang Gate shouted hoarsely. He didn't dare to let the officers and soldiers shoot arrows at the black and charming figure, because he didn't know if he would be killed by His Majesty the Emperor after killing Mr. Fan. All the doors were copied and chopped.
The commander of the Zhengyang Gate was apprehensive, but Fan Xian wasn't apprehensive at all. He let out a yell, and forcibly lifted the true energy in his body. When he put his fingertips on the black hook, his whole body floated up like a cloud of black smoke. Along the hook rope, towards the high city wall!
One hook was cut off, and another one was cut off. When more than a dozen hooks were all cut off by the soldiers of the Thirteenth City Gate Division, Fan Xian, who was covered in dust and exhausted, had already reached the city gate. A stern light flashed, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword that he had been carrying behind him was unsheathed!
A sword tip pierced the throat of the commander of Zhengyangmen, the blood rushed back suddenly, and the commander collapsed to the ground.
Fan Xian swept past his body like a gust of wind, and at the cost of three shallow wounds on his body, broke through the defense of the mighty Qing army on the city wall, flew down the long stone steps, and the sword flashed again, killing three people immediately , grabbed a horse, clamped his legs, and ran along the straight road towards the palace.
Quick, all of this can only be described as fast, faster than when I was dodging the five bamboo sticks on the cliff in Danzhou, faster than when I broke into the palace and violently restrained the queen mother. From the moment he got the news, until he entered the capital now, every minute and every second of the days and nights, Fan Xian had already exerted abilities beyond his own realm, and the fear in his heart made him stronger and colder than ever before.
The blood was on his sword, on his body, he didn't move at all, he felt unprecedented fear and panic in his heart, looking at the situation in Kyoto, he was afraid that that person... the person who should wait for him, could not wait for him up.
"You have to wait for me." Fan Xian repeated in his heart, letting the autumn rain hit his dusty face, and galloped madly towards the palace.
The palace is approaching, the autumn rain is heavy, there are not many pedestrians on the street, where are the people gathered? Fan Xian was a little dazed, thinking with some fear, then he heard bursts of applause, and then he heard silence, deathly silence.
People in the capital couldn't hear the silence, only Fan Xian could hear it, and he heard it with great fear. The people in Kyoto only heard the sound of horseshoes in silence.
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People just heard the sound of horseshoes in the silence, and then saw the black knight rushing over like lightning, saw the tattered and dirty black official uniform in the autumn rain, and saw the solemn and murderous face of the man on the horse .
The people watching the execution in the square in front of the palace suddenly became agitated. Exclamations and screams sounded almost at the same time, and the fluctuations behind the crowd were extremely chaotic. It is unknown how many people were trampled and injured.
Because that lonely rider didn't slow down at all, but rushed towards the dense crowd in cold blood!
Those who could dodge dodged, and those who couldn't dodge were knocked away by horses. In the autumn rain, passers-by with horseshoes were abnormally cold-blooded.
Under the fear of death, the sea of people parted a big gap, desperately squeezed to the side, and gave way to the cavalry for a passage leading directly to the small court under the palace.
The imperial army encircled them, with spears like a forest, pointing directly at the horse.
Fan Xian flew up silently, crossed the forest of guns, he was in the air, the sword was already in his hand, he cut horizontally like lightning, hecked several times, slashed several long swords, and knocked down several inner court guards , and his people have already swept over the execution field.
No matter what actions he made, Fan Xian's eyes kept looking at the small wooden platform, at the dying old man tied to the wooden frame, bloody and dying. Fan Xian's eyes became more and more indifferent and resentful, and then he heard the strong wind blowing from all around.
Countless sackclothed shadows swept up, turning around in the autumn rain like flying flowers, blocking all of Fan Xian's paths.
Fan Xian did not retreat, did not evade, received three palms on his chest and back, and his sword also pierced viciously into the face of a man in sackcloth, and pierced viciously through his eyelids, blood It burst out at the same time as the eyelids and mixed in the rain.
He yelled wildly, and slapped the palm of his left hand horizontally, full of domineering intent, only heard the slight crack of the wrist bone, and the sackclothed man on the left was shaken so that his five sense organs bled, and he fell to the ground slumped. With a snap, Fan Xian's feet finally stood on the wet small wooden platform. However, he also paid a great price. The injuries in his body exploded suddenly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, he ignored it and just stared blankly at the old man on the wooden frame, the old man who had been cut countless times, the old man who was exposed to the eyes of all people and accepted endless humiliation.
With just one glance, Fan Xian knew that he was coming back late, and he had no way to let the other party continue to live. His withered lips were slightly parted, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.
The autumn rain fell and swept over the wooden platform, the old and the young, and there was a dead silence all around. All the forbidden soldiers, inner court masters and powerful ascetic monks in the Qing Temple tightly surrounded the wooden platform. Suppressed by Fan Xian's powerful killing intent and desperate tactics, everyone's bodies were a little stiff, and no one was able to move.
Fan Xian walked forward with great difficulty, pulled off the rope, hugged Chen Pingping's thin body in his arms, took off his black official uniform of the Overwatch Council, which was full of mud and holes, and covered him.
Chen Pingping opened her eyes with great difficulty. Those old, muddy and scattered eyes shone with an extremely pure light, like a child—the old man curled up in Fan Xian's arms like a child, seeming a little afraid of the cold .
"I'm late." Fan Xian hugged the emaciated body, feeling the warmth of the old man slowly passing away, and said dryly, his heart was filled with unprecedented frustration, despair and...sadness.