However, this question stuck in his throat, and Murongci wanted to know if that bastard Yuwen Zhantian had defiled Ah Ci
While he wouldn't mind it, he had to figure it out.
Murong Ci asked dully: "If he defiled me, what would you do?"
"I'll smash his body to pieces and blow his bones to ashes." He almost gritted his teeth with a murderous look.
"Do you care so much?" she asked "disheartened".
"You lied to me, didn't he do anything to you, didn't you?" He was delighted and anxious, almost driven crazy.
If she was really defiled by Yuwen Zhantian, she wouldn't ask such a question.
She nodded, and Murong Yu hugged her tightly again, smiling ecstatically.
Murong Ci sighed secretly, men always care about women's reputation.
Suddenly, he pressed his eyebrows slightly, let go of her, and listened intently with a heavy expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"A lot of people came galloping. They should be chasing soldiers."
He immediately ordered his subordinates to gallop forward, and then put her on the steed, "Go quickly"
After resting for a while, Yuwen Zhantian came after him. They should be riding a divine steed with strong feet, otherwise they would not have caught up so quickly.
They set off hastily, Murong Yu whipped the horse fiercely, but the horse couldn't run anymore, its legs were very slow.
The pursuers roared past them, horseshoes shook the sky, and smoke billowed.
What surprised Murong Ci was that Yuwen Zhantian guessed that they had changed their ways.
Three hundred horsemen surrounded them in the center, she looked over, Yuwen Zhantian was sitting on the steed, his cold gaze shot towards her, as if he wanted to shoot her right away. The steed moved restlessly, but gradually calmed down under the comfort of his big hand.
Seeing her sitting side by side with Murong Yu on the steed, Yuwen Zhantian felt so glaring.
Sure enough, he guessed right, Murong Yu secretly followed Ah Ci to the Great Qin Kingdom. He should be wearing a human skin mask to hide the truth.
Otherwise, Emperor Father would never let him return to Beiyan Kingdom safely
"Yesterday, I received a tip that the crown prince of the Nanyue Kingdom was assassinated on the way back home." Yuwen Zhantian said in a deep voice, "The crown prince of the Nanyue Kingdom unfortunately died on the way to escape. It is really pitiful."
"Oh, really, I don't know who did it." Murong Yu was slightly surprised, "If the emperor of Nanyue knew who killed Prince Yue, he would definitely not let it go."
He naturally knew about it, and he sent those "assassins". They will leave a corner of the token of the prince's mansion of the West Qin Kingdom, and will leave a living victim, so that the survivor can report back to the Nanyue Kingdom, so that the emperor of the Nanyue Kingdom will know who killed the Yue Crown Prince.
Yuwen Zhantian robbed his Aci, and he did this only as a small repayment.
Murong Yu was surprised that the crown prince of Nanyue Kingdom had been killed.
Yuwen Zhantian said: "The emperor of Nanyue Kingdom will definitely investigate to the end. I want to see what happens to the person who assassinated Prince Yue."
"You will definitely see it." Murong Yu said brightly.
"A Ci, come back with me." Yuwen Zhantian stared at her with fiery eyes.
"My home country is Dayan, and if I want to go back, I will go back to Dayan." Murong Ci sneered, "Don't daydream."
"Yuwen Zhantian, even if you have a lot of people, so what?" Murong Yu raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "Is it your ability to bully the few with the more?"
"A Ci, think about our future, think about the future of Dayan and Daqin, perhaps in twenty years, you and I will become the greatest and most honored emperors in China." Yuwen Zhantian's dark blue handsome eyes flashed The excited, burning light outlined a grand, beautiful, and luxuriant blueprint for her prosperity, "You and I, regardless of size, are listed as two saints and handle state affairs together. The pen will record our achievements and reputation, you must think about it carefully."
"You have lofty aspirations. Without me, I would never be with someone with a vicious and treacherous mind like you." Murong Ci said coldly, his attitude as firm as iron.
"A Ci, your decision today is too hasty, you will regret it." His eyes were full of anger, the whites of his eyes turned up, extremely ferocious and frightening.
"A Ci will always be my king's. If you dare to covet her, you can compete with me." Murong Yu's stern snowy face was filled with a murderous aura.
"Murong Yu, since you want to die, I will help you."
Yuwen Zhantian roared loudly, and rushed up to the sky, at the same time, Murong Yu also went straight into the sky, and disappeared instantly.
The two small figures in the mid-air each occupied one side, with both palms out, hitting each other with vigor.
At this time, the sky was already bright, and a round of red sun appeared, and the morning glow covered the entire east, with red light and majestic atmosphere.
They competed with each other while flying down, and waves of internal energy rushed towards each other like a flood, like a stormy sea, swallowing the sky and the sun.
The sky and the earth trembled, the air fluctuated and oscillated, and the surrounding fields were so bewildered and boundless, it was breathtaking.
The morning glow was reflected on Murong Ci's small face, and she was shining red. She watched the battle intently, her fists clenched tightly.
Although Yuwen Zhantian's martial arts came from Xiaoyao Palace, Murong Yu can definitely defeat him
They landed slowly on the ground, duels of internal forces, waves of rage
The super-strong air current caused by the ebb and flow created a turbulent wave, and their cloaks swelled up, flying like black flames.
Her heart was surging, this should be the ultimate state of Murong Yu and Yuwen Zhantian's inner power cultivation.
This realm is enough to make the sky dim and the earth dark, and the sun and the moon darken.
Both sides watched the battle nervously, hoping that the master would defeat the opponent.
Yuwen Zhantian's handsome face was cold and sinister, with a murderous look; the same was true for Murong Yu, his facial features were shaved, his murderous look was like a cold wind, and he was leaping like a flying dragon.
Suddenly, Yuwen Zhantian's body trembled, blood gushed out from his mouth, and his internal strength could not be sustained.
This opportunity is very rare, Murong Yu shot it with all his strength, and the air wave rushed away like a huge wave.
Yuwen Zhantian was hit straight and fell three feet away.
Murong Ci was overjoyed, walked up to Murong Yu and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
He shook his head, pursing his thin lips.
Although he won, Yuwen Zhantian's internal strength should not be underestimated. He also suffered some internal injuries, but he just suppressed it so that the opponent would not notice it.
"The one who takes Murong Yu's head will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold. The one who captures Murong Ci will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold."
Yuwen Zhantian stood up slowly, clutching his chest, and ordered sharply.
The reward is so generous and the opportunity is so rare, how could the three hundred elites miss them in vain
Seventy people from Murong Yu's side fought immediately, and the two sides fell into a fierce melee.
Yuwen Zhantian slowed down, walked over quickly, drew out the sword at his waist, wiped off the blood on his lips, his eyes were fierce and decisive, "I haven't lost yet"
Murong Yu also drew out the soft sword energy from his waist, his eyes were dark and wild, "Then I will let you be convinced that I will lose, and you will stand aside."
Murong Ci took a few steps back, frowning worriedly.
Yuwen Zhantian charged forward with his sword held high, the tip of the sword pierced the opponent's chest, like a cold poisonous snake staring at its prey.
Murong Yu fought brazenly, and with a clang sound, the sharp blades of both sides violently collided with silver swords.
Not long after, the two had passed more than twenty strokes.
The move is fatal and dangerous everywhere. A little carelessness is the end of death.
Murong Ci could tell that most of Yuwen Zhantian's moves were light and vicious, while Murong Yu's moves were both hard and soft, winning ever-changing, changing body shape and plundering afterimages, which were dazzling and hard to guard against.
And the fierce battle between the two sides is the hot moment. Although Murong Yu's subordinates are all elites with one against ten, but that is when the opponent's combat effectiveness is relatively low. Apparently, Yuwen Zhantian also brought elites with superb skills, and the two sides fought extremely fiercely. There was more and more blood on the ground, more and more corpses, and more and more severed limbs.
If four people besiege one person, it's no wonder our side has a chance of winning.
Anxious, she drew out the soft sword at her waist to kill. Although she only had 50% of her internal strength, she could kill one by one.
When Murong Yu saw her killing, he tensed up, worried that she would be captured by the enemy.
Just when he was distracted, the opponent's sword pointed straight from the side, sharp and sinister.
When Murong Yu noticed it, he dodged immediately. Although his body was quick, the point of the sword was too close, and he couldn't dodge it completely, and his left arm was cut.
Yuwen Zhantian raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and shouted sharply: "Murong Yu, take your life!"
Whether public or private, Murong Yu should die
Murong Yu counterattacked furiously, concentrating his energy on the soft sword, the sword traveled around the dragon, the flying dragon jumped, pierced the opponent's heart, and the afterimage flew past like a gust of wind.
Over there, Murong Ci killed two enemies in a row, fighting more and more bravely, his face and robe were stained with blood.
However, the opponent has a large number of people, and their skills are quite powerful, and there are fewer and fewer people on our side, although the opponent's people also fell to the ground one after another.
When there was only one person left to fight bloody, she became red-eyed, bursting out with terrifying power, and bravely killed the enemy.
"My lord, let's go"
the man shouted hoarsely.
Murong Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung the sword with all his internal energy, and the majestic sword energy rushed away like a raging tide.
Yuwen Zhantian flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground.
Murong Yu flew over quickly, grabbed Murong Ci's wrist and flew onto a steed, then shouted to the subordinate: "Get on the horse!"
"My lord, let's go"
The subordinate gritted his teeth and held on, blocking seven or eight people from the opponent with his own strength, and shouted tragically.
Murong Ci sat in front, sad in his heart, Murong Yu was sad in his heart, gritted his teeth, swung his whip and urged the horse decisively, and galloped forward.
Several sharp swords pierced through the flesh and blood of the subordinate. He opened his eyes wide and fell slowly to the ground.
Yuwen Zhantian was seriously injured, and struggled for a long time before getting up, watching Murong Yu take A Ci away, watching the love of this life away from him
"Your Highness, do you want to chase?" the subordinate asked.
"If you chase after death, you must chase after him," Yuwen Zhantian roared hoarsely.
"But, Your Highness, you were seriously injured," the subordinate said worriedly.
Yuwen Zhantian wanted to get on his horse, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.