However, no matter what Yun Ling thinks, the white-hot situation at this moment is a foregone conclusion. Sheng Qi has given it a go, and Sheng Jing is even less likely to let the tiger go back to the mountain. This is an absolute contest!
So when Sheng Qi urged the magic sword with his last internal force, Sheng Jing also moved. But seeing the latter drew his sword from horseback, it was a golden sword! Yun Ling recognized that it was the sword of the emperor representing the majesty of the emperor, and it would appear in Sheng Jing's hands at this time, which only meant that he already had absolute rights, which must have been granted by the emperor who was already sick.
But Shengjing drawing the sword does not mean that he has to fight alone with Sheng Qi. Instead, he took the golden sword as the command, and the three armies stood up to make dumplings to encircle the formation, attacking at an increasingly fierce speed!
However, Sheng Qi did not directly meet the enemy, but returned to Yun Ling for the first time after fusing the magic sword.
"Is it okay?" Yun Ling subconsciously clasped Sheng Qi's wrist, she took his pulse, and found that everything was normal, so she felt a little relieved.
"Don't worry, I will let Chang Feng and Mo Ye send you back to the barracks first." Sheng Qi held Yun Ling's hand, he was a little overwhelmed this time, he was worried that something might happen to her here.
"I'm fine, I'll stay here and wait for you to go together." Yun Ling clasped Sheng Qi's palm with his backhand, raised his eyes and looked at his dark eyes.
"Ling'er." Sheng Qi's eyebrows were slightly raised, only that Yun Ling seemed a little different, but he couldn't tell the difference.
But Qiu Qingfeng saw this: "Ling'er, what King Li said is reasonable, you should go back to the barracks first, so he won't have to be distracted."
Yun Ling heard that Qingdai twisted slightly, but Sheng Qi already said, "Go, it's the same when going back to the barracks."
"Well, Chang Feng stays, and Mo Ye can send me." Yun Ling was no longer obsessed, but promised readily.
Hearing this, Sheng Qi was relieved, and subconsciously hugged the little man to his chest. He grasped her head with his hand, pressed a little tightly, and then quickly released it, turning back and returning to the battle.
"Let's go." Qiu Qingfeng knew the situation was critical, but he only showed up to take Yun Ling away, and didn't want to mix too much.
Yun Ling raised his eyes to see clearly that Qiu Qingfeng's dress that concealed the appearance of the bright moon after the darkness had faded away. She knew that he could not blatantly support them. As Dasheng's No. 1 firm, Qiu's Villa needs loyalty to the royal family orthodoxy.
"Let's go." Qiu Qingfeng saw Yun Ling looking at him, his eyes clearly resting on his veil. But he couldn't solve it, because he represented the young owner of Qiu's Villa. As an emperor merchant, Qiu's Villa has long sleeves and good dancers, and will never offend anyone who might become an emperor, let alone blatantly offend anyone who is still in the throne.
"Yeah." Yun Ling retracted his gaze, his eyes did not stay on the field either, but by their arrangement, he seemed to leave the scene quickly.
At that time, Sheng Jing had seen this scene, but he was not in a hurry. Because in his opinion, the biggest obstacle in his life is Sheng Qi, and as long as the latter is killed, the rest will not be a problem, and Yun Ling is even more in his bag.
At the same time, the city of Kyoto is even more bloody. King Chong led his soldiers to strangle the ministers on the list provided by Shengjing in the name of Sheng Qi.
The dark night is darkening step by step, and the smell of blood is rich in layers. Even ordinary people couldn't rest. They heard the sound of iron hoofs passing by the window, and they smelled more and more bloody smell. They have no idea whether they can spend tonight safely, because everyone understands the reason why the fire at the gate of the city has caused the pond fish.
According to historical records, this night's mutiny was called the Xihuamen Incident. It was an unprecedented power struggle. The First World War basically eliminated the intricate forces in Kyoto City. From then on, there was only one way left for Jingwei and no other way out.
The most critical factor in this incident was that after Sheng Qi merged with the Heart of the Devil Sword, he cut and killed almost like a god and Buddha! In that hour that Yun Ling was fighting for him, the number of three parties he killed by himself was tens of thousands, not an exaggeration!
The remaining two or three hundred shadow guards, and those gray warlocks who had to work hard. Under Sheng Qi's leadership, like a poisonous arrow, burrowing into a three-way army will pass through the rice field like a locust, sweeping away a piece of it!
Had it not been for Shengjing to convene several times as many people as Shengqi's side, he would have been defeated and escaped. However, under the suppression of the number and the formation, they have an advantage all the way.
And as Sheng Qi no longer has the inside to infuse the secret order, the gray warlocks will also be suspected of treachery. Especially with Mr. Evil as the leader, he is simply a disobedient person. Just waiting for Sheng Qi's secret order to expire, he can do whatever he wants.
Chang Feng is also a sensible person. After seeing the gray-clothed warlock's gradually languid behavior, he guessed some doorways. He was very worried about Sheng Qi's surroundings. After the latter had killed a group of people, he couldn't help but approached and eagerly said, "The prince will fight and retreat. Belonging to and breaking the queen."
"Do you think you can go?" Sheng Qi didn't say much, just this sentence, let Chang Feng see the reality clearly! The three layers of dumpling skins in front of them are indeed not something they can break through.
"The prince—" Chang Feng frowned, only feeling that this is not the way to go.
Sheng Qi didn't change his face, still taking the lead in killing. He secretly calculated the time in his heart, there is still a quarter of an hour, and after a quarter of an hour, he can no longer fight like this.
At this time, Sheng Jing had already rode his horse to Sheng Qi, and he saw that the latter was definitely the end of the battle.
With Sheng Jing's arrival, the three military horses gave way for him to let him face Sheng Qike.
In this way, Sheng Jing sat on the tall horse, a bright yellow prince armor, and that shiny helmet, all of which showed the majesty of the emperor. Let people know that this person is by no means a vulgar one.
Sheng Qi held a blue sword, and wisps of blue light wandered around on his body. What he is borrowing now is the strength of Qingjian, he himself has no internal strength at all.
Chang Feng guarded Sheng Qi's right, staring at Sheng Jing warily. I believe that as long as the latter moves, he will surely stand up!
"You don't have much time, I could have waited for you to be completely powerless to catch you again. But you said that if I personally killed you, would this battle be more successful? The world will know that you are Li Wang Shengqi, in the legend The god of war, died under the sword of the prince." Sheng Jing held the sword of the emperor, and the look of contemptuousness could capture the aura of heaven and earth.
Changfeng listened and wanted to scold shamelessly! This is clearly the opportunity to choose the weakest, but still strong. In this way, the prince will win, and can step on the name of the prince to achieve the goal of skyrocketing prestige!
"Just try." Sheng Qi's answer was lukewarm but enough to stimulate Sheng Jing. For a moment, the latter felt like a child playing with mud, holding a pile of mud and attempting to fight a warrior with a sword in his hand, as ridiculous.
Because Sheng Qi's answer and look in his eyes clearly showed such a meaning. Seeing that in Chang Feng's heart was a cool one, and the rest of the shadow guards who were watching were also admired. What is meant by a soldier who is not fighting, this is it! No matter how arrogant you are, no matter how much capital you have. The prince of their family can choke the opponent's main general to death with a single word!