Chapter 95: Two-sleeved snake fights Su Wang, and one sword makes a great road. Shu Xi, who is broken and can hardly cover her body, came in a hurry. She seemed to have her eyes red in the reed marsh, and knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: “Your Highness, the sword formation of Master Wei broke the wooden armor, but Lu Qiantang was shattered by the explosion of the corpse in the fire armor, and she was about to die.”
Xu Fengnian just said lightly, picked up the blue bird and walked towards the carriage. Shu Xiu looked desolate and looked sad. Among the three entourages who were appointed by the Great Pillar Kingdom, Lu Qiantang was undoubtedly the most respected by His Royal Highness. At this time, he was about to die like a lamp, and there was no words of comfort. Shu Xiu thought she was already quite mean, but compared to this young man who was expected to inherit the new Northern Liang King in the future, she was just in line with the saying that the little witch in southern Xinjiang was almost the same as the big witch. For a moment, she almost had the idea of taking the opportunity to escape. She just thought of the iron-blooded skills of the Dazhu Kingdom, Shu Xiu smiled sadly. It is a misfortune to be born in the imperial family, and to be a slave to the royal family who is not as good as a dog. Shu Xi has been competing for fame and status with Lu Qiantang, the East Yue swordsman, in a bid to stand out among the three. Lu Qiantang was only given by the prince’s eyes. Shu Xi felt a little sad at this moment, and silently returned to the reed marsh to see Lu Qiantang for the last time.
Jiang Ni and Yu Youwei freed up the carriage, and the old sword god raised his sword and used the sword to save people. Li Chungang saw Xu Fengnian sitting aside and said annoyedly, “I’m glaring here and going out. Your Highness, the curtain of the battle has just fallen, so I hide here. What kind of morality is it.”
After Xu Fengnian got off the car, he looked around for a week. The official road was already in a ravine and was ruined. In a death battle, Daji Ning Emei and Fengziying Captain Yuan Meng were both seriously injured, and Qingqi killed eight people and sixteen people were injured. The old Taoist Wei Shuyang walked out of the reed marsh and felt relieved to see Xu Fengnian safe and sound. Xu Fengnian approached the battlefield and pulled out the Buzi iron halberd that nailed a light cavalry to the ground, took off his outer shirt and covered the dead man’s body, returned the halberd to Ning Emei, and said softly: “General Ning, you and Captain Yuan are responsible for cleaning the battlefield. I will go to the reed marsh first.”
Ning Emei, whose arm was broken by Wang Mingyin, focused heavily, glanced at the robe that was covered by His Royal Highness’s clothes, and her eyes softened a little.
Xu Fengnian and Wei Shuyang walked into the reed marsh together. Lu Qiantang was covered in blood and sat on the shore beside the water. Shusha was stunned and stunned. Yang Qingfeng stood not far away and stretched out his hand to break the reeds swaying with the wind. Xu Fengnian carried a pot of wine and sat opposite Lu Qiantang, who placed the Chixia sword horizontally on his knees, without saying a word.
This swordsman has been a hawk in the Beiliang Palace for a long time. His heroic spirit when he was walking in the world was smoothed out. Instead, he felt a sense of heroism in the face of death. He no longer looked down at His Royal Highness. After coughing and bleeding, he laughed and said, “Your Highness, can you ask if this wine is a farewell wine?”
Xu Fengnian raised the wine pot and asked, “Can you drink it.”
Lu Qiantang, who was already in a flash, recovered his blood and blood, and his thick arms were soft.Mianmian put it on the sword and laughed at herself, “You have to drink it even if you can’t drink it, otherwise it would be a waste of my life, but my hands are gone. I’m afraid I can’t hold the wine pot, so I’ll bother you.”
Xu Fengnian reached out to pour wine for Lu Qiantang into his mouth. Wei Shuyang, who had been practicing Taoism for his whole life, sighed when he saw this, especially the shyness that was happy to play in life. No matter how heartless my eyes were, they were still moist, and they sat a little farther away and carried their backs. Xu Fengnian stopped, held the wine pot, and asked softly, “Do you have any last wish?”
Lu Qiantang smiled freely and said, “No, I am a martial artist. My country has been destroyed and my family has been destroyed, and only a sword is left. If I really want to say it, I hope that Your Highness can scatter the ashes of Lu Qiantang into the Guangling River. I have been practicing swordsmanship for ten years. On August 15th every year, the scenery on that tide is very good. If Your Highness goes to Guangling, it is time to watch this scene and not waste your life.”
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, “Okay.”
Lu Qiantang spit out a mouthful of blood and suddenly cursed, “Your Highness, the prince!”
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, “Your Highness, the prince!”
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, “Oh.”
Lu Qiantang laughed out loud and said intermittently: “I have wanted to say this long ago. Why do you, a young boy, want me to work hard? Isn’t it just because there is someone to slaughter my father? What’s so great! If you have the ability, you can conquer the world by yourself, so that I can convince you!”
Shu Xiu turned around in shock, fearing that His Royal Highness the Prince would do something extreme in anger. However, Xu Fengnian seemed to have no mind. He just poured wine again with a gentle temperament to Lu Qiantang, who was unrestrained. The latter swallowed the wine and blood, and looked into the distance. He was probably exhausted and said softly: “Along the way, Yu Yu’s small path, I watched the old sword god two swords, horses went to the Sheep Palace, and the sword immortal broke the river and died on the river. It was not too unfair to die. Today, in the reed marsh battle, Lu Qiantang broke the fire armor with the sword in his hand. Before his death, he had to pour two drinks of wine in person.”
Lu Qiantang lowered his head and looked at the giant sword, closed his eyes and murmured, “But this Chixia sword has not been touched enough.”
Lu Qiantang, with a peaceful face, had already lost his aura at this time.
Xu Fengnian placed the wine pot on the Chixia sword, stood up and said calmly, “Yang Qingfeng, Lu Qiantang was cremated and placed the ashes in the jar.”
Yang Qingfeng stopped the small movement of breaking the reed stalks, lowered his head and said respectfully, “No!”
For some reason, Princess Pei Nanwei of Jing’an did not stay on the official road, but followed Xu Fengnian to the reed marsh. She saw this scene with her own eyes, biting her lips tightly, with a complicated expression.
When Xu Fengnian and Wei Shuyang turned back, they were about to ask for some details. As soon as the energy in their body condensed, they were about to pull out the embroidered winter knife, they were stabbed in the chest with a blow. The whole person fell into the water like a kite with a broken string. Wei Shuyang had no time to intercept the stab. Pei Nanwei felt it was inexplicable. It was not a blessing or a loss. The prince of the Northern Liang, who was not a fool, died just like this. She saw it.The assassin’s appearance was the woman who killed a hundred farmer riding without a thing. She looked as handsome as a girl next door. After succeeding, she did not retreat, but stood there and wrinkled her nose, as if she was very dissatisfied. Shu Xi and Yang Qingfeng blocked the enemy, and Wei Shuyang saved people and hurriedly formed a group of people. After Princess Pei came to her senses, she thought about whether this girl who was not a deceased girl in Beiliang was not a dead soldier in Beiliang, but was here to assassinate His Highness. Then why did she kill the extremely brave farmer?
Before the ripples were settled, the ripples rose again. Xu Fengnian, who fell into the water, came out with two swords in his hand, letting Wei Shuyang’s hanging heart be relieved half. Common sense, the assassin’s spear is fierce and terrifying, and I’m afraid he can’t even stop him, let alone His Highness. Xu Fengnian closed her teeth tightly, but could not stop the blood from gushing out. He looked directly at the assassin who took action and asked in a deep voice: “Since I want to kill me, why should I block Wang Mingyin on the official road?”
The girl smiled and shouted, and her figure rushed forward with ghosts. She actually passed by Shu Xi, Yang Qingfeng and Wei Shuyang one after another. She tapped the embroidered Dong and Chun Lei in Xu Fengnian’s hands, and then stepped on his chest, blasting His Royal Highness the Prince into the water again. Wei Shuyang and others could clearly see that His Royal Highness the Prince who was stepping on his chest was sprayed with a mouthful of blood. Wei Shuyang was about to make some moves, and a strange black and white cat jumped out of the reed marsh. Shusha slapped his head with his palms. Not only did he not block his aggressive momentum, but he was slapped by it. Yang Qingfeng was even hit by it. They fought with Fu Jiang Red Armor to fight to the death, almost at the end of their strength, but it was unexpected that he was easily repelled by a beast. Wei Shuyang, who was worried about the life and death of the prince, shouted angrily: “A bad beast!”
The girl smiled expressionlessly, and attacked Jiu Dou Mi Laodao with her pet, one after another, and slashed Wei Shuyang’s neck with a hand knife, directly slapped the old Taoist priest into the mud. Then she ignored Shu Xi and Yang Qingfeng who were reluctantly standing, and just looked at the rippling water surface.
Xu Fengnian came out of the water for the third time.
The assassin girl with a pet cat finally spoke, “The first thorn, because you have the protection of the Qilin Silk Armor, you can survive. But I stepped on the chest where the armor was torn open by me, and you should be dead.”
Xu Fengnian, who had a blood-faced face, had a light purple in her eyebrows, and she squinted her eyes and said nothing.