Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

Suddenly, a cold voice said: "Slow down!" Yang Yizhi didn't stop, there was nothing in the world that could make him worry anymore. A crimson light spun around in the air and landed on him.This brilliance came so fast that the seriously injured Yang Yizhi had no way to dodge.The red light swirled and turned into a strange rainbow, circling around Yang Yizhi's body, and chopped seven times in a row. Yang Yizhi suddenly felt a burst of relief. It wasn't him who was slashed by the red light, but the murderous aura generated by the combination of three thousand armored soldiers and King Wuyue.

One awn and seven cuts, the murderous aura is exhausted. The peach blossoms shattered, but became warm because of the disappearance of murderous intent.Yang Yizhi's forbidden last move was unexpectedly unable to be used.Because this desperate move can only be used when the end of the road is inevitable. At this time, there is no external pressure, and the need to use it has gone. After the red mang broke off its murderous aura, it twitched in a row and slowly retracted into a piece of black clothes.A pair of equally bewitching crimson pupils flashed out from the black clothes, staring at Yang Yizhi.

Meng Tiancheng? Yang Yizhi frowned, and he sighed softly.Obviously, since the last time we met, Meng Tiancheng's martial arts has improved greatly, which is naturally thanks to his shocking sword.At this point, it was time for him to ask for it back. Yang Yizhi smiled lightly, his heart was clear and empty, without lingering on anything.The honor and disgrace of life and death are so light at the moment when the end of the catastrophe comes. Meng Tiancheng also smiled, his smile was very light, floating on his handsome face like a layer of waves.But this Qingjun looked fierce and deadly because of the two red lights in his eyes.With his smile, the murderous intent gushed out like a tide.

If Yang Yizhi's murderous aura is as bright as a bright moon, his murderous aura is as deep as a dark night, with countless evil stars hidden in the middle, stern and gloomy, and with a slight agitation, it seems that there is a Sirius howling fiercely, which is thrilling.Those armored soldiers looked pale and couldn't help taking a step back. Meng Tiancheng's smile was even more bewildering, that smile seemed to be an entity formed by murderous intent, making people afraid to stare at it.The red eyes slowly shifted to look at King Wuyue. Even the king of Wuyue, who has advanced in martial arts and has always been the best, can't face such eyes!

King Wuyue was shocked, and forced a smile: "What does Meng Qing want to do?" Meng Tiancheng said: "I can kill everyone in the world, but this person can't kill him! So I want to ask the prince for a favor." Yang Yizhi's heartstrings shook, he didn't understand what Meng Tiancheng meant.But he could see that Meng Tiancheng didn't say this because he hated him, which made him even more confused. King Wuyue seemed to know why Meng Tiancheng said this, and sighed: "This king also knows that this time I called you here urgently because I want you to persuade him to join me. How this king treats talents, you should Know."

A sneer sneered at the corner of Meng Tiancheng's mouth, and he said: "The three armies can win the commander, but the common man cannot win the ambition. This person's ambition is already the same, so why should the lord push him so hard?" King Wuyue pondered, a hazy purple aura rose from his body and gradually turned into a solid body, making his appearance blurred and difficult to see clearly. That is a symbol that he will make a move! His voice also became a little low, as if Meng Tiancheng's words made him very embarrassed: "Meng Qing, come back to me, I will never pursue this matter."

This was the only sentence he didn't use to refer to himself as "the king", which also showed how much he valued this young man. The fire in Meng Tiancheng's eyes dimmed a little, and he shot suddenly.The light of the saber flashed like a red light, and the saber shot up into the sky, like a wolf howling, turning red into a red light that pierced the sky and the earth. King Wuyue's heart tightened, he knew how terrifying Meng Tiancheng's full blow was! Ziqi immediately turned wildly! Meng Tiancheng sighed leisurely, and stretched his hand into the red light. A melodious dragon chant erupted from the evil red scimitar, and all the red light in the sky disappeared.

The name of this knife is Chiyue, and it makes a long cry whenever it sees blood. The saber was held horizontally in Meng Tiancheng's hand. On the body of the saber, there was a piece of finger supported, and the finger was cut off at the root.Drops of blood were staining the knife along the handle, causing the Chiyue knife to scream. The middle finger of Meng Tiancheng's right hand holding the knife is gone. King Wuyue was shocked, and couldn't help but said in a long voice: "Meng Qing, why do you do this? Losing one finger will reduce your martial arts by at least 20%!"

Meng Tiancheng didn't answer, he held the Chiyue Saber, walked quietly in front of King Wuyue, and solemnly placed the severed finger on the tiger skin hanging from the golden chair. Then, he backed up step by step, and every time he took a step back, the smile on his face became bigger, and the murderous aura on his body became more violent! The black clothes turned into dark clouds covering the sky in a trance, flying in the sky, pressing heavily on everyone's heart, but the red shadow became brighter and brighter, like a red sun surrounded by night, it will burst into thin air without knowing when. Come out and burn everyone in the world to ashes!

King Wuyue stared blankly at the amputated finger, as if he was staring at those years when he was sincere. Meng Tiancheng suddenly let out a long laugh, and his person was also like a monster in the last days, flamboyant and sad: "My lord, you once saved me and fulfilled me. In order to repay your kindness, I have done many things I didn't want to do over the years." But I have never regretted it. It's just... I thought I was unparalleled in swordsmanship, but I was defeated by one person. This person can seriously injure the prince when he is seriously injured, and I want to try it!"

Yang Yizhi knew that the person he was talking about was him. King Wuyue's pupils shrank suddenly. Obviously, he also regarded that defeat as a great shame and humiliation. Unexpectedly, Meng Tiancheng only mentioned this matter!He slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out the famous sword at his waist. The king of Wuyue controls the soldiers and horses in the world, and Suxi collects famous swords.The No. 1 sword in the royal arsenal was originally the Xuandu Sword, but in the battle on the top of Songshan Mountain that day, the Xuandu Sword was captured by Zhuo Wangsun, who attacked the three elders of Wudang. He was ashamed and humiliated, so after he went down Songshan, he took another sword. The name of this sword is Qinghe, and it was the sword owned by the Demon Cult swordsman Ling Baohe several years ago. This sword is just an ordinary sword made by an ordinary craftsman in a few days, but it ranks eleventh in the world. Just because it is in the hands of Ling Baohe. Later, Ling Baohe died, and the sword fell into the hands of King Wuyue.King Wuyue chose this sword because he appreciated Ling Baohe's ambition. He also wants the mediocre Qinghe Sword to shine brilliantly in his hands. He also wants the sword because of the name! The blood kept flowing on the Chiyue Knife, and the bursts of long cries shook everyone's hearts. The purple air flew into the rainbow, piercing the Qinghe sword, and the Qinghe sword was like a purple crane drawing its wings, about to fly around the world.Meng Tiancheng danced in the sky in black clothes that were as dark as the night, as if to envelop everything, the aura emitted by Zihe's black clothes burst densely, and the killing was on the verge of breaking out! The demon knife is straight and blazing like the sun! King Wuyue made a sudden move. As soon as he moved, the purple energy on the Qinghe sword exploded immediately, rolled up into the sky, and turned into clouds all over the sky and swooped down.His martial arts follow the grand and magnanimous line, and the world will be shocked when he moves. This kind of martial arts has the unparalleled internal energy as the foundation, and it is even more powerful, like ten thousand horses galloping together, all armies fighting in chaos, flags fluttering, thunderbolts are missing! When white blades meet, precious swords are broken, and the two armies frown to decide life and death. That point of red light suddenly shone, like a deep red eye suddenly opened in the dark night.Meng Tiancheng danced wildly, but the light of the spatula did not change, it just grabbed the center of Ziqi with a swift and incomparable momentum! If the purple qi is like a battle formation, then the red light is like a strange soldier, rushing in desperately! Meng Tiancheng's martial arts follow a narrow line, and once he makes a move, it is a battle of life and death! The light of the knife flashed to King Wuyue's chest! The Qinghe sword whirled back and forth between lightning and fire, holding the demon knife!The long cry on the knife was shocking, and the Qinghe sword flew away! How exquisite Meng Tiancheng's saber technique is, the king of Wuyue just revealed the slightest gap, and the saber glow immediately splashed in like lightning!A knife pointed directly at King Wuyue's heart! The red light stopped suddenly, and the point of Chiyue Dao hit the left chest of King Wuyue, just one point away, the light of the sword could crush this generation of heroes! There was a hint of anger in Meng Tiancheng's fiery eyes: "Why are you like this?" King Wuyue slowly withdrew his palm, with a look of loneliness on his face: "I want you to know that I never think you are worse than anyone else." The fire in Meng Tiancheng's eyes was shattered, King Wuyue waved his hand, and the armored soldiers retreated neatly, showing a broad road.Wuyue Wang Xiaosuo said: "After you settle your knot, Wuyue Palace welcomes you back at any time." The tiger-skin golden chair turned into flying ashes and scattered, King Wuyue turned and walked away without looking at Meng Tiancheng and Yang Yi again. Meng Tiancheng sighed long, feeling a little lonely. The soldiers led two horses and brought them to Meng Tiancheng's side, and they walked cleanly in an instant. Between heaven and earth, there are only peach blossoms. Yang Yizhi was speechless, he never thought that this fight would have such a result.In any case, King Wuyue is a well-deserved hero, if he does not have too wild ambitions, it may be a blessing to the people.but now…… He focused on Meng Tiancheng. Meng Tiancheng slowly drew out his saber, picked up the Qinghe sword stuck on the ground, and threw it at Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi reached out to take it, still speechless.After losing the Sword of Fengyue, he may really need an ordinary sword to protect himself. Meng Tiancheng stared at him with an extremely complicated expression, his evil eyes were bent into two bright and cold moons, making him feel as if he was in the sky.He suddenly said coldly: "I saved you, just because I don't want to make anyone sad!" After speaking, he got on his horse, whipped hard, and galloped away. He went to the north. This indifferent and proud boy also has a lump in his chest. Yang Yizhi gave a hard smile. If he died, would anyone be sad? Will there be? Xiangsi watched in panic as countless white dots rose from the bottom of the mountain at an extremely fast speed. Each white dot is a person, a person completely covered in white robes.Their figures were extremely fast, and even the dense jungle seemed unable to stop their footsteps. In an instant, the distance between them was shortened by half. They obviously came with malicious intentions. The people in the deserted city also saw this scene, and their faces instantly turned deathly gray.They shouted in horror: "White guards!" The guard in white?Xiangsi doesn't understand what these four words mean, but she also knows that the situation is very bad. If the jungle does not shelter them, they are fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered. The people shouted in fear: "That's the white-clothed guards personally led by the Mongolian royal family! My God, what crime did we commit to send out white-clothed guards to arrest us!" Xiangsi was in a state of confusion, she could clearly see that these white-clothed imperial guards were all people with martial arts skills, and when they attacked, it might be the time when the people of the deserted city were wiped out! Tips! She suddenly remembered the kit that Yang Yizhi left her. "If I haven't come back yet and the enemy has already attacked, you can open this." Maybe there is a last life-saving trick in this kit!Xiangsi hurriedly found the kit and opened it. On the kit is a winding path leading to a place where the woods are not very dense.There is a picture of a horse. This is the horse that Yang Yizhi took away when he drove away the Mongolian soldiers. He tried his best to walk to Tianshou Village, regardless of the exhaustion of his last strength, and put himself in the most danger, just to give Lovesickness leaves a glimmer of life. That was his last care for this woman. A horse can only save one life. But what about the other five hundred and twenty-one articles? The kit fell to the ground, and Acacia's heart fell into despair. She could deeply feel Yang Yizhi's affection, but how could she escape alone?She is already the lotus goddess of the deserted city, always carrying the hope of all the people. She suddenly remembered the tortuous road on the kit, which was deliberately chosen by Yang Yizhi in order to avoid the Mongolian soldiers.Maybe it's a way of escape too!Suddenly a glimmer of hope ignited in Xiangsi's heart, and she hurriedly said to the others: "Hurry up! Come with me!" These people who were terrified to the extreme had completely lost their will, and rushed out following Xiangsi.At the juncture of life and death, everyone aroused their greatest strength, and they ran to the end after an hour. At the end, a white horse is tied to a tree. The white horse does not seem to feel the biting murderous aura not far away, and is grazing leisurely with its head down. Xiangsi took a breath and calmed down a little, at least they didn't go the wrong way. But her stability didn't last long, because the surroundings were suddenly covered with white shadows. The most valiant Mongolian guards in white have surrounded them. The white robes on the guards were so dazzling. Xiangsi screamed and rushed forward, trying to protect those people who were knocked down by fear.But how many people can she protect with her timid body? The leader of the imperial guard moved his left hand down and made a concise gesture. All the imperial guards took a step forward, and with a loud bang, the long knives were unsheathed!The knife is sharp! Xiangsi let out a hoarse exclamation: "No!" She looked around in panic, but like a delicate pistil, she couldn't cover the wind and rain in the sky. "Please, don't hurt them, I can do whatever you want!" When she said this, her mind was blank and she didn't think about anything.She can give up anything for this group of distressed people, so only she can achieve the compassion of the Lotus Flower Goddess. The white-robed general looked at her deeply: "That depends on what you have." Seeing that the guards in white stopped their killing steps, Xiangsi's anxiety calmed down a little.What does she have? What can she have? Maybe, maybe she still has a little chip, but she doesn't know, it's still not a chip. She stood up slowly, forcibly suppressing the panic and despair deep in her heart, which made her look graceful and luxurious, shedding all ordinary looks: "I am Princess Yongle of Ming Dynasty, release these innocent people, I will go with you. You should know that one princess is worth more than five hundred common people." General Baipao smiled, obviously, he already knew the identity of Princess Xiangsi.He nodded and said, "I know." The imperial guards stepped forward and surrounded Xiangsi. Through those spotless and noble white clothes, Xiangsi took a last look at the common people she guarded all the way.The people were crying, they couldn't bear to see their lotus goddess being taken away by the enemy.But the stern figures of the guards in white blocked their calls. Xiangsi took a last look at them, and she hoped that her willingness would stop them from wandering. In this way, the lotus goddess is no longer needed. The blue flowers have withered. When Yang Yizhi rushed back to the mountain exhausted, he only saw the crying people.His heart immediately sank into the abyss. The intermittent cries of the people hit his mind, but he couldn't listen to a word.There is only one thought in his mind, to save the princess!Get her out! He stood up with difficulty. The moon in the sky is so cold. Yang Yizhi stepped up to the high platform step by step.On the stone seat at the end of the high platform, Zhong Jie was still surrounded by the pale sky, sitting idly and bored. Whether the people of the deserted city were alive or dead, and the city was completely destroyed, he never disturbed him. He was like a disaster from the sky, and he would watch the city turn into ashes, and he would never leave halfway. He didn't look at Yang Yizhi at all, but lazily faced the moonlight, twisting strands of silver hair into various patterns between his cold fingers.These patterns seem to be the inspiration for all existence in the world. Yang Yizhi said word by word: "Where did she go?" Chong Jie didn't answer, just staring at the hair in the palm of his hand.After a long while, he gently untied the knot in his hair, raised his head slightly, and said slightly, "Are you asking me?" Yang Yizhi nodded with a cold face. With a soft swish, Chong Jie threw away the long hair in his hands, like a snowfall, he smiled and said: "Very good, you asked the right person, I do know where she is." Yang Yizhi's gaze became sharp. There was deep-seated sarcasm in Chong Jie's smile: "I saw her foolishly standing in front of the people in the deserted city, saw her identity as Princess Chen, saw her taken away by the guards in white, with my own eyes..." Before he finished speaking, Yang Yizhi made a sudden move, grabbed his loose white robe, and pulled him up from the stone seat. Yang Yizhi's clear eyes turned blood red at this moment, he shook Chong Jie's skirt vigorously, and said angrily, "Why didn't you save her, why!" Chong Jie didn't struggle or resist, and let him grab him, his cat-like eyes filled with sarcasm. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth hidden behind the mask, and he said softly, "Is that enough?" Yang Yi was startled. Then his hands suddenly emptied, and Chong Jie's body was like a stream of water, winding past him at an inconceivable speed. With a soft swish sound, the Qinghe sword on Yang Yizhi's waist was already in his hand! Yang Yizhi suddenly woke up from the rage, he was startled secretly, and was about to retreat, but there was a sharp pain in his heart, and he couldn't concentrate for a while. In this moment of hesitation, the sword is like cold electricity, and it has been placed on his neck. Yang Yizhi's expression gradually calmed down.It's not that he didn't think that this thin silver-haired boy might also be a top expert, but the anger just now made him lose his usual sanity. Just this momentary impulse, perhaps, will have to pay a heavy price. The ray of brilliance in Chong Jie's pupils slowly melted away, making his smile indescribably evil.He slowly moved the icy sword blade from the side of Yang Yizhi's neck to under his jaw, forcing him to raise his head: "Could it be that I forgot to tell you that no mortal's hands are allowed to touch my body?" Yang Yizhi suddenly turned his face away, not looking at him. The sneer in Chongjie's eyes instantly turned into deep disgust: "Not to mention how dirty you are now!" He suddenly bent down and picked up a wisp of Yang Yizhi's hair, sniffed it in front of his nose: "I know this is what?" Yang Yizhi didn't answer coldly. Chong Jie's smile was even more cruel: "Bloody air!" Suddenly, he grabbed Yang Yizhi as if in revenge, dragged him in front of him, and said: "Dirty clothes, sweaty body, withered corolla, and stinky body, four of the five signs of the decline of heaven and man have been possessed. Your hypocrisy His grace and demeanor are about to fall apart, and this skin that so many people envy will soon become a pile of dirty and corrupt garbage!" Yang Yizhi's expression did not change, he had expected this from the beginning. Chong Jie looked at him, but his sharp eyes gradually became gentle: "But..." He let go of Yang Yizhi, Qinghe's sword turned aside, and lightly touched Yang Yizhi's face with the cold blade: "But compared to your self-proclaimed high-minded, non-humanistic appearance, I like you more now. A devastated face." There was a meaningful smile in his eyes, and he waved his sleeves lightly. With a clear dragon chant, the Qinghe sword had returned to Yang Yizhi's scabbard. Chong Jie retreated to the stone seat, as if the action just now had exhausted all his energy and patience.He stretched out a finger, Ling Xu pointed in the northwest direction, and said softly: "She is in Hanaji's camp, and she has only traveled thirty miles. Now that I have passed, maybe I can see her for the last time."