Meng 49 sword

Chapter 270 Emperor's Westward Journey

When entering the city, Xiao Wuwang couldn't wait to jump out of Chen Boyan's body.It has already smelled Xiujian's breath, the whole city is full of Xiujian's breath, it is fighting!

Wuwang got excited, and excitedly urged Chen Boyan to help Xiuxiu fight quickly.However, soon, it heard a familiar voice in the snowstorm.

Come back.

Come back.

Chen Boyan also heard this voice, and this time he was sure that it was the sword cry—it was the sword cry of the Nameless Sword.And the direction from which the sword cry came was exactly the direction of Xiujian that Wu Wang perceived.

He immediately went to Yulin Terrace, saw many visions in the city along the way, also saw Gushan Jiange and disciples of other sects, but did not stop.

He was as fast as a gust of wind, and as ethereal as a white cloud, he had already appeared on Yulin Terrace with the snap of his fingers, just when he saw a sharp long sword with a cold light piercing into Meng Qiqi's body.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Boyan's figure appeared between Meng Qiqi and the white mask like a ghost, and with one palm he shook the white mask back and captured Meng Qiqi.

Meng Qiqi didn't appreciate it.

He pushed Chen Boyan away, pulled out the sword that was pierced on his body, let the blood flow profusely, and continued to move forward regardless.Stepping on ruthless steps, he pierced White Mask's throat neatly with his sword.

Blood splattered all over his face, he gasped for breath, his whole body was chilled.

At this moment, Meng Qiqi's surroundings were full of corpses, whether it was the enemy or the traitor, they all got the worst end.

Meng Qiqi was really going to be pissed off, he hated the word "betrayal" the most in his life, and the mole in Jiange of Gushan hadn't been caught yet, but here was the first time he encountered a wave.

Teach people to be irritable.

Suddenly, a warm embrace hugged Meng Qiqi from behind, his wide palm covered the wound on his stomach, while the other hand restlessly caressed his cheek.

Meng Qiqi looked back, with a wicked smile in a cold murderous intent: "Yo, I don't know who it is, so it's Chen Fangjun, Mr. Chen."

This tone sounds very awkward.

Chen Boyan's eyes dimmed, and the hand that brushed his face paused for a while at the corner of his lips, and a hemostatic pill was fed into Meng Qiqi's mouth.Meng Qiqi was very annoyed at his incomprehensible behavior, deliberately lowered her voice and whispered in Chen Boyan's ear: "Give me medicine as soon as we meet, believe it or not, I will bite you?"

Chen Boyan was helpless: "Little uncle, you are still bleeding."

"Your grandfather and I are covered in blood all over, don't you hug me very happily?"

Meng Qiqi sounded nasty, but in fact his whole body was weak.Fighting against the big formation consumed too much of his energy. Although he was quick and wise and drove Lianhua into the ground and won the final victory, it was still a narrow victory.An extremely difficult narrow victory.

Afterwards, he fought fiercely with White Mask, and he was really tired.

"I was wrong." No matter whether Chen Boyan was wrong or not, it is always right to admit his mistakes first.

Sure enough, Meng Qiqi found it useful, dropped the sword in his hand, mercifully threw it into Chen Fangjun's arms, wrapped his hands around his neck, buried his head in his neck, and felt wronged again.

"Nephew, if you come a little later, I'm afraid you will have to collect the corpse for me."

After hesitating for a moment, Tu Youqiong and the other monks who decided to come over stayed where they were—this little uncle was so cruel just now, he could be said to kill people without blinking an eye, even if he didn't want to tell a lie without blinking an eye.

He, he, he, he, he even cuddled with Chen Boyan!

"Cough..." The monks, who saw through the affair between Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan for the first time, blushed in embarrassment.Even Tu Youqiong had never seen such a situation.

"Little, little uncle..." Tu Youqiong stepped forward boldly.

"Your uncle is tired." Chen Boyan took the initiative to interrupt him, and then looked at the other monks politely: "Thank you for your generous help. I will take my uncle to heal his injuries first, excuse me."

After finishing speaking, Chen Boyan picked up Meng Qiqi familiarly and naturally, and left.

Three or five monks looked at each other, and then all looked at Tu Youqiong.Tu Youqiong didn't know how to explain it, stomped his feet, and hurriedly caught up, "Brother, wait for me! I'll go with you!"

It is a foregone conclusion that the battle has changed hands.

Chen Boyan retreated safely with Meng Qiqi, but the situation in Tianbao Pavilion was extremely tragic.The barrier was finally broken by White Mask and Aqiu's unremitting frenzied attack, and a death battle was staged.

The emperor was ready for the sacrifice, his eyes fixed on the rampart almost constantly.The moment dense cracks spread all over it and the crisp sound of cracking came, he clenched the sword tightly, his eyes burst out with a strong and indomitable fighting spirit, and rushed into the Tianbao Pavilion.

"Kill ah-"

The imperial army and the white mask started the final fight, and Yihe followed behind the emperor to fight Aqiu together.Gui Luoluo acted like a normal person, walked across the chaotic battlefield to Yaoguang, bent down to look at him, and said, "Have you ever imagined that it will be like this today?"

Yao Guang was still sitting with his back against the red pillar, the blood on his body had begun to congeal, but the sickness between his brows could never dissipate.The surrounding white masks and forbidden soldiers seemed to deliberately avoid him, no one came to kill him, and there was a faint trace of fear in their eyes.

Yao Guang looked at Gui Luoluo, but didn't answer.

Gui Luoluo didn't care, and continued: "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you. If you hadn't set up the formation center in Qingping County, and I happened to die there, I'm afraid I would have been a pile of dead bones."

Only then did Yao Guang react, "Really, but you look like you really want to kill me."

"No, you made a mistake, I don't want to kill you anymore." As he said that, Gui Luoluo suddenly cast a cold glance at Aqiu in the distance, raised his hand and flew towards Yihe with a flying sword, which missed him and stabbed at Yihe. sword.

Then he turned around Shi Shiran and said, "Now I really want to see how long you can live?"

Yao Guang held his broken ribs and chuckled, "I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Gui Luoluo asked again: "Aren't you planning to go out from here?"

"How about going out?"

"Do you want to wait here to die? Do you regret everything you have done before?"

Gui Luoluo stared at Yao Guang fiercely, seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, a hint of disappointment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In the Tianbao Pavilion, the sound of killings shook the sky, blood and sword light reflected each other, and in this chaotic background, only Gui Luoluo and Yao Guang, like two travelers who had passed away, strayed into this place.

Yao Guang supported Hong Zhu to stand up, and asked sincerely: "Why do you always regard me as him?"

Yao Guangxue, Nameless Sword, they actually don't recognize his identity.A few drops of real dragon's blood burned the meridians of his whole body; a strong sword is only willing to be driven by the strong.

For them, I am afraid that I am just a counterfeit.

Gui Luoluo became interested in him because he was Yaoguang, but was disappointed because of him.

He just finds it ridiculous, because time cannot go back.

"But you are right, I still have some things to do." Yao Guang stood up straight, as if all the pain on his body had disappeared.

Gui Luoluo didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but he didn't have time to find out, because Yihe was already in deep danger.

"Father!" Yihe blocked the attack from the left side for the emperor, but his whole body also swayed, almost being stabbed by the white mask behind him.

Gui Luoluo appeared by her side in time, grabbed her waist and retreated quickly, saving her, but left the emperor to Ah Qiu.Seeing this, Yihe was very anxious.

At this moment, she no longer thinks about the past, no longer thinks about the whereabouts of the throne, and only wants to kill the enemy.But she found that it was so difficult to kill the enemy wholeheartedly.

Aqiu's strength has completely exceeded what they can handle, and the white masks inside and outside Tianbao Pavilion are also elites selected from a million.The imperial army suffered heavy casualties, and the emperor also died.

Aqiu shot mercilessly, he was anxious to leave at first, but after Meng Qiqi succeeded in capturing the formation, he immediately gave up this plan and aimed his sword at the emperor.

If he made a list of the enemies he most wanted to kill right now, the emperor would definitely be at the top of the list.

Ah Qiu's murderous intent was fierce, and the emperor had his own ruthlessness, but the strengths of the two sides were as different as clouds and mud.

There were also many monks in the imperial army, desperately escorting them, while the emperor stared at Aqiu through these soldiers, raised his sword and cut his wrist, letting blood drip to the ground.

There seemed to be hidden lines on the ground, blood flowed along the lines, and in an instant, a mysterious pattern was formed.

"Blood Sacrifice!" There was a white mask who recognized the patterns on the ground with a sharp eye, and reminded in alarm.

Aqiu's heart trembled, and he immediately flew to kill the emperor.

"Dang!" Yi He drew out his sword in time to stop him, and the soldiers of the Forbidden Army rushed towards Aqiu frantically.Ah Qiu was dragged back again, and at this moment, the emperor gritted his teeth, and cut a long bloody gash on his arm, and the blood flowed profusely in an instant.

Although he is a descendant of Yao's collateral lineage, he is also an emperor protected by dragon veins.His blood is not as good as Yao Guang's, but at least it is still useful.

As he thought this way, the blood flowed faster and faster, and the patterns on the ground began to glow.

In the chaos, someone yelled "Kill him", and the scene was extremely chaotic.Yihe tried his best to get to the emperor's side and wanted to take him away, but the emperor's body was as stiff as a stone and refused to move a step.

He stood up straight, never before in his life.

In an instant, blood rayed, and countless white masks wailed.The blood in their bodies seemed to start to boil, burning the flesh and bones, igniting the primordial energy, and tormenting them so much that they couldn't bear to die.

Ah Qiu did not escape, but he is the strongest and the most tolerant.

The emperor stared at him all the time, his body shook due to excessive blood loss, but he still didn't fall down.

"You, you should, die." Aqiu looked at him across the sea of ​​people, and in anger, he threw a sword.

"Father!" At the very moment, Yihe wanted to save him, but Gui Luoluo held him tightly, and a low warning voice sounded in his ears: "He was going to die!"

However, Yihe was not a person who was willing to watch death come, so he struggled to break free from Gui Luoluo's hand, roared and pierced a white masked body in front of him, kicked him away, and stretched out his hand to pull the emperor.

However, the sharp long sword has penetrated the emperor's heart.

The emperor finally fell, he finally died.

Yihe entered the palace this time, originally to force the palace, but she never thought it would end like this.She got her wish, but there seemed to be a few invisible cracks in her heart, and blood was gurgling out.

"Kill him! Bengong ordered you to kill him immediately!" She had no time to be sad, and pointed the tip of her sword at Aqiu.

Ah Qiu laughed, and suddenly coughed violently, his mouth was full of blood.

The final battle was about to start, but the accident happened at this time.A figure suddenly broke in from outside the courtyard, broke through the encirclement of the imperial army with a thunderous gesture, grabbed Ah Qiu, and retreated immediately.

Yihe's pupils shrank suddenly, "Qu Ping! Stop him!"

The forbidden army rushed forward immediately, but the sound of "bang, bang" was deafening one after another - the remaining white masks chose to cover the retreat of the two in such a tragic way, and the forbidden army was seriously injured, so it was difficult to catch up.

Gui Luoluo didn't know what plan he was planning, so he didn't leave.

Yi He glanced across the blood-red Tianbao Pavilion, his fingertips trembling with anger.The groans all over the floor and the pungent stench forced her to stay awake. She turned her head and walked stiffly to the emperor's side, looking down at his corpse, silent.

She still had a hard time accepting this ending.

At this moment, a letter suddenly slipped from his body.

Yihe picked it up, took a deep breath, and after making enough preparations, he took it apart.There was not a single word on the letter, only one signature——Zhou Ziheng.

She blinked, and a tear suddenly fell on the letter paper.

At this moment, she seemed to finally understand why her father said that to Ah Qiu—no matter how unbearable I am, I am also the emperor of Daxia and the king of a country.

After a long time, she turned her head to look at Gui Luoluo, and said, "I'm finally a loner, Luoluo."