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Chapter 13: Death War

Murong Yan and Zuo Canglang came out of Xihuamen. Under the gate, he glanced at Jinyang City. There was a hint of haze in the pupils. The girl, Zeng Rufu weeping, begged him to take her away. Now that he is gone, she ... she can only follow the fate of the family, right?

No time to think about it, the horseshoe was raining, and he went out of the city to the northwest.

This time in Mingli, he only took the left Canglang, but knowing that it was dangerous, Leng Feiyan and Yang Lianting also secretly followed. Instead, Zhou Xin and Feng Ping did not bring him over. Both of them are old people of Rong Fei. Rong Fei attracted many courtiers and cultivated many forces.

Over the years, Queen Li has been slowly removed, and there is little left. But people like Zhou Xin and Feng Ping still remind people of Rong Jiechi at that time. Murong Yan always took them with him, and two people with a skill, such as a prisoner's cage, were useless.

But also because they have been on the bright side, the wariness of the King Yan and Queen has dropped a lot.

The horseshoe was raining, passing the official road, and marching toward Dajicheng. After the Great Thistle City, no more than sixty or seventy miles away, is the camp of Wenzai. Suddenly passing through a dense forest, the left wolf called Murong Yan: "Lord."

Murong Yan's horse line slowed down a little bit and said, "Go." Two people rushed the horse, and the forest suddenly shot three or two leaves. The left blue wolf watched as the leaves ran across the horse's throat, and the horse's blood spurted in an instant.

Zuolanglang and Murong Yan rolled over and dismounted, using the horse's body as a cover.

Fei Ye stopped, and a man slowly walked out of the woods. A man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. There is a sword under the ribs, a flute around the waist, and walking in the courtyard between walks, it does not seem to come out to kill. It's more like your son playing.

But it was such a teenager, but there was a daunting killing spirit between his eyebrows. Over such a long distance, the left wolf can feel his sharp sword. She looked a little dumb, but Murong Yan smiled and said, "I can't think of the Queen for me, even the people at the Tibetan Sword Villa."

The boy said lightly, "I don't know who you are or who is going to kill you. Anyway, my father sent me, and I will come."

Murong Yan said, "Depending on your age, isn't it the young owner of the Tibetan sword villa?"

The young man didn't take any notice. There was no hatred in his eyes, and his emotions were even more volatile: "Exactly. Prepare yourself, I'm going to sword."

Zuo Canglang turned his head and asked, "Is the Tibetan Sword Villa famous?" However, Leng Feiyan and Yang Lianting hiding in the dark were taken aback.

Although it has only been more than three months since the orphan camp came out, the name of the Tibetan Sword Villa is already thundering. Every year, Wu Lin discusses swords, and the Tibetan sword villa never participates. Because the sword heroes are not worth their sword.

People in the Tibetan Sword Villa have never walked in the martial arts, but as long as they say one word, they can calm down all the disputes between the martial arts.

The court originally had much tolerance for such forces, but after Murong Yuan ascended the throne, he established Li as the queen. Li's cousin is the cousin of the Tibetan sword villa Zang Tianqi, and the relationship between the Tibetan sword villa and the court seems very close.

Murong Yuan bestowed the title of the first sword in the world on the Tibetan Sword Villa, and the Tibetan Sword Villa was officially adopted by the court. However, the status is usually very detached, and it is basically impossible for ordinary people to meet.

Leng Feiyan struck Yang Lianting with his elbow: "This man is really the young master of the Tibetan Sword Villa?"

Yang Lianting said, "How do I know, I haven't seen it before."

Leng Feiyan said, "What do you think we can do in his hands?"

Yang Lianting said: "Four moves. If we stand up, he certainly can't kill us four with one sword, right?"

Leng Feiyan kicked over.

Before speaking, Zang Feng had come to Zuo Langlang and Murong Yan. He pulled out his sword and glanced at Zuo Langlang, reminding him, "I'm going to do it."

Zuo Langlang also greeted him before he encountered this kind of killing for the first time. He was silent for a while, took a few steps back and held his bow in his hand. Zang Feng ignored her, Jianhua was like snow, and went straight to Murong Yan. Leng Feiyan, who was hiding in the dark, could not help but rushed up with his sword.

The two swords struck each other, and Tibetan Feng stunned slightly, saying, "Good martial arts."

Leng Feiyan was shocked by the surge of internal force on the sword, and the whole man stepped back several steps. She suddenly understood why this person was not masked, because even if he covered his face, he would be immediately recognized by whoever he was with the martial arts.

Zang Feng looked at Yang Lianting who rushed out with Leng Feiyan and said, "My target is only him," he pointed to Murong Yan, "you can go."

Leng Feiyan suddenly became angry, "I'll give you a face, right?" She returned to pick the sword, but the speed of the Tibetan front was as fast as the wind, and the three swords came out, forcing her to attack and defend. The left blue wolf was full of bowstrings, and just about to shoot an arrow, the Tibetan front suddenly got out of Leng Fei Yan Jianguang's siege, and a vertical leap was already in front of her!

The left wolf was taken aback. Tibetan Feng expected that she would use her bowstring to twist her sword's edge, so at the moment of the electric light flint, the sword picked directly at her bow. Zuolanglang's first reaction was to give him a palm with all his strength.

Zang Feng stunned a little. This way of playing would hurt both. These three people are not like guards, but more like dead men. Zuo Canglang had already retreated with the help of his strength, and the hand holding the bow was picked by his long sword, making him numb. She was surprised at the skill of the boy.

The teenager was about to approach, Leng Feiyan had been entangled. He frowned slightly and said, "I'm sorry." Long sword pierced, Leng Feiyan hadn't responded yet, his sword edge had broken through her defense and straight into her chest!

For the first time, Leng Feiyan was shocked by a cold sweat. Such a sword was almost silent and ghost-like.

Yang Lianting was beside him, so he couldn't intervene at all. On martial arts alone, he is the weakest of the three, not to mention encountering martial art myths such as Tibetan Feng. Leng Fei Yan Fei backed away, catching his sword, but the flaw was bigger. In this way, she did not insist on a few tricks at all.

Murong Yan stood next to him, watching the three men fight, but didn't speak. Yang Lianting and Zuolanglang proposed: "Let the Lord go first?"

Zuolang said softly, "No."

Yang Lianting bit his lip slightly and said, "Fei Yan can't hold on for long. Even if the three of us are added together, they are not ... their opponents."

Zuo Canglang said, "What are you carrying?" Yang Lianting said, "I brought some poisons and antidote." Zuo Canglang groaned slightly and said, "Take the antidote first, and sprinkle the poison on myself." "Yang Lianting responded immediately and said," OK. "

Seeing that Leng Feiyan was in danger, the left wolf made up for another arrow. The Tibetan front had to turn back and fire her arrows. Leng Feiyan got a respite, took a few steps off the sword net, and started again.

Tibetan Feng is also very surprised, not many people have been able to walk a dozen moves in his hands.

After all, Leng Feiyan cooperated with Zuo Canglang, and soon she saw her intentions. She tangled in the Tibetan front, and the left wolf disturbed. Yang Lianting deployed poisonous arrays everywhere, and occasionally cooperated with Leng Feiyan. The three are like one, advancing back and forth.

Zang Feng quickly found that it was not easy to defeat the three men.

The weak point among the three is undoubtedly Yang Lianting. He tried to kill Yang Lianting several times, but Leng Feiyan was entangled tightly, and once he turned to Yang Lianting, Leng Feiyan would send several arrows at once to force him back. He was also a bit surprised, thinking that this time he would hit such a difficult character.

He gritted his teeth for a while, and even under the interference of Left Canglang and Yang Lianting, Leng Feiyan still stabbed two swords. However, it is good that Leng Feiyan does not bleed, but the first-class blood seems to have gone mad, not only does not shrink, but the war is trembling.

Zang Feng gritted his teeth. Such a fight was very physical. Not only does he need to guard against coldness, but Yang Lianting and the left wolf have to guard. And every drop of blood from Leng Feiyan turned into murderous energy. For a long time, sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

After all, it's young. I have never encountered such an opponent since my debut. His patience was almost worn away. Now, regardless of Leng Feiyan's increasingly tight sword net, he looked back and prepared to kill Yang Lianting directly.

Leng Feiyan's Jian Feng scratched a wound on his right back, blood stained on his clothes, bright and dazzling. Zuo Canglang saw his attempt early, and when he was close to Yang Lianting, he had already arrived at Yang Lianting. Tibetan Feng may kill Yang Lianting within two or three moves, but it is impossible to win the left wolf.

After several rounds of fights, Leng Feiyan stepped up again. He and Leng Feiyan almost became a war of attrition. The blood ran more and more, but he couldn't get out of entanglement. Leng Feiyan bit her lip, not untiring. However, as long as she has a breath, she will not fall.

With her sword faster and faster, the Tibetan front gradually changed from the previous offensive to defensive. He suddenly had a very shocking thought-would he, not the opponent of these three men? But how is it possible? The unknown three ...

As soon as such thoughts came up, he felt his breathing was slightly stagnation-just now, it turned out that he had sucked in poisonous powder? Impossible, it was just a little closer, when was it ...

With this distraction, the left wolf shot an arrow in his right arm, and all three were in a great spirit.

Leng Feiyan's offensive became more and more crazy, and Tibetan front began to feel dizzy and confused. The left wolf suddenly made three arrows, and one arrow was in the center of the Tibetan chest. Zang Feng had lost his pain, too much blood, and a bit cold. Leng Feiyan drew a sword and wiped it directly into his throat.

When he fell down, his expression was still blank. Murong Yan stood by and said lightly, "Good."

Leng Feiyan was afraid that he would not die, and immediately added a note to his chest. After making up, she knelt on the ground. Her blood flow was no less than that of Zang Feng.

Zuo Canglang supported her and looked up to call Yang Lianting. Yang Lianting took off his robe and threw it away. He gave everyone the antidote for the poison powder and immediately stopped bleeding for Leng Feiyan. Then she frowned and said, "The wound is deep, and there are internal injuries. She ... needs rest."

Murong Yan said: "The queen sent the young master of the Tibetan Sword Villa to come with great peace of mind. There will be no ambush in the future, and you can go back."

Yang Lianting nodded, and the left wolf glanced at the body of the Tibetan front ground and said, "What should this man do?"

Yang Lianting took a bottle of corpse water from his waist and poured it on the front of the Tibetan body. Wait for the body to turn into water, and then roll up all his clothes: "No one will find him."

Zuolangyou got up, glanced at Leng Feiyan, and said, "She will give it to you."

Yang Lianting nodded: "Relax."

His face was so pale that he wanted to get rid of the poison. Zuolanglang gritted his teeth and said, "Everything is careful." Yang Lianting nodded and said, "I will."

He raised Leng Feiyan, said goodbye to Murong Yan, and headed for Da Jicheng, leaving himself and Leng Feiyan's horses to Murong Yan and the left wolf. The ancient Tao is sparsely populated, and the young man half supported and held Leng Feiyan, walking slowly.

Zuolanglang turned on his horse, glanced at them again, and finally followed Murong Yan and whipped his horse away. The horseshoe was raining, raising smoke all the way.

Big Thistle City went west and became desolate. Zuo Langlang also saw this northwest scenery for the first time. Murong Yan slowed down and asked her to keep up, saying, "Wen Shuai's camp is coming."

Zuo Canglang gave a hum, and looked at him again: "Is the Lord coming this time, are he really going to prepare for the army with both hands empty?"

Murong Yan turned to look at her, smiled, and asked, "How else?"

Zuo Canglang said, "I don't think so. There must be a great gift for Wen Shuai when the Lord comes this time."

Murong Yan was slightly surprised and said, "Sometimes, I like to talk to you very much." Zuo Canglang was behind him by half a horse's head. He slightly pulled the reins, she unknowingly followed. The two walked side by side. Murong Yan said, "Guess, what great gift will I give Wen Shuai this time?"

At that time, the surrounding vegetation was thinning, and his face was smiling and gentle. Zuolanglang didn't speak, he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you say something wrong."

Zuo Canglang slightly pursed his lips and said: "At present Wen Shuaizheng is confronting Yu Guo. The great gift of the Lord is of course related to Yu Guo." Murong Yan smiled: "Keep talking."

Zuo Canglang pondered for a while, and said, "Da Yan's national strength is poor, and Yu Guo has long coveted. He wants to use Yan soldiers, but he has not yet used them, which means that he is still worried. If Da Yan is a member of Xijing, if this battle cannot be speeded up, Victory, presumably Xijing will not watch them swallow the big swallows alone. So they have been hesitant. The great gift of the Lord, either a truce, or a strategy to retreat. But the subordinates believe that these are not a great gift . But the wound is plastered, it just stops the pain. "

Murong Yan turned around and asked, "So what do you think is the gift?"

Zuo Canglang said: "Subordinates thought that it was a great gift for Da Yan to defeat Yu Guo." Murong Yan turned his head and stared at her. Zuo Canglang said: "At present, Da Yan wants to win Yu Guo, it sounds like Impossible. But if you think about it, it is possible. "

"Oh?" Murong Yan looked at her with interest, and Zuo Canglang said, "Because Yu Guo also thought that Dayan would never win."

Mu Rongyan didn't interrupt her, she thought about it, and said, "His Royal Highness is not valued by King Yan, everyone knows it. If His Royal Highness gave Emperor Yu Guo a handwritten book, called Emperor, he would like to cooperate with Bei Yuli. ... Beijing must have thought that the time had come. At that time, Yu Jun drove in and penetrated into the hinterland of the State of Yan, and our army could be set aside, can be spared, and can be answered inside and outside. That was Dayan's real odds.

She was talking, Leng Buding Murong Yan reached out, and immediately took her to herself. The left wolf screamed, and Murong Yan laughed. After she laughed, she suddenly rubbed her head vigorously, then lowered her head, and gave a strong kiss on her forehead.

The left Canglang stayed completely. When Murong Yan waved and threw her back to herself, he suddenly rushed and said, "Follow!"

The nose seemed to still be fragrant with the fragrance of his clothing, and his kiss marks were hot in the forehead. Zuo Canglang hurried to keep up, and she tried to hold herself tightly in the reins, like the rolling hills in her heart.

She got a kiss from him. From then on, the northwestern land will no longer be desolate, and the eight deserts will not be changed for thousands of miles.