First Emperor’s Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

Jingle, sparks shot in.

Daoying and Yuanhong kept colliding in the dust, and the eighteen Yanyun cavalry seemed to be tireless.

From eighteen corners, every position, attack.

Blood splatters from time to time.

In the interrogation room, Ling Zhou's swordsmanship carried a killing intent.

These Yanyun cavalry, old years.

They were all bloody cavalry who fought against the Huns.

The fighting style is brutal.

Muscle strength is extremely strong.

The indigo-colored cold knife in his hand, every time he strikes, he slashes.

On the handle of the knife, there is a fierce force.

Filled with outrageous destructive power.

The blade is wide and thick, and the sword qi slightly spreads to the surrounding rocks, which will cause huge damage.

The rock was terrifying, and the falling rocks were rolling.

Eighteen Yanyun cavalry, like maggots attached to bones.

Lock the position of Gai Nie as the central area of ​​the attack.

The endless sword shadow storm filled the air.

Relying on the walls around the valley.

Every time after fighting with Yuanhong, he was repelled by the Sword Saint.

The figure adjusted its angle in mid-air.

Put your feet on the rock wall.

Through the force of the anti-shock, he attacked again and stepped forward.

I don't know, tired.

Half an hour later.

As the last eighteen sword beams passed by, the cold light flickered.

puff

Blood spilled out in the air.

Ghost Valley Sword Saint, the pure white sword robe that used to be spotless.

In an instant.

soaked in blood.

The dark red blood color, like a virus, spreads rapidly.

In the end, it took over half of the body.

turned into blood.

Gai 400 Nie got down on one knee.

Standing with a sword.

He lowered his head, his black hair was loosely scattered.

There were wounds all over the robe.

Blood dripping.

Around him, Yan Yun's eighteen riders stopped moving and stopped to look.

On their black clothes, there are also wounds, deep bones and blood.

The breath is a little messy.

When walking, because of the severe scars, the pace is messy.

However, the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were summoned by Fantong.

So, you can heal yourself.

Now, after the injury, the scar starts to slowly heal itself.

After a while, it will heal on its own.

Ying Lan paced and came to the front of Genie.

A strange look flashed in his expression.

Although he was victorious, there was no joy of victory in his eyes.

Instead, it's a little heavy.

Because this is a battle of last resort.

"Tao is different, not conspiracy. 19

"His Royal Highness Yinglan, if there is a chance in the future, I hope you...don't let the world down...

The sound is subtle, low and inaudible.

Hear the words of Genie Jiangqin.

In the words, there is an exhortation and hope for oneself.

Yinglan stood solemnly.

"Yinglan, remember!"

Ying Yuan bowed slightly to the Ghost Valley Sword Saint in front of him.

Give yourself (baci) the highest respect.

Gai Nie's figure gradually became cold, and he lost his breath.

moment.

Perceiving the sight in front of him, Gai Nie was already breathing silently, behind his icy body.

Ying Lan sighed softly.

Knowing this, a generation of swordsmen who played a pivotal role in the history of Daqin.

Now, it has fallen.

Moreover, he was killed by himself personally led the team.

A bit of sadness, and loneliness, overflowing in my heart.

However, everything is helpless.

As a member of the imperial royal family, the princess of Daqin.

Yinglan will not let it go, such a peerless swordsman who is hostile to the empire.

Move and survive in the world. Because the threat is too great, too great.

Yinglan turned around and instructed the Yanyun cavalry.

"Bury him, erect a monument here, and engrave the name of Ghost Valley Swordsman,

"promise!"

Yanyun's cavalry took orders and stepped forward.

Looking at the corpse of the Ghost Valley Sword Saint in front of him.

There was also respect in their eyes.

This is a very powerful swordsman.

With just one person, eighteen of them were spent here for nearly half an hour.

And, Yuan Hong, carved many sword wounds on their bodies.

To this day, the wound is still aching.

Ling's sword energy was like poison.

Diffuse at the location of the wound, never dissipated.

Enough to see the terrifying Ghost Valley Juggernaut.

His swordsmanship has reached the concept of "cutting", not just an attack.

Ying Yuan understands.

Ghost Valley Sword Saint, in fact, did not lose in their hands.

Instead, he was lost in the world and his own obsessions.

Obsession and so-called responsibility dragged him down and dragged him forward.

otherwise.

Although here, Yan Yun's eighteen cavalry ambush and kill the formation.

However, if he desperately breaks through.

There is no chance of life.

only.

He, in the end, gave up.

The great sword of the world that he tempered, tried to rely on himself alone.

Alone, with a sword, against the general trend of the world.

After all, it is impossible for the crocodile lizard to shake the tree.

In front of the heavy barrier of reality, it collided and shattered.

At this time, in Ying Yuan's mind, the voice of the traditional reminder came.

[Ding! The host makes a choice and kills Gai Nie! Reward the guardian: Fairy Zixia!)

[Fairy Zixia has already descended on this plane, please go and look for it!”

Next.

In the traditional display, give Yinglan a place to mark the rhyme.

It shows the location of Fairy Zixia.

When Ying Lan heard this prompt, her expression lifted.

At this moment, my heart is a little excited.

Next, you can meet the goddess of your dreams.

Yinglan was a little excited.

After Gai Nie's sword monument was erected.

Ying Lan led the team and left the mountain shell where the Ghost Valley Sword Saint was buried.

After Yinglan and the others left.

Inside the mountain shell, jackdaws chirped on the branches.

ga-ga-ga-ga-ga

Empty and cold.

Leaves flutter.

In the past, there was a valley where the Ghost Valley Sword Saint lived, and after that, no one would ever visit it again.

Yinglan followed the path in memory and came to the end of a cliff, the breeze was blowing, and the moonlight filled the air.

At the end of the cliff, a woman in a purple dress with immortal air flutters, like a fairy descending.

- Double golden lotus, standing on the top of the cliff.

Carry the Moonlight Sword.

The face is light and cold.

Like a fairy who has been left behind in the world, she can be seen from a distance but not in front of her.

Bright eyes and white teeth, slender neck, like a rhythm of water hibiscus, beautiful and peerless.

Wearing a purple dress, immortal air flutters.

In the moonlight, a light purple moonlight mist entwines.

The fragrance of hundreds of flowers permeates the whole body, and the mundane dust cannot occupy half an inch of the surrounding space.

Beautiful, arrogant, and unsullied.

The purple dress, Aya Luo brocade, fluttered gently in the breeze.

His face is as bright as the moonlight.

The beautiful are not like real people at all.

Gives a very dreamy feeling.

Ice muscle jade bone, almost perfect.

The graceful jade body, slender and colorful, is shrouded in splendor.

It is like standing in the Guanghan Palace, holy and distant, making people feel that they can never be approached.

"This one is Fairy Zixia!

At the first sight of her, Yinglan had this idea.

Not just because of the telepathy between the Guardian and the Master.

It is even more because this soul-sucking devil face has an immortal aura that cannot be invaded.

As if, not the existence that this world should appear.

But, apparently, now, she is her own guardian!

Ying Lan chuckled lightly.

With such a beautiful protector, I am afraid that anyone can't help but smile in their hearts.

This was the first time, after he transformed into an imperial princess.

For a being, there is such a strong desire in the heart.

The more beautiful and proud.

I can't help it, the more I want to...

At this time, Fairy Zixia opened her eyes, turned her face, and looked at Yingyuan with her beautiful purple eyes.

Immediately, Jinlian stepped out.

At the position where she landed, the moonlight flickered brightly, and the purple mist filled the air.

In a moment, he has come to Yinglan,

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