Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

So he opened the iron fence and dragged Tong Sinian up.

And Tong Sinian had no consciousness at all, almost only a breath left. After being dragged up by him, he fell on the icy ground, and heavy snow fell on him, and he seemed to not feel the cold anymore.

Ulun gritted his teeth and said: "If it weren't for you to make trouble, we wouldn't be defeated."

"..."

"When I get out alive, I must--"

At this moment, behind the dark mountain wall, a familiar voice came: "Big Brother, why should I embarrass such a seriously injured person?"

"...!"

As soon as he heard this sound, Ulun's whole body palpitated as if he had been pricked by a needle. He turned around and saw a familiar silhouette slowly coming out of the night.

No one else, it was Ji Santing who disappeared inexplicably during the Battle of the Canyon.

At this moment, he slowly walked over with his knife in one hand.

The flames in the distance reflected his clear outline, as well as his eyes, with a bit of complicated light. When looking at Ulun, he showed a lot of struggle and hesitation. Then he looked at the unconscious Tong in the dungeon. In Sinian, it is even more heavy.

If it hadn't been just now, he had withdrawn from the battle circle, and followed Wulun silently along the way. I was afraid that the people from the court would turn this hot moon over and could not find Tong Sinian.

He said: "Brother, let him go."

"Season-Three-Stop!"

Ulun bit his name out of his teeth, almost wishing to tear him apart.

He bitterly said: "Sure enough, you are rebellious!"

"..."

"Sure enough, you betrayed us!"

Ji Santing was silent for a while, and then said: "I wanted to leave Hot Moon Bend, so let's not pass it. In that way, we would be regarded as owe nothing to each other. But brother, you alone refused to let me go."

"..."

"Not only don't let me go, even Xue Ling, you all have to drag her into the water."

"..."

"At this point, the little brother is too—have no choice."

"No choice?"

After repeating these four words, Ulun laughed wildly.

After laughing, he pointed to Ji Santing abruptly, his eyes flushed red: "Don't forget, the Xue family wanted to kill you at the beginning, but we took you in, but now, you will take revenge!"

Hearing this, Ji Santing was silent for a while.

No matter how just and awe-inspiring what he did, he still felt guilty in the face of Ulun.

What he did today is not a hero.

Thinking of this, Ji Santing gritted his teeth and said: "Big Brother, I know I'm sorry for you, but sooner or later you will lose today."

"..."

"The Emperor of the Yan Kingdom wants to open the gate of the Northwest and trade with the Western Regions. You are looting the past caravans here. They can't ignore it. I told you very clearly when I wanted to leave Hot Moon Bend. This road cannot go all the way to darkness, otherwise—"

"shit!"

Ulun waved his hand, gritted his teeth and looked at him, and said: "I only ask you now, do you have to force me?"

Ji Santing was silent for a while, and said: "I just didn't work with the people from the captain's mansion in that gorge, but there is still room."

"..."

"Big brother, you—you go."

Having said that, he lowered his head and turned sideways to make way.

Wulun grinned, but said: "I want to go, but not like this."

"..."

"I must take this person away. He is my amulet."

He said, pointing at Tong Sinian who was lying on the ground.

Ji Santing's expression changed, and he immediately said, "No!"

"what?"

"He has been injured like this by you. If you must drag him out, you will kill him."

"What does it have to do with you to take his life?"

Ulun darkened his face and said, "Do you have to die for a stranger?"

Ji Santing was silent for a while and said: "Brother, if you escape alone, they won't be able to catch you if they can't catch you. But if you have to take this person-he is the brother of the noble concubine Yan Guo. If you must bring him, I'm afraid Yan Kingdom digs three feet up and down, and I must find you."

"..."

"At that time, he is not your amulet, but your life-saving charm!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Ulun waved his hand and said fiercely, "What does he have to do with you? I'm afraid--"

Having said that, he turned his head and glanced at the unconscious Tong Sinian who was lying on the ground, and sneered: "He is also your amulet."

This made Ji Santing's breath sink.

He did not speak.

Ulun grinned and said, "You can only get his life back if you save him, right?"

Ji Santing was silent for a while before he said, "After saving him, I can change my life in front of Emperor Yan Guo."

"really."

Ulun said, "If this is the case, why should I let you live instead of me?"

Ji San stopped and said: "I live, I let him live. But you live, but you want him to die."

"..."

"Such a person,"

He said, looking at Tong Sinian on the ground, especially seeing his **** and horrible broken wrist, and said: "I respect such a strong man and hope that he can live."

Murderous intent suddenly appeared in Ulun's eyes.

He said: "Then, it depends on whether you can survive my knife!"

After speaking, he raised his broadsword and moved towards Ji San stopped killing.

Although Ji Santing was talking to him, he did not relax his energy. Seeing Ulun rushing forward like a hungry tiger, he ducked away from his sharp blade, but Ulun did not give up, waving the big knife in his hand. , Swipe a few knives, and take him straight to the point.

Ji Santing can only do it but seems to not bear it.

Just keep dodge.

The big sword in Wulun's hand is a refined iron tool from the Western Regions. It is radiant with cold light and is extremely hard. Each knife cuts through the air and slashes on the hard rock next to it. Sparks are generated. The gravel splashes in the air and hits their faces. It was painful and cold.

Ji Santing still dodges blindly.

Knowing that he didn't dare to confront him head-on, Ulun became more arrogant and forced him to a dead end.

Ji San stopped and couldn't retreat, and could only block his blow with a horizontal knife.

The two knives fought in the air, sparks flew everywhere.

Ulun's hands continued to use force, pushing down the big sword, but Ji Santing was better than his dexterous figure, and it was absolutely not Ulun's opponent.

At this moment, the blades of the two knives crossed, making a harsh sound. Little by little, he was pressed down by Ulun, and his back directly hit the cold mountain wall.

The chill made him shiver.

Slightly loosening his hand, Ulun's blade was already close to his neck, and only a little more distance would be able to separate his throat!

Ji Santing's eyes were red.

Ulun laughed wildly: "Hahaha, you accept your fate!"