Immortal Voices

After the corpse worms, only a skeleton with white remains was left.

The empty eyes seemed like a weird abyss, letting people see it at first glance. There was an illusion that it was sucked into the darkness and could no longer be pulled out.

The few legs who were still alive had softened their legs, and cold sweat fell down.

These terrible methods of death happened under their eyes, and the crit they caused was not as simple as one plus one.

Someone took the lead in returning to God and ran away, only hating father and mother to have two fewer legs.

Seeing them leaving, Bai Shi and others looked at Rong Xian, waiting for Rong Xian's order.

Rong Xian's look remained unchanged, raising his hand lightly, and a sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The color on the scabbard was dim, and it looked even more rusty.

Rong Xian easily pulled out his sword, and the cold sword light was reflected in the eyes of everyone. An inexplicable chill came from all directions, making people look confused, trying to escape the world covered by sword light.

But before they escaped the sword light, they were already in darkness.

Just a sword, all of them had their throats severed.

That sword was too fast, time passed, space passed.

As if her sword hadn't been sheathed yet, the enemy had died under her sword.

Stunning as if not all on earth.

There was a dead silence in the field, and even some of the powers secretly attracted could not help but dazzle.

They have an inexplicable feeling that they are not only inherited from Fu Yuhuang, but also Emperor Jian.

However, the Emperor Emperor hid so deeply that it was unbearable today.

Rong Xian threw the sword carelessly, and after realizing the attention from others, she tilted her head slightly and rushed at a few people to show a pure smile, soft and soft: "Scared you?"

She had a faint scent of medicinal herbs, and her eyebrows were calm. Even when she killed, it seemed that she was only holding up a leaf and a petal, and her breath remained unchanged.

It was indifference and spectator to life.

Seeing that the people around her didn't answer, Rong Xian frowned slightly, as if she was annoyed that she really scared people.

"Sorry." Her tone was elegant and humble, but her pure eyes were gentle and alienated. The lingering distance was clear and straightforward to tell everyone, she just perfunctory.

Bai Shi took the lead in returning to God. He looked at Rong Xian with a complex look and couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, why is your sword skills so good, the minister has never seen you practice swords."

More importantly, Her Majesty was nothing like a sword repair.

What does Jian Xiu look like?

When everyone mentioned Jianxiu, the first thing that came to mind was the unique temperament of Jiandi.

In other words, the sword emperor is not a person, but a sword.

He gave everyone a fixed impression of Jian Xiu in their hearts.

As if the ice lotus slowly blooming in the snow that has been perennial on the top of the mountain, it is lonely and cold, and cold-hearted.

It is like the arrogance of standing at the highest point in the world after the volley climbs to the top, and the world's unparalleled ability that no one can match.

However, Rong Xian did not have the characteristics of the sword.

Sometimes she looks like a doctor, because of the gentle compassion between her eyebrows and the faint scent of medicine that persists all year round.

Sometimes she resembles an emperor, because she looks indifferent to killing, raising her hands to the noble grace of her feet.

Sometimes she looks like a child, and her pure eyes always carry strong curiosity and vitality, and occasionally there are some pranks that make people laugh and cry.

But no matter what she looks like, it's not like Jianxiu.

Even though she had been haunted by a strong sword spirit all over her, she still didn't look like a sword repair at all.

Rong Xian took everyone's look into the eyes, she lowered her eyes, and said solemnly, "I practice sword every day."

Hua Yan and others: "..." Your Majesty, don't donkey us.

Relying quietly, "Slave never saw His Majesty practicing sword."

Rong Xian blinked, and then came over and said with a good voice: "When I was practicing the word, I was practicing sword."

Bai Shi et al :! !!

Can I practice as a sword?

Your Majesty Are you kidding me?

She paused with a look of amazement, such as the Master Shiba, who looked at it with a look of comprehension, and was very straightforward: "Of course, you ca n’t understand me. It is normal, after all, there are not many smart people in this world, most of them are Mediocre and stupid. "

Rong Xian slightly revealed a smile like spring weather and rain, and thoughtfully said, "In fact, you can be said to be smart people among the fools. Do you feel much better in your heart?"

In two sentences, the group laughed at everyone.

Bai Shi and others: "..."

They have all the hearts they want to commit. Where can they come to comfort!

Rong Xian's eyes fell on the surrounding corpses, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he sighed remarkably: "So many corpses are too wasteful to display."

Immediately, Rong Xian's eyes lightened, and his tone was faint like Baishuidao: "When the news came out, he said that he had suffered an ambush and was seriously injured. Su Qing, collected these corpses and sent them to Ganjing. He immediately passed the order back to Ganjing and ordered The Dianke Department sent two dians to take the corpses to the Daxia dynasty to make an explanation for the ambush of Bei Zhao and Xi Jiang. "

As the voice fell, Rong Xian's eyes flashed with gold, and the dragon's spirit turned into a volume of imperial levitation suspended in the air.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and a sense of loneliness and sadness spread, as if she had been wronged.

Rong Xian lowered his eyes, the curvature of his mouth meant that the meaning of the arc was unknown, and the tone was categorical: "Zhao and Jiang are deceiving people too much. If the two countries don't give an explanation to Rong and Rong, this will never be good."

As for whether these bodies were from Zhao or Jiang, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the assassination of her by the two countries is indeed something, even if it is not.

With this assassination, no matter who came from the forces, they can only be from Zhao and Jiang.

Since Daxia kept silent from the war between Rong Guo and Zhao Guo three years ago, now, three years later, the war between the Three Kingdoms has been silent.

These bodies are the bans that Rong Xian gave Da Xia.

If Xia Zi wants to interfere in the Three Kingdoms War, or mediate with the mud to mediate, that's fine, but you must first look at these corpses before giving her a statement that she can accept.

Su Xuan bowed and said, "Noah."

He took a step forward, swiped his palm, swept across the field with frost, and the corpses on the ground disappeared.

He stretched out his palm, a humble storage space.

Su Xuanyang threw out the storage space, and a person with no face in a black robe emerged out of thin air. The mysterious man's black robe drew the sword's logo with dark golden silk.

He picked up the storage space, and the imperial condensate formed by the suspended dragon air fell directly into the man's hand.

The Xuanpao man stood in the air, bent over towards Rong Xian to show respect, and fluttered in shape, disappearing directly in front of everyone.

Except for Su Xuan, Bai Shi's face changed.

Just looking at the sign on the man's robe will make one clear about the person's identity and visit the Secretary.