Golden swords and iron horses, wars are rising everywhere.
Among the fierce army of Dongyue, there was an extremely luxurious snow-silver carriage. The bead curtain made a crisp and pleasant sound, but unfortunately it was covered by the sound of war.
"Miss, there is the army of Jin Liguo in front of him." The maid whispered in front of the curtain of the car.
The woman in the carriage was covered with snow-colored clouds and her beautiful hair scattered like seaweed. Her beautiful appearance was a little more charming and charming than before. A trace of resentment and ruthlessness flashed through her glass-colored eyes.
"Is it Chen and Dongfang Jingao?" Her voice was still full of ears, extremely wonderful.
"Yes, Miss." Yilan replied.
"Are the people from Yan Dian coming?" Luo Wanqing's voice suddenly changed, sharp and harsh.
"Here we come." Yilan frowned worriedly.
Luo Wanqing's eyes were full of ruthlessness, her eyes were filled with blood, and her delicate nails pierced the corners of her clothes.
"Can the shadow of the cold moon come?"
"It is unknown for the time being, there is no sign of the black wooden carriage, nor is there the logo." Yilan replied with her head down, she didn't want the lady to continue to take revenge.
After a long time, Luo Wanqing calmed down. After hesitating for a long time, he asked again: "Ye Chen... is he here?"
"...It's unknown for the time being." Yilan's head was buried lower. If the lady was alive for revenge, then the only thing left in her heart was Ye Chen.
With a bang, Luo Wanqing broke a cup and the fragments lay down innocently.
"Why not come?! Who is coming to Yandian?!"
"Miss, please calm down. Two hall masters have come to Yan Dian, and... Wuxin." Yilan hurriedly said that the lady and Wuxin have been in a grudge for a long time. Although Wuxin's cultivation is not good, it is not easy to kill.
"Wuxin?" Luo Wanqing sneered. She didn't hate Wuxin very much now. Unfortunately, Wuxin is the sharp blade of Han Yueqiongying and must die!
Suddenly, the sound of trumpets, drum beats, and the roar of beasts were shocking and deafening.
With a loud rumbling sound, a corner of the city tower collapsed.
The two armies fought, and there was a bloody storm.
Luo Wanqing stood on the roof of the carriage, watching the wars and fights, no matter how much blood was, she could not extinguish the hatred in her heart.
Up the city tower.
Wu Xin was wearing a black gauze dress and wearing a veil, with a cold and beautiful eyes. When he saw Luo Wanqing who was as proud as before, he couldn't help but sneer. Luo Wanqing was indeed here.
Wuxin picked up the bow and arrow next to him, pulled the bow, shot the arrow, and finished it in one go.
With a whoosh, the feather arrow passed through the battlefield and flew towards Luo Wanqing's eyebrows.
"The archery technique is good, but it's too arrogant." Luo Wanqing turned sideways, stretched out her hand, clamped the feather arrow with her two fingers, and there was a hint of cold sarcasm at the corner of her water-colored lips.
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Wanqing's face changed suddenly, and her fair and flawless jade hands were covered with black lines.
The arrow is poisonous!
Luo Wanqing threw the feather arrow suddenly and looked at Wu Xin in the distance angrily, capturing Wu Xin's sarcastic and contemptuous look.
"Luo Wanqing is still the same arrogant." Wuxin curled his lips, took out a small white porcelain bottle, and dragged it on the palm of his hand.
This is the antidote. If you have the ability, come and get it.
Luo Wanqing understood Wuxin's meaning, and her heart suddenly became angry. Seeing the black lines on her palms and constantly extending to her arms, she finally felt a little panicked.
Wuxin played with the porcelain bottle leisurely. If you were not careful, the porcelain bottle would fall down the city tower and break, and then the trampled corpse would remain.
"Wuxin, today is your death!" Luo Wanqing pulled out the Bing Yi sword from her waist and flew up.