After taking care of this matter, he immediately returned to the mountain. By this time, it was completely dark.
"Who?" As soon as he went up the mountain, he smelled a dangerous scent. There seemed to be countless ferocious cheetahs lurking in the darkness.
He drew his sword and was about to make a move when he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing past him and felt a burning pain in his ear.
The training eagle subconsciously reached out to touch it, and felt something cold and sticky: "Fuck, if you dare to hurt your grandpa, I will capture you, castrate you alive, and then cut you into pieces!"
Xin Jifeng looked at him in the dark and snorted disdainfully, but did not answer. He just drew his sword ghostly again.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Training Eagle increased his vigilance and blocked several of Xin Jifeng's attacks, but he still failed to dodge a few.
His chest, thighs and arms were covered with paint in many places. The wounds were not big but the bones were deep enough. Blood spurted out along the wounds.
"Who are you?" Surprised that he was no match for the sneak attacker, the training eagle dodged to delay, while quietly touching behind him, intending to tip off the real princess on the mountain.
How could Xin Jifeng give Falcon a chance? He attacked with a sharp move, and then the sword in his hand strangely lifted up and stabbed Falcon in the throat.
"You...I..." Falcon opened his eyes in disbelief and fell to the ground dead.
Until his death, he kept his hands on his waist, clutching the signal flare in his hand.
Xin Jifeng looked at the falcon lying on the ground and waved his hand. Another shadow guard following him immediately stepped forward and put his hand on the falcon's neck.
After a moment, he stood up and reported: "He's dead."
"Bury it on the spot. Then you lurk here and wait for the army to arrive. I will go up the mountain to monitor. Remember, there must be no mistakes before the army arrives, or let them discover our existence." Xin Jifeng explained, and then
He disappeared into the night sky.
On the mountain, the wind suddenly blew.
Zheng Yu, who was preparing his luggage to go down the mountain, suddenly stopped, looked in the direction of the wind, and immediately narrowed his eyes dangerously: "The smell of blood... You haven't come back from training the falcon yet? No wait, Your Majesty and I
Lead the eagle team and leave first, you stay and wait for the training of the eagles, and then catch up."
The real princess became nervous because of Zheng Yu's attitude and hurriedly jumped on the horse: "Meet you at Liuzhen ahead, we will wait for you for an hour. If not, we will meet at the border."
"No." The hundreds of people that the true princess had just assembled knelt down to accept the order.
Zheng Yu immediately jumped on his horse, and together with the real princess, he quickly led the eagle team down the mountain.
"Not good!" Xin Jiefeng, who was driving up the mountain, suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves going down the mountain. He was startled and immediately stepped on the top of the tree and flew down, galloping away.
In the moonlight, they saw two horses approaching the foot of the mountain, one behind the other. Judging from their backs, there was no doubt that they were the real princess and Zheng Yu.
"Damn it, I still let the real princess escape after all..." Seeing that he could not catch up, Xin Jiefeng reluctantly took out the hidden weapon and sent it away with a flick of his wrist.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the concealed weapon was slightly moved an inch.
"Your Majesty, be careful!" The assassin accompanying him discovered the hidden weapon and wanted to block it, but he was a step too late.
"Ah..." A scream was heard, and the real princess was covering her arm, with blood flowing out from between her fingers.
"Sure enough, there are people chasing after her, and it's all the tail brought by that damn Ye Zixuan!" Zheng Yu was furious, jumped up neatly and landed on the real princess's horse, pointed in the direction behind him, and fired three shots in a row.
