"Yes." This time, Zhao Yusheng did not dare to delay. He turned around and waved, "Brothers, let's go!"
The people in front made way, and the injured brother quickly followed Zhao Yusheng on horseback.
Other brothers, be ready for battle at any time.
"Dad." Feng Jiuer turned her head and looked at Feng Li beside her.
"It's too late." Feng Li responded calmly.
A strong wind came and blew everyone's hair and clothes.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger. If the person sitting on the horse is not strong enough, he may be blown directly to the ground.
Feng Li frowned and turned his gaze to look at the hills beside him.
I saw a beautiful man standing on a boulder, looking down at the people in the mountain stream.
The mountain breeze in late autumn was a bit chilly, but after the man in white appeared, the surrounding area instantly became icy cold.
Feng Qiongcang is also a rare handsome man with exquisite facial features, tall figure and majestic air.
Age is a mystery to him.
"Jiu'er, go back with your father!" Feng Qiongcang's gaze swept across Feng Li and landed on Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiuer frowned, held the horse's rope, and protected Feng Li with Zhan Qingcheng.
"I won't go back with you, let everyone go." Feng Jiuer responded softly.
"You have to use your willfulness to let everyone here be buried with you!" Feng Qiongcang's eyes darkened, and the air around him seemed to be frozen.
"We are not afraid of death. If we want to go together, we will stay together!" Qiao Mu said coldly, staring at the man above.
Suddenly, a gust of palm wind struck.
With a "boom" sound, a huge boulder exploded wherever the palm wind reached.
"Stinky girl, it's not your turn to talk here!" Hanying snorted coldly and landed next to Feng Qiongcang.
Han Ying's palm wind cannot be ignored. Even if Qiao Mu dodged in time, his aura was still quite chaotic.
In order not to worry Feng Jiu'er, she swallowed back the turbid blood in her mouth.
"Qiao Mu." Feng Jiuer looked back.
"I'm fine!" Qiao Mu shook his head, still looking at the person above him with his head held high.
"Jiu'er, you don't need a mother-in-law. Even if all of us die here today, I won't leave you alone."
"I'm afraid, they don't intend to let us leave either." Mu Mu looked at Feng Qiongcang, his beautiful eyes, and frowned slightly.
"Since you are not afraid of death, let's start with you!" Han Ying looked at Qiao Mu with cold eyes, suddenly jumped up and approached.
Qiao Mu grasped the silver gun tightly and jumped up.
At the same time, Jian Yi also approached with a sword.
In an instant, the three entangled people landed on the hill on the other side and fought fiercely.
"Jiu'er, my father will ask you one more question..."
"Take action!" Before Feng Qiongcang finished speaking, Zhan Qingcheng interrupted in a deep voice.
Feng Jiuer frowned and immediately grasped Zhan Qingcheng's hand.
She looked back at him and shook her head.
No! She couldn't let Uncle Nine Emperors take action until the last moment!
Feng Qiongcang met Zhan Qingcheng's gaze and curled her lips slightly.
"Prince God of War of Beimu Kingdom? It's a pity that he can only be buried in the Phoenix Clan today."
His eyes swept over Feng Li, and Feng Qiongcang shook his head.
"You two, one of you has lost all your martial arts skills, the other has been seriously injured, and you don't even have the ability to protect yourself. Are you still trying to protect me, Jiu'er?"
With a "pop" sound, Qiao Mu was hit by Han Ying's palm, and his body fell instantly.
Long Shiyi flew up and picked her up in his arms.
"Don't worry about me." Qiao Mu grabbed Long Shiyi's collar. Before he could finish what he wanted to say, a mouthful of turbid blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Looking back at Qiao Mu, Feng Jiuer closed her eyes, turned around, and her eyes fell on Feng Qiongcang again.
She held Zhan Qingcheng tightly, partly because she wanted to suppress the man's anger, but partly because she felt distressed.
"I don't need anyone to protect me. Let everyone go and I will go back with you."
"Jiu'er must go back with his father today, but no one here can even think of leaving!"
Feng Qiongcang snorted coldly and waved his hand, causing screams from behind the team.
Several brothers on horseback who had no time to react were knocked to the ground by the strong wind. Several horses were injured and could not climb up.
Feng Jiuer's grip on Zhan Qingcheng tightened a bit.
Feng Qiongcang met her stubborn gaze, closed his eyes, and sighed lightly.
Opening his eyes and taking a look at Feng Jiu'er, his eyes fell on Feng Li.
"It seems that even if he doesn't die, you won't want to listen to my father, right?"
"No!" Feng Jiu'er opened her arms and stared at Feng Qiongcang, "You can't hurt him!"
The little girl who originally wanted to stand in front of Feng Li, now even her Nine Emperors Uncle has been blocked by her.
Suddenly, a whirlwind rose from behind, and Feng Jiuer looked back.
But the man on horseback behind him had disappeared.
On the hill, there is a black figure.
He is stunningly beautiful, cold, arrogant, and noble, just like a god.
Even though there was a national soldier standing next to Zhan Qingcheng, Feng Qiongcang, who was equally beautiful and exquisite, also dimmed a lot in front of Zhan Qingcheng.
Zhan Qingcheng's royal aura was stronger than that of Feng Qiongcang, as if, in front of him, Feng Qiongcang was just a minister.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you can't!" Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, jumped, and landed firmly next to Zhan Qingcheng.
Her speed is so fast that everyone who sees it is amazed.
"Take him away." Zhan Qingcheng turned his head to look at Mu Mu and said in a deep voice.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's sleeve, fearing that he would be angry.
When Mu Mu wanted to take Feng Li away, Feng Qiongcang frowned and jumped up.
"Where to go?"
The sound is still lingering on the hill, but the others have disappeared.
Feng Jiuer reacted suddenly, immediately let go of Zhan Qingcheng, and chased after him.
Both of them are extremely fast, and most people can't even see them.
"Dad, be careful!"
Feng Jiu'er only heard a low cry. Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound, the ground shook, and no one could see what was going on ahead.
Hanying pushed the sword away with a palm of his hand and immediately turned back.
But before she came over, Mu Mu took advantage of the chaos and took Feng Li away from the battle circle. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Not far away, two people standing face to face not far apart suddenly turned pale.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer's shrill voice echoed throughout the valley.
He took action anyway, and she couldn't even stop him in time.
Looking at Zhan Qingcheng's tall back, Feng Jiuer even heard the sound of her heart breaking.
Forced back several steps by the strong airflow, she took a deep breath and ran forward regardless of everything.
Just now, she was going to help her father block Feng Qiongcang's palm, but she didn't expect that she was thrown out of the battle ring with a light body.
He used the last of his true energy to block Feng Qiongcang's hand for her and her father's sake.
