Mo Qian's white clothes in Xiling were stained with dust, but he still did not conceal his elegant and elegant demeanor.
On the edge of the stream, on the rocky slope, he was riding high on a white horse. The long sword in his hand was stained with blood, which kept dripping into the flowing water next to it, blending and disappearing.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl opposite, staring deeply at her, his eyes were full of light, but his face was expressionless.
Why would such a person stand beside Bei Chenyan and become his enemy?
But the loss of consciousness and confusion only lasted for a moment and passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiling Mo Qian suddenly smiled, as gentle, elegant and charming as ever. He slowly raised his sword towards Ling Xiyue and said in two words, "Get out of the way."
"Do you think it's possible?" Ling Xiyue twitched her red lips, reached behind her back, and pulled out a silver frame with her hand.
With a flick of his hand, the skeleton "clang" untied and instantly turned into a full-body crossbow. It can be said to be an ingenious work!
The silver crossbow arrow moved slowly, facing Xiling Mo Qian's heart.
When you get into trouble, you want to run away. How can anything in this world be so cheap?
"Thousand-Ji Repeating Crossbow!"
Old Qi's face changed color.
In the Shenji Pavilion, there is the seventh-ranked magic weapon on the list of magic weapons!
A foldable powerful crossbow with seven rounds that can break turtle shells and armor!
He always thought that such a magical weapon was just used by Shenji Pavilion as a gimmick for external publicity. Unexpectedly, it actually existed and appeared in Ling Xiyue's hands!
In fact, from a layman's perspective, the thing in Ling Xiyue's hand is very similar to a pistol. Except that the range and speed are far inferior to the pistol, the power and accuracy are no weaker than ordinary pistols.
If Xiling Mo Qian was at his peak, he might still be able to avoid it, but he is also seriously injured now...
"No one has tried this thing yet. I wonder if His Highness Prince Ding is willing to be the first." Ling Xiyue's lips parted in a cold-blooded arc, and the blood in her chest was boiling. In fact, she could no longer hold on.
Ling Xiyue was using this crossbow at this time. Regardless of whether it was accurate or not, she might not be able to withstand the recoil.
Over there, Beichenyan and the old man in gray robe were fighting fiercely.
Xiling Mo Qian is also making life and death decisions.
"Brother Mo Qian, be careful!"
Huangfu called in a shallow voice on that hilltop.
She was so anxious that she almost knelt on the ground, but across a deep canyon, she could only worry.
"My lord, this thing is not trivial!" Qi Laoyu immediately stepped forward to remind him anxiously, and even blocked it directly in front of Xiling Mo Qian. He planned to use himself to block it, but Xiling Mo Qian swung his sword away with an expressionless expression.
"Prince?" Mr. Qi looked back anxiously.
The canyon next to it was flowing straight down, pulling out a forest of white waterfalls, as if falling into an endless abyss, the bottom of which could not be seen at a glance.
The horse's hoof stepped on the sharp edge of the creek stone, as if if he accidentally slipped, he would fall into hell and never recover.
Xiling Mo Qian chuckled, looked into Ling Xiyue's eyes, and slowly moved to the canyon waterfall nearby, "I didn't expect that I, Xiling Mo Qian, would be in such a difficult situation today, but I still said the same thing, no
At the last moment, it is still unclear who will win."
As he spoke, he slowly looked at Ling Xiyue.
Ling Xiyue frowned slightly, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.
"Tell me, will this king be as lucky as you?" Xiling Mo Qian suddenly said this, accompanied by a faint and strange smile.
Ling Xiyue was stunned for a moment, and before she could realize what he meant, she heard a harsh hooting.
I saw Xiling Mo Qian whip out his whip and turn the horse's head!
He was actually facing straight, heading towards the abyss!
"Prince"
He shouted hoarsely.
"Brother Mo Qian, no, no!" The crazy scream, like the voice of a ghost, echoed in the deep ridge.
But he still couldn't stop Xiling Mo Qian's movements. His black hair was messy in the wind and flew towards his elegant and handsome face.
At this moment, that face was actually a bit strangely bright, even vaguely pervertedly excited.
"ah"
Huangfu Qianyu roared in pain.
Along with this sound, Xiling Mo Qian's war horse drew a beautiful arc over the waterfall. After rushing into the mist, it fell rapidly. In a few breaths, it turned into a black dot and was swept away.
Devoured by the endless abyss.
"Your Majesty!"
Wuyi Qi Lao and others followed and rushed to the edge of the rapids, looking down with scarlet eyes.
But where can I see any trace of people?
Ling Xiyue froze for a moment.
She didn't expect that Xiling Mo Qian would make such a crazy and decisive choice.
Although Ling Xiyue disagreed with many of Xiling Mo Qian's actions, she still recognized his abilities and strategies. Compared with being captured and trapped, such an ending was not a bad outcome for this generation of heroes.
Not a good ending.
At this time, she also understood the meaning of Xiling Mo Qian's words.
She fell from the top of the Western Mountain and narrowly escaped death. In the end, she was lucky enough to save her life. He is doing the same now.
But whether he made this choice to gamble on his chance of survival or for something else is unclear.
Death, surrender, or gambling on a slim chance of survival, Xiling Mo Qian chose the last option.
I have to say, he is also a lunatic!
"My lord..." Mr. Qi shook his head in pain.
After feeling sad for a while, Mr. Qi's eyes were firm, he looked at Ling Xiyue opposite, and said harshly, "I am really unwilling to lose at the hands of a yellow-haired girl like you, but even if I die today, I will never fall into this situation."
In your hands."
After saying this, he followed Xiling Mo Qian and jumped down into the canyon abyss!
Although he is cunning and sinister, Mr. Qi is also truly loyal to Xiling Mo Qian.
"Subordinates, we will follow the prince to the death!" Wu Yi and several other soldiers shouted in unison and jumped down one after another. The echoes were still lingering in the canyon, and they had completely disappeared into the darkness.
Ling Xiyue didn't stop her.
Because she really couldn't hold it anymore...
"Cough" her body went limp and she knelt on one knee. She couldn't even hold the silver crossbow in her hand and fell to the ground.
"Queen?" He Fei and others looked worried, but they were above the canyon and couldn't go down at this time, so they could only worry.
Ling Xiyue lowered her hands, trying her best to adjust her condition, while waving her hands to indicate that she was fine.
"Ling Xiyue, you killed brother Mo Qian, I want you to pay with your life!"
Huangfu Qianyu went crazy and raised his hand to tear his hair.
As she said that, she was about to rush towards the canyon below, but was intercepted by two servants in gray clothes behind her, one on the left and the other on the right.
The old man in gray robe who was fighting against Bei Chenyan frowned when he saw Huangfu Qianyu's sad and crazy scene.
Even the people he said he wanted to protect actually dared to kill them all!
For a moment, he felt cruel in his heart.xdw8
"You are looking for death!" The old man in gray robe was covered in air waves, and a strong wind was set off all around him.
Bei Chenyan was caught off guard. He was already injured and was knocked away.
There was a loud "boom" and it hit a pile of rocks.
The old man in gray robe turned his eyes and looked in Ling Xiyue's direction.
Bei Chenyan stood up and took a look. His eyes were cracked and he roared, "Xi Yue, hide quickly!"
As soon as Ling Xiyue raised her head, she felt an overwhelming air pressure approaching quickly, so much so that her breathing suddenly stopped. She was on the line between life and death!