The rapid air flow hit her face, lifting up her dusty green clothes. Her short hair, which was not very long, was wet with sweat, and stuck to her delicate face one by one.
But she didn't dare to stop at all. The thunderous sound of horse hooves in her ears kept beating her like a water-soaked whip, making her keep swinging the whip in vain.
The dragon horse hissed, red sweat could not stop flowing, its mouth was foaming, and it was almost running away.
"Princess Princess..."
At a certain moment, she seemed to have something, and couldn't help but look up. She felt the will coming like a substance, and great despair flashed through her heart.
Such a will that is as strong as substance must be at least the master level or above, right?
For a maid like me, those people actually dispatched such a master?!
"Princess Princess!"
The girl in green felt despair and lost control of her strength.
Finally, the dragon horse let out a mournful cry, broke all four hooves, and suddenly fell down, throwing its master to the ground.
"Ah Huang!"
The girl in green had grief in her eyes, but she had no time to comfort her beloved horse. Feeling the approaching sound of horse hooves, she bit the life-burning pill in her mouth and ran towards the city where the silhouette could be seen at the end of the official road.
She is not afraid of death, but she cannot die here.
"叏lvlv~"
The dragon and horse neighed, and several black-clothed swordsmen reined in their horses from a distance. Several of them seemed to be greatly frightened and fell directly off the horse. Fortunately, they had Qinggong and staggered to steady themselves.
"who?!"
The expressions of the swordsmen in black changed drastically...
Zheng~
The person in front of him felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He held a horizontal knife in his hand and looked into the distance with a horrified look on his face, and his hairs stood up.
Just a moment ago, he felt an extremely tyrannical will coming. In just a moment, several dragons and horses lost control, and his own eyesight went dark.
"Colonel Captain?"
The black-clothed swordsmen also noticed something and drew their swords one after another. They stood with their backs facing each other as if facing a formidable enemy.
"This is Thousand Miles Soul Locking?!"
The captain's heart was trembling. Even though the person he was chasing was not far in front of him, he seemed to have lost the courage to pursue him.
His martial arts skills are far higher than those of the people behind him, and he knows better what this means.
But how is this possible?!
How can it be?!
For a moment, he was horrified beyond words, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, he didn't dare to chase, and he didn't dare to retreat.
"Um?!"
The girl in green held a knife in her hand and was ready for a deadly fight as she ran. However, not long after, she noticed something strange.
Looking back, I saw that outside a few miles away, the pursuing soldiers had all stopped for some reason. They all felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, as if they felt something extremely frightening.
"Could it be?"
As soon as the thought came to her mind, she felt a thrill in her heart, and she was both surprised and happy.
Phew!
At this moment, she heard a long cry, and the sky was filled with cranes!
"White Crane with Red Eyes! Is it really him?!"
Looking at the white crane that fluttered its wings, the girl in green was pleasantly surprised, but the swordsmen in black outside Li Xu felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"Decapitating knife, Yang Yu!"
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
With the spread of major events, the name of the beheading knife is no longer limited to Qingzhou. It is also famous in Yunbai and Longyuan Dao.
This white crane with red eyes also became known to everyone.
Seeing the white crane swooping down in front of them, the Longyuan Guards became more and more alert, and the palms of the leaders were all wet.
Huhu~
The strong wind howled, blowing the grass and ashes on the road.
The black robe covers the body, and the facial features are not visible. It is Yang Yu who has descended his will on the living dead through the evil-suppressing seal. Looking at the group of people in front of the forest, he frowned slightly.
He had seen the girl in green twice. She was Yu Fengxian's maid, and those swordsmen in black were obviously Long Yuanwei.
Under what circumstances would Long Yuanwei's men dare to hunt down and kill the princess's maid?
only……
"Your Mightiness……"
Seeing that it was not the one they imagined, everyone in the Long Yuan Guard breathed a sigh of relief. The captain also regained his composure, but he did not dare to let down his guard and speak from a distance.
Yang Yu ignored him and looked at the maid in green:
"What happened?"
‘Jun Ma Ye?’
As if she noticed something, the girl in green relaxed her guard and said with a bitter expression:
"Zhang Lingfeng suddenly rebelled, imprisoned the old lady, and wanted to make himself king...I couldn't stop the young lady. The young lady left me and asked me to remain anonymous, but, but..."
Does Long Yuan Dao seize the direct descendant?
Yang Yu felt enlightened. In fact, he was not surprised. Not only him, but also the discerning people in Long Yuandao could have expected this result, but...
"Old prince, are you dead?"
The girl in green shook her head.
"No?"
Yang Yu's heart was slightly shaken.
After the death of the father, uncles and nephews competed for the throne. This was a common occurrence in the Ming Dynasty and even in the princely families of the past dynasties. However, there are very few cases in ancient and modern times where the father dared to take action before his death.
Everyone thought that Zhang Lingfeng would wait until the old prince passed away before launching an attack.
But he didn't expect that he would dare to risk the disapproval of the world and defeat his superiors, his mother, his nephew, and his father...
Is this when all the kings and clan members of the Zhang family died?
Or is there something else behind it?
While thinking in his mind, Yang Yu looked at Long Yuanwei, a swordsman who was in a dilemma inside and outside. He could not be a great master if he could be sent to hunt down a maid.
In fact, this captain was even worse than the Zhou Li he had seen back then. Not to mention himself, the living dead could be crushed to death with one hand.
"I'm at Longyuan Guard, Huozi Camp Xu Yiting. Who is your Excellency?"
Feeling the cold and biting gaze, the captain felt a chill in his heart, but he did not expect that the black-clothed servant mentioned in this intelligence report would have such a cold and powerful aura.
"We are following the order of King Longyuan to capture this beast. If you want to intervene, you must consider the consequences!"
A swordsman in black spoke in a deep voice. Before he could finish his words, Xu Yi stopped and slapped him to the ground. His heart beat like a drum and sweat appeared on his forehead:
"My subordinates don't understand the rules, don't blame me..."
Xu Yiting couldn't wait to turn around and kill that bastard subordinate. Wasn't this forcing him to take action?
If he and others were defeated, even if the royal palace was furious and sent troops to encircle and suppress them, would they still be able to come back to life?
"Long Yuan King, Long Yuan Guard, what a great name."
Yang Yu looked cold and didn't say much. He just waved his hand:
"Everyone, please?"
To go or not to go?
Xu Yi stopped breathing rapidly, and the palm holding the handle of the knife loosened and tightened, but he still sighed slumped, took the dragon and horse and walked towards Black Mountain City.
The aura of the person in front of him was cold and tyrannical, but if it was just that, he was not without the strength to fight. But looking at the strong bow on his back and the white crane hovering at low altitude, he still gave up the fight to the death.
With the combination of sharp archers and birds, there is no way to avoid or escape under the Grand Master...
…
…
"King Longyuan..."
In the room, Yang Yu felt silent in his heart as he looked at the Goddess of Land that turned into smoke and disappeared into the old man's body.
The nine princes of the Ten Lines and Nine Paths of the Ming Dynasty controlled nearly 60% of the elite troops of the Ming Dynasty and guarded the frontiers for the imperial court. They were extremely powerful. Throughout the past three thousand years, there have been countless emperors who were not as powerful as them.
Especially in this era of declining central government, its strength is even more terrifying.
Among Xu Wenji's ten directions for governing the country, the first one is to control the kings. In fact, the kings are more powerful than the powerful families and martial arts circles.
Therefore, when it comes to the battle to seize the direct descendants, those who are stronger than Wei Zhengxian can only go far away to the border and cannot come out. He is like this, and the same is true for 'Lin Qitian' and 'Fang Zhenghao' of Bai Erzhou.
If the Grand Master with a heavy army is like this, how can others be an exception?
"call!"
Breathing heavily, the old man slowly opened his eyes, tired and relieved:
"Success!"
"Successful."
Yang Yu smiled, but his heart sank. He would rather not succeed at this time.
The God of Land, as the name suggests, is not a god at all, but the land. In other words, he has no regrets when he makes a choice. Once he makes a choice, there is no room for regret.
"You need to get familiar with it first."
After gathering his thoughts, Yang Yu walked out of the house.
Not long after, the red-eyed white crane descended into the city. They saw Yang Yu slowly approaching with an expressionless face, and the faces of the swordsmen in black turned pale.
"Everyone..."
Yang Yu pulled a chair from the tea shop and sat on the long street, looking at the swordsmen of Long Yuanwei:
"Let's talk?"
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…
Huhu~
The warm river breeze blew across the bow deck at noon, blowing the red robe's long hair. On the deck, Yu Fengxian stood leaning on a knife and looked forward with cold eyes.
In the distance, there is the closed city gate, and in front of you are luxurious warships.
On the battleship, guests from the palace with powerful and powerful auras stood side by side, surrounded by the fat middle-aged man with a face full of flesh, who seemed to have no eyes to see.
"You shouldn't have come back..."
Looking at his niece with evil eyes on the deck, Zhang Lingfeng sighed slightly.
"Where's grandma?"
Yu Fengxian's face was expressionless.
"Of course she is at the ancient Buddha with a green lantern in the mansion, as usual."
Zhang Lingfeng shook his head slightly:
"They don't care about the relationship between father and son, but your second uncle and I won't do anything that would make people angry..."
"ridiculous!"
The cold aura was steaming, and Yu Fengxian was furious: "Zhang Lingfeng, your prison mother and father Ling, aren't you angry enough?!"
"A father kills his son, and a mother poisons her son. As a parent, you are unkind, and as a child, you are naturally unjust!"
Zhang Lingfeng stood with his hands behind his hands, and his voice echoed on the river:
"Fengxian, let's go! My second uncle doesn't want to fight with you."
"Zhang Lingfeng, you look so hypocritical, just like a eunuch in the palace. You are so hypocritical and disgusting!"
Yu Fengxian's eyes were cold and his words were like knives.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Zhang Lingfeng laughed wildly, his voice cracking and hoarse:
"He looks very much like a eunuch, good, good!"
Violence and sadness surged in his eyes, but he suppressed them in the end:
"Fengxian, do you know why I can't bear it anymore after I endured it for more than ten years?"
Yu Fengxian clenched her long sword tightly and looked around. There were many people on the battleship, including many guests, instructors, and guards who had watched her grow up.
"During the more than ten years of being imprisoned, I always wondered why I couldn't win the old man's attention, but I always had a glimmer of hope in my heart.
The eldest brother died young, the third brother became a monk, and Long Fu was incompetent. No matter what, it was my turn."
Zhang Lingfeng murmured to himself, his face gloomy and uncertain:
"But I didn't expect that they would rather recruit a border bastard as their son-in-law and risk the family property being taken away by outsiders, and they would try to suppress me!"
"Why?!!"
Boom!
It was like a thunderbolt flashing on a sunny day.
Looking up again, the violence in Zhang Lingfeng's eyes could no longer be suppressed. He stared at Yu Fengxian and his voice was hoarse and cold:
"Fengxian, I'm thinking of my uncle and nephew, let me ask you again, have you never obeyed?!"
In the deep and cold breath, Yu Fengxian spoke: "Zhang Lingfeng! Do you know why grandpa always looks down on you?"
Zhang Lingfeng didn't say a word, but his expression changed somewhat.
"When my grandfather passed me the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, he said that you are smart, but you have lost your purity. When you are strong, you become weak, and when you are weak, you become strong. If you become the king, Longyuan Dao will be destroyed in one day!"
"The weak eat the strong, and natural selection is the way of nature."
Zhang Lingfeng looked indifferent:
"At this moment, all the battleships in the river, inside and outside the city, are under my control. What should you do? What should you do? What can you do?"
Huhu~
The sound waves echoed on the river, and there were many battleships with swords and swords, and there were many people with majestic momentum. There was even an aura that made her heart throb.
"Grandpa taught me..."
Yu Fengxian pinched the handle with five fingers and slowly drew the sword across it, with a calm expression on his face, and said word by word: