Chapter 702

But overnight, Rong Sheng seemed to return to his former appearance. He was happy all day, like a person who had nothing to do.

But only Ji Qingxue and them know that his injury is not good for a while, and they can only go with him.

In Nangong Yan's original words: as long as you still have a breath.

Yun'er was worried and asked him, "are you really all right?"

Rong Sheng smiled and said, "no matter how big the injury is, as long as people don't die, the wound will always heal. Yun'er doesn't have to worry about me!"

Seeing yun'er's worried appearance, Rong Sheng couldn't help but want to rub her head with meat.

There are rough old men in Yaowang valley. Rong Sheng knows only a few women. Little Shifu is too tough to provoke. Only yun'er is soft and weak, like a little sister next door. Rong Sheng treats her as his own sister.

At the moment, it was just a whim, but before he met yun'er, a dagger flew not far away, with a fierce murderous spirit, and Rong Sheng quickly took his hand back.

The dagger went straight into the ground, and his face trembled for a while.

He turned his head and saw Mu Qing walking slowly towards this side. He couldn't help yelling: "Mu lengzi, what are you doing? If I hadn't collected it in time, I wouldn't have this hand!"

Mu Qing went to yun'er and hugged him with a strong possessive desire. He looked at him coldly: "if you dare to touch her again, I'll unload your hands and feet!"

Rong Sheng feels bitter in his heart. After knowing each other for so long, he doesn't have to be so cruel. He just wants to have a big sister. Who is this to provoke!

Nangongyan is visiting huaizhu to study the topographic map.

"The emperor is going to take the initiative?" obviously, ye Han has guessed that he has been weak for so long. Maybe it's time to take the initiative back,

Nangong Yan's eyes were cold: "Sima's mirror hanging moves are almost used. Now it's our turn."

For some reason, they really suffered a lot of losses, and these debts must be recovered from him one by one.

……

"The emperor is not good, not good!" the soldiers outside the curtain hurried in to report, and their faces turned red.

"What's up?" Sima Jingxuan asked.

The soldiers half knelt on the ground and said anxiously, "tell the emperor, Yan Jun, Yan Jun, they've killed them!"

Hearing the speech, jusiwei and the Acropolis could not help frowning. They thought that nangongyan had suffered a loss last time and had to rest for at least a period of time. They didn't expect to call so soon.

Ju Siwei got up and said to Sima Jingxuan, "the emperor's minister is willing to lead troops to fight!"

The two previous victories boosted the morale of the guards. Several generals sitting in the camp also got up and said that they would kill Yan Jun this time.

Sima Jing nodded slightly and smiled in his eyes: "Nangong Yan, you shouldn't shrink your head at last."

Before Yan Jun set out, Nangong Yan stood on the martial arts training ground and said to all the soldiers: "brothers, I have no other requirements for you, but if you meet the guards, just give me a dead chop!"

The officers and men held high their weapons and swallowed the mountain and river: "there is no amnesty for killing! There is no amnesty for killing!"

No matter how much you say at this time, it's not encouraging.

What should I do when I meet the enemy?

Just kill him by any means.

Maybe Nangong Yan's words before departure played a role. This time, the Yan army was very brave, and everyone was red eyed, as if they wanted to be ashamed before snow, but the guards with high morale retreated day by day.

Nangong Yan blows the long flute, and the twelve Xuanwei are all dressed in black and armed with royal horses.

The noise of horses' hoofs, the fierce collision of weapons and the bloody fight seemed to be filled with a spirit of killing in heaven and earth.

Nangong Yan held the reins in his hand, and the black horse under his crotch hissed. He looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

This is his world, bloody, killing, the strong is the king.

Sima Jing hung a silver armor and looked at Nangong Yan from a distance. Before they got close, the battle between the two had begun.

At the same time, they drove Ma Chao away from each other. Sima Jing hung a sharp palm wind and blew it at him. Nangong Yan took his time and hid sideways.

The black iron fan was thrown out by him. Sima Jing twisted his eyebrows and quickly tilted back behind him.

The black iron fan cut off one leg of the war horse. The war horse moaned and bled all over the ground. The Sima mirror was hung and fell down by it.

The black iron fan whirled and returned to Nangong Yan's hand. Nangong Yan looked at him condescending.

Sima Jing hung up and hated being looked down on. He slashed Nangong Yan with a long sword in his hand.

Nangong Yan jumped up in the air and finally landed steadily on the ground.

Nangong Yan's horse was split in half by Sima Jing's sword.

Sima Jing hung a smile on his face and said sarcastically, "I thought you were going to hide in the barracks all your life."

Nangong Yan smiled: "if there is Wenxiang nephrite in bad, it is also a gentle village to stay in the camp all his life. There is nothing wrong."

As soon as he said this, Sima Jingxuan's murderous spirit soared in his eyes. Nangong Yan was absolutely intentional.

His words made Sima Jingxuan couldn't help imagining that Ji Qingxue was mildly happy under Nangong Yan, and the jealous insects began to bite his heart like crazy.

may not!

Ji Qingxue is his!

Sima Jing looked at him coldly: "you are so damn!"

Nangong Yan shook his fan and said, "that's not good. I don't want ah Xue to be a widow!"

"You want to die!"

In a moment of anger, Sima Jingxuan attacked directly. All his moves were dead hands. He knew that to get Ji Qingxue, this person must die!

At the moment, Sima Jing hung like an angry Beast, and Nangong Yan was much calmer.

He can even see through Sima Jingxuan's moves. A person who is provoked by anger only wants to let the other party die. There is no rules to play. For Yu Nangong Yan, such Sima Jingxuan is not afraid at all.

Moreover, judging from the strength of his moves, it seems that his skill is not as good as before, which leads to the weakening of his combat effectiveness. Although the reason is not clear, it is a good thing for nangongyan.

Nangong Yan didn't think the stimulation was enough. He held the black iron fan and continued to stimulate him while resisting his attack: "it's really poor. What if you used the soul taking technique on her? Even if she forgot me, she will still fall in love with me. And you're nothing."

"By the way, I heard you met ah Xue when she was a child? Unfortunately, she doesn't remember anything at all. She is my wife and my queen. She has nothing to do with your Sima Jingxuan!"

"Shut up! Shut up! I'll take her back. She can only be mine!"

Sima Jingxuan roared in a low voice, and a successful smile flashed in Nangong Yan's eyes. Hum, he occupied ah Xue for a year and dared to hurt her. Sima Jingxuan has just started. We still have a good account.

Sima Jingxuan, regardless of his physical condition, forcibly transports his internal power. He wants to kill Nangong Yan and tear him up!

"Prajna palm!"

"Just in time!" Nangong Yan poured his internal power into his right hand and beat him out, "free travel!"

The people around were knocked to the ground by two strong air currents. Nangong Yan looked at the person opposite and looked at Sen Han: "Sima mirror is hanging. You shouldn't hurt her."

While she was seriously injured, he used Dementor to her and drank some messy soup and medicine.

Do you think this way can keep ah Xue?

At the thought of this, Nangong Yan angrily grinds his back teeth: "today we'll calculate the new accounts and the old accounts together!"