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Xie Qingrong had never seen such a weak Xuanyuan Chen. The first time she saw him, she felt that he was extremely dangerous. The second time she saw him, she discovered that he was a good ally.

Later on, as they slowly got along, they would realize that this person was actually very childish in front of her. However, this was the first time she saw such a fragile yet strong appearance.

Xuanyuan Chen regained his usual calm, but his hand was tightly holding onto Xie Qingrong's slender hand. He curled his lips: "Although it's been a few years, I will not let off a single one of those people who once harmed my royal brother."

Indeed, if he didn't make such a good opportunity, it would be difficult to find a better opportunity in the future.

"Are you afraid?" Xuanyuan Chen asked.

"Are you afraid?" Xie Qingrong did not answer, but asked another question.

Xuanyuan Chen shook his head, seeing this, he laughed and said: "You're not even afraid, what am I afraid of? Besides, since they dare to come here today, I'll let them leave without returning. "

While Xie Qingrong and Xuanyuan Chen were conversing, the hidden assassins had already approached the two of them.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed. In Xuanyuan Chen's hand was the violet-gold whip, and on Xie Qingrong's wrist, the sleeve arrow had also unleashed a sharp blade.

There were twice as many assassins below the cliff, and twice as many men as there were assassins above the cliff.

The assassins covered the sky with their weapons as they threw themselves at the two.

Xie Qingrong walked out from the sea of blood and corpses. A bloodthirsty killing intent filled the sky and burst out from her body, causing the assassin's scalp to go numb as she trembled in fear.

As he raised his blade, it was as if the god of death was brandishing a sickle as he easily harvested lives.

The blade slashed across the assassin's neck and throat, fresh blood spurting out and splattering on Xie Qingrong's beautiful face.

Her dark and deep eyes were full of murderous intent. The weird steps were like green butterflies dancing in the middle of the assassins.

Xuanyuan Chen, who was behind her, was not inferior to her either. Her wrist quickly rotated, and the sounds of whips lashing came out, slapping the assassin full of wounds.

The whip swept one of the assassins up into the air, and Xie Qingrong immediately followed up with a stab to the assassin's life vein.

A single stab had killed him.

The two of them cooperated seamlessly, throwing out stabs and stabs one after the other, slaying these assassins.

There were less than a dozen assassins left, but they were still struggling with their lives on the line.

On the other side of the low cliff, there was a faintly discernable figure. Gongsun Heng, who wore a snow-white crescent robe, stood there with his hands behind his back, and his gaze never left the two people's battlefield below the cliff. Waves of wind blew against the cliff, causing his clothes to flutter and his long black hair to dance in the wind.

His handsome face was calm and expressionless, and his eyes were cold and distant.

Behind him stood a man in black.

When the base of cliff's battle was almost over, she coldly ordered, "Yu, light them up."

"Yes."

BOOM! Although it had rained the day before, and was still somewhat slippery, this sudden fire, which had an astonishing firepower, had instantly surged towards Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong, who were still taking care of the last few assassins, with the momentum of a prairie fire.

His robes fluttered lightly on the mountaintop. Gongsun Heng's cold eyes looked down at the fire below. When he took action, he killed them in one strike, unlike the Mo family, who would not arrange so many useless assassins to make up for it.

Gongsun Heng coldly looked at the patch of emerald green below him that seemed to have merged with the grass, then turned and left.

The sky-high fire began to spread.

"Someone set a fire." Xuanyuan Chen's calm face flashed with a trace of anger.

Such a simple method had actually been able to force them into a corner with just a single strike. This place was overgrown with weeds, and was originally a land of fire. This was their last path of escape to be cut off.

"As expected. "Just now, I smelt a very strange smell. It seems to be oil." Xie Qingrong's cold voice came out.

His black hair fluttered in the wind, Xie Qingrong did not even look up to see the incoming mountain fire, the scythe in his hand had not stopped as it continued to slash at the few men in black.

There were several wounds on Xie Qingrong's body, and fresh blood dyed her clothes red.

The mountain wind blew, making the fire grow bigger and redder. In the blink of an eye, the fire ferociously pounced towards the two of them.

The boiling hot temperature was a power that could burn through everything. Both Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong's bodies were already glowing with a faint red light.

When Xie Qingrong stabbed her blade into the last assassin, Xuanyuan Chen threw Xie Qingrong onto his back.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared into the grass.

It was just past noon, the hottest hour of the day.

The golden sun shone down from the sky, causing the entire base of cliff to be covered in a fiery red glow, which was extremely eye-catching.

This patch of grass, which was almost completely knee-deep, was even oiled. When it came into contact with the fire, it immediately became like a violent wave that rolled over and over, causing the starfire to set the land on fire, let alone this weedy base of cliff. Furthermore, with a single gust of wind from the mountain, the fire was further strengthened.

Xie Qingrong was not familiar with this place. At this moment, being carried on Xuanyuan Chen's back, she felt an unprecedented sense of security. She observed her surroundings and estimated that there was a small stream about five miles ahead. However, it was enough for her to escape.

Sure enough, Xuanyuan Chen said: "Five miles ahead, there's water. "Hold on to me."

Xie Qingrong hugged Xuanyuan Chen's neck tightly and remained silent.

Xuanyuan Chen felt an almost scorching temperature behind him, he pushed his internal energy to the limit, and with all his strength channeled into his legs, he flew forward like an arrow that had left the bow.

The mountain winds rolled along with the flames. With a single gust of wind, it created a large fire, forcing it towards Xuanyuan Chen who was running all the way.

Xie Qingrong could already feel the heat on her back, and her hair was about to be burnt.

Xuanyuan Chen was still rushing forward.

But at this time, Lin Mu and the Azure Dragon had already rushed to the foot of the mountain with the Blood Shadow Guards. The only thing they could see was a fiery red color and no longer any weeds.