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The cold light of the blade pierced into Feng Ningyan's eyes.

At this moment, the door to the dungeon was blasted open by an invisible force.

The black Darksteel Chains brought with it a strong gust of wind as it swung towards Shen Youhuang's sword. With a crashing sound, it coiled firmly around the hilt of the sword and pulled back abruptly, the tip of the sword immediately swinging away.

Shen Youhuang was greatly alarmed as she felt a bone-piercing chill come from the sword. Her hands and wrists suddenly felt as if they'd been struck by iron chains, and even the sound of a fracture could be heard.

He cried out miserably, immediately throwing away the sword in his hand and grabbing his injured right wrist. "Who is it!"

Before he and Feng Ningyan could see clearly who was coming from outside the dungeon entrance, they saw a black cloak spinning in from outside, firmly wrapping around Feng Ningyan's body.

At the same time, a white bullet was thrown into the room from outside. White smoke began to rise from the door and filled the entire dungeon with white smoke in an instant, making it hard to see his fingers when he stretched his hand out.

"Cough, cough …" Shen Youhuang snorted and immediately inhaled a mouthful of the white smoke that was stimulating her throat. She couldn't help but cough. "Who dares to rob a prison with your lordship here?!"

Just as his voice faded, Feng Ningyan felt the white smoke in front of her become somewhat dimmed down by a gust of wind. In the midst of the haze, a tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

This movement technique was soundless and swift like a ghost. Other than him, she had never seen anyone else who could do it!

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest, but she didn't dare to call out the name she had guessed, afraid that Shen Youhuang would hear it.

Shen Youhuang was panicking as she searched the ground for his sword. She didn't see anyone enter at all.

The person struck the wooden pillar with his palm, causing the chains to break.

Feng Ning Yan was momentarily unable to hold on. She limply fell into his embrace. She raised her head, wanting to look at him, but she couldn't see clearly at all.

That person's breathing became sluggish as he suddenly held her tightly and carried her out of the dungeon before the white smoke dissipated.

When Shen Youhuang heard the sound of the chains falling, she knew that someone had already saved Feng Ningyan.

However, the moment his opponent had used the iron chains to wrap the treasured sword around it, his inner strength was strong enough to shatter his wrist. How could he dare to give chase?

With his left hand, he grabbed the sword on the ground and protected himself. He released some white smoke and shouted, "Men! Feng Ning Yan escaped the prison! "Capture them!"

It was a pity that the personal guards of the Duke Cheng's Mansion outside the dungeon entrance had long been wounded, the ones that died and the ones who fainted, who could stop that person from saving Feng Ningyan from escaping?

At this time, Sima Du and Liao Guangwen had no idea that Feng Ningyan had been rescued from the prison.

The army of the Southern Wilderness rushed into the fortress. The garrison troops of the Southern Yong Pass fought with all their might, and only then did they maintain the front line within a radius of dozens of zhang of the city gate.

Sima Tu and the other commanders took the lead and struck back at the Southern Wilderness' vice commander-in-chief's attacks again and again.

Since he couldn't break through this defense line, he wouldn't be able to occupy the Southern Yong Pass. Duan Liushao panicked, and without caring about Sang Huanyu's persuasion, he raised his crescent blade and rushed into the gate and shouted, "Who can take the head of Sima Du? The reward is a thousand taels! "

When these words were spoken, the Southern Wilderness' soldiers became even more courageous. The scattered attacks immediately moved towards Sima Du.

Sima Du and his assistant were immediately surrounded by enemies and surrounded by a watchtower.

Liao Guangwen had killed two of the Southern Wilderness' soldiers. When he heard Duan Liushao's shout, he was shocked. Turning around, he saw that Si Mian had already been surrounded.

Without Feng Ning Yan, Sima Du was the leader of the Southern Yong Pass' garrison. If he died here, the morale of the Southern Yong Pass' garrison would definitely plummet. They would be utterly defeated!

Liao Guangwen was worried about Feng Ning Yan, he didn't know about her safety at this moment. Seeing Sima Du being besieged and the countless enemy troops rushing towards him, he couldn't help but be scared.

When he looked towards the city gates, he saw Duan Liushao riding his horse inside, his killing intent surging as he brandished his shiny, golden Moonshatter Knife.

Liao Guang Wen pulled his warhorse, shouted "Jia!" and charged against the enemy's assault, charging towards Duan Liushao.

Stepping on the stirrups, he arched his bow and shot an arrow, shouting loudly, "Duan Liushao! Eat one of my arrows! "

The bowstring rang and the arrow shot out!

Duan Liushao heard the sharp sound of a bowstring and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. The scene when Feng Ningyan shot her arrow the day before suddenly flashed through his mind.

Although the cloak was red like Feng Ningyan's, it was obviously not hers.

He couldn't help but be puzzled in his heart. He hurriedly rolled onto the horse's back and just happened to dodge the arrow.

Liao Liangwen's arrows were actually dodged by Duan Liushao at an astonishing speed. Even if it was an enemy, they couldn't help but admire Duan Liushao's skill.

He did not dare to hesitate and immediately drew three arrows, nocked them onto the bowstring.

At this moment, Duan LiuShao rushed towards Liao Guangwen and chopped out with his saber.

"Where is your Young Marshal Feng!?" Tell her to come and fight this crown prince! "

Liao Guangwen sneered, and pulled out a pair of Demon Fighter Pestles from his back, blocking Duan Liushao's Moonshatter Blade.

"You, Duan Liushao, aren't qualified to fight against the Southern Ning Army's Young Marshal!" I, a mere first class officer, will exchange pointers with you! "

Duan Liushao didn't expect that even after his Southern Wilderness army had attacked the city gates, Feng Ning Yan still hadn't revealed her face. At this moment, hearing Liao Guangwen's contempt, he felt that Feng Ning Yan was indeed looking down on him.

Liao Guangwen's direct confrontation with Duan Liushao immediately reversed the situation within the city. The people who were attacking Sima Du with all their might hurriedly turned their spearheads to attack Liao Guangwen in order to protect their Crown Prince.

Seeing that the encirclement around Sima Du had loosened, Liao Guangwen hurriedly shouted from the air, "General Sima! Hurry and help the young commander-in-chief! Do not let Prince Cheng go! "

Sima Duo understood Liao Guangwen's motive for restraining the enemy troops. Even though he was worried about Liao Guangwen's safety, he knew even more that Feng Ningyan was on the verge of death.

He quickly escaped and led a group of his subordinates as he rushed towards the direction of the dungeon.

Hearing Liao Guangwen's words, Duan Liushao became even more suspicious.

Help Feng Ning Yan? If she wasn't here, what was there to solve? What does this have to do with Prince Cheng?

Seeing Liao Guangwen desperately fighting for the chance to escape for Sima Du's sake, Duan Liushao immediately felt that Feng Ning Yan was probably in great danger.

His heart inexplicably began to panic as his will to fight subconsciously weakened a bit.

When Vice Marshal Li Yuanxiong met Liao Guangwen, Duan Liushao hurriedly retreated and rode his horse to chase after Sima Du.

Outside the dungeon, the sun shone brightly, and Feng Ning Yan couldn't open her eyes. She wanted to look up to see who had saved her, but she was powerless to the point that she couldn't even raise her head.

Although she was not completely out of danger, she felt calm and at ease as she laid in that person's embrace. Her mind was slightly relaxed as her head tilted onto his broad shoulders.

The man darted out of the dungeon like a whirlwind. Sensing her support, he couldn't help but slow his steps.

Leaving the untidy dungeon, Feng Ningyan was able to distinguish the familiar fragrance of his scented sachet more clearly.

"Ling …" She couldn't believe it, so she didn't even have the courage to call his name.

It was impossible that she had written and left him;

He should have already walked more than half the distance, how could he appear in the Southern Yong Pass?

She tried her best to open her eyes, wanting to clearly see who was holding her, but a rough explosive shout came from not too far away: "Put down the Young Marshal!"