Chapter 18 Of course to take you down
"Does the sect master have any way to subdue him?" Feng Qingchen asked.
"Even if we have to sacrifice our lives, we must not let the young master continue like this!" Murong Zhining sucked the clear air of dawn, "Yuan'er's illness cannot be delayed any longer. If we can't get the medicine, it will be three months at the latest.
On the fifth birthday of the Queen of the Moon..."
Murong Zhining's words were stuck in her throat and she could no longer say them out. She felt a little suffocated. Over the past few years, she had dealt with many things, but it had never been so difficult. No matter how difficult the matter in the Immortal Sect was, she could take it all.
. This was the only thing that broke her heart and heart.
"Go and prepare! We will enter Beijing today."
She ruffled the corners of her clothes with catkins and entered the house with her sleeves fluttering.
Kyoto
The flowers are in bloom, the purple is intoxicating and the gold is intoxicating.
On the road in the dark night, a black carriage moved forward slowly. It was engraved with several exquisite maple leaves. Such a simple decoration, but it was all solemn and solemn, highlighting the nobility of the master. There were seven or eight guards on the left and right.
Follow them cautiously. The leaders are none other than An Yi and An Er!
In an extremely hidden dark place, two men in black stared at the carriage in front of them. Their sharp eyes were exactly the same, both filled with hatred.
"Master, why don't you take action!" Feng Qingchen couldn't hold it any longer. As soon as she arrived in Kyoto, she and Murong Zhining started preparing for this matter. They figured that this was a must-go for the royal temple, so they set their sights on this target.
.We must capture Jun Ye.
Five years later, she still couldn't forget how her sister died in her hands. Although she knew that as a member of the Jue Sect back then, her sisters were also at fault. But that didn't mean that he
You can dispose of it at will. Even your innocence is taken away.
Murong Zhining did not speak, and ordered Feng Qingchen not to act rashly with her eyes. And she stood quietly and waited. Although Feng Qingchen did not make any movement, she was angry and unjust in her heart.
After the carriage passed for a long time, another carriage drove over. Although it was more noble and majestic than the last carriage, its aura was obviously not as strong as the previous carriage. Murong Zhining pursed her lips and smiled, and took action with the silver needle in her hand.
, all fired at the people around the carriage. With the support of the internal power of the Phoenix Scripture, he could play with the ice-condensing needle superbly. His every move was almost guaranteed to hit.
And all around, two secret guards suddenly appeared from the sky.
"How brave!" An San shouted fiercely. He drew his sword, and the sword shone coldly under the moonlight, "How dare you rob King Lingqing's carriage!"
The woman under the veil raised her red lips and raised her eyebrows, "He is the one who robbed me!"
With a flip of her jade wrist, dozens of silver needles were shot out. Along with the true energy, they were shot at the two of them. Murong Zhining took advantage of the situation and stood up. When the two of them were hiding from the hidden weapon, she swept her legs across the air and kicked the two of them.
Falling to the ground. Dark Three and Dark Four were obviously at a disadvantage. But Murong Zhining did not stop at all, and flew down from the air. Two more silver needles were injected into their acupuncture points.
His sharp eyes turned slightly, and he shouted at Feng Qingchen, "Take it!"
"Yes! Master." Feng Qingchen unsheathed his sword and controlled the two of them.
Murong Zhining turned around and approached the carriage with clear steps. When she opened the curtain, she discovered that there was no one in the empty carriage.
A leaf hit Feng Qingchen's hand with a "whoosh" sound, as fast as lightning. Soon a deep crack was made on the white hand, and blood flowed out.
"rock……"
Feng Qingchen's sword fell to the ground, making a shrill sound.
"Who to take?"
The calm and solemn voice reached her ears, and Murong Zhining turned around. A man in purple clothes walked forward gracefully, with black hair flying. His eyebrows flew into his temples, and his eyes as bright as a nighthawk are always the most exquisite of that delicate face.
Partially. He raised his jade hand lightly and pressed his eyebrows as if nothing had happened. He stayed three meters away from Murong Zhining.
"Of course I will capture you!" Murong Zhining looked at each other, her cold eyes filled with resentment.
Chapter completed!