Yanyi suddenly twisted his face, and dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared behind him, kneeling respectfully towards Feng Xie.

"Where are the others?" Feng Xie put on his clothes and asked lazily, touching the "Fu Hai" on his waist.

"We captured the North Gate of Xizhe late last night, and now the army is outside the city!" One of the men in black said with a very respectful tone.

"Okay! How about Chishui?"

"All the ships crossing the river in Dongyin have been destroyed, and the letters to Nanyang have also been intercepted!"

Yanyi suddenly laughed and said through gritted teeth: "It's really you. It turns out you are the oriole. That boy Chu Yu is really in trouble!"

Feng Xie raised the corner of his lips and said with a smile: "Yes, and you, the second son, are an unexpected surprise in this plan!"

Yan Yi suddenly stopped laughing, looked at Feng Xie's sword that he slowly pulled out, and said tremblingly: "You...dare, Yi Tapir didn't even touch me, how dare you kill me?"

Feng Xie stretched out his fingers and flicked the blade of the sword, saying: "That is the mercy of the king, Yiyi, you should know that I have wanted to get rid of you for a long time!"

"You...you..." Yiyi retreated continuously, suddenly turned around and ran towards the dense forest. Feng Xie pulled out a sneer at the corner of his lips, with a sharp look in his eyes, he slashed down with the "Fuhai" sword in his hand, and saw a blue light heading towards him. As the eagle flew away, the grass froze wherever it passed. Before the eagle could even cry out, it was split in half, and its blood solidified instantly.

Seeing this scene, the men in black quickly gathered around Feng Xie and knelt in a circle. The man who spoke among them raised a ghost mask above his head with both hands and said respectfully:

"king!"

Feng Xie picked up the mask with one hand and asked, "Where is Nanyang Hou now?"

"Reporting to the king, the carriage was replaced by Marquis Xize last night. Marquis Nanyang should be in the deep palace of Xize at this moment."

"Well, you will divide your troops into two groups. One group will protect Nanyang Hou, and the other group will join me with the army. We will capture Xize before sunset!"

"yes!"

The mask in his hand slowly attached to his cheek, and a cold smile flashed across Feng Xie's eyes for a moment.

What Jian Yao saw when he opened his eyes was a clear and blurry dusk. The long red gauze curtain was quietly rolled up by the breeze, revealing a small strand of hair of the relief of the mythical beast. The eaves of the pavilion outside the window were covered with red and tender roses. , the petals spread out, trembling shyly, and fell down bit by bit to the stars all over the sky.

This place couldn't be more familiar, Taiyi Palace, the palace where Jian Yao was imprisoned for several months.

The red carved door behind him slowly closed. Chu Yu lazily raised his eyes and heard a voice: "Jian Mucheng can't save you... No one can save you..."

Chu Yu stood up and stood silently beside the flower-painted eaves, staring out the window at the land that belonged to him. The cold wind blew over that handsome face, carving a vague and sad shadow.

"Did you hear that?"

Jian Yao raised his head at his words.

"That voice... is the elegy of Xizawa's decadence and decline..."

Jian Yao listened attentively, and in the distance there seemed to be the sound of smoke and horses neighing, the iron cavalry trampling the bluestone streets, and the screeching sound of swords.

"Nishizawa...has the city been destroyed?"

Jian Yao asked, Chu Yu smiled sadly:

"Yes! You are very proud, aren't you? It's a pity that it was not your brother Mu Cheng who destroyed the city. Now Jian Mu Cheng is probably separated by the Chishui River, facing you across the river!"

Jian Yao's heart sank, he vaguely understood something, and just said lightly: "That's fine!"
Chapter completed!