---Tan's eyes flashed, and he said: "But if she loses even a hair, I will definitely execute you in Ling Chi." ---
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Phew--
Three cold arrows were fired in unison from a hidden place, like bolts of steel shooting out of the air, the cold air was overwhelming, heading straight towards Jun Ziyan.
Su Shajue's face suddenly changed, and his heart suddenly sank.
At the critical moment, Su Shajue tightened his arms around Jun Ziyan's waist. Jun Ziyan felt a weight on his back. The two of them were instantly in close contact with each other, bending down and lying on the horse's back.
Su Sha Jue Xuanyi waved his broad sleeves, and the internal strength of his neck was like the wind and thunder, and the three cold arrows that were attacking were narrowly repelled.
Suddenly, the deep forest swayed, and two gray shadows suddenly flashed out from both sides. Su Cang and Su Yan looked like ghosts. With a soft whip in their hands, the silver chain shot out of the air, and only two blade-like figures were seen.
Weapons other than swords were like dragons scurrying around, and the murderous aura was no less powerful, and the three cold arrows were severely broken into two pieces.
Suddenly, a cold arrow flashed out from the darkness again, and Su Sha Jue was unable to guard against it, and it swiped across Su Sha Jue's handsome cheek. The jade face turned red, and a bloody mouth formed a groove.
Suddenly, the murderous aura shrouded like a dark cloud, making it difficult to breathe as if someone was being pinched by the throat, and had to hold his breath.
A drop of red blood splashed on Jun Ziyan's fair face and slid into the seam of her lips. Jun Ziyan stretched out his hand and touched it, and saw that the liquid on his fingertips was sticky and sweet. When he raised his eyes, he saw the flawless beauty of Su Sha.
On his right cheek, a bloody groove that was more than an inch long appeared under his eye, and he said in shock: "Jue, your face is injured."
"It's okay, Zi Yan, don't be afraid." Su Shajue ignored the wounds on his face, held Jun Ziyan's hand tightly, and smiled to himself. However, when his eyes slightly lifted up to look deep into the forest, there was already an evil spirit in his eyes.
Su Cang and Su Yan turned back. When they saw the ferocious bloody mouth on Su Shajue's face, their expressions changed. They knelt down and handed over their hands to plead guilty: "I failed to protect the Lord, please forgive me!"
"Find out the person who shot the arrow." Su Sha Jue Quan's eyes were like a snow leopard hunting for prey, his voice was low and cold like a spring, and his evil aura was so vicious that it made people's hearts tremble.
"My subordinates take orders." Su Cang and Su Yan shouted and flashed in the direction of the hidden arrow like a wandering snake.
There are hidden dangers in the deep and deserted forests, and the cold wind caressing the face makes the wildly growing and swaying swamps even more weird.
For a moment, the cold light flashed in the swamp, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of swords clashing filled my ears, which was heartbreaking.
Su Sha Jue tightened his eyes and narrowed his eyes, tightened his grip on the reins, and the beast in his body was ready to go, breaking out of the cage.
In the dark forest on the left, a ferocious voice was heard. Jun Ziyan's face changed, this voice - -
In an instant, the iron fan turned like a coil, and the sound of the sound was harsh and piercing, adding a bit of terror to the deep forest full of murderous intentions.
Su Shajue's face changed, he grabbed the rope and pinched his back, the snow horse screamed, and ran away as fast as wind and thunder.
Jun Ziyan felt the strong wind in his ears, his eardrums hurting, and the speed of the snow horse was astonishing. There was only a slit left for his eyes, and it was difficult to distinguish the scenery ahead.
For a moment, there was a flash of blood, and there was only a shrill cry from the snow, the four hooves bent down, the bloody mouth was exposed, and Jun Ziyan on the horse screamed in surprise.
When the two of them almost fell, Su Shajue's agile figure jumped up lightly, hugged Jun Ziyan's waist tightly, spun several times in the air, and finally landed steadily, with an outstanding figure like a beautiful jade tree, Fengshen.
Handsome, Jun Ziyan's face turned pale, he held his breath, and the lingering fear remained.
"Zi Yan, remember, you must never leave me." Su Sha Jue Zhengrong burst out, a bad premonition intertwined like vines, suppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe.
"Okay." Jun Ziyan was moved by the worry that could not be concealed in Su Sha Jue's eyes, and immediately smiled at him, but the inexplicable fear in his heart had already hit him.
In an instant, the iron fan struck through the air like a disc, and Senci's voice sounded harshly again, heading towards Su Sha Jue Zheran.
The man's eyes were frightened. At the critical moment, he decisively pushed Jun Ziyan away and spun up in the air, with his toes firmly on the handle of the fan.
His figure spun around, Xuan Jin's clothes flew up, his posture was as graceful as an immortal, and a flood of strength came out from under his feet. The iron fan that was circling endlessly had been tamed by Su Shajue, and he stepped on it, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.
Come out, so fierce and ruthless.
"Prince Su's kung fu is unparalleled in the world, impeccable, and Wuming really admires him!" A cold voice from behind laughed, and Su's deep and deep eyes remained calm.
As he turned around, the glare in his eyes became more and more horrifying, and his cold voice was so evil that he almost wanted to devour Iron Fan Wuming alive, crush his bones and spread ashes: "Let her go." Those three words were enough to make him suffer.
The pain of physical and mental retardation.
Dozens of steps away, Jun Ziyan was pinched by an iron fan in Wuming's throat. His black hair was flying like a waterfall, and his blue shirt sleeves were slightly raised, implying a kind of fragile and desperate cold elegance.
Jun Ziyan clamped the iron fan's nameless hand tightly with both hands, her feet lifted off the ground, her beautiful face turned from red to purple, and she had difficulty breathing. She felt that the surrounding scenery had become subverted in her eyes, and she cursed in her heart, Damn, what does this pervert have?
It's not over yet, is it possible that Ding Qianrong was so heartbroken and crazy that he would never give up until he saw his body thrown into the wilderness?
This woman is too perverted!
The nameless iron fan in white clothes was breathing heavily, and the silver gear on his face flashed with cold light,
Can Zhe said solemnly: "Your Majesty, this deal is not a good deal. The general's wife is worth an astonishing amount. How could Wuming be willing to let her go back?" The ending tone was Xie Zhe Lengzhe.
Su Shajue's fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, and the bloody groove on his right cheek was horrifying. His eyes were cold and he spoke loudly: "What on earth do you want?"
God knows, Jun Ziyan's uncontrollable pain, half-lidded eyes and helpless eyes were like a knife blade slicing his body and mind, heartache and fear were like a big net tightly entangled with him, suddenly overturning his always cold calmness, making him
He just felt terrified and helpless.
"Your Majesty has great medical skills. My wife is still recovering from the Sanling acupuncture. I really admire her." Iron Fan Wuming raised his thin lips coldly, and his eyes flashed with admiration at the man in front of him.
"Stop talking nonsense, if something happens to her, I will crush your bones and scatter you into ashes, and you will die without a place to bury you." Su Shajue yelled, it was obvious that the situation was in chaos, he wished that the iron fan would be cut into pieces without any name, and he hated it even more.
His own carelessness put Junziyan in danger.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Wuming will never strike twice. Since the lady cannot die once the fan blade is released, Wuming will not pick up the blade even if someone attacks her again, so as not to bring trouble on herself." Iron Fan Wuming said coldly, turning his eyes and found out
Jun Ziyan glared at him fiercely, and couldn't help but smile, and continued: "Please tell me, Prince, if he doesn't want his wife to lose any hair, please ask him to bring someone to replace it."
Iron Fan Wumingsen smiled coldly, the cold light in his stinging eyes seemed to have been sealed in dust for a long time, and the flesh-eating blade had not been seen, making people tremble with fear.
"Who?" Su Shajue narrowed his eyes and asked again. He had no patience at all, but because Jun Ziyan was held hostage by him, he had to compromise.
"Three days ago, General Wanyan was ordered to Qingtong Town to destroy Heifeng Village. The leader of Heifeng Village, Luo Wuxi, has been captured and is being escorted back to Beijing. Wuming hopes that the general will use him in exchange for the general's wife.
I wonder what the prince’s wishes are for his life?
It should be a good deal to exchange a person who is despised by thousands of people and awaiting imprisonment for the general's wife with a body of a thousand gold. That's all, this lady may be Princess Su, so it would be a pity not to exchange." Iron Fan Wuming smiled coldly and said insinuatingly.
Su Shajue was sarcastic and sarcastic, with three points of madness and three points of embarrassment.
With a heavy hand, Jun Ziyan groaned again, Su Sha Jue immediately changed his face and said anxiously: "Yes, I agree to your request, but - -"
His eyes flashed, and he said, "But if she loses even a hair, I will definitely execute you in Ling Chi."
"Okay, it's settled. In three days, we'll invite General Broken Arm Front to gather together." As these words burst out, Jun Ziyan felt his eyes darken, his eyes closed, and his body had been carried by Wuming, an iron fan, on his shoulders.