Xin Mo'er stood up happily, "I can finally leave that ghost place!"
At this moment, thousands of horse hooves came not far away.
Feng Qing's eyes narrowed dangerously, Lan Yin and Xiao Wu stood up at the same time, looking ahead vigilantly.
"Get on the horse!"
Feng Qingcang gave the order and quickly picked up Xin Mo'er and rode his horse.
Xiaowu and Lan Yin did not dare to delay any more at this moment, and quickly jumped onto their own horses.
He pulled up the reins with force, grabbed the horse's belly, and the horse's hooves were windy. Three horses rushed forward quickly.
At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and the flushing sun slowly rose from the east.
Xin Mo'er's face was facing Feng Qingcang's chest, her back was facing the horse's head, and her entire little face was buried in Feng Qingcang's arms.
This will prevent the dust from pouring into her eyes.
The horse was very fast, and Xin Mo'er's little hands hugged Feng Qingcang's waist tightly.
Just after they got rid of the thousands of palace guards behind them, there were suddenly countless guards in front of them holding long turrets, and they were riding on the horse, obviously waiting here on purpose.
Feng Qingcang's horse speed slowed down, and the guards behind him also surrounded them.
Han Sheng was the first to ride a horse, squinted his eyes coldly, and looked at their group, "Prince Xu, Gong Hou has been around for a long time, and you finally appeared."
"You are really mean." Feng Qingcang said without changing his expression.
"I have said that you can't escape from the west of the desert. This is my territory. I know every path here. If you have thought about this big desert, you must pass here." Han Sheng's face was a little pale
It was obviously caused by the wound below, but his heroic spirit was still unabashed. His eagle-like eyes looked sharply at Feng Qingcang and the little woman in his arms.
"Today should be a great day for Emperor Moxi, you and the third princess Yanbei to get married. Why did Emperor Moxi have such time to intercept me?" Feng Qingcang asked knowingly.
"Prince Xu is here from afar. Since he has come, let's go back to the palace with me to reminisce about the past." Han Sheng's eyes shone coldly, and Xin Mo'er could feel the thousand-year-old radiant radiances of his body when he turned his back to him.
The cold pond is even colder.
"I don't seem to be familiar with Emperor Moxi, and there is nothing to say about." Feng Qingcang refused directly.
"Then, are you punishing me if you want to toast?" Han Sheng's eyes emitted a sharp light like an eagle. He waved his arm and said loudly, "Stop them for me! No matter how you live or die!"
Tens of millions of soldiers took the order and rode their horses toward Feng Qingcang and his group. This momentum would probably be able to trample on them to death if they were trampled on.
"Hold tight!"
When Xin Mo'er heard Feng Qingcang's words, she did not dare to relax at all and hugged his waist tightly with her hands.
Feng Qingcang's deep cold eyes shrank, flew up, stepped on the heads of the people, and flew towards the sky.
Xiao Wu took Lan Yin and followed Feng Qingcang on the same route, and rushed out of the siege with all his might.
Xin Mo'er lowered her head and looked down. She could only see dark heads, and the scene was very spectacular.
The soldiers below raised their long herds and stabbed them upwards.
Han Sheng's eyes were still cold, and the corners of his lips curled up. He took the bag from the guard beside him, took out a scimitar as thin as a cicada, aimed it at Feng Qingcang's back heart and threw it away.
Feng Qingcang had noticed the powerful and domineering blade behind him early, and quickly avoided it.
But the scimitar seemed to have wings, and had its own thoughts. It could be folded back and flew towards Feng Qingcang's back again.
On the one hand, Feng Qingcang wanted to protect Xin Mo'er in his arms and prevent others from hurting her. On the other hand, he had to take care of his back and not be stabbed by the strange scimitar, and his body suddenly slowed down.
Xiaowu and Lan Yin jointly dealt with the long grass that was stabbing below, and they were able to take care of themselves just now.
Han Sheng's scimitar seemed to have eyes. No matter how many ways Feng Qingcang knocked it back, it could change its direction and immediately attack his back.
Xin Mo'er suddenly felt something was wrong, but she didn't expect the scimitar to be so weird. She suddenly remembered a book she read in the study of Prince Xu's mansion when she was a child.
The book records that the scimitar is called the Blood-Crying Scimitar, as thin as a cicada, is extremely spiritual and powerful. Anyone who uses a knife to see blood, and if he does not see blood, he will not stop the knife.
Just as the 89th time the scimitar flew towards Feng Qingcang again, Xin Moer poked his head out of his arms, climbed his waist, and quickly turned to behind him.
When Feng Qingcang realized what she was going to do, he felt fear and angrily shouted, "What are you going to do!"
Xin Mo'er said calmly, "Father, please take my head at will."
Feng Qingcang instantly noticed her intention, and with a slight ease, swung the sword in his hand, took his head and threw it behind.
Xin Mo'er took over the hand without any fear. When the scimitar approached her, she quickly pointed the head in her hand at the scimitar and threw it out.
The scimitar sobbed and suddenly became quiet.
Han Sheng's eyes were not shocked and angry, but he still looked like a good show.
Xin Mo'er took a breath. Just as she relaxed, the knife suddenly shook violently again, and the head fell to the ground.
The scimitar attacked Feng Qingcang's back again!
Xin Mo'er looked at the knife incredibly, not understanding which link was wrong. Could it be that it wasn't the blood-crying scimitar? Did she see it wrong?
Feng Qingcang noticed the change behind him and quickly pulled her in front of him. He intimidated his tone of order, "Move around again, I will throw you down and feed Changmao!"
Xin Mo'er's body shook, and she really stayed in his arms and stopped moving, but her head was tilted to his waist, always paying attention to the trajectory of the scimitar behind her.
When it struck like a meteor again, cutting through the corner of Feng Qingcang's clothes, Xin Mo'er suddenly and quickly stretched out her arm towards it, but it shrank back.
But just this time of shrinking and shrinking, the scimitar had already eaten Xin Mo'er's blood, and then fell to the ground like a baby, without the murderous aura he had just returned to become an ordinary scimitar.
It turned out that the blood-crying scimitar was really about taking the blood of living people. No wonder it was useless to it when he just took the dead head.
When Xin Mo'er thought so, she felt a cold air invading her cut-out arm, and then the cold air invaded her whole body.
The whole body seemed to be in an ice cellar, without a trace of temperature.
Feng Qingcang felt that the throat seemed to be stuck by fish bones. He was frightened for a long time and couldn't say a word. He hugged Xin Mo'er in his arms, stepped on his head, and ran towards the open space not far away.