Xin Moer stood up happily, "I can finally leave that hellish place!"
At this moment, the sound of thousands of horse hooves was heard not far away.i^
Feng Qing's green eyes narrowed dangerously, while Lan Yin and Xiao Wu stood up at the same time, looking ahead warily.
"Mount!"
Feng Qingcang gave an order and quickly picked up Xin Mo'er and got on the horse.
Xiao Wu and Lan Yin did not dare to delay any more and quickly jumped on their horses.
He pulled up the horse's reins hard, clamped the horse's belly, and the horse's hoofs were filled with wind. The three horses quickly ran forward.
At this time, the sky was already slightly brighter, and the flushed sun slowly rose from the east.
Xin Moer's face was facing Feng Qingcang's chest, her back was facing the horse's head, and her whole little face was nestled in Feng Qingcang's arms.
This would prevent the dust from filling her eyes.
The horse was going very fast, and Xin Moer's little hands hugged Feng Qingcang's waist tightly.
Just after they got rid of the thousands of palace guards behind them, countless more guards suddenly appeared in front of them, holding long grass and riding high on their horses. They were obviously waiting here on purpose.
When Feng Qingcang's horse slowed down, the guards behind him also came over and surrounded them.
Han Sheng was the first to ride on a horse, squinting coldly as he looked at the group of them, "Prince Xu, I have been waiting for you for a long time, but you finally show up."
"You are really thoughtful," Feng Qingcang said without changing his expression.
"I said that you can't escape from Moxi. This is my territory. I know every path here. If you want to go through this desert, you must pass through here.%&*";"
Han Sheng's face was a little pale, obviously due to the wounds below, but his heroic spirit remained intact. A pair of eagle-like blue eyes looked sharply at Feng Qingcang and the little woman in his arms.
"Today is supposed to be a great day for you, Emperor Moxi, to get married to the third princess of Yanbei. How come Emperor Moxi has so much time to intercept me?" Feng Qingcang asked knowingly.
"Prince Xu is a guest from afar. Since you are here, please come with me back to the palace to reminisce about the past." Han Sheng's eyes flashed with cold light. Xin Moer could feel the coldness emanating from him even though her back was turned to him.
The cold pool is even colder.
"I don't seem to be familiar with you, Emperor Moxi, and I have nothing to talk about." Feng Qingcang refused directly.
"So, you're not going to drink the wine as a penalty?" Han Sheng's pale eyes shone like an eagle, he waved his arms and said loudly, "Stop them! I don't care whether they live or die!"
Tens of millions of soldiers received the order and all rode their horses to gather towards Feng Qingcang and his party. With such momentum, they could be trampled to death if they were trampled.
"Hold tight!"
When Xin Moer heard Feng Qingcang's words, she didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and hugged his waist tightly with both hands.
Feng Qingcang's deep cold eyes shrank, he flew into the air, stepped on the pieces of human heads, and flew upward.
Xiao Wu took Lan Yin and followed Feng Qingcang's route, struggling to break out of the encirclement.
Xin Moer lowered his head and looked down. He could only see a mass of black heads. The scene was very spectacular.
The soldiers below raised their long thatch and stabbed upward.
The cold light in Han Sheng's eagle eyes did not diminish, the corners of his lips raised, he took the bag from the guard beside him, took out a scimitar as thin as a cicada's wing, pointed it at the back of Feng Qingcang's heart and threw it away.
Feng Qingcang noticed the powerful and domineering blade behind him early, and quickly dodged it.
But the scimitar seemed to have grown wings of its own, and had its own thoughts. It could turn back and fly towards Feng Qingcang's back again.
On the one hand, Feng Qingcang had to protect Xin Mo'er in her arms to prevent others from hurting her, and on the other hand, she had to take care of her own back to prevent it from being stabbed by the weird scimitar, so she slowed down.
Xiao Wu and Lan Yin jointly dealt with the stabbing Chang Mao below, and were just able to take care of themselves.
Han Sheng's scimitar seemed to have eyes. No matter how many ways Feng Qingcang tried to repel it, it could change its direction and immediately attack his back.
Xin Mo'er suddenly felt bad. She didn't expect the scimitar to be so weird. She suddenly remembered a book she had read in the study room of Prince Xu's Mansion when she was a child.
It is recorded in the book that this scimitar is called the Weeping Blood Scimitar. It is as thin as a cicada's wing, extremely spiritual and extremely powerful. Whenever you draw the sword, you must see blood. If you don't see blood, you will not withdraw the sword.
Just when the scimitar flew towards Feng Qingcang again for the 89th time, Xin Moer stuck her head out of his arms, climbed on his waist, and quickly turned behind him.
When Feng Qingcang realized what she was going to do, he was filled with fear and yelled angrily, "What are you going to do!"
Xin Moer said calmly, "Father, please give me your head as you please."
Feng Qingcang noticed her intention in an instant, lowered his body slightly, waved the long sword in his hand, took the head and threw it behind.
Xin Mo'er took the hand without scruple, and when the scimitar was approaching her, she quickly pointed the head in her hand at the scimitar and threw it out.
The scimitar wept with human blood and suddenly became quiet.
Han Sheng's eyes did not show any shock or anger, and he still looked like he was watching a good show.
Xin Moer took a breath, and just when she relaxed, the knife suddenly shook sharply, and the head fell to the ground.
The scimitar attacked Feng Qingcang's back again!
Xin Mo'er looked at the knife in disbelief. She didn't understand what part of the problem was wrong. Was it not the Weeping Blood Scimitar? Did she see it wrong?
Feng Qingcang noticed the strange change behind him, and quickly pulled her forward, commanding in a threatening tone, "If you move again, I will throw you down to feed Changmao!"
Xin Moer's body trembled, and she was really 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 streaked over like a meteor again and scratched the corners of Feng Qingcang's clothes, Xin Mo'er suddenly and quickly stretched out her arm towards it, but then retracted it immediately.
But in just this moment of retraction, the scimitar had already consumed Xin Mo'er's blood, and then fell to the ground like a baby. It lost the murderous aura and returned to an ordinary scimitar.
It turns out that the Weeping Blood Scimitar really wants to consume the blood of living people. No wonder it was useless to it when it just consumed the heads of dead people.
When Xin Moer thought this, she felt a chill coming over her cut arm, and then the chill invaded her whole body.
The whole body felt as if it was in an ice cellar, without any warmth.
Feng Qingcang felt as if there were fish bones stuck in his throat. He was frightened for a long time and could not say a word. He held Xin Mo'er in his arms, stepped on the pieces of heads, and ran towards the open space not far away.
go.
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