The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 287 I said, step back!
A broken sword.

Back then, Jiang Jinshuang used that twelve-story sword to block the rain of arrows that killed the army. Wen Rile seized the opportunity to draw his longsword and attack her.

Jiang Jinshuang reacted quickly, using the blade of her sword to parry.

However, the blade of the Twelve Tower Sword had already become dull during the process of defending against the rain of arrows. In the end, Jiang Jinshuang used all her strength, and the Twelve Tower Sword broke off by three-tenths.

The broken sword, seven-tenths broken, became the weapon used by "King Ruiyang, the God of Slaughter" on the battlefield.

Jiang Jinshuang chuckled softly.

She wasn't carrying any weapons, not even the scimitar.

Looking up, Jiang Jinshuang gazed into the distance. Noticing something, her eyes brightened slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"The twelfth floor, huh? It's been a long time since I've used it. I wonder if it's still as convenient as before."

Wen Rile frowned slightly, wondering what Jiang Jinshuang meant by those words.

Following her gaze, Wen Rile turned his head and saw someone in a black robe riding a magnificent steed galloping towards them from a great distance!

"alert!"

Wen Rile shouted!
Behind the black-armored cavalry, the Northern Locust Army suddenly turned around, pointing their weapons at the approaching figures!
—This is the secret of inkstone making.

He looked at the sea of ​​soldiers, his expression unchanged. He drew his 12-layered sword from his waist, his eyes cold, and rode his horse toward the army.

"The inkstone technique, stop there."

Jiang Jinshuang spoke in a deep voice.

Yan Jue then tightened his grip on the horse's flanks and stopped in place, without moving.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled at him and said, "Just wait there. I'll come find you later."

His gaze swept over the countless soldiers, and Yan Jue looked up at Jiang Jinshuang on the city wall, who was wearing a mask of a killing god, and nodded slightly.

He simply said "Okay".

"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"

Wen Rile's face darkened, and he brandished his long sword, pointing it directly at Jiang Jinshuang: "I want to see what kind of earth-shattering abilities you, a mere princess, can possess!"

"Archers, prepare!"

At Wen Rile's command, in the distance, the crossbowmen of Beihuai drew their bows and nocked their arrows, ready to fire.

At the forefront, countless black-armored riders stood with cold, grim expressions, waiting only for Lu Xiao's command.

Jiang Jinshuang heard cries and pleas for mercy coming from the people of the capital city behind the city gate.

"W-What do we do! The Black-Armored Cavalry are about to attack the city!"

"The capital is about to fall!"

"Let's run! Let's escape for our lives!"

"Mother! Take our mother with you!"

"Don't cry, child, Mother is here, Mother is here!"

"Help! Someone please save us..."

"The city is about to fall! We'll all die here!"

"..."

On the city tower, Jiang Biechen's face was gloomy. He turned his head and whispered something to the Imperial Guards, looking tense.

Beneath the city walls, an army of immense size, clad in iron armor and silver plating, with banners fluttering, stood, the Northern Locust Army drawing their longbows, their momentum unstoppable.

A mournful cry and the howling of the wind reached her ears, and in an instant, Jiang Jinshuang felt as if she had been transported back to that ruthless battlefield.

Countless ordinary people were left homeless. Jiang Jinshuang saw people being dug out of the pile of corpses, each one mutilated and broken.

She suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, Uncle Wang had half-squatted in front of her, patted her head, and told her with a gentle smile, "Shuang'er, just keep moving forward, Uncle Wang will be your way out."

She remembered wearing that mask countless times, putting herself in danger, and being chased by pursuers who would shout at her, "Retreat or not?"

What was her answer back then?

she says……

she says.

"Look at the blood on my sword, and guess whether I'll retreat or not!"

She recalled the early days of the Black Armored Cavalry, when they were stretched thin in every aspect, yet they stood before Prince Ruiyang and solemnly swore an oath—

"I swear to follow His Highness Prince Ruiyang to the death. If I go and never return, I will go with the general and never return!"

The Black Armor Cavalry faced numerous hardships and setbacks in their formation, but they said that for Wan Jin, for Bai Yu Jing, and for their homeland to be spared from invasion, they were fearless, they were fearless of nothing.

Such an army should not die because of the stigma of invading the capital.

Jiang Jinshuang refused.

"Boom——"

The thunder roared, as if someone was angry and growling, each roar a condemnation.

Jiang Jinshuang lifted her foot.

She was already standing on the city wall, at the highest point of the city wall.

But she lifted her foot and climbed onto the city wall.

A fierce, cold wind whipped up her long robe and her dark hair.

From this position, if a crossbowman from Beihuai were to shoot an arrow at her, she would be an easy target.

She stood there, letting the wind tousle her red dress.

Lu Xiao looked up at Jiang Jinshuang's actions, but only frowned. He waved his hand and gave the order: "Attack the city!"

A look of triumphant madness flashed in Wen Rile's eyes; he was about to succeed!
He's about to succeed!

As long as the Black Armor Cavalry storms into the capital, no matter the outcome, Wan Jin will be his!
He is the ultimate victor!
He raised his head and looked at Jiang Jinshuang, who was standing on the city wall at a high place.

He felt that the little princess was trying to commit suicide.

He jumped off the city wall, committing suicide to preserve his body intact.

—This must be the last bit of courage Princess Zhaoming of Wan Jin possessed.

That's what Wen Rile thought.

He lowered his head, too lazy to look at the scenery on the city wall anymore.

Until he heard a woman's deep, cold voice coming from above him.

"Step back—"

Wen Rile frowned and looked up, only to see the woman finally make a move.

She raised her hand and removed the mask of a killing god from her face.

Below the city gate, Lu Xiao did not look up, nor did he pay attention to Jiang Jinshuang's words.

The order to "attack the city" had been given. Lu Xiao drew his spear, spurred his horse, and charged toward the city gate!

But the thousands of troops behind them seemed to pause for a moment.

Belatedly realizing what was happening, Lu Xiao suddenly looked up at Jiang Jinshuang high above!
The mask of the God of Slaughter fell from a great height, revealing the girl's unruly face.

Jiang Jinshuang's eyes were murderous, and her voice brooked no argument!
"I said, back off!"

Lu Xiao didn't even have time to react.

The next second, the 300,000 black-armored cavalry behind them seemed to realize something, and the instant they saw Jiang Jinshuang's face—

Everyone dismounted and knelt in unison before the figure on the platform.

"Where the tiger tally points, my bones will pave the way!"

"A thousand miles apart, all the mountains will fall together!"

The mountains roared and the tsunami roared.

They all knelt down.

Finally, as if realizing something, Lu Xiao stiffly raised his head, his gaze landing somewhat sluggishly on Jiang Jinshuang.

The girl, dressed in fiery red, stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, her presence more intense than the smoke of war stretching for miles.

What are the black-armored knights shouting?
Tiger tally?

Didn't we not have the tiger tally?
Where is the tiger tally?
Lu Xiao's eyes moved slightly; the dazzling light made his eyes feel a little sore.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, General Ruiyang had complained to him that his young prince was straightforward and immature, and might suffer in the future.

At that time, Lu Xiao had not yet thought of how to appease Prince Ruiyang when he heard him say with a smile, "Therefore, I have left a way out for my Shuang'er."

"An escape route?" Lu Xiao was too young to understand at the time.

Prince Ruiyang smiled and nodded: "Yes."

“My Shuang’er, whether she wants to protect herself and live a peaceful life in the future, or rise up in anger and overturn injustice, she has the confidence to do so.”

He had read the letter of peace that General Ruiyang had sent to Princess Zhaoming.

Every letter begins with the same phrase, "The ashes remain unchanged."

The frost remains the same, the frost remains the same...

what……

Oh, I see.

Lu Xiao's eyes reddened slightly as he looked up at Princess Zhaoming, who was even more dazzling than the sunlight.

It turns out that the tiger tally that everyone in the world had been searching for was nowhere to be found.

—It's Jiang Jinshuang herself.