The tyrant of the black-bellied evil emperor

Chapter 2
Facing this sudden strange emotion, Yu Wenyan quietly covered his chest and forced himself to calm down.

It must be because Xuanyuan Qingpeng looks so much like his sister, that's why he was in a trance, and mistaken Xuanyuan Qingpeng on the city wall for Xuanyuan Qingfeng, yes, it must be like this!
"Just now you looked calm and calm, I thought you were not afraid of death, why, finally recognized your situation, are you afraid?" Yu Wenyan sneered coldly, deliberately ignoring the inexplicable pain in his heart.

"Hahahahaha! Afraid? Since when has I, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, been afraid?" A burst of maniacal laughter broke out, and Yu Wenyan's heart was shaken.

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng? How could it be you? Aren't you supposed to be at Tongling Pass?!" Yu Wenyan stared wide-eyed, staring at the stunning beauty on the city wall in disbelief.

"Tongling Pass?" Xuanyuan Qingfeng snorted coldly, "Yuwenyan, do you think I'll be fooled by you? Have you been informed?"

"Where is Xuanyuan Qingpeng? He is really talented! He actually let a woman come out to die!" Yu Wenyan drew his bow and arrow, aimed at Xuanyuan Qingfeng coldly, and said with a cold face, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, don't I thought the crown prince would not dare to kill you!"

"Hahahahaha!" Hearing this, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, tears splashing.

The wild and desolate laughter made Yu Wenyan's heart tighten instantly, and the hand holding the bow and arrow trembled slightly.

"Yuwenyan, you are willing to block poisonous arrows for me, how could you be willing to let me die?" Having laughed enough, Xuanyuan Qingfeng dragon robe flicked and looked at Yuwenyan mockingly, "You are really ruthless, In order to win my trust, even my own life is willing to bet on it."

"No, Feng'er..." Yu Wenyan felt a pain in his heart, and couldn't wait to explain something.

However, this familiar yet unfamiliar call deeply hurt Xuanyuan Qingfeng's heart.

"Shut up! Yuwenyan, Feng'er, you'll never have the right to call those two words!" Xuanyuan Qingfeng interrupted Yuwenyan's explanation sharply, and stroked the broken Jiaoweiqin with both hands again, ignoring the strings. The scarlet blood bounced without distraction.

The vast and ferocious desolation is like a heavenly design.

Stay in Ma and look around, the climate is circuitous.

The autumn sky is majestic, and the yellow sun will disappear.

How many pedestrians see things in daylight.

Mo road ups and downs, full of war bones.

The invisible Chibi is full of blood.

The cool and melodious singing made countless soldiers feel sorry for each other.Just when everyone was in a trance, they suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

When everyone reacted, they found that Xuanyuan Qingfeng had cut off ten of her fingers, ten fingers connected to her heart, but she didn't seem to feel the pain, and used her internal force to force the blood out of her body. Ten blood pillars gathered at the severed finger.

"Not good! This is the legendary Art of Fiendish Blood Heaven and Earth! Hurry up and protect His Highness the Crown Prince!" The generals were shocked when they saw this, and one by one they flew in front of Yu Wenyan.

The ten blood pillars turned into ten life-threatening talismans, but they did not take Yu Wenyan's life, because there were too many people standing in front of him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng exhausted the last drop of blood, and finally died with hatred. !
"Feng'er—" Watching Xuanyuan Qingfeng die tragically in front of her eyes, Yu Wenyan's heart seemed to be emptied, his slender figure flickered, and he passed out without warning.

In Xuanyuan 82, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, God of War, died young at the age of 17.

(End of this chapter)