Jiangmen iron blood poisonous concubine

Chapter 1063 The world is moving. 19
He was able to almost kill a former emperor, no matter how high he is, now, he is his defeat.

Just when he swung his knife ferociously and excitedly and wanted to slash at Lianjiang again, Yu Huan's soft sword had already wrapped around his neck, and she cursed coldly: "You dog slave, who betrayed the lord and asked for glory, you should be killed!" !!"

The man opened his eyes wide in horror and wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't utter a word.

Because the soft sword in Yu Huan's hand moved and cut off the head on his neck.

The human head rolled down at Lianjiang's feet, because he was over excited and frightened at the moment, the two extreme emotions mixed together, making him look very hideous and terrifying.

The eyeballs protruded, the muscles on his face twisted, and he stared at Yu Huan as if he had seen a ghost.

And Qing Wu kicked that head away mercilessly, and she couldn't understand this dog slave the most.

However, she doesn't like Lianjiang to some extent.

I think he is cowardly and incompetent as the emperor.

Coupled with the previous hatred, he showed no mercy to Lianjiang, and snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "Don't think of yourself as an emperor, a phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken, and you are not even as good as a chicken now."

Chickens can still squat in the cage and watch the battle.

Now, his lotus is the meat on that chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Of course, it was lucky to meet Qin Shiyue, otherwise, he is now a prisoner of Xie Lingshu, and he doesn't know how he died.

This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Lianjiang's face turned blue and purple in Qingwu's sarcasm, ashamed and angry, but more of a helpless helplessness.

Now he can only accept such ridicule.

He lowered his head, enduring the pain in his back, and his voice was very soft, like mosquito whispers, weak and weak: "You are right, I am nothing."

The wound on the back was burning hot.

The oozing blood soaked his dragon robe, surrounded by countless imperial guards, watching him covetously, wanting to cramp and skin him.

Such a scene is as ironic as it is ironic.

His eyes were white, and he almost fainted.

The sword in his hand fell down.

However, the sword did not fall to the ground, Yu Huan stretched out his hand to clamp the edge of the sword, raised the sword in front of him, and said to him: "If you don't fight, you will lose yourself, that is your greatest shame."

It doesn't matter what you lose, the important thing is to dare to fight and fight for what you want.

At that moment, Lian Jiang's eyes were white, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he felt that the girl Yu Huan standing in front of her was too beautiful.

It was like a ray of light that broke through the abyss and shot into his hesitant heart.

The fire in his heart was ignited, burning scorchingly, and life was rekindled.

He took the sword in her hand in a trance. At that moment, there was a strong wind, flying sand and rocks, covered with black clouds, and the sky and the earth were groggy, like the coming end of the world.

Lianjiang staggered and fell towards Yu Huan.

Yu Huan quickly supported him so that he would not fall.

The two of them were blinded by the wind and sand, and the sand slashed across their faces, causing some stinging pain.

It turned out that it was Xuanyuanxuan who activated the formation technique, which was originally a heretical technique of the I Ching of Qiankun, which abruptly reversed the situation, and the color of the world changed.

(End of this chapter)