Ling Jianqiu fell from the city gate tower to the city wall and walked downwards.

But Xuan Feng stopped him and "Stop."

Ling Jianqiu stopped with his back to him, "What's the matter?"

"Who is the woman holding the sword below?" Xuan Feng pulled out the blade from the city wall.

Ling Jianqiu said lightly: "It's just an opponent."

"No matter who, the thief should be punished at this point." Xuan Feng instantly flew downwards.

But only a metal collision was heard.

Ling Jianqiu had stepped on the battlement of the city wall at some point, holding a sword in his hand, and unsheathed the sword for about a century.

The flying blade disappeared into the city wall. Xuan Feng's eyes sternly, "Who are you?"

"When I was young, I heard from the Queen Zhenyue's mother that the late emperor had eight shadow guards in the imperial guards of the heaven and earth, the world, and the universe, and they were loyal to the saint no matter what." Ling Jianqiu turned his head slightly, "Now the Eight Shadow Guards are gone, if you don't want Tianfeng to be lonely from now on, take your people down."

Chen Jian inadvertently let out a sword roar, and a sword mark appeared out of thin air on Xuan Feng's mask.

"Princess Zhenyue?" Xuan Feng was shocked and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sword mark.

Ling Jianqiu turned around, "Is there anything else I want to ask?"

"It turns out that it is His Highness Anlan, and Xuanfeng is negligent." Xuanfeng looked at the fingertips that had touched the sword scars and gradually oozed out of blood.

Ling Jianqiu turned his head and rushed towards the city.

A shadow guard stepped forward and asked, "He is King Anlan?"

"It is the King Anlan who holds the sword until the front of the emperor." Xuan Feng replied.

"Just let him go?" Qingyingwei said with slightest.

Since the founding of the Eight Shadow Guard, there has never been a reason why the traitors were able to escape safely.

What's more, is it an assassin who attempts to assassin the Lord?

"Since that's the case, let them enter the city." Xuan Feng said coldly.

The Yingwei Qing was shocked, "What?"

"This is your Majesty's order, and you and I will do it." Xuan Feng rushed into the city.

Under the city gate.

"Everything you do is very dangerous." Ling Pengyue looked at the person in front of him and said indifferently.

Ling Jianqiu nodded, "A lifetime of death."

Ling Pengyue sighed, "Why?"

"The unjust souls of that city will never be in peace, only the wind and sand will bury their corpses." Ling Jianqiu lowered his head slightly, "I have been in danger many times because of those who cannot come back, and even so that the wandering lonely souls in the desert can be safely buried."

"Do you think it was our Ling royal family who harmed you?" Ling Pengyue frowned slightly.

Ling Jianqiu shook his head, "It may not be that tracing the origin, but you could have prevented all this from happening. Even if my mother died, she still believes that you will come."

Ling Pengyue's eyes dimmed and he didn't say anything.

"I was two years old that year, and I could only watch her be engulfed by the fire burned into the hall, but I could do nothing." Ling Jianqiu said calmly, even if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Only Mu Kexin heard the sadness in his words and lowered her head slightly.

Ling Pengyue said in a deep voice: "Then are you willing to believe me?"

"The reason why my mother died is because she trusts you Ling family too much." Ling Jianqiu looked at him, "What do you think?"

"After all, my cousin won't be here to kill me in a fight." Ling Pengyue smiled.

Ling Jianqiu's tone was still calm, "Master told me that the sword is hard and easy to break, and if the mind is held, it will be destroyed. There are not many choices left for me now, so I am willing to believe that this time is also the last time."

Ling Pengyue nodded, "Okay."

White Horse Temple.

Yan Yuanjie swung his spear, and the tip of the spear seemed to be a dragon roaring. Wherever he passed, the grass and trees were gone, like a dragon traveling thousands of miles.

He directly suppressed Tianfeng's phoenix pecking sword technique.

"Didn't the patrol camp send Meng Daishan here?" In the underground Buddhist cave, Kong Wenliang frowned and looked at Emperor Jingyang as the sound of the phoenix became weaker and weaker.

At the same time, a soldier hurried from the darkness and said, "Report!"

"What's the matter?" Kong Wenliang saw that Emperor Jingyang did not speak for a long time, so he had to take the initiative.

"Lord Xuanfeng has been driven back to the city." The soldier said.

Kong Wenliang was shocked, "Who is it?"

The soldier looked at Emperor Jingyang hesitantly, and finally spoke hesitantly, "Ling Jianqiu."

Emperor Jingyang looked at the long incense stick that had been burning for more than half on the incense burner in front of him, thinking, "It's coming at sunset."

"We did leave the army back then. We were stopped when we marched outside Yumen Pass. Because it was close to Xizhou and was not within the scope of Tianji Pavilion, there was no record of this matter." Ling Pengyue said in a deep voice: "But Aunt Zhenyue treats me well when she is still in Luoyang, so how can I ignore it? So, I investigated it privately."

"Who stopped me?" Ling Jianqiu grabbed the point, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Ling Pengyue pondered: "One person."

"One person?" Ling Jianqiu tightened his scabbard. Who can withstand thousands of troops?

Ling Pengyue's tone was full of awe, "Maybe it is, an immortal."

"Immortal? This sounds like a fairy tale." Ling Jianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ling Pengyue threw a cloth bag at him, "There is a special ultimatum for the Ministry of War when he went to the expedition and the holy seal of Your Majesty. If you have any questions, you might as well ask again."

Ling Jianqiu took it, but did not take it apart, but moved the sword-fin out of the scabbard.

Ling Pengyue did not move or say anything, just watched the cloth bag and the stack of paper inside it being rolled to pieces.

"Then, please give me a visit to the emperor." After a while, Ling Jianqiu took a step back.

"If I hadn't been forced to do it, who would want to come back?" Ling Pengyue smiled helplessly.

Ling Jianqiu looked at Jianfeng in his hand, "If it weren't for the sake of the things in your heart, there would be only regret. If you choose to come back, it must be for the things in your heart."

Ling Pengyue turned over and looked at the sunset, "Maybe."

"I will go back there. I will find out the truth about this for you, for me, for those masterless souls." Ling Jianqiu said lightly: "If I find that something is inconsistent with what you say, whether it is your Ling Pengyue empire or his Ling Aoyang empire, I will definitely teach it and it will no longer exist."

"Just like Loulan back then."

Ling Pengyue just smiled, "I hope it won't be mine."

On the city wall, the commander-in-chief staggered up and shouted with all his last strength: "Open the city gate!"

The city gate slowly opened.

Ling Pengyue rode his horse and whipped it, and the seven thousand An Guo army followed closely behind and galloped into the city.

Ling Jianqiu returned the sword to the sheath, "It's over."

"Tonight, there should be a lot of people here." Mu Kexin asked softly.

"Maybe no one will die." Ling Jianqiu looked at Ling Pengyue's back.
Chapter completed!