Huhu~~

The rapid air flowed up, lifting up the dusty green clothes. The short hair, which was not very long, was wet with sweat, and was pressed against the pretty face one by one.

But she didn't dare to stop at all. The sound of horse hooves coming from her ears was like a whip soaked in water, making her whip keep whipping.

The dragon horse neighed lowly, red sweat kept flowing, and her mouth was covered in white foam, and she was almost gone to waste.

"Princess..."

At one moment, she seemed to have some sense, and couldn't help but look up, feeling the arrival of the will of reality, and a great despair flashed in her heart.

Such a strong will as solid as the essence, at least at the level of a master or above, right?

For the sake of a maid like himself, those people actually dispatched such a master?!

"Princess!"

The girl in green was desperate and her strength was out of control.

Finally, the dragon and horse roared with tragic sounds, folded their four hooves together, and suddenly pounced down, throwing their master to the ground.

"Ah Huang!"

The girl in green had sad eyes, but she had no time to comfort her horse. She felt the sound of horse hooves gradually approaching. She bit the life-burning pill in her mouth and ran to the city where the outline was visible at the end of the official road.

She is not afraid of death, but she cannot die here.

"Xilulu~"

The dragon horse neighed, and several black-clothed swordsmen stopped their horses from afar. Several of them seemed to be frightened, and they fell off their horses. Fortunately, they had light skills and staggered and stabilized their bodies.

"who?!"

Several swordsmen in black changed their expressions.

Zheng ~

The man in front of him felt like he was facing a great enemy, with a knife in his hand and looking into the distance, his expression was horrified and his hair exploded.

Just a moment ago, he felt a strong will coming. In just a moment, a few dragon horses lost control, and he himself became even more dark.

"Captain?"

The swordsmen in black also noticed something, drew their swords, and stood with their backs against each other, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"This is, Qianli Soul Locking?!"

The captain's heart trembled. Even if the pursuer was not far away, he seemed to have lost the courage to pursue him.

His martial arts are much higher than the few people behind him, and he knows better what this means.

But how is this possible?!

How is that possible?!

For a moment, he was shocked and felt his heart beating like a drum, and he dared not chase after him, nor did he dare to retreat.

"Um?!"

The girl in green was holding a knife in her hand and running, and was ready to fight to the death. However, before long, she noticed something strange.

Looking back, I saw that the pursuers all stopped for some reason, as if they were facing a great enemy, as if they felt something extremely frightened.

"Is it?"

As soon as the thought changed, she felt a sense of excitement, shocked and happy.

Trepidation!

At this moment, she heard a long cry and a crane sings in the sky!

"Blue-eyed White Crane! Is it really him?!"

Looking at the white crane that was shaking its wings, the girl in green was surprised, while the group of swordsmen in black were cold in their hearts, as if they were falling into an ice cave.

"Beheading knife, Yang Yu!"

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

With the spread of major events, the name of the beheading sword has long been more than limited to Qingzhou, and the Yunbai Prefectures and even the Longyuan Road are also well-known.

This red-eyed white crane is also known to everyone.

The white crane in front of him swooped down, and the Longyuan Guards became more and more alert, and the palms of the leaders were wet.

Huh ~

The strong wind whistled, blowing the grass and ashes on the rolling path.

The black robe covered his body and his facial features were missing. It was Yang Yu, who had descended to the body of the living dead through the evil seal. Looking at the people in front of the forest, he frowned slightly.

He had seen the girl in green twice. She was Yu Fengxian's maid, and those swordsmen in black were obviously Long Yuanwei.

Under what circumstances did the people from Longyuan Guard dare to chase the princess' maid?

only……

"Your Mightiness……"

Seeing that he was the one he imagined, the Long Yuanwei people all breathed a sigh of relief. The captain also regained his calmness, but he did not dare to relax his vigilance and spoke from afar.

However, Yang Yu ignored him and looked at the maid in green:

"What happened?"

‘Mr. Ma?’

As if he noticed something, the girl in green relaxed her guard and said with a bitter expression:

"Zhang Lingfeng suddenly attacked, imprisoned the old lady, and wanted to become king... I couldn't stop the lady. The lady left me and asked me to hide my name, yes, yes..."

Is Long Yuan’s way of fighting for the throne?

Yang Yu knew it, in fact, he was not surprised. Not only him, but anyone with discerning eyes in Long Yuandao could expect this result, but...

"Old Prince, is he dead?"

The girl in green shook her head.

"No?"

Prison Yang was slightly shocked.

After my father died, my uncle and nephew competed for the throne, which was common in the Ming Dynasty and even in all dynasties. However, before my father died, he dared to launch the throne, but in ancient and modern times, there were only a few people in ancient and modern times.

Everyone thought that the Zhang Lingfeng meeting would not attack until the old prince passed away.

But unexpectedly, he dared to take the big flaw in the world, betray his mother, nephew, and father...

Is this when the Zhang family kings died?

Or is there any other support behind it?

As he thought about it, Yang Yu looked at the Longyuan Guard swordsman who was in a dilemma inside and out. He could be sent to chase a maid, so he could not be a master.

In fact, this captain is even worse than Zhou Xili, who saw him back then. Not to mention himself, the living dead man was enough to kill him with one hand.

"In Xialongyuan Guard, Huozi Camp Xu stopped, who is yours?"

Feeling the cold and harsh gaze, the captain's heart was cold, but he didn't expect that the servant in black who had been described in the information was so cold and powerful.

"We are under the order of King Longyuan to capture this beast. If you want to intervene, you need to consider the consequences!"

A black-clad swordsman said in a deep voice. Before he finished speaking, he was already slapped on the ground by Xu Yi stopping and slapping his heart. His forehead was filled with sweat:

"You don't know the rules, please don't blame me..."

Xu Yizhan wanted to turn around and hammer the bastard subordinate. Isn’t this forcing others to take action?

If they were defeated by others, even if the royal palace was furious and sent troops to encircle them, could they still be resurrected?

"Longyuan King, Longyuan Guard, is such a big name."

Yang Yu looked cold and didn't say much, just waved his hand:

"People, please?"

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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xu Yiting's breathing is rapid, his palm holding the hilt is loose and tight, but he still sighs dejectedly and leads the dragon horse toward Heishan City.

The aura of the person in front of him was cold and powerful, but if it were just like that, he would not have the power to fight. But looking at the strong bow on his back and the white crane hovering at low altitude, he still gave up his decisive attempt.

The archers and birds are all inseparable from the master, and they are inseparable from the archer...

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"King Longyuan..."

In the room, Yang Yu was silent in his heart as he looked at the land god card that turned into smoke and clouds and sank into the old man's body.

There were nine out of ten veins in the Ming Dynasty. The nine princes controlled nearly 60% of the elite troops of the Ming Dynasty and guarded the border for the imperial court. Their power was extremely powerful. Throughout the past three thousand years, countless people named emperors were not as powerful as their power.
To be continued...