Xiaolou survived the disaster, but she was not so happy. She still had a cold face in the carriage. It was just that Chen Fengsheng was chatting around and she was very annoyed. Besides, Cheng Meng died so uncertainly, and her thoughts gathered in her heart, and her mind was very confused.

She didn't want to ask what Chen Quansheng had to do with Empress Huayin, because she couldn't ask. Of course, how could she escape by chance last night? This is also a mystery. Xiaolou naturally didn't believe that she was chasing the rabbit like the lies she made up. When she thought about this, she saw Chen Quansheng gently wipe away the tears with the back of her hand, saying that the rabbit given to her brother died in the fire...

Chen Fengsheng seemed not to want to give up, and approached Xiaolou again in the unstable carriage: "Second sister, can you talk to me? You have been walking for so long, and you didn't say a word to me. We are still going far away. Are you still angry with me? But you said you have forgiven me? I don't know how to do that fire. I guess it must be the eldest sister again. Chen Wanxin didn't want to let you go at all. If you can't succeed, she just wanted to kill you..." Chen Fengsheng kept his three words from his career. After a while, he began to mention how vicious and despicable the eldest lady Chen Wanxin was.

Chen Wanxin's actions really don't need her, an outsider, to tell herself. Xiaolou glanced at her faintly. Chen Fengsheng is no longer the cowardly and vulnerable. She always likes to hide behind her elder brother. It seems that she is also hiding deeply. Xiaolou wants to show off with her, but she has no evidence to accuse her of the fifth sister of her actions. If she doesn't do it well, she will be charged with treating her sister harshly. So she can only grit her teeth and silently wait for the chatter of Fengsheng. At the right time, she asked: "Don't you want Cheng Meng? I thought you have a good relationship with her and elder brother, but when she dies, you keep talking to me?"

"I..." Everyone is always secret. Chen Fengsheng is only fifteen years old. She can't play everything. Cheng Meng is dead, but she only cares whether she can deserve the forgiveness of her second sister and is upset. This is indeed unreasonable. However, she not only knows how to play, but also talks with sarcastic words: "Second sister, I thought you wouldn't mention her anymore. Of course I miss you, but I know you are in a bad mood. If I mention her, you will definitely be even more sad, so I don't want to mention it. But since you have said everything, how can I not be sad as my sister? But I am also afraid that it is so easy for my elder sister to kill someone, let alone deal with me, who is unarmed and has no protection ability, and is dispensable in the mansion?"

Xiaolou still closed his eyes, and Chen Fengsheng still did not change his original intention. After all, he still wanted to help her deal with Chen Wanxin. He was very tired, really tired. She couldn't bear the buzzing sound of Chen Fengsheng in his ears, so he advised: "Fifth sister, why don't you go back to your own carriage first? I want to sleep for a while. The journey is long, I'm so sleepy. I'm afraid I can't chat with you..." Chen Fengsheng was about to refuse, but the carriage shook violently, and suddenly stopped. A guard shouted: "There are assassins, assassins, protect the emperor and the empress!"

Xiaolou became alert in an instant. What's going on? Soon, a crisp sound of swords colliding appeared around the carriage. As soon as Xiaolou lifted the curtains of the carriage to check the situation, he was instantly blocked by a body of a guard who was kicked over. The guard was covered in blood and his eyes were open. He died tragically. Chen Fengsheng saw this and couldn't help but scream. Xiaolou used his hand to push away the corpse blocking the window, and the outside was already in chaos. The swords and halberds were fighting each other, and the flesh and blood were inevitably blurred. When the assassin saw that there were still living people in the carriage, he stabbed in the window without saying a word. Xiaolou quickly hid back with Chen Fengsheng, avoiding the fatal sword. When he glared, he immediately stepped on the weapon and could not move.

Seeing that he could not pull out his weapons, the assassin took a spear from the dead guard on the ground and stabbed it into the carriage. Xiaolou was shocked. Is this group of assassins targeting the emperor? Even the female relatives with him wanted to kill one of them? Judging from the sword body, sword shape, density, and luster that he had just stepped on, this should be a common weapon for the Shuo people. It seems that this sneak attack should have been done by the Shuo people. But what made Xiaolou feel terrible was that their target was not only the emperor, but also the civil and military officials who are pillars of the country! You must know that an emperor can choose another king if he is gone. If all the civil and military officials are annihilated by them at this opportunity today, then there will be no one in the Wei Kingdom to be able to use it.

It seems that the people of Shuo are really ambitious. They not only want to take the emperor's life, but also want to cut off the lifeline of Wei. Today is the best time they have been waiting for for a long time. They can catch all the opportunities in one go without preparing for it themselves! Xiaolou didn't have time to think about it at this time, because the carriage was almost poked into the shape of a hornet's nest, and there would be more dangers when they stayed there, so she pulled Chen Sheng and jumped out of the carriage. As soon as she landed, she was surprised to find that the number of these assassins was greater than she thought, and the ground was gradually covered with bloody guard corpses.

How could this happen? Although the people of Wei are not as tall as those of Shuo, they have been raised in harsh climates all year round, but their combat power is not so low. However, the situation is now, the guards of Wei are retreating step by step, and it seems that they have been captured by the assassins. The assassins act quickly and are always killed with one move. After all, this place is not far from the capital, and reinforcements arrive soon, so they can only take action as soon as possible during this period, so the killing is more fierce, and there is an unstoppable hostility coming to the face. Xiaolou boldly speculates that these people are probably top killers and are different from ordinary royal guards, so their martial arts moves are ruthless and accurate, so this systematically trained large inner guards are not enough to become their opponents.

She took the opportunity to jump onto the carriage and climbed up to look. The vast ceremonial war had collapsed by the assassin. The only thing she could see was the carriage that was parked in the middle of the road and the people running around and running around. At this time, Ning Shijing in the distance was struggling to defend the enemy with his Fengming sword, and the princes from all walks of life did not forget to act like they were protecting the emperor and the empress. However, a white figure falling from the top of the tree made her fall from the carriage in shock. She was so familiar with this figure that she had been living with this figure for ten years.

He is the master of the Netherworld Organization, Bai Mingsheng!

The ice-blue eyes were obviously passionate but actually extremely cold. The thin lips were tightly pursed under the bridge of the high nose, a spotless white brocade robe, holding a sword she had never seen before, a golden belt on her waist, a pair of boots of the same color on her legs, and an egg-sized jade behind the boots, swaying on the top of the tree. The master's martial arts have always been unfathomable, but the gentleness is the best interpretation of his perfect appearance. In addition, the whole person exudes a faint disdainful atmosphere, which makes him so beautiful that he seems to blur the men and women. A kind of maturity appeared on his evil face, and the fallen leaves inadvertently lingered around him, and from time to time fell on his white jade hairpin.

He held the sword and swooped down with a bitter murderous aura, and the target was directly facing Ning Shijing. Xiaolou couldn't help but exclaim in the distance that he was too far away, so they could not hear Xiaolou's urgent call. He didn't expect that the master would do this business with the Shuo people this time. But it was understandable. This is the killer group. From beginning to end, it was without any conditions. As long as there was money, they could do anything, even if it was assassination of the emperor! Youming was severely injured by Prince Shijing before, and Youming's master miraculously survived. His first thing was to reorganize Youming.

However, reconstruction cannot be completed overnight, and it also requires a lot of money to maintain. This transaction is the beginning of the reconstruction of Netherworld. Ning Shijing seemed very surprised that this man's great power could survive under his sword of killing. He seemed to understand why Xiaolou was always frowning, as if he was worried. It turned out that Netherworld could not burn out wildfires, and the spring breeze blew up again. Ning Shijing frowned and held Feng Mingjian's hand and clenched hard: "Ha, I thought that you had wiped out all of you ten months ago. Who would have thought there would be another fish that missed the net!"

Bai Mingsheng snorted coldly, and the wind blew the white hairband on his head, whistling: "Hmph, maybe my fate is not enough. Who made my heart position different from others? Maybe God doesn't want to accept me so soon, because I still have a thought that has not been finished. Ning Shijing, I tell you, since you have missed your chance to kill me, then from now on, I will not give you a chance again, let's draw a sword..." White clothes, like snow, fluttering in the wind, but the strong murderous aura around him became increasingly dense, and the enemy was in front of him, Ning Shijing had to accompany him!

Bai Mingsheng pointed his sword at Ning Shijing, his knees bent slightly, and suddenly he glared hard with his left foot back, and his body quickly jumped forward. In the blink of an eye, he reached Ning Shijing's eyes, and the tip of the sword stabbed his chest. At this critical moment, Ning Shijing calmly took a small step to the left, and his left hand was separated by his sword blade, and his right hand hit his chest with a palm. Bai Mingsheng then waved his left palm, and with a bang, both of them were shaken away by the force of the other party's palm. Once he landed, Bai Mingsheng instantly glared backward with his left foot, turned his wrist, and took advantage of the momentum to stab Ning Shijing's heart, which had not yet stood still. Ning Shijing quickly stabbed three swords at the base of his thighs. Ning Shijing was naturally not confused at all. He saw the tricks of the three death-taking swords in the Netherworld, and attacking the heart was still for its purpose, and the other two swords were actually virtual moves.

So, after dealing with Ziru's false depressed falling to the ground, he stepped on his right foot, swung his right hand quickly to block his chest, and held Bai Mingsheng's sword. After the two of them stopped, Ning Shijing raised the sword upwards, turned backwards, and kicked his right foot straight towards Bai Mingsheng's chest. Bai Mingsheng could only wave a palm with his left hand, and faced his foot with another bang, and the two were bounced away. Bai Mingsheng stretched his brows and hid his left hand behind him, while Ning Shijing fell to the ground with a beautiful back. With this move, the two of them had a draw. However, Ning Shijing's burned wound began to seep out blood again, and the pain also came, but there was no sign of his face.

"Master..." Xiaolou ran over panting and called out to Master in a low voice, but Bai Mingsheng heard it. He turned his head to face her eyes, but Xiaolou still looked straight in his eyes, as if he was a little sad. Once the master's sword was unsheathed, how many undead would be added... Such a praying look almost shocked Bai Mingsheng, a killer who had already become cold as iron, and she still had not changed, as beautiful as ever. However, once this battle started, there was absolutely no way out. He still drew his sword slowly, and the sunlight covered by the clouds was shining coldly, as if it was integrated with his sword with white.

"Lou'er, retreat aside. This is a war between us men. Don't interfere! Protect yourself! I will definitely win!" The two of them were several feet apart, but Ning Shijing still smiled slightly at her. There was a hint of sadness in his smile, like a beast walking in the cold rain, lonely, lonely, and full of helplessness and bitterness. Such a smile made Xiaolou stunned. She had never seen Ning Shijing laugh like this before. But for the moment when Ning Shijing was stunned, the white sword light flowed out from Bai Mingsheng's sleeves. Before he could raise his sword to fight back, the flash white had already arrived in front of him, and Ning Shijing had to twitch his feet and retreat quickly.

Bai Mingsheng forced Ning Shijing to retreat, and at the same time said to Xiaolou: "Go away, you shouldn't come here!"

Feng Ming's sword light finally soared into the sky. The sword in the air vainly and slid three sword flowers, like a snake spitting its core, piercing straight into his eyebrows. Bai Mingsheng just gently tapped the ground and disappeared out of thin air. When he pulled the sword and retreated, Bai Mingsheng appeared ten feet away, but only one thousandth of a second. The scorching sword light flashed in his chest and disappeared quickly. Even Ning Shijing saw nothing. He just subconsciously blocked it and suddenly felt a pain in his chest. With a clang, the two swords collided! Such a fast sword light is worthy of being the master of Netherworld. The next moment, the two swords were blowing out at the same time, as lightning. When the two swords intersected, the two sword energy collided, making a huge sound of landslide and cracking.

Xiaolou was shocked. The strength of these two people was almost the same. If they fought hard, they would die together. She was extremely scared. No matter which side was at a disadvantage, she would be afraid of death. She didn't want to see either side hurt. However, this fear did not shrink because of her tears. She could only watch them keep attacking and consume their lives little by little.

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The duel of experts is also a duel of handsome men.

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