And across the ravine three thousand feet, in front of the Ningbing Avenue Chengguan.
The soldiers in the city even forgot to shoot arrows.
Within a few days, they were shocked one after another. After the Queen of Blackwater flickered and startled the city, they saw someone again, freezing the long river with one step.
Yuzhao Dragonriders stared at their lord with the most reverence, they knew that after the Queen, they would also take the top of the city at the fastest speed. Achievement in the history of dragon riding wars, the first battle that will go down in history.
Gong Yin went back and forth, and the moat froze an ice road.
Another back and forth, the ice road is more solid.
On the third round trip, the ice road became a black bridge, the black river water was undulating on all sides, and those sharp knives at the bottom of the river became the bones of the ice bridge.
During the second back and forth, the people in the city came to their senses and shot arrows one after another. Gong Yin's whole body was aroused with stellar energy, and the arrows were frozen in mid-air, and when they fell, they condensed into ice and snow, making a clanging sound.
Seen from the city, there is a black ice bridge below, and a man with fluttering sleeves walks calmly in the middle. The aura on it is like a star cluster, floating and shining, and countless arrows are like rain. Butterflies fell into the sky.
This scene is picturesque. Like a **** showing grace.
Murder on the battlefield has never been so picturesque.
In the daze, the ice bridge has been completed.
Gong Yin stopped and lowered his eyes slightly, no one noticed that his face was slightly pale.
Even though Prajna Snow is the only one in the world, it is difficult to estimate the real power consumed to turn this three-foot-long moat into an ice bridge.
He has no strength left. If you don't go to the city, you will lose your chance.
The next battle still needs someone to command.
I'm exhausted, and it's getting dark.
Behind him, the dragon rider crossed the moat on the ice bridge and began to go up the city.
The winter night was bitterly cold, and the general behind him wanted to put on a cloak for him. He remembered the oath he had made, and waved his hand to refuse.
There was a slight danger to Hengbo, even if it was an empty oath, he didn't dare to try it.
He looked up at the top of the city, and seemed to smell the smoke and fire coming from the city.
Yokohama, how are you?
…
"Your Majesty! The Kanglong army seems to be about to light a fire!"
"I know."
"His Majesty…"
"You guys, surrender."
"His Majesty!"
She waved her hand and let out a long breath wearily. Looking at the already dark sky.
There is no moon or star tonight, and the sky is too dark to have any color.
Is it to make the flames of the waiting party shine more vividly?
But no matter how bright the colors are, no matter how clear the benchmark is, if someone insists not to see it, it will be useless.
Waiting for three days and three nights, my heart surged from scorching to calm until now it was as cold as ice.
to despair.
Calculate the time, Qingqi fast forward, it should have arrived long ago.
She no longer has any expectations.
It's because she thinks too much, those disguises, those accompanying, those supporting, maybe it's just an illusion, or it's just another plan of his, it has nothing to do with love, heart, or her.
Although she didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it, but San Ri Kong and others told her that it seemed to be the case.
It doesn't matter. All she wants is an answer. This is also the answer.
With this answer, she can cut off the past.
If it was said that she was still ambitious before, and wanted to become king and emperor, she would call back Dige. But when she confirmed that she was always under Gong Yin's control and being watched and played by him, all her beliefs collapsed.
Why bother, be a clown, live in a game arranged by others, and cheer for every achievement of yourself, maybe the person who controls everything is sneering.
What direction will you end up on the road arranged by others? It's definitely not what she wants anyway.
She would rather give up everything than be at the mercy of others inexplicably.
With this answer, she can disband everyone and return the soldiers to Cheng Gumo, which is regarded as compensation for the indirect death of his son, and Jiye, Hongtu, Queen, Diye... all go to hell.
She waited until the last moment, until everyone thought she was dead, and then left here forever.
I miss my three buddies so much...
The sky was so heavy overhead that she felt weary.
Raising his eyes, there was a faint spark in the city gate ahead.
Gong Yin.
You don't come!
…
In front of the city gate, the first round of attack was repelled, and the second round is in progress.
In the firelight, Gong Yin's face was as snowy as snow, and he never retreated a step before the battle. In a trance, it was still in the Yuzhao Palace back then, there was a battle, and he was seriously injured and never retreated at the top of the city.
At that time, he was struggling for his own position, but now he was fighting for her life.
Yokohama, how are you?
…
"Hey." A fiery red trace swept across the sky, piercing the black sky with a **** wound.
The rocket landed on the collapsed half of the main hall, instantly igniting the wooden structures.
Immediately, more rockets flew across the sky like shooting stars, rushing towards the main hall, the fire gradually spread from small to large, and gradually spread over the ruined walls.
The flames illuminated the bewildered and frightened faces of the soldiers.
Someone outside was shouting, telling the soldiers to surrender and not to kill. Although they had already received the queen's order, the soldiers were still hesitant. As for the rest of the generals, they were all under the hall, and none of them left.
The seven kills were very quiet, sitting on the ground guessing punches, as if they were not worried about the outcome of the battle at all. The content of their guessing punches seemed to be how long Jing Hengbo would sit on it, and who would **** her down first, and who would lose? People are not allowed to wipe their buttocks after defecating for three days.
Yingbai didn't look like a general except for one arrow that stunned the city. He didn't seem to have any interest in commanding this army at all. He just propped up his legs, drank wine, and looked into the distance like Jing Hengbo.
The same sentence lingered in his mind.
Why are you still not here?
…
The second round of siege.
More soldiers were sent to the city, and Gong Yin was almost sure that a considerable part of the inner city's troops had already been led to the city gate.
But he couldn't be sure whether the oppression on Jing Hengbo had completely disappeared.
Just about to order another round, I suddenly felt the sky brighten. When he looked up, he saw the sky in the distance, and the fire glowed red for a long time.
The last trace of blood faded from his cheeks, and he swayed. The general beside him hurriedly supported him.
He just stared at that direction so tightly that even his lips turned white.
Fire attack!
There is no need to guess the location, it must be the Shen Tie Palace!
The most feared thing happened, they really forced her with fire!
Her teleportation could not be afraid of any attack, but under her despair and anger, will she self-destruct?
The torches around him were blazing hot, but he felt as if he had fallen into a cold cellar.
No longer caring about the army in front of the city, he suddenly stood up.
At this moment, there is not much true energy left, and it is not very sure to forcefully break through the city gate, not to mention whether there will be changes after leaving the army, but all disadvantages have been ignored.
She's in the city, she's on fire!
With a long howl, the figure rose from the ground like a retrograde meteor, with snow puffing up from the soles of its feet, heading straight for the city.
The people in the city had been prepared for a long time, the big bow and the crossbow were rattling, and the arrows came down fiercely like a curtain.
At the top of the three-zhang city, rushing up with one breath, and resisting the first wave of arrow rain, one needs a mouthful of extremely vigorous and long-lasting, endlessly revolving true energy.
And he ran endlessly, constantly responding to the enemy, and even condensed ice into a bridge in front of the city gate.
Seeing that it is only three feet away from the city.
There was a sudden pain in his heart.
The zhenqi circulated, met the needle in the heart, and paused for a while.
In an instant, his true energy was released, his body was blocked, and a gap appeared in front of his body, and a jet-black arrow tip was spinning and flying towards the center of his eyebrows!
He can save himself, but he must fall into the city.
It is absolutely impossible to get back up after falling into the city.
He gritted his teeth and twisted his body in mid-air, trying to avoid the vital point, and with an arrow wound, he changed into the city and left.
Suddenly there was a sound of wind on the soles of his feet, a pair of hands gently supported the soles of his boots, and sent him upwards.
The moment those hands appeared, a familiar voice, Chuanyin chuckled, "Go, save her, the army will come!"
A wave of real power soared, sending him to the sky.
He whistled loudly.
The soldiers at the top of the city stopped their bows and arrows, and saw a figure soaring up from the bottom of the city like a rocket, over the city wall, over the stamp, and over their heads. At ten degrees, I saw the shadow like a fairy like a cloud of smoke rushing up into the sky, over the top of the city, and falling into the darkness and fire in the city.
It was so shocking that there was no sound in the city.
It took a long time before someone woke up and shouted: "Someone flew over the top of the city!"
In front of the city wall, another figure in a toga with long sleeves drifted down and landed on the horse that Gong Yin had ridden in front of the dragon rider.
Facing Longqi's surprised and questioning eyes, he spread his hands, and the palm of his hand was Gong Yin's kit.
"The National Teacher has an order," he said, "From now on, you will be under my command."
Gong Yin's kit has his unique mark. The group will bow their heads and obey orders.
Yeluqi put away the kit, smiled slightly, then frowned, staring at the red light in the sky.
He reached the city gate first, but was unable to enter the city for a while. I wanted to wait for Gong Yin to open the city gate to pick up a bargain, but who knew that I saw the fire in the city.
This time is not the time to be jealous.
Of course, he hoped that Gong Yin would send him into the city, but unfortunately he clearly understood that Jing Hengbo was not waiting for him.
Although he also felt that Jing Hengbo was not afraid of fire attacks when teleporting, but he was also afraid that Jing Hengbo would be stupid.
He also has selfish intentions, and he doesn't want to help his rival in love, but compared to Jing Hengbo's safety, nothing is important.
Any one-of-a-kind dangers cannot be ignored.
Yeluqi rubbed his nose, thinking that in the future this debt would have to be doubled.
Of course, if he made such a big sacrifice, Gong Yin would not be able to save Jing Hengbo, and Gong Yin would not come back to ask for his army.
He thought about where Yan Shajun had gone. He wanted to contact them this time and rescue Jing Hengbo together, but who knew that the person who sent the message found Yan Shajun's temporary camp, but found that the place where they had been operating was empty.
Yan kills Jieao, still retains the customs and habits of nomads, wandering in the wild land from time to time, this time it seems very unfortunate.
He had no choice but to rush forward with his subordinates and station his horses under the wall of the royal city.
The sky is full of fire.
His eyes were slightly cold, he turned his head, and said, "Siege the city!"
…
On the outskirts not far from Shen Tiewang City, there is also a team hurrying forward.
At the front, there are tough generals, silent little girls, and small animals with fluffy tails, jumping on the horse's head. The closer they get to the king's city, the faster the jumping, it seems that they have sensed their master's great danger.
The fire was raging.
Groups of tongues of flames hovered upwards, licking bricks, stones, beams, columns, curtains, utensils... The nearest flame was only a few feet away from the scene.
Under Jing Hengbo's orders, the soldiers had already given up their resistance, full of depression and unwillingness, and turned their heads frequently.
Jing Hengbo was chasing away those companions who refused to leave.
"Let's go." Facing everyone's worried eyes, she pretended to smile easily, "I was just thinking about something, and now I have figured it out. Why are you here with me? Everyone will be burned to death soon."
"No." Tie Xingze said, "You came for me, if Shen Tie is damaged, I might as well die with you."
"Who said I came for you? I have other ideas, but I don't need to say it now." Jing Hengbo shrugged, "Don't look at me in this way, I will not commit suicide. I don't want to be killed because of me. Others are hurt, so you have to go, I will go as soon as you go, if you don't go, then let's burn to death together."
Everyone stared into her eyes, Qi Sha muttered for a while, "I don't think Bobo will commit suicide."
"She has teleportation."
"Ah, I don't want to lose my good hair by fire."
"Then let's go."
Yi Qi still refused to leave, but was dragged away by Doubi brothers, and shouted as she walked: "Bobo, don't be stupid..."
Jing Hengbo waved his hand, knocked Zirui unconscious with a backhand, and handed it to Tie Xingze, "You must know the way, take my female officer away!" Before he could refuse, he said, "I handed her over to you. Did dawdling kill her?"
Tie Xingze had no choice but to grit his teeth, carried Zirui on his back, and walked down the road while still telling himself: "In any case, life is the most important thing, you must leave in time..."
"I know, it's so long-winded!" Jing Hengbo looked at Tianqi and Yingbai, Tianqi turned around and left without waiting for her to speak, and said, "I think something is wrong, I have to go out for a while." Flash is gone.
Finally, she looked at Yingbai.
"It's not like this." Ying Bai picked up the flagon and stood up, "Don't be fooled by someone." He pointed to the pile of clothes, "Don't you think this is very strange?"
She raised the corners of her lips slightly.
Of course it's strange.
This thing was obviously not given to her by Gong Yin. Gong Yin wanted to hide it wholeheartedly, so how could it be exposed in front of her?
Then it would be too scary to say that someone with a heart is collecting all the way. Could it be that the traces of Gong Yin and her all the way are in the eyes of others? If that person was really that powerful, he would have done it long ago.
Besides, there are some things that Gong Yin won't stay at all.
For three days and nights at the top of the hall, after recovering from the agitation, she began to think calmly, rummaged through the clothes, and found that many things were not right.
Clothes can be imitated, and smells can be confused. For example, the red mud on the hem of the Xiangguo eunuch's clothes is not the red mud of the secret room, and the mask of the land father-in-law is different.
Even the Luoyang shovel, upon closer inspection, is different, not as exquisite as the one Gong Yin gave her back then.
She thought, this bunch here is actually not the original version, is it?
It's been a long time, how could there still be those smells on the clothes, this is a recent handwriting.
But it is inevitable that the other party knows her very well, knowing that her doubts in her heart have already reached their peak, and there is no need for the original version, as long as there is a hint of something similar, she will automatically take the seat.
It is absolutely impossible for the other party to control Gong Yin's transformation all the time, she thinks it should be an afterthought. The other party should also be a good person. Combining various clues, he really deduced most of Gong Yin's transformations, and used similar objects to arouse her confirmation until he went crazy.
It is still a big problem to be able to deduce this accurately. There must be something wrong with it that she can't figure out for the time being, but she doesn't want to think about it now.
The other party underestimated her.
I was afraid that she would not be crazy, so I came up with such a trick, but I didn't know that she was a lunatic, okay?
A soul from another world, regardless of the constraints of this era, she has her own thoughts and principles, and she does not hesitate to ignite a fire to disperse the dense fog in front of her eyes.
"Don't be angry." Yingbai was rarely so serious, staring into her eyes, "Come down with me first, he will come."
"I will go. No one is worthy of my suicide." Jing Hengbo's heart was hot and cold, he didn't know whether it was pain or grief, he just wanted to sing and cry, but he couldn't seem to vent. Pot, Yingbai couldn't save her in time, she kept yelling, she didn't know if it was because she was sorry for the wine, or because she was afraid that she would get drunk.
For an alcoholic like Yingbai, his jug is filled with the strongest alcohol, and even Qisha and others dare not try it lightly. He stared at Jing Hengbo, thinking that it would be fine if he was drunk, and he would go away as soon as he scooped it up, so as to save trouble.
Jing Hengbo drank half a pot of wine, didn't feel strong, but felt dizzy. She closed her eyes and tried to stabilize her figure, not wanting Yingbai to see that she was drunk.
He barely ate for three days, and couldn't stand the beating of spirits.
"Let's go!" She waved her hand, "If you want me to believe him, then you go to meet him and bring him to me, and I will believe it."
Yingbai hesitated for the first time.
He also knew that the situation was urgent, and wondered why Gong Yin hadn't arrived yet, but he was sure that Gong Yin must be in trouble.
He really wanted to meet Gong Yin.
"Go." Jing Hengbo laughed loudly, and with a flash of his figure, he jumped onto a vertical pillar in front of him.
The main hall burned and collapsed, and most of it has been destroyed. The roof is almost completely gone. A few beams and columns are slanted alone among the broken walls and ruins. Climb up lingeringly.
"Yingbai." Jing Hengbo stood on the pillar, condescendingly facing Yingbai who was staring at her, "Two years ago, I came to the Great Wilderness, and I hadn't met Gong Yin at that time. At that time, I was Feng Laiqi's number one. Looking back now, that was really the happiest period of my life so far.”
She raised her chin and looked forward. Under the abandoned hall, Kang Longjun had stopped and was looking at their queen with blank eyes.
Until now, the ordinary soldiers finally knew that the "rebels" they wanted to kill inside Shentie turned out to be the Queen.
Kanglong's soldiers knew the grievances between their coach and the queen, and most of them had seen her before, and they all knew that last year's change of Emperor Ge's forced palace was driven by Kanglong. Using the whole camp to scream at the camp and committing suicide in the square with seven lives pushed the matter of exiling the queen to a peak.
Although most of the soldiers participated in that incident, they did not witness the pale face of the woman on the square when the heavy snow fell that year. The feeling in my heart is not strong. However, at this moment, facing the ruins of the main hall and the raging fire, the woman in red above the ruins and the raging fire, seeing her skirt fluttering on the roof of the hall, with a straight posture and a sad expression, they suddenly felt desolate in their hearts.
They are the iron army, the royal army, a loyal army full of glory, and they were born only to defend their homes and the country. Now, for the commander's personal grievances, they repeatedly press against such a woman who is not at fault.
Those swords and yells of fighting have lost the support of justice long ago.
Jing Hengbo didn't look at them, not even Yingbai, but just looked ahead.
"I used to have great ambitions, but now I feel that I am boring. I suddenly remembered that when I came here, I won the chance to live in Fenglaiqi with a dance. It was the happiest dance I have ever danced in my life. After that, I became a queen, and I didn't skip like that again. Now I want to leave, and before I leave, I want to dance again and again."
At the beginning, I came here with all my heart and soul, and started a life in another world with a dance.
In the end, I want to have another dance, so as to bid farewell to the vanity and vanity of this life.
As soon as she raised her hand, she threw off the red cloak, and inside was a red modified long skirt, which was close-fitting and outlined the undulating lines of her body.
There are tight trousers in the long skirt, which are suitable for dancing.
A gust of alcohol surged up, making her dizzy with excitement, but her eyes became brighter, brighter than the stars.
Yingbai was constantly forced down by the burning flames, looked up at her while backing up, and had no choice but to walk further and further away.
Only she was left, standing on the top of the pillar, overlooking the majestic royal city, the silent world.
Back then, Feng Laixi used sticks as steel pipes to dance around the brothel; now she uses the ruins of the main hall as the stage, the beams and pillars of the main hall as the steel pipes, and thousands of soldiers as the audience. Who can be moved by this dance?
Nothing matters if the person he wants to see doesn't see it.
Raise your hands, tiptoe, dance.
Turn around in an instant.
The moment the crimson skirt was unscrewed, it was like a flame, igniting the night sky. Her outstretched arms had the most beautiful posture arc in the world, like a nirvana phoenix, raising its head at the end of the sky.
The hustle and bustle below gradually subsided, and everyone raised their heads, held their breath, and their eyes were burning.
…
He ran wildly on the streets of Shentie.
Thinking that the horse was not fast enough, he only tore his figure into the wind.
In his life, he was calm and graceful, as motionless as a mountain. He had never run like this before, like Kuafu, who was using his life to chase the day.
…
She undulated and jumped up and down on the top of the pillar, with a slightly drunk wildness, dancing in the most violent gesture of her life.
The horse whirls around, curling its waist and twirling the blazing flames of the world. The fire under her body is a blooming red lotus. She is the crystal dew rolling in the lotus heart, dyed with the beauty of the sun, burning in the eyes of the common people.
The softness of the woman's figure, the beauty of the woman's figure, the most beautiful curves and toughness of the woman's long-time tempering, achieve the brilliance of a dance.
The leaping flames are not as good as the madness in her agility, the decadence in the temptation, the hair spreads out in the dance, the red hairband flies into the fire and turns to ashes, the black hair is dyed into the night at that moment, the stars and the moon are shining behind the clouds color and back away.
…
With the palace gate in front of him, he will be exhausted, but his speed will not decrease at all. The soldiers guarding the gate only vaguely saw a flash of white light, and before they could ask questions, their heads were trampled past, and snowflakes fell on their heads in an instant.
…
She suddenly turned around, bent down at an almost impossible angle, like a lotus flower hanging upside down, and when her long hair met the flames, she sneered and disappeared in half. Burning this dance into ashes seems to burn myself into ashes in such a violent dance.
Affection is always in vain, and the words of the heart have turned to ashes.
…
He broke into the palace gate, and after entering the palace, the speed was even faster, because the soldiers had already rushed to the apse to watch the peerless dance in the fire scene. Fire in that direction.
Everyone's eyes are regretful, for the beautiful things in this world are about to pass away forever before their eyes.
Shocking singing, and finally become the best.
…
Flying and clinging, undulating and sinking, in the fluttering wind, she has already felt the heat of the fire. The flames that were still far away just now have climbed up the beams and pillars, and the beams and pillars on all sides have also caught fire. The pillars are not as solid and strong as before, and they feel like they will break at any time.
The long hair was silently turning to ashes, and it was very hot. She kept adjusting her bright moon heart, protecting herself from being smoked to death or roasted to death.
But it was the last moment, if she didn't leave, she would be buried in the flames.
One leaned forward and circled the pillar, her red dress flew up like a gorgeous tail feather, passing around the sea of fire and red clouds.
This dance of fire.
This farewell dance in the fire.
There was a slight clicking sound under his feet.
She raised her head, her eyes narrowed suddenly, and she saw a figure shooting towards him at an indescribable speed.
…
Gong Yin has arrived in front of the main hall.
Before she got close, she could feel the heat wave hitting her face, and when she looked up, she was still dancing on the top of the temple.
That dance was weird and glamorous, every movement showed the beauty of the flexibility and flexibility of a woman's body, and the natural temptation of a woman, like a touch of bright red lips, awakening all the ignorance and hidden desires in this world, with a light hook, you will be ecstasy into the world.
Against the background of this fire, Bie Sheng is desolate, desolate and shocking.
But he didn't care to appreciate it at all, and leaped towards the black heads. Someone had already seen him coming, and shouted: "Where is the man coming! Shoot the arrow!"
He didn't hear it, stepped on the outermost circle of heads, and flew high.
Arrows flew out of the fire like rain, and rushed towards him.
A few figures rushed out, it was Ying Baitianqi and others who received the boundless rain of arrows.
He didn't even look at it, but only looked in the direction of the fire scene.
Yokohama, here I come.
You hang on, look at me—
…
She opened her eyes wide and raised one arm high, but forgot the next move.
But the next moment her eyes dimmed.
The billowing smoke made her unable to distinguish the face of the person coming, but she could roughly see the person's clothes. Dark clothes, a toga with large sleeves, a very low neckline, revealing a straight collarbone, and even half of a chest...
Yeluqi.
Gong Yin would not dress like this anyway.
After despair comes hope, and after hope comes despair. This kind of taste is the most unbearable.
At this moment, my heart was ashamed, and my steps were chaotic.
With a click, a slanting beam not far above her head suddenly broke and fell headfirst, blocking her way. She was about to jump out of the way, but with another click, the two halves of the already softened beam split, and her feet fell into the air.
The flames are pressing, the smell of alcohol is rising, there is no support for the feet, and the whole body is weak.
She fell amidst the crowd's exclamation.
Below is the field of fire.
The cries were like a tsunami.
Suddenly a figure rushed through the tall crowd, shot into the raging fire, hit the collapsed beam, kicked away the burst pillar, and hugged her.
Then.
Together, fell into the fire.