The Stratagem of the Concubine of the Cold King

Chapter 127 Iron-Blooded Wrist (1)
At this time, Xi Wanqing was still fighting with a dead man in black, Gong Xingyan fell beside her, wrapped her waist with one hand, wrapped her tightly in his arms with his wide sleeves, and then his other One hand slashed fiercely at the black-clothed dead man, this palm brought the anger of his whole body, with one palm he slashed, and then blood and flesh flew in front of his eyes.

The death condition of the dead man in black was extremely tragic. Not only was one hand cut off by Gong Xingyan's palm force, but also the skeleton of his whole body was shattered by the palm force. He fell limply on the ground. A pair of eyes widened, looking at Gong Xingyan in horror.

Everyone in Lie Yan Sect has extraordinary skills, but their methods are also extremely cruel. After fighting with those black-clothed dead men, they raised their knives and fell, and their arms flew in the air, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Originally, Xi Wanqing, Feng Yichen, Zhan Feng A group of black-clothed dead men had been dealt with before, but now the people who went to Lieyanmen were much more relaxed. After about two sticks of incense, those black-clothed men were all killed.

A hundred or so dead soldiers in black were beheaded and fell to the ground. The blood on the ground flowed into rivers. Lei Jian and Lei Ying walked up to Gong Xingyan on the blood flow. They said respectfully: "Master, my subordinate After beheading these dead men in black, not a single one was left alive."

"Hmm." Gong Xingyan only hummed coldly after hearing the report from the two subordinates.

What he cared more about at the moment was the little girl in his arms. He gently moved the sleeves away, and asked with concern: "Qing'er, are you okay, is there any injury?" Gong Xingyan asked with concern, his eyes He also looked Xi Wanqing up and down, seeing the blood stains on the purple and white dress, his whole heart was clenched tightly, and the expression of worry was completely written on his face.

Xi Wanqing stared at Gong Xingyan's face, seeing him worried like this, her heart warmed immediately, she smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, I'm not injured, the blood on my body is not mine."

Hearing what she said, Gong Xingyan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not late tonight, fortunately he saved her tonight, fortunately he did not lose her.

Feng Yichen looked at the picture of the two embracing each other, his eyes were stained with a touch of pain, watching her fall into another person's arms, his whole heart ached, this pain far exceeded After experiencing the severe pain just now, his face was pale, and his crescent-white robe was stained with blood. The extreme paleness, coupled with the extreme red, made him look like an exile.

"Ahem..." Feng Yichen suddenly coughed a few times, and his body shook a few times, this time he really coughed.

Zhanfeng was also injured, he endured the pain and walked to his prince's side, then supported his prince, and said with concern: "My lord, what's wrong with you."

"I'm fine." Feng Yichen answered Zhanfeng weakly.

Xi Wanqing heard Feng Yichen's weak voice, and then remembered that a sick and weak prince had also experienced this life and death with her. She broke away from Gong Xingyan's embrace, walked a few steps, and came to Feng Yichen's side: "Zhanfeng, is your prince alright?"

Gong Xingyan felt that his arms were empty, and immediately frowned slightly, but he thought about Feng Yichen's injury at the moment, and it was right for the little girl to go over to say hello, after all, he just experienced life and death with the little girl just now, so he doesn't mind up.

"I thought Fifth Miss had forgotten about my lord." Since Zhanfeng understood his lord's thoughts, he also accepted Xi Wanqing. He always respected Xi Wanqing as much as his lord, but today he Seeing that Xi Wanqing fell into the arms of other men, leaving her lord aside and ignoring her, she felt unworthy for her lord, so she spoke to Xi Wanqing in a bad tone.

When Feng Yichen heard Zhan Feng talking to Xi Wanqing in this way, he instantly put on a straight face, and scolded wearily: "Zhan Feng, don't be so rude."

Xi Wanqing looked Feng Yichen's whole body up and down, but fortunately, he was only wounded by a sword on his arm, lost some blood at this time, and his health was not good, that's why he was so weak.

"Don't speak too loudly. You have lost a lot of blood. You need to rest more now. Zhanfeng is right. I neglected you." Xi Wanqing took out a porcelain bottle from her arms while talking, and poured it out. A pill was handed to Feng Yichen's mouth.

"Well, eat it."

A pill like a blood coral bead lay quietly in Xi Wanqing's palm. This pill has the effect of nourishing qi and nourishing blood. It is a new medicine that Xi Wanqing and Mo Yu have just formulated recently. Some high-quality medicinal materials for invigorating qi and nourishing blood, such as ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, etc.

Seeing Xi Wanqing's expression of concern for him, Feng Yichen's heart warmed up a little, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. He took the pill without any hesitation, and swallowed it with a thud.

"Aren't you afraid it's poison." Xi Wanqing asked half-jokingly.

Feng Yichen stared at her seriously, and replied very seriously: "This is the medicine you gave me, even if it is poison, I will swallow it."

After Feng Yichen and Xi Wanqing finished speaking, they turned their eyes away from Xi Wanqing and deliberately looked at Gong Xingyan who was standing aside, his eyes were full of challenge.

Gong Xingyan's eyes also met Shangfeng Yichen's gaze flamboyantly, the two men looked at each other, and the four gazes collided like swords, swords and shadows, bursting out with a strong flame.

"Be careful." At this moment, a cold arrow suddenly flew towards Xi Wanqing. The arrow feather was so fast that it flew close to Xi Wanqing's side in the blink of an eye. Gong Xingyan watched the arrow approaching instantly, His whole heart ached, and he let out a loud roar.

It's a pity that Xi Wanqing was facing the arrow with his back, and it was too late to get out of the way. When the arrow came, the pain that should have been felt hadn't been felt for a long time.

"En." Hearing a muffled hum from behind, Xi Wanqing turned around quickly.

What she saw when she turned around was that Gong Xingyan was standing behind her, his tall and slender body protected her like a copper wall and an iron wall, the arrow pierced deeply into his back shoulder, and black blood stains flowed out.

The arrow was poisonous, Xi Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, her first reaction was that the arrow was poisonous.

Seeing Gong Xingyan's injury, Xi Wanqing felt inexplicable anger rising in her heart. She quickly pulled out the golden crossbow arrow from her bun, put the golden arrow feather on the crossbow arrow, and aimed at the cold arrow. Direction, open the crossbow arrow, and in an instant, the golden arrow feather flew away from the crossbow arrow. This small golden arrow feather pierced the air and flew to the distance at an extremely fast speed.

The golden crossbow was carefully designed by Xi Wanqing. It is many times stronger than ordinary bows and arrows. If you can shoot it, even if you can't hit the vital point, you don't have to worry about the opponent running away, because she has applied anesthesia on the arrow feather.

(End of this chapter)