Mountains and rivers are in her palm

"Miss! Miss!" Congge rushed in at this time, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Yan Jing's head in the brocade box, and she was so scared that her little face turned pale on the spot.

She knew that it was her own lady who was more emotionally broken at this time, so she hurried to her side from the song.

"Miss..." At this moment, Congge didn't know what to say.

Yan Wanqing lowered her head, tears fell on Yan Jing's cheeks, and finally merged with the blood along his cheeks.

The blood hadn't coagulated yet, which meant that the head was chopped off not long ago, and it was deliberately placed in a brocade box for him to see.

Yan Wan suddenly called out with a hoarse voice, "Congge."

"Help me hold uncle well." She put the brocade box in Congge's arms, and without saying a word, pushed him out of the tent smoothly. In an instant, the long sword on the ground had reached her palm among.

Looking up again, Ming Quan saw that Yan Wanqing's eyes were solidified with blackness that could not go away.

This momentum, this killing intent...

Almost toppled the entire tent!
Yan Wanqing's goal is very clear, she wants to kill Mingquan.

In the meantime, she will kill all these ghosts that get in the way.

The most common long sword is like a flexible white snake in her hands. It is so beautiful that it shuttles and jumps in the tent. Wherever it goes, there is a mist of blood, and the master who controls it is like a ghost, snatching away those who tried to stop her. In the end, the ordinary sword fell on Ming Quan's neck, easily cutting his skin.

Ming Quan only felt a pain in his neck, and saw Yan Wanqing was standing in front of him, and the people who protected him in the tent were all lying on the ground.

"My uncle, you killed me." Yan Wanqing said with a hoarse voice, in a statement tone.

Ming Quan sneered, he felt that he was Xiao Pingfeng's military adviser, and Yan Wanqing would not dare to kill him, so he said angrily: "He waited for the opportunity to escape, and was regarded as a spy by the ghost, and his death is what he deserved."

"My uncle's qinggong is superb, how can he be caught by just a few ghosts." Yan Wanqing forced the long sword: "Tell me, how did you die!"

"It's all thanks to the Huagong powder given by His Majesty, but even after taking the Huagong powder, it still took a lot of effort to catch him." Mingquan was triumphant.

There were thunderstorms last night.

She lay in the tent and slept soundly, but her uncle died in the rainy night.

The two were clearly in the same place, but she failed to notice that her uncle was in danger.

Feeling guilt and self-blame, she clenched the long sword in her hand, her voice was choked but firm: "Go, let's confront Xiao Pingfeng now."

Mingquan snorted softly: "Let's go, whoever is afraid of whom, there are talented people from generation to generation, Yan Wanqing, you should know that the era belonging to your Yan family is coming to an end."

Yan Wanqing remained silent, the sword in his hand was kept on Mingquan's neck.

After leaving the tent, Congge, who had been holding the brocade box, followed immediately.

This time, no matter whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire, she will definitely stand with the young lady!
She did not shy away from pressing Ming Quan with her long sword and walked towards the main tent, attracting the attention of many people along the way.

All eyes are on them.

There is curiosity and suspicion in the eyes, but more fear and killing intent.

At this time, Dawei's army was in full swing, but the prisoner captured by His Majesty put his long sword on the neck of the military adviser in a grand manner!If this gets out, won't the Chu people laugh their ass off? !
Right now, some soldiers are eager to save Mingquan from Yan Wanqing's hands.

Yan Wanqing's response to this was that she slashed down with the long sword, cutting off half a piece of flesh on Mingquan's shoulder. Her eyes were provocative, and she kept her eyes fixed: "Go ahead, you can't kill him, I am a god of killing!" I give you the title!"

Ming Quan's facial features were grim due to the pain, and he immediately waved away the person blocking the way.

"Yan Wanqing, you lunatic, I want you to look good when I see Your Majesty later!"

Yan Wanqing's eyes were dull, and her tone was calm: "We'll wait and see."

Xiao Pingfeng naturally noticed the commotion outside the tent.

He withdrew his thoughts from the map, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his tired brows, and leaned back on the chair: "Go and see what's going on outside."

As soon as the eunuch lifted the curtain, he saw Mingquan walking in.

He looked puzzled: "Master Mingquan, this is..."

The next second, he saw the long sword on Ming Quan's neck, and immediately collapsed to the ground in fright, not forgetting to shout loudly: "Guard! The escort has assassins! Guard!"

Xiao Pingfeng didn't sleep all night, and it's time to feel dizzy.

The eunuch's voice was sharp and unpleasant, as if the cat's paws were directly facing his spine, and it slid down from his neck forcefully. The scratch made him feel uncomfortable, and his expression turned cold at the moment.

"What's going on here?"

Ming Quan raised his hands in the air, with a sad and pitiful expression: "Your Majesty—you have to make decisions for this humble minister!"

Only then did Xiao Pingfeng notice that there was a long sword hanging around Mingquan's neck.

The owner of the long sword was staring at him with cold eyes.

is her.

From Xiao Pingfeng's tightly closed thin lips, Yan Wanqing knew that he was not in a very good mood at the moment.

so what?

She will make his mood explode directly.

Yan Wanqing raised her foot, and kicked Ming Quan's leg, kicking him directly to the ground.

The sound was clear and crisp, and it hurt to hear it.

Xiao Pingfeng's eyelids twitched: "Put down the sword."

"Let it go?" Yan Wanqing pursed her lips: "I'm really sorry, I can't let it go in this life."

"Your Majesty, save this minister, this witch is going to kill him!" Ming Quan screamed as miserable as she could.

Xiao Pingfeng's complexion darkened visible to the naked eye: "Gu let you put down the sword!"

His tone dropped.

Yan Wanqing sneered, she was rebellious by nature, and he asked her to put down her sword and dream!
Not only did she not let go, but she also wanted to avenge her uncle in front of him!
In the next second, Xiao Pingfeng saw Yan Wanqing cut off Ming Quan's foot directly.

Her hand was extremely fast, and she moved down with anger, only to see blood splashing everywhere, and then Mingquan screamed, the ankle had already fallen to the ground, and blood gushed out, splashing all over the tent!
"Yan, Wan, Qing!" The coercion permeated the camp.

Yan Wanqing directly stood in front of Congge, her expression was worried, and her peach blossom eyes were full of murderous intent: "...he chopped off my uncle's finger, and I chopped off his foot, it's fair!"

Ming Quan's whole body twitched on the ground in pain. Seeing that he was about to die, Xiao Pingfeng finally made a move, stepped forward to seal several of his blood vessels, and then shouted: "Tell the imperial physician!"

"Imperial doctor?" Yan Wanqing stepped forward directly: "I want his life, the imperial doctor can't save him."

"Gu is not dead yet, Yan Wanqing, you are really arrogant! Such behavior, you are crazy!"

"Yes! I'm crazy!" Yan Wanqing raised her hand, and the lid of the brocade box in the singer was opened, her eyes were scarlet: "Why am I crazy, you forced me!"

"You killed my uncle, and let this bitch chop off my uncle's finger and show it to me, Xiao Pingfeng, you forced me to do all of this!"

Xiao Pingfeng saw the head with closed eyes in the brocade box, and the black eyes shook immediately.

At this moment, Yan Wanqing raised the long sword in his hand, without looking at it, and went directly to the spring on the ground.

There was only a puff, and Ming Quan, who was still screaming, immediately fell silent.

The ordinary iron sword dragged him back on the ground, and finally nailed him to the tree stump in the tent, firmly.

Yan Wanqing, in front of Xiao Pingfeng, killed his highly regarded military adviser, Mingquan.

"Revenge!" She said every word with joy in her eyes: "Next, it's your turn."