From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 633 The Recovered Memory

Ye Xiaoxiao turned her head slowly, staring quietly at the chaos under the high platform with her cold eyes, Feng Yiran walked up step by step with a soft sword in the shadow of swords and swords, half of the blood on the robe of the prince with four dragon patterns was dazzling .

On the high platform, Feng Junran looked indifferently at the man approaching step by step, sneered, and protected the little man in front of him behind him, watching indifferently.

"Today is your day of death!"

Feng Yiran clenched the soft sword tightly, and drew messy sword flowers. Feng Junran smiled indifferently, stretched out his arms to wrap around Ye Xiaoxiao's soft waist, pointed his toes, and floated straight out of the Xuanzheng Hall.

When it landed on the roof not far away, the spring breeze blew in with a strong smell of blood. Ye Xiaoxiao frowned and stared at it. The palace was filled with blood.

The man watched quietly, and said lightly: "It seems that all the soldiers and horses of the fourth brother have gathered in the capital."

Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned, turned her head to look, peach blossom eyes looked at the man in front of her in shock, and couldn't help asking subconsciously: "Do you remember?"

The man smiled lightly and said nothing, he lowered his head to kiss the corner of the little girl's pink lips, his slender eyes were full of tenderness that couldn't be melted away.

"Xi gangster, take good care of your mother!"

"Yes!"

Following the sound, a man suddenly appeared beside Ye Xiaoxiao, and there was also Shiba Shiba who also appeared. Feng Junran glanced lightly, stretched out his hand to pinch the little man's soft cheeks, turned around, and fell down.

Ye Xiaoxiao leaned over to look worriedly, her eyes closely following the man's back.

Feng Junran's tall and straight figure was extremely eye-catching in the chaos. Among the crowd wearing blue-gray armor, this bright yellow color was the only one, which was extremely bright under the sunlight.

Ye Xiaoxiao just looked at it like this, couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, she suddenly wanted to laugh, she was very happy, her heart was beating happily.

Feng Junran, it was indeed Feng Junran, she was right, she was right!
When he raised his head again, he couldn't find the bright yellow figure from his back. In Nuo Da's luxurious palace city, there were only swords, swords, and screams.

Feng Junran indifferently stepped over the corpse under his feet, stepping on the blood on the ground with bright yellow boots, his stern face turned a deaf ear, as if he was stepping on the most common alley in the palace, not a place The dead body, slender eyes wandering indifferently among the crowd, the man casually pulled out the long sword stabbed on the corpse, shaking off the blood, just carried it all the way, and slowly walked into the Xuanzheng Hall.

The dignified and solemn Xuanzheng Hall was filled with deep fear at this moment. The generals snatched all kinds of weapons from the enemy, no matter if it was a long sword, an axe, or a short knife and dagger. With their hands in their hands, they desperately resisted. Some civil servants huddled in the corner and hid their heads. His body was bruised and bruised.

Feng Junran walked in amid such chaos, holding the hilt of the sword with his fingers, the long sword was hanging upside down in his hand, and the tip of the sword made a piercing sound on the ground, forcing back the shouts of killing in the Xuanzheng Hall.

Dong Luo and Ye Qin, whose eyes were already bloodshot, couldn't help but follow the prestige. The man standing at the entrance of the Xuanzheng Hall was indifferent and solemn, bursting out with murderous intent, as if he was Shura from the underworld.

Feng Yiran snorted coldly, kicked away the corpse hanging on the soft sword, wiped off the blood, and slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Today, let's make a conclusion!"

He didn't want to wait any longer. He had waited for too long. He once thought that the royal father's decree could not be changed, but who would have known that the sky would not fulfill one's wishes!But it doesn't matter, he can change all that.

Ping raised the long sword, and Feng Yiran's eyes showed a little bit of coldness.

Not far away, the man with the long sword still stood indifferently, not to mention the moves, he stood there motionless, his slender eyes shot out a little murderous intent.

Feng Yuran stabbed the bandit soldier who was rushing to death with his sword, and turned his head to look, seeing the posture of the two, he couldn't help but thump in his heart.

Fighting swords, this is what he is least willing to see, even if they are not from the same mother, they are still brothers, aren't they?
However, before he could say anything, another person rushed up, and soon he was caught in a melee.

However, Feng Junran's negligence and contempt succeeded in angering Feng Yiran, and he was ready, Feng Junran still stood there indifferently, even lazily raising his sword, as if he had no confidence at all. The way he put it in his eyes.

"Bastard!"

Feng Yiran scolded angrily, raised her sword and rushed over, the tip of the sword had a sharp edge, and drew a sharp straight line in mid-air.

The man standing quietly raised his eyebrows, his pitch-black pupils moved slightly, and keenly caught Feng Yiran's gap, without even thinking about it, he kicked it up.

Feng Yiran rolled a few times in the air, and quickly flew back. Seeing this, Liu Li quickly pulled back and reached out to catch Feng Yiran, but because of his strength, he hurriedly took two steps back.

Feng Yiran stood up with a gloomy expression, and clenched the soft sword unwillingly. Liu Li frowned and looked at Feng Junran, sneered, spat out the grass roots in his mouth, clenched the epee with both hands, let out a low growl, and charged forward first. go up.

The epee is broad and thick, not as flexible as a long sword, but its huge strength makes the epee even more lethal. Even though Feng Junran dodged the sword light, he was still swept to his chest by the sword energy, and Jin Gui's Nine Dragon Robe cracked a hole , exposing the ivory-colored flesh inside.

The man lowered his head indifferently, glanced at the torn robe, sneered, then raised his long sword, and hooked his fingers at him disdainfully.

Liu Li snorted coldly: "You are defeated!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped forward and slashed down obliquely with the epee with fierce force.

Feng Junran avoids the serious and ignores the light, dodging from the front and attacking from the side, the sword flower blooms without realizing it, like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn, confusing the sight.

While the two were fighting, Feng Yiran slowly disappeared into the crowd, walked around behind Feng Junran, held a soft sword and pulled out a beautiful sword flower, approaching silently.

"when!"

The soft sword pierced down against the back, Feng Junran dodged sideways, the long sword blocked the edge of the soft sword from the back, and the slender eyes looked back at Feng Yiran's cold face indifferently.

Seeing this, Liu Li used his strength to swing the epee. Feng Junran squinted his eyes and draped his palm towards Liu Li's face. As a result, the epee missed its aim and brushed against the man's shoulder. When he was anxious, Liu Li turned around and swept across the man. , slammed back with his elbow, and combined the strength of Feng Yiran and the two of them, Feng Junran was beaten out of the battle.

The stern man bumped into the pillar with the coiled dragon pattern, and the blood slowly left along his forehead, staining his handsome facial features, half of which was blood-colored.

Opening his eyelids, his dark eyes looked out through the bloodstains, the world was all red, only the heavy sword raised high was extremely dazzling.

In his memory, there seemed to be an epee, and the same move was coming towards him... The man's chaotic eyes lit up slightly, as if something rushed into his mind...

"The one who assassinated that day was you!"

The man squinted his eyes, and everything in the past suddenly rushed into his head like a revolving lantern, and the pictures rolled and rushed, interweaving into memories that would never be erased.

(End of this chapter)