The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Yu Yancheng'an fought bravely and worked hard in the past two years just for one thing: to get the golden medal of immunity from death.

Yan Chengan knew about the entanglement between Xie Lin and Meng Xuanhe, and also knew that Meng Xuanhe had imprisoned His Majesty in the Princess's Mansion. If Xie Lin knew that Meng Xuanhe was alive, he would definitely not let her go.

Therefore, Yan Chengan gave his all just for that golden medal of immunity from death.

Perhaps one day in the future, this golden medal of immunity from death can save the life of his beloved girl.

With such a real wish, how could Yan Cheng'an not give it a try, just to ensure Meng Xuanhe's safety.

In a moment, Yan Chengan made a decision.

He led the soldiers of the Northern Dynasty to chase the rebels, seemingly wanting to completely wipe them out in this battle.

Xie Jingce looked at the people chasing him and couldn't help but sneer.

What a great general! He is nothing but a fool with courage but no strategy.

Yan Chengan's troops were lured into an ambush circle. Archers who had been arranged around them suddenly appeared, and sharp arrows suddenly whistled from the darkness.

All of a sudden, the rebels turned back quickly and the two armies clashed again.

The soldiers of the Northern Dynasty were just immersed in the joy of victory, but the next second, screams rang out and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

In the ambush circle, sharp arrows flew in like a rainstorm and pierced through the armor and uniforms of the Northern Dynasty soldiers, and splattered blood in the air.

Yan Cheng'an then realized that he had fallen into a trap. He looked in the direction of Xie Jingce with bloodshot eyes, only to see the latter give him a look of disdain.

Another group of rebels surrounded the Northern Dynasty's army from the rear, almost completely trapping them in this ambush.

The dark army emerged like a tide, accompanied by hoarse shouts, and the situation completely reversed.

Meng Xuanhe had to run all the way to barely keep up with the speed of the horses. By the time she arrived at the encirclement, most of the Northern Dynasty's army had been killed or wounded.

The endless battlefield was like hell on earth, with corpses everywhere.

The soldiers of the Northern Dynasty had realized that they had fallen into a trap, but they still did not give up. Their eyes revealed a determined look of fighting to the death, and they swung their swords at the rebels again.

The bloody weapons were waving on the battlefield, and the cruelty was so severe that Meng Xuanhe vomited uncontrollably.

She grew up in a peacetime and was now standing in a forest of giant rocks hundreds of feet high, taking in the cruel and brutal scene below.

There was no way out. She forced herself to suppress the urge to vomit. She knew that the Northern Dynasty could no longer sit and wait for death.

She used her lightness skills to jump down from a forest of giant rocks hundreds of feet high, and landed in a sand cave halfway. She was still dozens of feet away from the ground, but this distance was enough for her to attack the rebels.

Meng Xuanhe's hands, which were slightly sweaty, trembled slightly as he slowly pulled a bow and arrow with a light blue painting spirit attached to it.

The fire tree and the silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

Such a poetic art of painting spirits floated into the battlefield with explosive flames, and a sudden burst of red splendor appeared among the rebels.

The sudden explosion caught the rebels off guard, but it was difficult for Meng Xuan and Lando to play a decisive role in the entire battlefield with just their early stage spirit painting skills.

All she could do was delay time, and the limit for the explosion circle to injure dozens of people was already there.

The explosion here did not attract the attention of Xie Jingce in front. It was like a small stone thrown into the sea, which only caused ripples.

But Meng Xuanhe did not stop her actions. One sharp arrow after another shot out from her hands, and the friction sparks started a raging fire on the battlefield.

Yan Cheng'an was besieged by the rebels and fought a desperate battle with them.

After beheading the 150th rebel, Yan Cheng'an seemed exhausted and his steps were weak.

But the rebels had the upper hand in numbers, and they seized the opportunity, stabbing Yan Cheng'an with countless sharp spears.

Meng Xuan aimed the bow and arrow in his hand towards the direction beside Yan Cheng'an. Another burst of fire, but with a completely different raging flame from the previous one, quickly defeated the rebels who wanted to launch a sneak attack on Yan Cheng'an.

At this time, the chaos caused by Meng Xuanhe had attracted the attention of Xie Jingce on the front line.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, completely lacking the gentleness and elegance he had in the past in Chang'an City. His murderous eyes instantly locked onto the sand cave where Meng Xuan was.

Humph, there is actually a woman who practices the art of painting spirits.

The military advisor beside Xie Jingce also locked his eyes on Meng Xuanhe, seeming a little surprised.

"Lando's spirit painting technique?"

"I think this person has just entered the Blue Dao not long ago. This explosive spirit painting technique can be performed three times at most." Saving Yan Chengan just now already counted as one time.

Yan Cheng'an was rescued and looked in the direction of Meng Xuanhe in disbelief. He had never expected that in such a tragic battlefield, that misty blue figure would appear here.

"Come on!"

Yan Cheng'an shouted these two words desperately, wanting Meng Xuanhe to get away from here quickly.

He put himself in danger for the golden medal of saving life, just because he wanted Meng Xuanhe to be safe. If Meng Xuanhe died while saving him, Yan Chengan would never forgive himself in his life.

Meng Xuanhe ignored Yan Chengan's words. She had already used up all the small spells in her hand. There were only two explosive-level painting spells left in her sleeves.

Meng Xuanhe took a deep breath, raised his hand again and aimed the bow and arrow in the direction of Xie Jingce.

Another explosion sounded, but Xie Jingce had obviously noticed Meng Xuanhe's actions. The rebels beside him raised their hard shields to block the explosion.

Although Xie Jingce was unharmed in the explosion, about two hundred people from the rebel camp were killed.

Meng Xuanhe took a deep breath. He didn't expect that his actions would be discovered so quickly.

Now she only has one spell left, but victory in this battle is still a long way off.

The huge number of people made it impossible for Meng Xuanhe to control the outcome of the battle.

She could only pin her hopes on the last spiritual painting technique in her hand, hoping that it could hurt Xie Jingce a little and protect Yan Cheng'an to leave safely.

Just as Meng Xuanhe's last arrow fell, her lips had turned pale.

She had just arrived at the Blue Path and had already exhausted herself after using so many Spirit Drawing Techniques. If she hadn't relied on the only thought in her mind, she would have fallen headfirst.

"Hmph, for the last time." The military advisor beside Xie Jingce suddenly leaped up, his body covered with dark blue smoke.

Wrapped in the smoke, Meng Xuanhe's last painting spirit technique was swallowed up in it, and not even a spark was produced.

Meng Xuanhe's face turned pale. Was he really going to lose the battle?

Her shaky body fell uncontrollably and she fell headfirst.

At the last moment before her consciousness faded, she seemed to hear a deafening sound of horse hooves and feel a breath that was once very familiar to her.

After losing consciousness, she fell lightly into a warm embrace.