The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Huh? What's going on? Why is it so cold?"

Xuedong was fighting with the mountain, but he felt the biting cold. When he looked up, he saw the sky not far away was crystal clear, like a world of ice and snow.

"Xuedong, I feel something is wrong. It seems that the boss has taken action just now, but it seems that he failed to kill Ye Feng." The killer next to him couldn't help but frowned.

Bang!

Dashan didn't care about that. He knew Ye Feng was not assassinated. He grabbed the mace with one hand, howled violently, and burst out with great force. He madly bombarded Xuedong, and the power in his body continued to burst out, and the more he hit, the more fierce he became. On the other hand, Xuedong on the opposite side had consumed a lot of spiritual power. Under the mace of Dashan, which was like a storm, he kept retreating, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"Xue Ming, hurry up and help. This kid's power seems to be endless. It's very weird." Xuedong's face changed drastically. He looked at Xue Ming who was standing not far away, wanting him to help kill Dashan.

"You hold on first, I'll go over and see how the boss is doing."

Xue Ming was thinking very clearly in his heart, what a joke, the burly man in front of him was fighting for his life, if he was not careful when rushing forward, he would be killed.

Moreover, Xue Eleven is now a powerful second-grade grandmaster at the peak of his powers. He had clearly taken action but failed to complete the assassination. He knew very well what this meant.

Staying here would mean death. He only needed to sneak over to check the situation. If he found that Blood Eleven was in danger, he could escape immediately.

By then, Xuedong and Xueshiyi would both be killed. Even if the Blood Shadow Pavilion's headquarters tracked down the case, he would simply say he didn't know, and there would be no evidence to prove his guilt.

"Senior, please have mercy. I am Xue Eleven from the Blood Shadow Pavilion. Please spare my life for the sake of the Blood Shadow Pavilion. I promise that our Blood Shadow Pavilion will move out of the Song Dynasty immediately and never dare to cause trouble again." Xue Eleven felt frozen by the ice, and the spiritual energy in his body could not flow at all. As a peak second-grade grandmaster, he was like an ant in front of Yan Nishang.

"Li Linpu and his son have repeatedly come to urge us to assassinate Ye Feng. We in the Blood Shadow Pavilion are willing to serve you and kill his entire family."

When Xue Shiyi mentioned Li Linpu and his son, he was filled with murderous intent and anger. You two are really courting death, and you are even dragging your own Blood Shadow Pavilion into this.

Why would you mess with anyone else, but you actually want to mess with the immortals on land? In the entire Nine Provinces, there are only so many immortals on land, and they are all like dragons that can only be seen from head to tail.

"Don't you claim in your Blood Shadow Pavilion that once you accept a mission, you must complete it? Are you going to make an exception here?" Ye Feng looked indifferently at Blood Eleven and asked slowly.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. Even if we in the Blood Shadow Pavilion are very brave, we dare not provoke the immortals on land. Please spare our lives, Your Majesty."

Xue Eleven finally figured out that the cold and beautiful woman in a white dress opposite him was a powerful immortal on earth.

However, the powerful immortal on land obviously didn't want to care about anything and was only responsible for taking action. The one who really controlled his life and death was Ye Feng in front of him.

A bitter smile appeared on his face hidden under the black robe, and he thought to himself: "It turns out that being handsome is really useful. Even the immortals on earth are bewitched by it."

Xue Shiyi thought that it must be the powerful immortal on the opposite side who fell in love with the extremely handsome Ye Feng, so he was willing to be Ye Feng's thug.

Pfft!

Xue Shiyi knelt down in front of Ye Feng, his face full of pleading: "Please, Lord Zhenguo, please show mercy. I promise that our Xueying Pavilion will never set foot in the Great Song Dynasty again."

"what?"

Xue Ming originally wanted to come over to find out what was going on, but he unexpectedly saw Xue Shiyi kneeling down in front of Ye Feng, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Ok?"

Yan Nishang's body was filled with coldness, and an avenue of ice burst out, freezing Xue Ming, who wanted to turn around and escape, into an ice sculpture.

chi chi chi...

Xue Ming didn't have time to react before he was torn apart by the ice. In just a few breaths, he disappeared between heaven and earth.

"I'm really sorry. I would rather your Blood Shadow Pavilion send more people to the Great Song Dynasty. I'm afraid this person doesn't like trouble. It would be better if all the top leaders of the Blood Shadow Pavilion came and caught him in one fell swoop." Ye Feng's voice was indifferent, and he had no intention of letting Blood Eleven go.

"Senior, do you want to kill him or should I?"

Ye Feng turned around and looked at Yan Nishang with a smile.

"The people sent by the Blood Shadow Pavilion are too weak. I would be looking forward to it if their chief pavilion master could come." Yan Nishang seemed to feel a little regretful.

Xue Eleven almost vomited blood. He was a powerful second-grade grandmaster at the peak of his power and a powerful man who could do anything in the entire Jiuzhou. However, he didn't expect to provoke a land immortal.

"If we kill a few more, their chief will come."

Ye Feng said without comment.

Just as Ye Feng said, once the Blood Shadow Pavilion took over Li Linpu's mission, they would continue to send strong men to

There lives a powerful land immortal here. No matter how many people come, they are just seeking their own death.

Xue Shiyi was unwilling in his heart, and he didn't know how to remind the Blood Shadow Pavilion not to continue coming to the Song Dynasty to die.

"All right!"

When Yan Nishang raised her arms, the ice in front of her body condensed and froze Blood Eleven into an ice sculpture.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Nishang lightly tapped her fingers, and a sword energy condensed from ice shot out towards Xue Shiyi's head.

chi chi chi...

The ice sculpture slowly shattered, and Blood Eleven's body was scattered all over the ground piece by piece along with the shattered ice sculpture, leaving no trace of his body.

Wow!

Xuedong's internal organs were shaking from the shock of Dashan's mace, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was blown away.

Bang!

Seeing Xuedong being knocked to the ground, Dashan's eyes turned bloodshot and filled with excitement. He grabbed the mace with both hands, and when his burly body jumped high, the huge mace smashed towards Xuedong on the ground with lightning speed.

"what!"

Xuedong wanted to dodge, but found it was too late, and let out a miserable roar. The huge mace brought tremendous power and smashed into his body, shattering his bones and flesh, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"what a pity."

Ye Feng wanted to kill Blood Eleven himself, but he didn't expect Yan Nishang to follow him silently. He felt a little warm in his heart. He had always been the one protecting others, and now the feeling of being protected was still good, and he enjoyed it.

……

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, Weicheng, the imperial palace.

Murong Wan'er was wearing a goose yellow long dress, looking noble. As she walked in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, a coldness emerged in the depths of her eyes.

After a while, they arrived at a back garden with mountains, water, birds, animals, and everything else, with a pavilion standing in the middle.

There, a middle-aged man in a long robe stood with his hands behind his back. His demeanor exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry, making people dare not approach him casually.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father!"

This middle-aged man is the current emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, Murong Boheng, and Murong Wan'er's father.

"My daughter Wan'er is getting more and more beautiful. I wonder whose son is so blessed." Murong Boheng turned around, with a warm smile on his face, and looked at Murong Wan'er: "Today is a conversation between a father and a daughter, not between a monarch and a subject. Wan'er, there is no need to be polite."