I have nothing but luck

Falling into Xie Rongjiao's eyes, probably Jiang Jing pedestrians went crazy for a while.

He decided not to talk about this provocation to Jiang Jingxing, "Donghuang's attack on the Zhou family this time is very weird. Master, you don't intend to save the lives of the radicals. I want to inform my sister."

What kind of genius and unpredictable Xie Ronghua used soldiers?The elite of the Guiyuan Army is not comparable to the twelve divisions of the Eastern Wilderness with their own ghosts.

To say a thousand words and ten thousand, the radicals who have combat power in the realm of heaven and man and are actually in the upper reaches guard Donghuang. Xie Ronghua can't really sweep Beidi one day. Now this kind of winning and losing makes Donghuang afraid. The situation for Chen Bing to come forward is already very good.

Fortunately, she is Xie Ronghua.

Just because she is Xie Ronghua, she is not satisfied with the current situation, and one day, she vows that her precious horse's hooves will step over the Eastern Desolation King's Tent.

Jiang Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "I'd like to see if Xie Chuyi dares to show me this time."

Xie Rongjiao naturally has a way to contact Xie Ronghua.

It was an ingenuity that was brought into play by the true blood of the Phoenix in the direct lineage. After lighting the special communication line incense, it was almost silent to others, and it was not a great practitioner who could not sense its existence. However, it can clearly sense the position of the person who set off the fireworks.

"King Qi has a Mahayana cultivation base, so he can somewhat feel the incense of the message. The previous concealment of identity can't be said to be in vain, but it made trouble come to him." Xie Rongjiao's eyes flashed, and there was a rare youthful look on his snowy face:

"So, master, why don't we go our separate ways with them? In my opinion, Brother Fang is more willing to go separately. He is not a person who is good at entrusting virtual snakes. After being polite with King Qi, the sword energy all over his body has risen a lot." few."

Jiang Jingxing was dumbfounded.

All of a sudden, the hideous and disgusting faces of King Qi, Ji Huang, and the rest of the Zhou family faded into a blank in his heart, and then turned into flying smoke, and the remaining ashes fell and didn't take up much space.

Only the eyes of the young man in front of him became more distinct.

Good-looking is really good-looking.

Although the eyebrows are melodious and verdant like distant mountains, the eyes are clear and clean like autumn water, but the pride flowing between the eyebrows and eyes is shining brightly, a radiance that is not as beautiful as distant mountains and autumn water.

It is too wronged to say that Qiu Shui is a god and a jade.

The young man has his own radiant spirit and is proud.

Jiang Jingxing has always been a good talker.

This kind of good talk quickly changed to Xie Rongjiao, and became bottomless, "Okay, I'll go and talk to Fang Linhe."

Who cares about his Zhou room.

Donghuang suffered a severe loss of manpower this time. Knowing that there are powerful people in the Kyushu Beishou team, he would not make a second move easily, otherwise Di Wang and the twelve departments will not be at peace with each other. Giving away Jiang Jingxing's head in vain may also make my heart ache.

Since he couldn't die, he could live up to the oath of the disciples of Jianmen to save him if he could, Qi Wang Jihuang loved to think whatever he wanted.

Xie Rongjiao bent his eyes and the corners of his lips, smiling happily.

He doesn't like the Zhou family, and he doesn't like it so confidently.

Jiang Jingxing should hate Zhou Shi even more than him.

Jiang Jingxing did the right thing, Ji Huang shouldn't die, Jiang Jingxing shouldn't kill him.

Shouldn't killing Ji Huang and being tied to Zhou Shi's boat during Beishou, as their safety talisman to avoid death are two different things.

What a face?

Jiang Jingxing was reasonable, so he didn't kill Ji Huang; he promised Yang Ruopu would take good care of the disciples of the Jianmen, and made an oath to save them if he could and his sword heart, so he rescued Zhou Shi.

The sage's promise cannot be changed even if the world is overturned.

But how chic and reckless is Jiang Jingxing?Letting him stay with Zhou Shi would make him sicker than forcing him to drink ten bowls of tea soup with spices.

Xie Rongjiao didn't want Jiang Jingxing to be like this, so he mentioned splitting his ways as if he was talking about a matter of course.

He's smiling a lot now.

The night in the northern wilderness is like a pool of ink, motionless, except for the sparsely lit candles in the tents in the wilderness, like stars lit up in the dark night, adding a little vitality.

The place where the twelve tribes live together is brightly lit, like a city made of tents. The wind blows so that the necklaces and tassels on the tip of the tent flutter and rattle, and the lights are skewed. a ride.

The mount is the wind-chasing steed of an extremely godly steed, whose whole body is as red as blood; the person is an extremely beautiful young woman, with a red dress on her body, and phoenix feathers in her hair, shining brilliantly.

She had a treasured sword on her waist, and laughed long and loudly on the horseback: "Fun! I haven't killed so happily for a long time!"

Sixteen riders followed behind the woman, and a chubby black eagle was vigorous and vigorous. No matter how fast the woman rode the horse like lightning, it was always firmly attached to her side.

It seems that the strong wind is also particularly partial to her radiance. Wherever she goes, the lights are bright. Looking around, in the Nuoda wasteland, she can only be seen alone, as if falling to the ground tomorrow, and the scorching sun is scorching to burn through the wasteland.

The woman suddenly pulled the reins, and Baoju was spiritual. After a long hiss, he stopped galloping, kicking up countless dust: "Huh? How can you send me a message without hesitation? He has someone named Jiang over there, what can happen? He can influence me It’s not a bad trip, you might as well go to his place to have a look.”

She almost turned into a cloud of red smoke on the wilderness, flying across the dry ground under the horse's hooves, and the sixteen horsemen behind her followed silently, without question or question.

They are iron-blooded men who have been honed through countless fights, and they are among the strongest in the Guiyuan Army.

Those who are capable have pride.

Even if the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the saints came in person, it would be difficult for them to treat them like respecting the woman on the horse in front.

The woman on horseback is called Xie Ronghua.

She has a more famous name Xie Guiyuan.

The return of the world to the Yuan.

Fang Linhe didn't give Xie Rongjiao the chance to go out and find him.

He lifted the curtain of the car with a cold face, and he didn't bother to greet politely: "The situation has changed, sir, please go out and have a look."

Fireworks are set off in the night sky outside, one south and one north, the south is the yin and yang fish, and the north is the landscape map.

All are dozens of miles away.

The yin-yang fish is the emblem of Fazong, and the landscape map is from the Wucho Academy.

Two of the three cases were in danger at the same time.

Xie Rongjiao was the first to speak out: "Master, you go to Fazong, and I will go to Buchou Academy."

There was an unquestionable firmness in his eyes, almost like a final word.

Of course Jiang Jingxing could use two strands of sword energy to kill people, so as to solve the two dangers in front of him.

However, if he really did this, then in the eyes of the radicals, and even in the eyes of all the heavens and humans in the world, the matter of the saint's entry into the wilderness is like a fire that cannot be covered by paper, and it is difficult to hide it.

The world in the eyes of heaven and man is mysterious and unspeakable.

The boss wants to kill, and people want to save.

The only solution is to let Xie Rongjiao, who is in the same vein as him, go to one place. Their awe-inspiring sword energy comes from the same source, and with him as a cover, they can go hundreds of miles away from Jiang Jing to hide the true meaning of the saint. Be behind the scenes.

"No." Jiang Jingxing quickly refused, "It's not that I'm worried about you, but there's a reason why I can't let you go alone."

The smile on his face is a very strange thing. When he smiles, the hearts of young women all over the city will sprout, and any young man on the street will have the idea of ​​​​talking to him; like a saint in the south sea

is a saint.

Only a sage can describe one or two of the most magnificent and azure mountains and seas in the world. .

Xie Rongjiao was not intimidated by his paper tiger appearance, and insisted: "Ministers must be killed, and people must be saved."

Not only for being entrusted by others to be loyal, but also for the morality in the heart and the awe-inspiring spirit on the sword.

So he has to go.

There is one more person who is not afraid of him.

"If you are worried, sir, I will go with Brother Xie." Fang Linhe looked down at the sword, and spoke coldly: "It should be righteous."

Jiang Jingxing: "Aren't you the one who advised me not to make rash moves to save the Zhou family when I was not sure???"

He doesn't really understand what young people think nowadays.

Maybe after Beishou's affairs, it's time to go back to Fengling and have a drink with Xie Huan and lament that life is impermanent and time is not forgiving.

"There should be another sentence after that sentence."

Fang Linhe corrected him, he finished wiping the sword lovingly, and the clang of putting the sword back into the sheath seemed to pave the way for the words he spit out later: "Mr. Trouble take care of the disciples of the Sword Sect. I want to go to prove the way of swordsmanship."

It was the five-clawed golden dragon that appeared in the air, what he wanted to say to Jiang Jingxing, but he didn't say it.

It was also what he wanted to say to Jiang Jingxing when the landscape map and the yin and yang fish were lingering at night.

Combining the two into one is in line with Jianxiu's demeanor of cherishing words like gold.

"I have a friendship with the college students who have eaten at the same restaurant. We are classmates, so we have to save them."

Xie Rongjiao's voice was like snowflakes thrown down lightly, without ink, but it was very easy to move people's hearts.

He stretched out his hand, showing a slight smile, like the bright moon always hidden behind the dark clouds in the northern wilderness night.

"So master, lend me a sword to slay demons and prove the way."