Looking Through the Mirror

The leader reined in his horse and raised his hand as a signal, and the entire army behind them stopped in unison.All of a sudden, everything is silent, and the surrounding fields are quiet.Behind him, the young military adviser covered in blue robes rode forward, pointed to the blurred figure in front of him and said softly: "Your Majesty, that is Feng Yunshan's guard, Cang."

Emperor Qitian raised his eyebrows, his face was slightly surprised, he repeated the words Cangcang Yunsong several times in his mouth, and then smiled in a low voice.

"Then today, I'm going to meet the leader of the six strings."

After finishing his speech, he raised his whip and rode his horse towards the enemy.The wind wrapped in the breath of winter bulged his crow-like black cloak, like an eagle spreading its wings in the air.Then there was only a loud clang, and the Qingfeng around his waist came out of its sheath, drew a sharp arc and went straight to the independent young man holding the piano in front of the formation.The latter just turned around to avoid it unhurriedly. The blue lotus-colored clothes embroidered with dark patterns were like a piece of light feather, brushing past the sword blade, and stroking the strings with his right hand. Hidden killing intent.

Emperor Qitian lightly dissipated his strength, and attacked again with a sword flower. The two of them came and went, and there were dozens of moves in a short while, but he suddenly turned over and got off the horse. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly backed away on tiptoe , but unexpectedly, he was still a step too late, and the Demon Emperor in black armor was approaching in the blink of an eye.

Emperor Qitian slashed at people from top to bottom, the cold light suddenly approached, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

Some people in Xuanzong's formation couldn't help but want to draw their swords, but the next moment, the weapons collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the ground was full of dust.Then the mist dissipated, only to see Nu Cangqin's dead body at their feet.Take a closer look, the young man's hand is like a pool of autumn water, like autumn frost.

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