MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 235 Finale (32)

235 Finale (32)

Fu Jie took a deep breath, paused, and said, "I didn't want to leave that child originally. I hate Rong Yi. Why would you want to have a child for him? It's you, afraid of me giving birth to a boy, you have to honor the original The promise made me poisoned three or four times before I made up my mind to stay with the child and set the plan for revenge. At that time, I did not expect that she was pregnant with two children. It was better and more Convenient for my plan. Zong Zhengxie He, even now, you owe me too ... still too much! You also try to use 'Destiny' to make me forget everything you have done to me and use me to control my father to stay The residual power of this is really delusional! Would I let you do it? "She still hated her eyes, her voice slowed down, but her words were awkward.

Zongzheng said: "I want to give you a way to live, you don't know what to do. You have done so many things, what else do you want?"

Fu Yi said: "I just want you to understand that everything you do today is caused by your own hands. My son is dead, but your two sons are still alive, so their pain is far from over. You just Wait to appreciate it carefully. "She took the corner of her eyes and glanced across the man and Zongzheng worry-free.

Zongzheng's worry-free face was dark, and Fengmu's eyes were cold and direct, "Huh! Before that, I will let you repay the debt owed to my mother!"

Suddenly Fu Jie laughed, "Well, since you owe it, you always have to pay it back. You two go together?"

"It's enough to be alone!"

"I'll be enough."

Zongzheng worry-free and Zongzheng unanimously agree.

Fu Jie said indifferently: "Then let's go together. If you can defeat the mourning family within a time of fragrant incense, even if you win, the mourning family will keep Zongzheng's life. If not, he will only die." After that, she lighted a joss stick in her own hand, and held a sword in her hand.

Looking at the sword in my hand, I felt a little strange. How long has she never held a sword? Thoughts suddenly drifted away, and the woman who had run away from home unwilling to arrange for her fate appeared before her. At that time, she was so young, she had a free and chic soul. Alone in the rivers and lakes, fearing nothing but fearless learning. But, when did she start to look completely different? Feeling trapped in love, captivated by hatred.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her thoughts, held her sword, and leapt to a stone pillar two feet high on the high platform. She stood on the tip of a stone with her single toe, and the cold wind encouraged her gorgeous clothes, her coat fluttered and her sleeves fluttered wide, and her golden jiaobu pendant on her head was blown off the original track by the wind. She was bland, without the solemnity and nervousness that she should have before her enemies. The long sword in the hand points obliquely to the direction of the deep palace. The sword is emptied of air, and the cold light is shining. Under the white light penetrating the snow in the sky, it is blinding.

Zong Zheng's eyes narrowed, his eyes were slightly misty, and he suddenly remembered the scene many years ago. Zizhutai, under the waterfall rock, she was in a light blue robe, and she cleared the stream with a sword. In the splash of water, the sword dance was like a bustling flourish. Peerless fairy, engraved a line on the rock: "Wish one heart, white heads do not leave". Then she looked back at him and asked solemnly: "I can only do this in my life, can you do it? If you can, I will give up freedom to follow you."

Maybe, he was really wrong! Zong Zheng Xuan He slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Man-yong whispered in Zongzheng's worry-free ear: "She's martial arts are unfathomable. Don't underestimate the enemy."

Zongzheng pursed his lips without worry, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword shaking was a sky-high sword light with unparalleled momentum. He jumped onto another stone pillar, and so was Zongzheng's helplessness.

Without any courtesy, Zongzheng waved his sword straight without any hesitation, without hesitation.

A snoring sound cut through the sky and was deafening. The two long swords infused with strong internal force struck each other from the point of the sword to the point where the hilt meets. The sparks were flying and a splendid brilliance with the breath of death bloomed.

The sharp sword energy encountered the same strong internal force, and it suddenly blasted away in all directions, and Zong Zheng flew to avoid it. The Xuanyuan Hall behind him made a "bang" sound, and the roof was swept by the sword gas, like Let the axe be turned upside down. The beams collapsed and the flying tiles fired wildly. In an instant, the world was gloomy, dark clouds gathered, and a storm broke out.

Fortunately, this is the first time she saw Zong Zheng Wuyou's real shot, much higher than she imagined, and Fu Yu's martial arts are even more extraordinary. In a single blow, Zongzheng Wuyou and Fu Yu were both shocked back by internal forces.

The army beyond Baizhang saw the Zongzheng Wuyou and Fu Jie leaping on the stone pillars from a distance, and they began to riot.

A general was anxious, and approached Wu Xiangzi: "Marshal, Lord, there is a fight inside, will the emperor be in danger? Let's go in and **** it."

When the nine princes saw that they both quit very far in the first round, they couldn't help but be shocked. He knew too much about the martial arts of the seventh brother. He did not expect that Queen Mother Qiyun was so powerful that he could compete with his seventh brother! Unfortunately, the emperor is still in her hands, otherwise the army rushes in and tens of thousands of arrows are sent out, she is useless. He thought for a while and proposed: "No mate, let's go around the back and sneak in, if there is something, we'll help."

Wu Xiangzi was originally worried that Queen Mother Qiyun used the princess to threaten the emperor, but at this moment when he saw the fight inside, he was relieved. He smoothed Shun Ma's mane with his hand, and he calmly said, "You do n’t need to worry about the strength of the emperor, do you still know the strength of the emperor?" The mysterious boy who suddenly appeared did not go through twenty moves, and was almost split in half by a sword. He swears immediately and follows that boy until one day he can defeat him. Then in January, the boy even selected the seven most mysterious masters of the rivers and lakes, and they had Xiuluo Qisha and Wuyin Lou. Eight of them vowed to be loyal to him, but they all had a wish to defeat the boy. After many years, that person is no longer the mysterious boy of that year, and they are no longer as frivolous as they were then, and their previous wish was surrendered to the born king unconsciously.

The ninth prince naturally believed in the martial arts and ability of his seventh brother, but he was still a bit uneasy. After all, someone was hostage. On the surface, Qi Brother doesn't seem to care about anything. In fact, he still cares about his father. He turned around to see Xiao Ke tease the child vigorously, and couldn't help wondering: "Well, do you still have a mood to tease the child? Aren't you worried about Li Yue?"

Xiao Ke gave him a white look. "The princess's martial arts is so high. I don't worry about her being injured. I only worry about ..."

"worry about what?"

Xiao Ke thought for a while, and said, "The princess's poison has been eliminated, but I still think there is something wrong with her body. 'Destiny' is too overbearing. She has been in her body for too long and her heart has been damaged. I am worried She was too emotional and overly sad this time, I'm afraid that ... it would cause heart palpitations. If it's fine, if it's heavy, it's troublesome! Hey! "She couldn't help but sigh.

The high ground outside Xuanyuan Hall was fierce. Zong Zheng had no worries, and his eyes were full of hatred.

At this moment, he has been looking forward to it for a long time! He was still thinking about whether to leave the woman in a dead body or Ling Chi three thousand knives.

It was a few more rounds. The sword emptied and the wind was loud. The whole platform was shrouded in it, giving a strong sense of depression, as if strangled by people's throats. Their bodies are like ghosts, which makes it hard to tell which is the shadow of a sword or the shadow of a person? The martial arts of the two seemed to be at odds with each other. Seeing that a piece of incense had been burned for more than half, no one was showing signs of defeat.

Zong Zheng looked forward to the two men shrouded by the flickering Jianguang, his eyebrows tightened, he knew that Fu Jiu would martial arts, but she did not know how good her martial arts were! Looking down at the incense underneath, most of it was burned. He glanced at Zong Zheng's eyes, and his feelings were still complicated. Although he was not Fu Jie's son, no one could wipe out the pain caused by those five years of pursuit, even though that person did not know it was him. And the pain and torture he suffered throughout his life, this man cannot escape the relationship. Can he not hate that person because he knows that he is not Fu Yu's son? All this is the man-made sin! But he couldn't bear to let him die after all.

The snow was getting bigger and worse. In just a short period of time, the ground in the distance had been covered with a white layer. Only around this brazier, the snow had melted before it fell.

Zongzheng has no time to worry about seeing that time is running out. The more the sword swings, the more powerful it becomes. It cannot be stopped. Fu Jie gradually fell into the doldrums, especially after Zong Zheng joined the party with no help, Fu Jie was even more dangerous.

The look of Tian Qiu Men's gatekeeper was no longer calm, and there was tension in his eyes. The man's eyes turned, and while he was distracted, he hurried to him, and when he came to the door, the master of Tian Qiu Men became alert, and when he was furious, the sword in his hand was about to wipe away from Zong Zheng Xi He .

Shocked, she had no sword in her hand, and she wanted to gather her inner strength and raised her hand to grasp the sword body. The expected pain was not felt, and the sword in her hand made a broken sound of crickets, from the position she held in her palm to the stalk of the sword, which broke and fell to the ground.

For a long time, she hadn't been able to adapt to the fact that her internal strength had increased. Looking at her hands, she was a little cyanotic. The host of Tian Qiu Men was shocked. I did not expect her skill to be so different from three years ago that she would be broken if she did not take precautions. He immediately discarded the hilt of his sword, and spread his fingers open to grab the throat of Zongzheng Houhe. 2k novel reading network