"The King of Heaven!"

An older follower who had just been retreated by Murong Xiping couldn't help but step forward and called out Murong Xi.

This man was born in the Helou clan of Xianbei nobles. His former disciples, He and Wei clan were lobbyed by Murong Dee, and after they supported Murong Dee, they killed Murong Dee's confidants. He Lou clan was close to Murong Dee. Although he stayed in Longcheng for many years, he was also cleansed. He led his tribe to escape overnight after hearing the news, and then escaped the murder. Although he had joined Murong Dee, he had no foothold. In recent years, he always wanted to regain his old place, but the strength of the two sides was very different, so he hid and secretly summoned people and waited for the opportunity.

Now the opportunity is coming.

After Luoyang was defeated, Murong Die had already damaged his vitality. Although he has joined forces with Xiliang, it is obviously unlikely to defeat Li Mu easily. Once the war begins, Li Mu will definitely do his best.

What they were waiting for was the fierce battle between the two sides and waited for an opportunity to take action. They dared not say anything else, taking back Longcheng while Murong replaced him and even taking down Yan County, which was empty in defense, was just around the corner. Because the matter was serious, Murong Xi personally lurked in the Yanmen area to spy on the news from a month ago. A few days ago, according to the plan, the group was going to retreat, but He Lou learned that Murong Xi intended to rob Xiao Yongjia as well.

Murong Xi's original words were naturally to hold Xiao Yongjia hostage to prevent Li Mu's actions against the Xianbei people in the future.

This plan is certainly good. But it is easy to imagine how difficult it is to take away an important hostage from the Huns' camp.

Out of caution, He Lou did not want to be too much, and at first did not agree with the plan proposed by Murong Xi, which was obviously a temporary plan. However, Murong Xi insisted on his own opinion, so He Lou could only obey him.

Tonight's events were originally going as planned. I had a great chance of winning against Gao Qiao. As long as I took the person and left quietly as soon as possible, I would be done. Unexpectedly, things suddenly changed like this again. Seeing that the Heavenly King was recognized by the princess of the Southern Dynasty, the matter deviated from the plan. Seeing that his emotions seemed to be out of control, he was going to face off against Gao Qiao. He was a little anxious and hurried up and whispered to dissuade him: "Major matters are the most important! Please do not fight for this moment, so as not to cause trouble."

But Murong Xi seemed to have never heard of it.

The king of heaven is brave and has always been prestigious among the Xianbei people. Unfortunately, he is stubborn and often indecisive at critical moments. If he could obey Zhang Ji and himself, he would take action as soon as possible when he realized that Murong Die had a different intention, and there would be no subsequent tragic changes.

Seeing that his face was gloomy, He Lou drew his sword, passed by him without looking back, and greeted Gao Qiao opposite him. Knowing that he was still unwilling to listen to advice, he could only sigh inwardly.

Fortunately, in terms of duel, Gao Qiao seemed not to be the opponent of the Heavenly King. Now that things have come to this point, I just hope that he can fight quickly and leave here as soon as possible.

He Lou had no choice but to retreat again.

Many years ago, although Gao Qiao and Murong Xi had fought several times on the battlefield, they were each commanding the battle. As the commander of the two sides, they did not have the chance to let the two really end up and fight in close combat.

Gao Qiao caught Murong Xi's first sword swing towards him.

The swords and swords intersected, and amid the harsh clanging sound, he felt the powerful force from the other party, and even the tiger's mouth was shocked. If he had not taken a step back immediately and removed most of the time with clever force. If he had been in a head-on fight, he would have been afraid that the hundred-refined sword in his hand that had been with him for half his life would have been broken on the spot.

Murong Xi looked at Gao Qiao, who was forced to retreat with his actions, and a sneer flashed across his face, without giving him any chance to react, and followed him with the second knife.

Gao Qiao resisted Murong Xi's continuous offensive and retreated step by step.

The blades and sword blades constantly intertwined and even curled blades, sparking splashed in the night.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for more than a dozen rounds. Gao Qiao was always at a disadvantage in defense, and the situation was worrying. Murong Xi's sword was approaching step by step, several times. If Gao Qiao had not dodged in time, blood would have splattered on the spot.

Xiao Yongjia was extremely anxious.

In late autumn and early winter, it was already cold at night. But a layer of cold sweat quickly emerged from her back, tightly pressing against her clothes.

With a "huh", a cold light flashed, and the blade slashed towards Gao Qiao's throat again.

He took a step back again, and his body quickly leaned back, and then he avoided the blade that was only a few inches away from his throat.

At this point, there was no room for retreat behind him. After a few steps, he would step into the air, where there was a cliff slope covered with weeds.

Xiao Yongjia was so nervous that he was almost breathless.

She hugged Xiaoqi tightly, turned his head around, pressing her face towards her, not wanting him to look at her again.

Xiaoqi broke free from his mother's suppression. His two little hands clenched into fists, turned his head hard, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the figure of the man named Father among the sword lights and swords.

Although Murong Xi seemed to have the upper hand, he went out dozens of swords in succession, and the sword seemed to be about to hit the opponent, but when he was about to come, he was also anxious. Seeing that Gao Qiao had been forced to the edge of the cliff by him, a murderous intent suddenly flashed through his eyes, he shouted loudly and raised the sword again.

This sword condensed his tenth of his strength, and penetrated through the back of the sword. Under the moonlight, the blade edge was like a snow waterfall, slashing towards Gao Qiao.

Gao Qiao did not avoid it, so he raised his sword and came forward.

The swords and swords were wrong again.

The Qingfeng in his hand was still unable to bear the force of the knife, and it was suddenly slammed and shook into two pieces.

With a "clang", Mars flew everywhere, and a broken sword bounced high into the air and then fell to the ground.

In Gao Qiao's hand, a broken sword that was only a foot-long length was left, and the distance between the two was also very close.

Murong Xi shouted "Death", and the blade continued to slash towards Gao Qiao.

He expected Gao Qiao to repeat the same trick, as before, trying to resolve it with maneuver.

So this knife was just a false alarm.

Before he took the knife, he had already thought of the next killing move, and he would definitely see blood and would not give him any chance to dodge.

Two snow-white lights from the opposite side were clearly reflected in Gao Qiao's pair of pupils.

It was the shadow of the blade under the moonlight. The person who was thrown into his pupils turned into two white dots.

The shadow of the white dots is getting bigger and bigger, and it is approaching in a blink of an eye.

Murong Xi suddenly had a backhand and wanted to change the chop into a stab.

An unexpected scene happened.

Just when everyone thought Gao Qiao could use the same trick again and relied on his move to avoid this killing move, he not only did not retreat, but instead changed the path of the knife when Murong Xi turned his back and intercepted his back path, and faced the knife with his body.

With a "puff", the blade was on the upper body.

In an instant, his clothes were cut by sharp blades.

A long knife blade that was more than a century deep was pulled from his chest to one side of his shoulder, and a large piece of blood flowed out of the wound.

Xiaoqi struggled, got out of his mother's arms, stepped apart and was about to run over, but was hugged by Xiao Yongjia from behind.

Murong Xi never expected that in the face of his killing move, Gao Qiao not only did not avoid it, but also bullied himself to get close to him and feed his knife with his body.

He had no time to react, so he held the knife and paused slightly.

Before he could make the next effective response, Gao Qiao, who had been in the defensive position, finally took action.

It was also his only move, as fast as lightning, leaving no chance for the enemy.

Murong Xi felt a sword light flashing in front of her eyes, and her neck was cold.

The Blade of the Broken Sword pressed before his throat.

A strand of his beard was broken by the sword energy, and it fell lightly from one side of his cheek.

Murong Xi's body stiffened, and the blood in his body suddenly became hot. His eyes widened. The arm holding the knife moved slightly and felt a stinging pain in his throat.

Blood flowed out unimpeded from under the cut skin.

"Although the sword is broken, the blade is still there."

"Murong Xi, you lost."

Gao Qiao's voice rang in his ears.

The blood that was still hot the moment before suddenly became cold with the sound of these words.

Murong Xi felt his throat relax and the tingling sensation disappeared.

He stood still, maintaining his original posture and unable to move.

Blood slowly condensed along the blade of the knife that he still clamped tightly in his hand, and finally turned into drops of blood, dripping from the tip of the knife to the ground.

"Depth of field!"

"Aye!"

A voice came from his ears.

He turned his stiff neck and slowly turned his head, watching Gao Qiao throw away the broken sword and walk towards Xiao Yongjia and the child who are rushing towards him.

At first, his steps were steady. After walking for a few steps, his steps became slow. He stopped for a while, straightened his body and continued to move forward.

"Depth of Field, how are you?"

Xiao Yongjia almost ran over, held Gao Qiao and took him to sit on the ground.

Blood kept pouring out of his wounds, and his clothes had already stained with large pieces of blood.

Xiao Yongjia knelt beside him, trembling hands, biting with his teeth, tearing the strip of his skirt, and wrapping it around the wound on his husband's body.

"Don't worry, it's just a skin injury, I'm fine."

The pain and blood loss made Gao Qiao pale, but his expression was very relaxed. He comforted his wife, and even lowered his head and whispered to Xiao Yongjia how to tangle the wound to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible.

Xiao Yongjia's eyes were filled with tears, and according to her husband's guidance, he wrapped his wounds for him. After that, Gao Qiao shook his wife's cold hands, which were covered with blood, and then looked at Xiao Qi who had been looking at him by his side, and laughed in a low voice: "Aye is useless. Is Qilang disappointed with Aye?"

Xiaoqi bit his lips tightly, looked at his father with admiration, and shook his head desperately.

"Aye has shed so much blood, but he doesn't hurt. Aye is a great hero."

Gao Qiao laughed, raised the uninjured arm, hugged his son in his arms, put his lips in his ears, and whispered: "When I go back in the future, will Aye teach you how to read and write?"

Xiaoqi nodded vigorously.

Murong Xi looked at it calmly, suddenly turned around, held the knife, and walked step by step.

After Xiao Yongjia wrapped her husband's wounds, he kept paying attention to the movements of Murongxi's group not far behind him. Seeing him holding a knife and walking towards him again, the moonlight reflected a distorted face, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He immediately stood up from the ground and said sternly: "I'm willing to accept the loss! Murongxi, if my husband hadn't just stopped, you would have died! If you didn't leave, would you want to break your promise?"

Murong Xi stopped and stared at Xiao Yongjia under the moonlight.

This eldest princess of the Southern Dynasty fell in love with her when she first saw her. If it weren't for her sake, she wouldn't have completely lost her vigilance that night, and she was easily harmed by her nephew.

His nephew Murong Die was so terrifying that he was scheming, but he didn't know that before he was born, he had taken poison by mistake when he was a teenager. In order to detoxify, he used strange prescriptions, including many prescriptions for using poison to fight poison.
To be continued...