When the blood in the world is not yet cold, the dragon chair is already burning with raging flames
The three-hundred-story ship of Jingguo was burned in the dark night, and the prince Tantai Mingche clutched half of the marriage certificate in the ashes. He didn't know that in the ruins of Yun Kingdom thousands of miles away, "Yun Zheng" disguised as a man was using a blood-stained panhu bone flute to raise the heads of the rebels - she was the "dead" princess Yun Zhao, and she was also the "Cloud-breaking Blade" whom the old enemy Xuan Kingdom prince Yuan Jin vowed to kill.
The meat grinder of the Jianghu and the court is turning violently:
·Xie Ling, the owner of Wuzheng Villa, fell into Sanchayi and forced the ranger Jiang Wuji to bleed her broken blade;
·Jin Baht from the Sihai Merchant Gang smashed the bead into the medicine furnace of the Ye family in order to keep the Dantai clear: "Ye Xuanyin, do you want to sell this poison?"
·When Yun Zhao's sword pierced the Xuan Kingdom's military flag, Yuan Jin's wolf pupils burned into her throat: "Your heartbeat... Is worthy of being my opponent!"
It's not just naval battles that burn thousands of sails:
The gold baht burned the business contract and stepped into the sea of fire, in exchange for Ye Xuanyin's life-saving medicine boat.
Crossing Cangming·
Xie Ling used his right hand to protect Jiang Wuji, and the exquisite game was shattered by a cold arrow piercing his palm;
When Yun Zhao loosened his hair and knelt in the ancestral temple, behind him was Tantai Mingche
The marriage certificate was handed over, and in front of it was the wolf knife chopped down by Yuan Jin - "Luo Zi!"
Xie Ling's remaining palm hit the chessboard, and the territory of the Three Kingdoms trembled.
Jiang Wuji's broken knife inserted into the cracks in the ground, stopping the mountains and rivers from overturning for her.
The final chapter of this game of regicide:
Doctors use poison as medicine, merchant girls burn their bodies into sails, and knights break their swords to defend the situation.
And Yun Zhao's sword was pressed against the throats of his beloved and mortal enemy at the same time: "The blood in the world is not cold, who is worthy of sitting on this bone-burning dragon chair?!"
