After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

In the black iron coffin, in order to stay calm, Po was forced to bite the tip of his tongue.

Immediately afterwards, the smell of blood rushed into my nose.

In the darkness, Abao listened to the sound of water splashing around him and felt only dead silence.

How long had she been tied up?

Did Emperor Uncle Feng Ran hear the jade whistle that was blown just now?

However, as the black coffin remained sealed longer, Po's breathing became more difficult.

Suddenly, Abao instinctively felt that the black iron coffin that imprisoned her was rising.

The sound of splashing water became clearer and the iron coffin began to shake.

Then, Po heard someone talking.

"Since King Feng Ran ordered the kidnapping of Princess Xuanyuan."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

After saying this, the young man in white robe sneered and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Fengran realized that this was a frame-up.

"Let Abao go." Xuanyuan Fengran said in a cold tone: "I will leave your body intact."

"It's a pity that I died once before."

The young man in white robe sneered coldly, looking directly at Xuanyuan Fengran's murderous gaze, "Although King Fengran changed his mind and did not want to kill this Princess Xuanyuan. But I took this business, rented this Treading Wave ship, arranged assassins to sneak into the Pingyue Palace to pretend to be guards, and specially made a black coffin, which has already cost a lot of money."

As he finished speaking, the black iron coffin that imprisoned Abao clanged loudly and stopped next to the young man in white robe, suspended by iron chains, nearly twenty feet above the sea.

The young man in white robe gently stroked the black iron coffin on the bow of the ship.

"Does King Feng Ran want to default on the balance?"

After saying this, the young man in white robe laughed mockingly.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran tightly gripped the silver sword, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He remembered that Po was most afraid of the dark.

Xuanyuan Fengran closed his eyes and calmed his mind, then he threw away all the nonsense and drew his sword out of its sheath.

Inside the black coffin, A Bao was banging the coffin lid excitedly, unaware that the noise she made was so slight that it was almost negligible.

But suddenly she realized that the black iron coffin that imprisoned her was shaking violently.

In the pitch darkness, A Bao clung to the coffin lid tightly, trying to hear clearly what was happening outside the iron coffin, but he could only vaguely hear the sound of swords clashing.

The young man in silver armor and white robe blocked Xuanyuan Fengran's powerful attack and counterattacked with his sword.

When he was about to succeed, the sword of the young man in white robe was blocked by Xuanyuan Fengran.

Then, Xuanyuan Fengran flipped his right wrist fiercely, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the heart of the young man in white robe, but the young man in white robe dodged the fatal blow by turning sideways.

King Xuan, who was hiding in the dark in a fishing boat, was so nervous that his heart was in his throat.

I have heard that King Feng Ran is an expert in swordsmanship.

But this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes, and he didn't know which of the two was better?

Thinking of this, King Xuan stared at the battle situation intently.

After one round, I found that both of them are masters in swordsmanship, and it is difficult to tell who is winning.

The deck of the ship was in a stalemate as the sea breeze gradually became noisy.

Xuanyuan Fengran held the sword coldly. The young man in white robe, who was ten steps away, held the sword in his left hand, while his right hand was still tightly grasping the iron chain that suspended the black coffin.

“How about King Feng Ran admit defeat?” the young man in white robe challenged.

Xuanyuan Fengran sneered coldly and responded by drawing his sword again.

The sea surface suddenly became choppy, and even the sea breeze became cold, scraping across the cheeks like a blade.

In order to take back the iron coffin, Xuanyuan Fengran swung his sword with the power of thunder and lightning. With his fierce and violent sword edge, he broke through the sea breeze and suddenly slashed towards the young man in white robe.

Behind the mask, the young man in white robe had extremely cold eyes.

The world only knows that King Tu Fengran carries a silver sword with him.

Cut iron like mud and kill countless enemies.

But no one has ever seen King Feng Ran actually use a killing move.

At this moment, he personally faced the enemy, the young man in white robe sneered, and suddenly raised his sword to fight back.

The swords collided with each other, making loud clanging sounds.

The cold and fierce sword light was projected onto their faces.

The interlaced black and white light and shadows cut their faces into countless sharp pieces.

The waves surged and crashed into the hull, and the sea breeze blew countless damp air in the face, mixed with countless confrontations between Xuanyuan Fengran and the young man in white robes.

However, Po, who was trapped in the dark and cold iron coffin, was tossed around.

It hurts. Every place on my body that hit the iron coffin hurts.

The iron chains clanged loudly, shaking her so much that she felt dizzy and nauseous.

Until Xuanyuan Fengran defeated the young man in white robe and took back the iron chain that suspended the iron coffin.

He landed steadily on the bow, the sea breeze blew by, and a drop of sweat slid down Xuanyuan Fengran's temple.

The young man in white robe was forced back to the deck and clenched his sword tightly, with a drop of blood falling from his fingertips.

Everything seemed to be settled.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

A sharp arrow whizzed through the air and broke the iron chain.

The sealed black iron coffin weighing thousands of pounds fell straight down into the deep sea.

Xuanyuan Fengran's face turned pale.

Po, who was imprisoned in the black iron coffin, also noticed something was wrong.

Oh my god! I really have a bad relationship with water in this life!

Either falling into the river or falling into the sea!

Just when Abao thought she was doomed, there was a loud bang, and a crack appeared in the iron coffin in front of her. Frosty moonlight poured in, illuminating the darkness in front of her.

It’s true, Xuanyuan Fengran has arrived.

His hair was a little messy and he looked unusually panic-stricken.

The rustling black robe rushed towards her, grabbed her out of the iron coffin by the waist, and held her tightly in his arms. Then he turned around and inserted the silver sword into the hull. Taking advantage of the slowdown in the fall into the sea, he held her and changed positions, willing to use himself as a shield to hit the water.

The iron coffin that was split in two fell into the deep sea before Abao.

The waves were as high as a foot and surged forward, directly submerging A Bao and Xuanyuan Fengran.

The water was so icy cold that it almost suffocated Po.

Fortunately, Xuanyuan Fengran held her waist and swam her out of the sea.

The sound of splashing water could be heard. As far as Abao could see, the moonlight covered the dark sea like a veil, and countless lotus lanterns with flaming flames were as gorgeous as a sea of ​​flowers.

Xuanyuan Fengran pressed the back of her neck and suddenly sealed her lips.