Yuheng Building. The door is broken.

The blood stained the magnificence of the pavilion, the brocade curtain silk embroidery in front of the window became desolate and annoying, the white wall could have carried more courtyard fragrance, but at this time only a blood mark suddenly came into view, and a bloody dagger fell from the flat floor, in the eyes of others, it seemed that the dagger had chiseled the ground into a pit, and even the corpse lying on the ground seemed to refract a bleak light.

Mu Qinglan sat on the ground paralyzed, as if she was crying out the injustice and anger in her heart: This cry is to pay tribute to the dead father, and the avenging daughter who should avenge it has avenged you with her own hands!

Jiang Ming was almost heartbroken when he saw this scene, he had never felt her such a sad cry, the voice was not loud, but it woke up the warmth in his heart that had not trembled for a long time. Her stubbornness can pretend to be smiling to come here to kill, waiting for the opportunity for revenge step by step, and no one can perceive the reason for it, because of the tragic death of her only relative, or because of her own powerlessness, she has repeatedly made her friends fight for life and death? Or the hidden and unavoidable affection?

And she did. She killed the enemy with her own hands, broke the cowardice in her heart, and completely saw that emotion. After that, there should be no pain. Jiang Ming looked at Mu Qinglan's firm and sad eyes, and couldn't bear to move away for a long time, he thought that he only made a promise with her Qingmei, and only at this time could he understand a ray of affection in his heart, like the morning dew in the morning, like the snow in spring. However, he also laughed at himself and resented himself, and since then, she has cut off that red thread, and it is no longer the same as before.

"Qinglan!" Jiang Ming threw down the halberd and squatted down in distraction, his rough hands trembling and about to caress the woman's pale face, but they only trembled in the air, and it was difficult to move for half a minute.

"Hehe, hehe, Jiang Ming, I don't want to be a drag oil bottle anymore!" Mu Qinglan pushed his hand away and smiled, smiling coldly, like an ice sculpture.

When Jiang Ming heard this, his liver and intestines seemed to be about to be broken, and on his stiff face, two hot teardrops fell, straight and without any deviation, smashing into the ground without any deviation, making a loud bang in Jiang Ming's ears, his expression was distorted, as if he was struggling with something, but he couldn't say half a word.

Mu Qinglan leaned against the wall and slowly got up, she saw the thousands of ironclad soldiers gathered outside the building manipulating Ligo, she saw the fourth prince Shenzi Heng who fell in a pool of blood without turning a blind eye, and she saw that the moon tonight was extremely round and affectionate. She smiled brightly and said, "Take me away, if you really can't leave, just go alone, you must go." ”

This smile amazed the half round of bright moon, and the woman in the light cyan dress really walked out of the Yuheng Building like a fairy, with a pale face, like a dream butterfly.

"Jiang Ming, you steal the palace structure plan with the intention of doing something wrong, and killing His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is the next to commit the great crime of the Yi clan, and now you still have to resist stubbornly?"

Jiang Ming picked up the Fang Yuan long halberd, let out a long sigh, and slowly walked in front of Mu Qinglan's cold figure, the long halberd stood horizontally, facing thousands of iron armors, and the killing intent in his eyes was full of intent, only to see him look up to the sky and shout, there was no restraint in life and death.

This drink made countless armor soldiers on the spot feel panic in their hearts, and they couldn't help but feel cowardly, daring to kill thousands of armor soldiers who had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time with one person and one halberd, this kind of courage was enough to shock the universe.

Mu Qinglan began to walk, Jiang Ming began to wield his halberd, and the armor soldiers began to pour in like a tide, and the three completely different coordination bloomed in killing and guarding.

The armor was ordered to kill the two people in front of him, and whoever he killed would receive a huge reward. However, they couldn't get a step closer to the green skirt that was slowly stepping, and within a meter of her body, those who were close were all hit by dense and fast halberd shadows, and there were no wounded, and those who were hit by one move were all hit by a single move, and they were killed on the spot.

Mu Qinglan continued to walk forward, she walked very slowly, very casually, but with a sense of direction, because this was the way down the mountain. Is the road easy to walk? Jiang Ming's eyes were like torches, he could completely detect all the movements around Mu Qinglan's body, and he took the lead when the opponent moved, without the slightest hesitation, killing people in an instant.

Mu Qinglan continued to move, she didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation, and even once a Changge went deep into her eyes about ten centimeters, her eyebrows were still calm, even if the blood was sprinkled on her cheeks, she still didn't stop.

Lotus is born step by step, regardless of life and death.

Jiang Ming inserted a halberd into the chest of a soldier, pushed the semi-circle with great strength, and knocked the seven or eight people around him to the ground, and then waved his blade without hesitation to cut their throats, taking people's lives, faster than mowing grass.

Thousands of armor soldiers can surround a Yuheng building, but they can't go further within this one-meter radius, although Changge is long and sharp, it is like a hoe stick in front of the black halberd, and it is broken when touched.

Jiang Ming is like a god of killing, under this bright moonlight, he continues to harvest human lives, and it seems that the blood of many people flowing on the ground is converging into a terrifying river, reflecting the moon in the sky, red and white blending with each other, shocking.

"General Ning, you lead the generals to make a move. Since he can't be used by my lord, if we let him go, we will definitely become our great enemy!" Wei Dao soothed his beard, frowning slightly, and he counted carefully, the two of them had almost walked a hundred steps.

Ning Yuanshan put on his armor unhurriedly, took the long knife handed by the armor, his black and white hair hung down in front of his eyes, he casually brushed it away, and his eyes were red at this time, as red as blood.

"Drink!"

Hearing the wind rising, and feeling the sound of shouting, Jiang Ming's cold face became even more cold, and the horizontal halberd swung out, just blocking the big sword of the veteran Kui'an, he was not happy about it, because he knew that the most tricky martial artist in this palace had finally made a move.

Seven or eight strokes of Ning Yuanshan's attack in a row, Jiang Ming's eyes flashed with deep shock, this person was even more arrogant than the strength of the big sword, although he could block a few moves and fell into a complete disadvantage, but he knew that he couldn't fight for a stalemate, so he used the strength of the long knife to forcibly break away from the battle, and tightly guarded Mu Qinglan's body.

If he could still kill the incoming attacker before, at this time, under the attack of the veteran Ning Yuanshan, he could only maintain a defensive posture, and the scope of protection was shrinking inch by inch. According to this trend, even if Jiang Ming can hold on to the protection, he will inevitably be consumed alive.

Mu Qinglan was still walking, her dress was stained with a few points of blood, and the light blue was no longer light blue, but a treacherous and terrifying color.

Jiang Ming struck the stabbing Ligo, glanced at the moon, just a glance, he felt exhausted and scattered, he was no longer as focused on defense as before, but after wielding the halberd, he looked at the moon, and the appearance was extremely strange.

"Huh?" Ning Yuanshan stopped his offensive, feeling that Jiang Ming's thick and calm aura did not appear physically exhausted because he was busy with the battle, but gradually integrated the defense in this kind of battle, and the halberd method became more and more powerful, he couldn't help frowning and pondering: Could it be that this is the precursor of soul melting?

Jiang Ming didn't know this, he could feel more energetic than before, and wielding the halberd was becoming more and more handy. Suddenly, he jumped violently, and the Fang Yuan long halberd quickly rotated in an extremely tricky and ruthless arc, where the halberd went, the army was invincible, and the dozens of armor soldiers who surrounded Mu Qinglan's body were killed in the cold light when the cold light flashed, and this move killed nearly ten people in seconds.

Ning Yuanshan was shocked, and said secretly in his heart: "This son is not ordinary people, his talent is strong, and it is terrifying, I will definitely kill him to avoid future troubles." ”