Green Butterfly slowly took out a dagger from her bosom, an ordinary, seemingly inconspicuous dagger, she held it high to the sky like a sacrifice, and let the early winter sunlight gild the dagger. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A gust of north wind blew Xiao Xiao, blowing up the woman's jade-like skirt and belt, stirring her green silk between the tinkling, brushing her flowers and rouge red, and the hibiscus blooming on both sides.

Like a butterfly in the dark night, it finally flew into the daylight.

The green butterfly's face was swirled with a strange luster, like a person's last return to light, so that she was shrouded in a blazing brilliance, brilliant, gorgeous and bright, like the sun burning.

"Night stalkers, night stalkers, can only exist in the dark night. Every time we behead someone, we have to bury ourselves in the dark, but only today, I want to wear blue clothes, eyebrows, and carmine. Because I am not a owl, but a butterfly, my own green butterfly. ”

After saying that, Green Butterfly put down her arm, held the dagger in her hand, and looked at the three hundred forbidden army again, looked at Princess Jianxi, and looked at Wang Jian across the street.

Everyone's hearts were cold. Just one gaze made them seem to be locked by death, and they couldn't breathe.

That inexplicable momentum reached its peak in the green butterfly. Her face retracted from its initial softness, and began to be covered by a bluish chill, and a smug of anger rose between her eyebrows.

The woman's eyes gradually turned red, it was the excitement of smelling blood, and the corners of her lips flashed a strange smile, because she was absolutely powerful, and despised the mockery of all life, and her eyes were completely shrouded in the night, like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell.

This is not a woman named Green Butterfly.

It's a demon. Stepping on the bloody wind and rain, accompanied by the ghost crying wolf howl in Huangquan, the dagger goes, like a black and white impermanence hook lock, teaching all life souls to be ghosts.

It was just a slender and petite woman, but she turned the field into a hell field dominated by her, and the three hundred forbidden troops were shocked to take three steps back at the same time, and the timid ones were already scared wet with their pants.

And she is the king who kills everything, and the ghost god who judges life and death.

"In the next, the thirty-sixth generation of Nanzhen Fusi Zhenfu. Now, in the name of faithfulness, behead!"

The last chopping word fell, and the woman's figure turned into a ghost, and even the dagger could not see clearly, and before everyone even grasped the sword, several people rolled to the ground with their heads grunting.

Wang Jian gasped, his face was like ashes, and he squeezed out a cry of fear from his heart-

"Nan Xiuchun! She is Nan Xiuchun!"

As soon as the words came out, the Quartet was shocked. The people who were stunned were instinctively frightened by these three words, and their faces were as white as dead people.

Nanzhen Fusi Zhenfu, Nanxiuchun. The night stalker of the night stalkers, the king of the dark nights.

I didn't expect it to be a nineteen-year-old woman, I didn't expect to be a maid of Xin Yi, and I didn't expect it to appear in front of everyone like a nightmare that became reality.

Wang Jian no longer had the brains to think about it, he just waved his hands like crazy, and shouted in a different tone: "Mobilize troops! Transfer all the forbidden troops in the northern suburbs! What about Nan Xiuchun, she is injured, after all, she is just one person, and the old man will crush her to death! Quick, quick, transfer troops!"

"Adults can't!" Jian Xi also woke up like a dream, and screamed at Wang Jian with a white face, "The forbidden army in the southern suburbs is the gateway to guard Chang'an, and it is the last guarantee for the strength of the Great Wei. The transfer of 300 people has little impact, but if all of them are transferred, it does not conform to the rules of the ancestors, and it is even more dangerous to the country. ”

"Bullshit! Lao Tzu doesn't care what rules he has, Lao Tzu only knows that today must not be defeated, today can only be the day of the rise of my Wang family! No matter what the price is, the old man will win!" Wang Jiantong had red eyes and shouted hysterically, "Mobilize troops! Quickly transfer troops! These 300 people just killed others, but they couldn't help Nanxiuchun! Bring all the forbidden troops in the northern suburbs! All!"

Except for the scouts who were ordered to leave, no one cared about what Wang Jian was doing.

Because everyone was locked by that dagger, the dagger engraved with the words "Nanxiuchun", as the scepter of the Night King, what was locked by it, there was no chance of survival.

A woman and a dagger, floating slaughter thousands of miles.

Where the dagger passed, it was like a sickle for harvesting crops, and with only a ray of cold light, it rolled down the head of a man, and easily trampled an ant to death.

The three hundred forbidden soldiers couldn't even exclaim, they felt a cold neck, and when they looked at it again, they lay on the ground, facing the empty body above their necks, and even the faint ones, before the green butterfly came, they cut their throats and committed suicide, so as to leave a whole corpse.

The blood stained the dagger red, and also stained the whole sky, and the blood merged into a bubbling stream, like a flood that burst the embankment, spreading along the street to the entire Chang'an City.

However, such an absolute massacre only lasted less than half a moment before the situation was reversed, because Wang Jian's reinforcements arrived.

The thousands of huge forbidden troops in the northern suburbs were quickly transferred by a dial, one died to make up for two, and ten fell and then a hundred, and the army in the field did not decrease but increased, but the number was several times more than at the beginning.

And the dagger woman is still only one person.

Xin Yi, who was in the protective circle, changed his face drastically, and let out a heart-rending cry: "Green Butterfly! You come back! They have increased their troops! You can't win alone!"

The green butterfly dagger froze, stopped slightly, she looked around, looking at the forbidden army that was constantly reinforcing like a tide, and only showed the excitement of killing to the extreme: "Come one to kill one, come to a hundred to kill a hundred, come to a thousand to kill a thousand!

"Are you crazy! There are so many people, no matter how powerful you are, you can't kill them! Green Butterfly, come back! Wang Jian is still increasing troops, I beg you to survive!" Xin Yi is voice has changed, fear and worry make her legs and feet weak, and she can't stand steadily.

With a thud, she fell to the ground.

She was so afraid that she would lose half her life, that she would have any accidents, that she would have trouble breathing, that she would go to the end that was too obvious, that even if it was possible to foresee, she would not dare to think of it.

"Don't kill! You come back! You survive! I beg you to survive!" Xin Yi only had the strength to let out a tearing cry at the woman in the crowd, and the tears rolled down like broken threads, melting the blood on the floor tiles.

"Girl, please stay there, the slave and maid will protect the girl. Green Butterfly turned her head and smiled at Xin Yi, and to this day, the truth has been revealed, and she still naturally calls "girl" and calls herself "slave".

In the name of faithfulness, behead! Sacrifice to faithfulness with one's body, punish!

The green butterfly tore off a belt and tied the dagger tightly to her hand, which was the way the fish died and gambled with her life.

Even if the flesh is rotten, do not give up the dagger, even if the strength is exhausted, continue to kill, dedicate this life to killing, and use your life to interpret the weight of faith.

"In the thirty-sixth generation of Nanxiuchun!, the king of the night, the lord of the floating slaughter!" Green Butterfly licked the blood from the corner of her lips, smiled weirdly, and even tied the dagger in her hand, and greeted her as if a phantom had greeted her.

This is a slaughter of hell on earth.

The blue shadow shuttled between the black armor and swords, and the only bright color, like a butterfly in the sun, made it impossible for everyone to ignore her presence.

The blade of the dagger slashed at a terrifying speed, and the human head rolled down like a watermelon on the ground, and half of the dead bodies were piled up like a mountain in an instant, and the blood was stored three inches on the ground, annihilating the entire Chang'an City like a flood.