He is the supreme and glorious monarch, but the land under his feet and the people behind him are not the people who admire him, but another man, the man who kills everywhere with a machete in his hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

How could the Northern Moon Emperor allow such a thing to happen?

The original pure heart, on the dragon chair of the nine-fold palace, began to hideous, twisted, and curled up, becoming an endless killing intent.

At that time, he admired and admired him.

Later, he wanted to kill him, desperate.

He hasn't lost yet, though!

A smirk appeared on Beiyue Huanghuang's face, he had already prepared for the worst, and he had also thought of a way to deal with it.

"Emperor Beiyue."

On the cornice, Donglin cod pursed his lips and said: "Xin Wanjun, the lord of Xixun County, died in the Great War of the Four Dynasties, the battle that day was obvious to all, the fight was fierce, and it was endless, if Xin Wanjun did not die, it would be a light song to die, not to mention, in the Four Dynasties Conference over the years, more or less people died in the ring, which of these people is not the prince of the major empires?" But who has ever asked about sin? ”

Although there are many words, the masculinity is cold, the words are slow and reasonable, and the head of what is said is the Tao.

"Besides, Qingge is the county lord of Anguo in Beiyue, and the third lady of the Ye family, one of the families."

After a pause, Donglin Cod said again: "This palace is the first time to see the emperor with his elbow turned out, which is really surprising." ”

"Ye Qingge brutally killed the prince of the dynasty, should he be guilty?" The Northern Moon Emperor said angrily.

Donglin Cod smiled lightly, "The emperor is really angry that he doesn't even have independent thoughts, the little prince Beiyue Ming is poisonous to the seven emotions under the light song, and wants to do wrong, the heart of "yinyu" is clearly revealed, the emperor is not good at appeasing the emotions of the county lord of Anguo, but blames the county lord of Anguo, it really shouldn't be." ”

Emperor Beiyue almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, how could he not have discovered that this little-spoken prince of Tanglin could also see blood with such words and speak sharply.

He was killed, and he still had to comfort the murderer? I have to ask if your hands hurt?

Although he set up a plot to kill Beiyue Ming, it was indirect after all, and it was not known, and Ye Qingge was the direct killer.

"No one can resist the poison of the Seven Birds."

Beiyue Huang said: "I look at the complexion of the county lord of Anguo, how can I not look like I have been poisoned. ”

"The county lord of Anguo has a strange treasure, his strength is outstanding, and he always surprises people, what is the poison of the seven birds?" It was Mu Qi who took over the conversation, on the horse, Mu Qi pulled the reins with both hands, turned back and smiled faintly at Qingge.

Not to mention the origin of the Morris Grand Canyon Flame Dragon, that day of the battle of the Four Dynasties, he and Zhan Qiu confronted, at the critical moment, if it wasn't for Qingge rushing to the martial arts ring to save him, I'm afraid that the rest of his Mu Qi's life would really be a waste joke.

was thrilling twice, and it was the girl in front of him who pulled him.

He Mu Qi is a person who is grateful to Dade, the grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, let alone the grace of saving lives.

Qingge didn't know what Donglin Cod was speaking for her, but she knew that Mu Qi was sincere, although the two were not friends of life and death, the bond between them, when the trajectory of fate was running, they had their own opinions.

"Okay, you're good!"

The Northern Moon Emperor laughed angrily, his face flushed.

He suddenly looked at everyone with a fierce look, and gave an order, "Give it all to me, take the sinner girl into the dungeon, and ask for beheading!" ”

Five thousand dead soldiers surged behind the Beiyue Emperor, the swords were tense, and the people of the three major families of Ye, Mo, and Xiao Beiyue all took out their weapons, Tu Lieyun waved his hand, and the people of the Lieyun mercenary group all showed their swords.

The mercenaries in the mercenary group are all iron-clad men, who value love and righteousness, and they follow each other all the way in the wilderness city, the flowing sea, and the Phoenix Mountain, and they also treat Qingge as their own.

Even if he dies in battle today, he will not regret it.

The ink evil releases aura, and the innate thirteen folds.

The innocent knife was revealed, he rushed out, among the dead, he was a decisive god, red clothes like fire, raging one after another, under the innocent knife, only blood was vertical and horizontal, and corpses were piled up.

Qingge has never seen such a murderous ink evil, not only in her memory, but also in the impression of the world, and even in the records in the history books, the evil son of the Mo family has always been a lover, dare to love and hate, a dream, and a drunk when there is nothingness.

Throwing his head and spilling blood, he slashed a horizontal knife to the sky, and his emaciated body could carry a piece of the sky, bringing flowers and warm spring to the woman behind him.

"Grandpa, if the emperor has to sing lightly to death, we must kill him to end this vicious war." Night Without a Trace and Night Fall stepped forward and said.

Ye Qingtian's eyebrows lowered, he sighed helplessly, and then turned to murderous intent, "He forced us." ”

He can't protect the son who only knows brotherhood, this granddaughter, even if he takes his life, he has to protect it.

"With my brother here, you'll be safe."

Night Traceless's broad figure blocked the moonlight like a hook, and Night Traceless reached out and rubbed Qingge's head, then turned to join the battle.

Qingge saw that this man, whom she called her brother, had no sword or sword on his hands, but when those pale and slender hands stretched out his hands, the oncoming dead man immediately turned his head in a different place, and with one hand, he broke the bones of countless people.

He walked forward without hesitation, and his noble and elegant figure was like a flower blooming by the Lethe River.

Behind him the dead men grinned in pain, their arms unloaded by the man's bare hands, their necks crooked, and although they were still alive, they were worse than dead.

Night Without a Trace clasped the neck of a dead soldier in front of him, and the dead man raised the long sword in his hand to stab at Night Without a Trace's eye.

In the midst of the surging aura, the night smiled without a trace, and the smile disappeared in the dark and gloomy night.

He raised his eyes suddenly, a bloodthirsty lamp lit in the dark pupils, and when the sword was about to pierce his eye, Night kicked him in the kneecap without a trace.

This kick was comparable to a sword, and the sound of bones shattering sounded, and the long sword slipped from the hands of the dead man and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The next moment, the hand that Ye Wuxian clasped the neck of the dead man, and the hand that was placed on the cover of the dead man's heavenly spirit twisted violently, and a "click" sound sounded, and the neck of the dead man was broken by Ye Wuji.

Throwing the corpse of the dead soldier on the ground, Ye Wuxian gently clapped his hands, took out a moon handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the dust off his hands.

At this time, another wave of dead soldiers came.

They surrounded Night Without a Trace from all sides, and the swords in their hands were raised high, slashing towards Night Without a Trace.

Ye Wuxian stood under countless swords, there was a murderous aura above his head, he bowed his head slightly, his pupils were waveless, bottomless, and awe-inspiring like a cold wind, passing from the end of winter.

Outside the battlefield, Qingge was protected by Ye Qingtian, and her heart trembled as she looked at Ye Wuxian who was in danger.

She didn't want the night to be hurt.

Although she knew that Night Without a Trace was hidden deeply, and her strength was more than that.

But I still can't stop worrying and worrying.

The one who was fighting for her was her brother.

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