In the middle of the army, above Hua Yuan, a person sat majestically.

A pure black mask covered his face, and his long inky hair was draped over his shoulders, and if you looked closely, you could see that among the long hair on the right side of his forehead, there was a lock of long golden hair in the long inky hair, which was particularly obvious.

The man was wearing an inky robe, the gold trim of which stood out in the sunlight.

The man just sat faintly, but he was like an emperor.

Even if it is in the midst of ten thousand armies, even if it is in such a team of masters, at a glance, your eyes can't help but be attracted to him, and then you will have a feeling that you dare not force your eyes, his right hand is on the back of the chair, and his right hand is covered by wide sleeves, only a few slender fingertips are exposed.

"Mr. Dean, the army has all been assembled!"

A man rushed over and bowed his head in front of him.

The masked man raised his face slightly, looking at Ziwei City not far away, the sun reflected the mask on his face, the pair of eyes hidden behind the mask, a pair of eyes, there was a golden texture in the ink-colored pupils.

"Siege."

Behind the mask, his voice was heard, pleasant and cold.

"Order!"

The herald answered loudly, and at the same time raised the golden command flag in his hand, and was about to wave it down.

Sou!

An arrow, an arrow of light, an arrow of moonlight, shot at a rapid pace, piercing the air, bringing up a turbulence of white air.

The masked man lifted his face, and his gold-dyed ink eyes shrank.

The moonlight arrow broke through the air and rushed straight towards the masked man, at this moment, the air suddenly curled, and a visible air shock wave appeared in midair, and then the light arrow shattered in response, exploding into countless moonlight points and disappearing into the air.

The masked man lifted his face and looked into the air.

A figure flew down and landed in the open space between Beichen and Ziwei City.

Black clothes, black hair, black boots embroidered with gold trim were covered with dust brought along the way, purple pupils straightened up, and his eyes fell on the masked man in the Ten Thousand Armies array.

"Young lady!"

On the city wall, someone recognized her and immediately exclaimed.

Bei Shuihan and Mrs. Qingyou also recognized it as Purple Pupil, and they were both happy in their eyes.

After so many days, there was no news of the two, and Purple Pupil finally returned.

However, next, what the purple pupil said made the two of them who had just risen and rejoiced sink.

"Beichen, where is it?" Purple Hitomi asked.

The masked man looked at her.

"Surrender, or, die!"

The purple pupil slowly raised her right hand, the light between her fingers flashed, the breeze and clear cloud blade had fallen between her fingers, her dark purple eyes slowly contracted, and she bit every word and said it.

"I want you dead!"

"Hitomi-chan, don't be impulsive, come back quickly!" Qing Youfu shouted.

"Purple Pupil, come back quickly!" Bei Shui Han also shouted.

The purple pupil turned a deaf ear, just gently lifted the root of the right foot, the foot muscles tensed suddenly, and then, flying straight to the masked man.

On the body of the knife, the golden mangs overflowed, cut through the air, and cut straight down.

The blade quickly approached the masked man's face, and the wind of the knife gently blew even his hair.

At this moment, Purple Pupil's body suddenly stiffened, and her body was frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, and she stopped in mid-air not far in front of the masked man, and the knife in her hand still maintained a slashing posture.

Standing up, raising his hand, the masked man grabbed his left hand, already holding her throat.

The fingers tightened little by little, and the purple pupil's breathing immediately became rapid, and the lungs in his chest were burning and painful, as if they were about to burst at any time.