The thunder on the top of the sky came and went, and the lightning disappeared in the black clouds like splashing ink, I don't know when the bright moon was like a hook, the moonlight was clear, and the cool breeze was filled with the smell of blood, pungent and rich, so that people did not dare to have a moment of slackness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the martial arts ring, the King of the Northern Tomb was lying on a gilded chair with weak limbs, and his eyes were a little hollow looking at the blood mist that was still floating in mid-air.

He thought that after today, there would be no such person as Night Light Song in the world, but the sudden changes in the wind and clouds caught him off guard.

In front of the incense burner table, Qingge stood with difficulty, and Mo Ye Wuxian and others all gathered around her, cheering for this victory, and enthusiastically rejoicing in the rest of her life after the thrilling catastrophe.

The girl in the bloody clothes, the scene in front of her turned upside down, the light was bright, twisted together, her consciousness gradually withdrew, her eyes were black, and her limbs were soft and boneless.

The ink evil closest to Qingge grabbed Qingge, took the medicine bottle containing the myelin-washing pill from the light singer, and sent one of the golden pills into Qingge's mouth, which melted in his mouth.

"Grandpa Night, the Mo family has a Linglong bed, which can treat the pain of muscles and veins, I will bring Qingge over."

Mo Xie Heng picked up the light song and turned around to leave, but a long black figure blocked Mo Xie's way, and Mo Xie's eyes looked at the person coldly, "Little Wangye." ”

Beiyue Ming looked at Mo Xie in a complicated manner, with a strange expression, "When did you break through the innate thirteenfold?" Why doesn't the king know? ”

Mo Xie didn't want to pay attention to Beiyue Ming, and was about to go to Mo's house with Qingge in his arms, he was so anxious that Qingge's twenty-four tendons and veins were all broken, if he didn't heal as soon as possible, Mo said that he would not be a waste person in the second half of his life, and it would be very difficult to even survive.

Beiyue will not give up, and will not give up without asking the end.

"You answer the king's question first." Beiyue frowned, as if displeased.

When the smile solidified to the extreme, Mo Xie condensed his eyes and suddenly shouted angrily: "Beiyue Ming, if you delay the time of Qingge's healing, I will definitely not let you go." ”

After that, the soles of Mo Xie's feet touched the ground, and the weak girl in his arms jumped up, and the aura roared away, hugging him, and the robes bloomed like fire, until this scarlet figure disappeared from the field of vision, and everyone seemed to have not recovered from that graceful demeanor.

Beiyue Ming turned his back to the departing ink evil, his hands were clenched, his eyes were green, and he no longer had the height of his past, like a poisonous snake hidden deep in the darkness of the earth.

Although Qingge was seriously injured and passed out for several days, she was undoubtedly the first in the battle of the four dynasties.

The battle on the last day exploded like thunder, and the whole Beiyue was boiling, and the people of Beiyue who watched the battle that day were talking about how wonderful and bloody this battle was......

Harness the thunder and lead the snow, break the arm and cut the bones.

However, during the days when Qingge was asleep, there was a haze in the Fengyue Pavilion.

The white yarn danced wildly, the women in the pavilion loomed, the sound of Fuxiqin was endless, the mountains and rivers flowed, and then they were angry and sad.

Zheng Zheng, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, the light yarn outside the pavilion was lifted by the wind, only to see the woman's scarred hand was cut by the strings again, her eyes looked coldly at the distance without people, her eyes were scattered in all directions, everywhere she went, the flowers and trees seemed to be trembling and withering.

She got up suddenly, picked up the qin, and seemed to be unaware of the blood on her hands, which dyed the snow-white robe red, dripping on the ground, splashing into flowers, bewitching and beautiful.

The woman walked outside the Fengyue Pavilion with the piano in her arms, and the strings were outlined with her fingertips, and the sound of the piano started, and the two vermilion colored doors immediately opened, and the wind poured in from the door, and the night fell into the city coldly, but the two guards in front of the gate stopped her, and a maid in dark clothes walked out on the side, this person was Yinlan.

Yinlan was expressionless and said, "Allure girl, Miss said that you can't leave Fengyue Pavilion until she comes." ”

"Miss?" Ye Chengcheng sneered, "Qingge's muscles and veins are broken, her ribs are cut, and now she is dying and unconscious, how can I stay in Fengyue Pavilion quietly with her appearance?" ”

Yinlan frowned, "But Miss ......"

"If Qingge is to blame, you can rest assured that I am here."

After that, the night fell into the city and no longer paid attention to Yinlan, holding the piano with one hand, plucking the strings with the other, the moment the strings leaked, the two guards in front of them actually fainted to the ground without warning, she went all the way unhindered, singing and advancing, her figure was graceful, like a white swan drunk alone on the sparkling lake.

Yinlan turned his head, his eyes gloomy as he looked at the snow-colored figure that was fading away.

She always remembered that the first time she saw Nightfall City, Nightfall City was bullied, and although she was stubborn, she was also weak.

But just a few months have passed, and the girl who was pushed into the lake in the past is now a Fuxiqin, dressed in snow-colored clothes, like a ghost, with a cold temperament, who dares to stop her?

On the outskirts of the city.

The envoys of Nanyi Kingdom are on their way back to China, although Zhan Qiu is dead, but these envoys are still alive after all, and when the battle is so obvious that Zhan Qiu wants to kill Qingge, these envoys are not good to stay in Beiyue, so they left in disgrace.

The king of the Northern Tomb took the people of the Western Kingdom and the envoys of the Southern Yi Kingdom all the way.

South of the city.

Behind the two mountains, the king of the North Tomb and others camped here.

The bonfire is demonic, and the night is light.

The King of the North Tomb leaned against a strong thousand-year-old tree, sitting weakly, his eyes full of fatigue.

"Lord Wang, do you want to drink some fish soup that warms your stomach?" A guard came over with a soup soup.

The king of the North Tomb took the bowl and was about to drink it, but a gloomy wind blew on the high mountain in the distance, and the sound of the piano came in bursts, resounding through the sky like muffled thunder.

The skirt is like practice, and the shadow is like a charm.

The king of the North Tomb threw the bowl containing the fish soup in his hand on the ground, the porcelain bowl shattered, and the fish soup leaked to the ground, the king of the North Tomb got up suddenly, staring at the ghostly figure with fierce eyes, and the sound of thunder sounded, "Who is pretending to be a ghost?" ”

Qingling's laughter sounded from the top of the mountain, the sound of the piano stopped, and the woman in white suddenly spoke, and said with a mocking smile: "The world-famous King of the Northern Tomb really looks like a beast." ”

The King of the Northern Tomb was furious, his clenched hands flashed with the light of thunder and lightning, he was carrying a broken reggae spectrum, although he was not a thunderbolt physique like Zhan Qiu, he could summon one or two thunderbolts.

He threw a punch, his fist glowed, and a burst of green lightning burst out, heading straight for the woman on the mountain.

The woman sat cross-legged, with a Fuxi qin on her knees, the sound of the hibiscus weeping piano flowed from her fingertips, and the mountains and rivers collapsed in her hands, and every time she played, the wounds on her hands became deeper and deeper.

Her eyes looked at the green lightning rushing towards her without fear, and there was only endless anger in her dark eyes.

She only knew that this bunch of people, this King of the North Tomb......

Damn, damn it!

The King of the Northern Tomb glared at the mountain and the green lightning, and when the piano sounded, the green lightning was swallowed by the sound blade......

The eyes of the King of the Northern Tomb suddenly expanded!

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