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Voiceless.

Qingge looked at the angry man in front of her in surprise, the smile on the corner of her mouth bloomed, the intoxicating smell of wine spread between her lips and teeth, and her internal organs were all broken under the spirits, she squinted lazily, patted Mo Xie's face, and said with a smile: "Good, go back." ”

The three words concisely and concisely shook the man's soul.

The past was vivid, and he remembered that on Phoenix Mountain that day, he and Xiao Rufeng were threatened, the girl rushed up regardless of her own life, and the Seven Birds and Thunder Snake took them away, they didn't want to leave her alone, but she said the same three words with a spring breeze on her face.

The ink evil smiled, and the bitterness bloomed.

It turns out that it is still the same as more than half a year ago, time has not changed, you and I have not changed, and it is still a girl who is fighting alone and living in blood.

And he Mo Xie, still the same as before in Phoenix Mountain, all he can do is to leave, stand in a safe place outside the battlefield, see her heroic, and give up on me.

Mo Xie was frustrated, squatted down and picked up the silver wine jug that had broken a few holes on the ground, looked at Qingge with deep worry, turned around, turned his back to Qingge, and walked towards the guillotine.

Every step seemed to have exhausted his life's strength, and Mo Xie only felt that his soul was tormented and miserable.

Mo Yuntian, who was in the audience, stretched out his hand and hugged his daughter-in-law, looking at the man in the red robe helplessly.

"The hour is up, slash!"

The Emperor of the North Moon dropped the wooden card on the table, and the moment the wooden card landed, the executioner raised the machete, fierce and vicious, and the blade slashed at the back of Qingge's neck.

Mo Xie staggered, as if walking on the sword mountain and sea of fire, he heard the sound of the Beiyue Emperor slapping the table, heard the sound of the machete waving the wind, and he heard the snorting sound of the iron chain that imprisoned the bright girl......

All the blood in his body poured back, Mo Xie's face turned pale, and there was yin blood flowing in his dark pupils, and the murderous aura at that moment permeated the Nine Heavens, detonating the heavenly thunder.

Outside the crowd, the carriage came in circles, the incense cart BMW inlaid with spiritual jade stopped, the curtain of the curtain was lifted, and Beilinghai walked down from the carriage.

Beilinghai stood on the dirt in front of the carriage, and saw that under the dazzling green sun, the machete was about to fall.

In front of the plane tree, the old man's forehead was bruised, and there was a line between life and death.

Ye Wuxian clenched his hands tightly, and his eyes were about to crack; Mu Qi frowned, Mu Yingying couldn't bear to close her eyes, and the hearts of the people of the Lieyun Mercenary Group were devastated; The aventurine cod stood aside, a world of its own, no other emotions could be seen in its melancholy eyes, no waves, joy and anger were invisible.

On the peaks and hills, the woman sitting cross-legged was cold and cold-hearted, the crescent moon robe spread out on the ground was covered with spring mud, and the strings of the Fuxi qin were all red.

The woman's hands on the strings were clenched into fists, and the sharp nails were embedded in the flesh of the palms, and the blood flowed out of the cracks and dripped onto the bones and strings, completely dyeing the Fuxiqin red, and the evil qi surged.

The horse's hooves crushed the green grass and wild flowers, and the woman on the horse pulled the reins, and the horse's hooves swirled in place.

Yin Liangsha sat on the fierce horse, looking at the machete that was waved, his pupils suddenly constricted, and Ye Jingjing, who was in Yin Liangsha's arms, had a distorted face, a hideous gaze, and a purple and black complexion, quietly permeating.

Emperor Beiyue only knew that his heart was completely blocked by blind hatred, but he didn't know that if Qingge really died on this guillotine, this Beiyue country, he, the emperor and the great cause of the Spring and Autumn Period that had been brewing for many years would really be ruined.

He watched the machete gradually approach Qingge's neck, as if a god of death had fallen from the sky, and the smile on the face of the Northern Moon Emperor became more and more intense.

It's just that when his smile spread to the extreme, it froze, and his pupils were full of disbelief, and a trace of panic appeared in the depths of Gujing Wubo's eyes.

The man who was still walking forward on the guillotine stopped suddenly, his fiery red robe was demonized on the ground, and the ink evil raised his eyes and looked in all directions of the heavens and the earth, but he saw that on the mountains in the distance, 30,000 slaughterers rushed wildly, forming a circuitous black line in the sky.

They had no horses, no support from the people, but their king was on the guillotine.

The old man at the head was vigorous and vigorous, with white hair and a messy beard in the wind, it was Elder Yu.

After Elder Yu, there were five spirit masters including Li Canglang......

The familiar faces awakened all the memories that the Northern Moon Emperor had buried for many years.

Fear, only fear!

"Kill her, kill her!"

The Northern Moon Emperor was completely panicked, like an irrational madman, shouting hysterically.

On the Guiyun chair, Qin Kui's brows furrowed tightly, and he looked coldly at the swarming 30,000 slaughter army, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the momentum was magnificent.

Even he, the Second Sword Spirit Master, didn't dare to easily compete with such a huge team.

In a snap of a finger, 30,000 slaughter troops surrounded the guillotine and everyone.

Elder Yu came on crutches, Bai Honghai's four spirit masters stood in four directions, only one Li Canglang was left, swept up the stone platform, the aura surged, and the body of the executioner who was about to cut at Qingge with a machete burst, and the blade-like aura made him suffer the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and the machete fell to the ground and was slanted into the guillotine.

Li Canglang walked in front of Qingge, knelt down on one knee, clenched his hands into fists, and his voice resounded through the sky, shaking the five lakes, "Little master, my subordinates are late." ”

At the same time, outside the guillotine, four spirit masters, a full 30,000 slaughtering army, on the outskirts of Yong'an, under the strong sun, knelt on one knee, and the sound of kneeling on the ground made the sky fall apart.

Several mountains outside Yong'an seem to be about to break open and roll up boulders.

Everyone raised their hands in unison, clenched their fists with both hands, the sound of breaking the wind was cold, and the collision of fists and palms seemed to be a fight between heaven and earth.

Mo Xie stood on the outer edge of the guillotine, the world was changing rapidly, he looked at the slaughter army in amazement, mechanically, inch by inch, looking at the girl standing proudly.

The moment she raised her eyes, the sky and the earth, the wind and clouds, the stars fell, the top of the rivers and mountains, under the deep sea, there was no peace!

Life and death, go your own way, go your own way, go forward in the south and the north, and move forward.

Mo Xie saw that endless aura was released from the girl's body, and the aura turned into two blades of light in red and purple, drumming wildly in the air.

In an instant, the iron chains that imprisoned her were all shattered, turned into iron blades, flying in the air, she walked out of thousands of killings, and the iron blades shuttled by her side, smiling, the sun and moon were lightless, the eyes were scarlet, and the blood was demonic.

"Your Majesty, you are also half-old and immortal, is it time to abdicate and make way for Xian?"

The girl is evil and ghostly, her narrow eyes are tactful, breathtaking, she stands in the center of ten thousand people, on the guillotine, and utters the words of the great rebellion.

Heaven and earth, trembling.

North Moon, Turmoil!

Why rest?

How can you rest!

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