Sui Mo hurriedly went up to stop him, but because he was afraid of hurting Feng Qiao's restraints, he was also cut by Feng Qiao's soft sword with several blood marks in a few moves.

Blood seemed to be able to stimulate Feng Qiao's indiscriminate desire to kill, he hooked his lips and smiled, and stabbed Sui Mo when he recognized it, mercilessly.

Sui Mo gave orders to others while hiding, asking them to quickly give Feng Qiao a needle.

Only a tranquilizer needle can calm him down.

But who would dare to step forward and stop this mad tiger? It would be nice if they could hold on and not run, let alone pluck the hair from the tiger's head.

Several timid palace maids rolled their eyes and fainted in fright, and those who didn't faint didn't care about anything, and ran out of the door.

The guards at the door didn't have time to pay attention to them.

Because the guards were also frightened at this time, a few people with knives could no longer stand.

Look at the corpses on the ground that have not yet cooled down, no one dares to go up and carry them.

But Feng Qiao's movements were too fast, so fast that he couldn't hit a single one of the silver needles he threw at him.

He imagined himself as a phoenix, fighting his own sword in his own mind.

Huang Yu's swordsmanship was taught by the sword saint Xiao Qiuqiao, and Feng Qiao's swordsmanship was specially guided by the most powerful master in the country. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and after years of training, Feng Qiao's swordsmanship has reached the point where no one can beat it.

Once his sword is unsheathed, how many undead will it add......

The few people who fell to the ground didn't need to look to know that they had lost their breath.

Because some of the head and body have been separated, and some are directly cut off from the left shoulder to the right waist.

The tip of the soft sword slashed across Sui Mo's neck, and after a moment, it left a thin mark of blood.

Jian Feng picked up a few fallen leaves, and slashed on Sui Mo's face as painfully as a knife.

Sui Mo retreated again and again, and the white gauze was cut by the long sword, and there were several shocking blood marks......

Seeing that the next move was about to become an undead under the aggrieved sword, Sui Mo could no longer sit still.

Since you can't hide, you can only try desperately.

Sui Mo said in a deep voice: "Sui Tian, give me the evil." ”

Evil is the last sword made by a famous swordsman a long time ago, and legend has it that at the dawn of ancient times, when the sky was black and white, when darkness and light met, it was the time when the fierce gods and evil spirits haunted.

A pair of hands slowly raised, and in the middle of both hands was a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword was missing, and the sword body was not visible, because the sword body merged into the dark night and became a part of the dark night.

So the evil got its name.

The evil sword is two feet and one inch long, the sword body is cast and thin, the sword body is exposed to a faint cold light, the hilt of the sword is a golden dragon carving, it looks extremely majestic, and the blade is extremely sharp at that time, the real blade is like autumn frost.

The evil evil is Sui Mo's sword, and it was also given to him by Feng Qiao.

In the past few decades, Sui Mo has used evil only a handful of times, and when he competed with Feng Qiao, he only used an ordinary green steel sword. The few times the sword went out of the body was on the battlefield where people killed without blinking.

Suitian is the smallest secret guard of the Suizi faction, and he has been doing things with Suimo, and he can be regarded as Suimo's personal apprentice.

When he came today, Sui Mo expected that Feng Qiao could not be controlled so easily, so he asked Sui Tian to come with evil in advance.

I didn't expect things to be the same as he thought.

Sui Mo took the evil sword and slowly walked in front of Feng Qiao.

At this time, Feng Qiao seemed to be looking at the person in front of him, and Sui Mo knew that Feng Qiao was looking at another person through him, and that person was the dead Huang Yu.

The two stood facing each other, on one side was the world's number one evil sword and evil sword, and on the other side was the emperor of the Ninety-Five Emperor, and the eyes of the audience were focused on the two of them.

Sui Mo was calm, and in an instant, the two of them took out their swords at the same time, both as fast as lightning.

With Mo's white figure turning like a fling, accompanied by the faint sound of the sword, his hand pulled out the evil sword in the sheath, the wrist spoke lightly, and the evil sword also flashed as fast as lightning, the sword light flashed, but it merged with the white figure.

The sword is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a dragon passing through the school, walking on all sides, sometimes light as falling, pointing the sword up, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapse.

It is really a very light in the courtyard, and thousands of miles have swallowed the blood of the Huns.

It's evil!

When he entered the palace, he was trained as a killing tool, and lived a dark life, only thinking about practicing swords and practicing swords and practicing swords every day in order to survive the ruthless killing.

Finally, he stood out from a group of his peers and became the bodyguard of the Nine Kings Feng Qiao, living a life of worry-free food and clothing.

Before the two swords intersected, the two sword qi collided, making a "ding" sound, and the evil sword was almost shaken out of his hand.

Sui Mo's eyes were full of shock.

The sword Feng Qiao was holding was a soft sword that Huang Yu carried with him, and the materials were also extraordinary. Because Phoenix Feather is well protected, the soft sword has never been infested, and Sui Mo has never seen the power of this soft sword.

I didn't expect it to be so strong.

The moment it intertwined with the soft sword, a wisp of extremely cold qi instantly spread to his palm, passing through his hand Shaoyang meridians.

With a "whew" from Sui Mo, he spewed out in one breath, only to feel the coldness on his face, and the whole person was almost frozen by this cold air.

But the cold snap passed in an instant, and then the spring breeze blew on the face, as if suddenly from the solemn midwinter to the spring of March, and the surrounding air became mild and humid.

Sui Mo gratefully glanced at the entourage behind him who injected him with internal force, and wiped off a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"The emperor's skill is unfathomable and cannot be underestimated. Also, that soft sword is not an ordinary sword. Looking at the color, it should be a sword made of dark iron, the dark iron is extremely tough, and its power does not need me to say more, you have to be careful. He reminded him.

"I was careless, thank you." Sui Mo nodded.

Feng Qiao's soft sword swung out in the wind, and a blue cold light went straight to Sui Mo's throat. Before the sword arrived, Sen Han's sword qi had already stabbed the west wind!

Following Mo's footsteps, he stepped back seven feet, and a pine trunk was attached to his back.

Feng Qiao's soft sword was like a snake, and it had stabbed straight out with the change of moves.

Two tears of blood slipped from the corners of his eyes, and it was shocking to see. But he didn't have any expression, he was calm like a perpendicular puppet.

This kind of Feng Qiao is the most terrifying.

He turned into an emotionless killing machine.

Sui Mo couldn't retreat, and his body suddenly jumped up along the trunk of the pine tree.

Feng Qiao followed closely and flew into the sky, and the soft sword also turned into a cyan flying rainbow.

His man and the sword have become one.

The compelling sword aura destroyed the pine needles on the branches.

With the shaking of Mo Mo's arms, he had already swept past the sword qi flying rainbow, and with the needles falling, he could dodge the turquoise sword.

Feng Qiao flipped upside down in the air, and a cyan Changhong sword suddenly turned into countless lights and shadows, like flying snakes with wings, and sprinkled down on Sui Mo's head.

The power of this sword is enough to shatter people's souls!

Sui Mo's surroundings were shrouded in sword qi within a radius of three zhang, and no matter what direction he dodged, it seemed that he couldn't dodge.

The guards beside him were already squatting on the ground with their heads in pain, unable to withstand such a strong sword aura, and some of the weak-willed ones had already begun to bleed.

There was no choice but to desperately plug the ears.

Just listen to the sound of "ding", and the sparks splash everywhere.

With the evil in Mo's hand, he met the sword edge impartially.

Sui Mo felt as if his hands were going to be wasted.

Few people could face the impact of the edge, and he gritted his teeth to maintain this action, competing with Feng Qiao for endurance.

At this moment, the sword qi in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, but the needles like the blood rain had not yet fallen, and Feng Qiao stood in a daze in the blood rain, his sword raised flat on his chest.

Sui Mo's evil was still in his hand, but the blade had been cut several times by the soft sword.

Feng Qiao's expression was very sad, he opened his mouth, wanted to speak, but vomited a mouthful of blood.

He swallowed the blood hard, and his lips were bewitching and poignant.

He said, "Why didn't you die, why did I suffer all this." Damn it's you! Feng Qiao! It's you! ”

Feng Qiao looked at Sui Mo quietly, and Sui Mo also looked at him quietly.

Feng Qiao said again: "No! No, Huang Yu, you kill me, let me go with you, I don't want to stay in the world, I can't let go of Qiuchen...... Please take me with me. ”

"You're damned!"

The cold wind caresses the face, the hair has turned into frost, and the internal force pours on the fingertips, swaying.

Feng Qiao plays two horns by himself, like schizophrenia.

It's not like it's schizophrenia in itself.

He had taken too many blows, and his spirit was already on the verge of collapse.

There were only two things that hung on his spirit, and there was a little sanity left.

First, the murderer who killed Huang Yu has not been found, and he has to avenge Huang Yu.

The second is that he can't rest assured that he is the only son of Huang Yu, Qiuchen.

What kind of situation the emperor is, only a few palace people know.

In the depths of winter, the Xingchen Courtyard was already shrouded in a thick fog, and the cold air enveloped everyone's body.

"Damn it's you!" Feng Qiao suddenly broke out, shouting and rushing towards Sui Mo.

On the other side is Sui Mo, whose clothes have been cut by a soft sword.

An unprecedented composure appeared on Sui Mo's face, and he held the evil in his hand and meditated on countermeasures.

The soft sword struck first, accompanied by the cold qi emanating from Feng Qiao's body, cutting through the dense fog and forcing Sui Mo with a cold air.

The cold air and the dense fog rubbed together, turning into white light and rushing towards Suimo.

Sui Mo just flashed to its right side, blocking the sword with his sword, bouncing the opponent's power into the air, and seizing its momentum.

Feng Qiao has now lost his mind, and he can't fight with brute force.

Sui Mo stabilized his mind, knowing that he could only win with skill, creating a blank space in the back of Feng Qiao's neck for others, and letting the calming needle pierce it.

With the evil in Mo's hands, he can only dodge lightly, changing the brute force he just fought hard, as if a girl danced beautifully, and there was no lack of fortitude.

The still air was forced by the sword energy, turning into a fierce wind blowing towards Feng Qiao.

Feng Qiao is attacking everywhere, and Sui Mo is defending everywhere, and the two are inferior.

But the dream that Feng Qiao saw was different.

Holding a soft sword, his eyes were sad, and it was not him who cut people mercilessly, but Huang Yu.

The person who retreats everywhere to soften the rigidity is not Sui Mo, but himself.

Although Huang Yu is very serious with each sword, his lips are tightly pursed, and there is also the excitement of challenge in his eyebrows and eyes.

But when she looked him in the eye, it seemed a little sad.

That kind of look almost shocked a person like him, whose heart was as cold as iron in the palace, who had already been trained in the palace.

Huang Yu, what are you grieving about? Feng Qiao asked in his heart.

Huang Yu shook her head and slowly drew her sword, and the moonlight sprinkled clearly, as if it merged with her sword with blue light.

Her figure suddenly became ethereal, as if she was about to fly to the sky and leave this world.

"Nope! No! ”

Feng Qiao suddenly stepped forward, ignoring the edge of the sword, and stretched out his hand to drag the phoenix feather down from the sky.

Feng Qiao suddenly woke up from the fight between the two and fell into another layer of dreams.

It's a realistic dream.

Huang Yu, I miss you so much, come back, come back...

I'd rather die than I'm the one who would rather die.

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