"Aren't you worried about your imperial brother, now that he is in my hands, don't you ......?"

"You're not qualified to negotiate terms with me, Miss Chu." Murong Sichen said with a smile.

"How do you know!" The man in black was shocked, and the originally calm male voice was also flawed because of the fright.

"So it looks like I guessed correctly, right?" Murong Sichen smiled even more proudly.

Murong Sichen knew how Murong Yuan overthrew the previous dynasty and established the Yuan dynasty. Therefore, Murong Sichen knew very well that this peaceful and prosperous era was just an appearance. Among them, there is an undercurrent surging, and how many old ministers of the previous dynasty and loyal followers of the royal family of the previous dynasty are waiting for an opportunity to move, hoping to regain their power.

So Murong Sichen has been consciously investigating these forces, in order to meet such an untimely need today.

"Dog thief!" The man in black simply gave up his disguise and shouted. The subordinates beside her immediately rushed towards Murong Sichen. Murong Sichen was waiting for this opportunity!

He immediately drew the short knife he had with him and pounced.

A group of people were fighting together again, but this time because of the anxiety of the man in black, it was obviously Murong Sichen's side who had the upper hand. Murong Sichen found the vacancy and jumped in front of Miss Chu at once. Miss Chu was taken aback, but she still didn't forget to seal Murong Yuzhuo's acupoint and threw him aside.

"It's me who underestimated you." Chu Qianmo said coldly under the mask.

"Where is it, Miss is obviously underestimating the entire Yuan Dynasty!"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Qianmo pulled out the short sword at his waist. This short sword is about two inches long, soft and strong, and at first glance it is not an ordinary weapon.

Murong Sichen was also cautious, and he didn't dare to have a trace of contempt for the enemy.

I saw that Chu Qianmo's wrist turned, and the short sword wrapped around Murong Sichen's arm like a snake. Murong Sichen frowned and stretched out his hand to claw to grab it, but it was cut with a big hole.

I didn't expect that this flexible sword still has the sharpness of sharpening iron like clay.

Murong Sichen suffered a loss, and he was not in a hurry to get it back at the moment. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he suddenly pulled back and stepped back. This retreat is a foot away.

Murong Sichen's idea was very simple, the sword in Chu Qianmo's hand was only two inches long, as long as he opened the distance, he was not afraid that he would not be able to deal with her.

Just as Murong Sichen thought, Chu Qianmo always wanted to get close to Murong Sichen's body, but he didn't dare to get close. can only be hung by Murong Sichen.

"You are the prince of a country, and you are running away like a lost dog!" Chu Qianmo frowned, "Don't hurry up and fight!" ”

"Miss Chu shouldn't say this." Murong Sichen smiled, "Miss, please look back." ”

Chu Qianmo followed Murong Sichen's gaze, and Murong Yuzhuo had actually stood up and was looking at her angrily.

"You! How could it be! Chu Qianmo's eyes widened in disbelief, "I have obviously sealed your acupoint!" ”

"Miss Chu doesn't know, is there an exercise that can dredge the acupoints by yourself? Although our Murong royal family doesn't have too many true inheritances, we are still handy for a half-person like you. ”

Listening to Murong Sichen's words, Chu Qianmo's face turned blue and red for a while, and he rushed straight towards Murong Sichen angrily.

However, Murong Sichen looked calm, "If I was still a little jealous of you, then now I can finally give it a go!" ”

With that, the subordinate next to him handed him the Fang Tian Painting Halberd. The moment Fang Tian's halberd was held in Murong Sichen's hand, his temperament was instantly different.

From that kind of gentleness to decisiveness, even those eyes became afraid to look directly in an instant.

The moment Chu Qianmo saw Murong Sichen take the halberd, his brows furrowed deeply. Her two-inch-long short sword, what she is most afraid of is that someone will attack her close or from a distance. No matter how flexible her sword is, it is difficult to entangle the halberd to restrain Murong Sichen. What's more, the martial arts of the two are almost the same, and if you really want to count it, it may be that Murong Sichen is even better.

Sure enough, within a few rounds, Chu Qianmo was left to parry. She stepped back, and she was about to be overwhelmed.

"Miss!" Murong Sichen's painting halberd swung towards Chu Qianmo, if this time it was solid, Chu Qianmo's arms might have already landed!

However, at this moment of lightning, a dart suddenly flew over, once again deflecting the trajectory of the halberd in Murong Sichen's hand.

Murong Sichen squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the person who spoke up.

He is not tall and much thinner than the average person. Although the man was dressed in black, he could still see his sickly emaciation in the deep sunken sockets of the leaking eyes.

"Senior, Si Chen is disrespectful."

Murong Sichen admired the short and thin man's kung fu, and immediately gave a respectful salute, opened the shelf and prepared for a fight. To be honest, looking at the audience, it is estimated that there are few people who can compete with this person, which is the reason why Murong Sichen hesitated before and was unwilling to attack rashly.

Fortunately, although this master should have a chance of winning, he has no heart to fight for some reason. He stepped forward and said something in Chu Qianmo's ear.

Chu Qianmo frowned, and his eyes revealed the difficulty of making a trade-off. Xu sat for a while and struggled in his heart, but Ka Chu Qianmo waved his hand. The black-clothed people who were still beating were all in shape, and they withdrew while fighting.

Seeing that the other party had the intention of retreating, Murong Sichen also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He likes to be perfectly prepared when he does things, and it is rare to encounter such and such things as encountering a strong enemy without preparation.

Seeing that his subordinates still wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, Murong Sichen thought about it and stopped them.

"Miss Chu doesn't let her shave her eyebrows, I'll ask Miss for advice next time." Murong Sichen said to Chu Qianmo, but his eyes were more on the thin man in black.

"Don't sell us favors." Chu Qianmo frowned, "I don't like to owe others something. ”

Murong Sichen sneered, he never expected that the other party was such a simple little girl. Rubbing his eyebrows, Murong Sichen smiled a little dotingly. After all, the last time I heard about this was from Chai Qingyue's mouth. Now that so many days after separation, it sounds like a common feeling in my heart. By the way, Miss Chu, who is connected to this enemy, looks so cute.

There was no agreement, but both sides were retreating in tacit understanding. Seeing that the crisis was about to be resolved, Murong Sichen suddenly realized something.

"Not good!" Murong Sichen shouted. As soon as the words fell, Murong Yuzhuo jumped out of nowhere, holding a short sword in his hand, and slashed towards Chu Qianmo's fair-skinned neck.

For a moment, blood splattered.