Hua Qingmo looked at Bai Zixiao, her voice was still calm and gentle. Her head slowly leaned against Bai Zixiao's chest, her hands along his chest, slowly upward, and then wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Besides, you promised to spoil Mo'er for a lifetime, and now that our life is not halfway through, how can nine thousand years old be a person who makes a gaffe?"

For Hua Qingmo's words, Bai Zixiao just smiled and wrapped her arms around her emaciated body. Bai Zixiao's lips slowly fell on Hua Qingmo's hair, and her lips pressed against Hua Qingmo's hair, as if they were kissing each other with a fine and warm feeling. Finally, Bai Zixiao's lips stopped on Hua Qingmo's ears, and an indifferent voice and warm breathing came at the same time.

"Mo'er is deeply relieved to trust her like this, but even this Doge may lose her word, and Mo'er must remember this." Bai Zixiao said this and paused. Then, he continued to speak: "But the one who can kill the Lord is myself, and these people are not in the eyes of the Lord of the Governor. ”

After finishing speaking, Bai Zixiao let go and stood up. The slender figure reflected the light of tomorrow, and seemed to dispel the shadows and darkness that had never changed in his body in an instant. He slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips slid over the hilt of the frost cold sword, and his dark eyes were like bottomless black holes at the end of the universe.

"Before the arrival of the army, do you want to play with the Lord of the Governor of the West and the Prince of De? Two people can also be together. Bai Zixiao looked at Situ Heng and Situ Yuanche, and the smile on the corner of her lips was enchanting and gorgeous. Immediately, he looked at Pei Tianyou and Hua Minzhi, with an extreme confidence and absolute height in his indifferent voice. "Shang Shuling and the eldest son of the king can also be together, this governor heard that your martial arts are not weak, it should make this governor happy and happy."

Listening to Bai Zixiao's provocative words, Situ Heng didn't need to say it, the expression on his face was gloomy and dark, and although Situ Yuanche couldn't see anything from his face, he was naturally angered by Bai Zixiao's words in his heart. As for Hua Minzhi, he now only thinks that Hua Qingmo can survive, Bai Zixiao's life naturally has nothing to do with him, and he naturally has no objection to joining forces to deal with Bai Zixiao.

And Pei Tianyou, he doesn't care, it's just a matter of eating the king's luck and being loyal to the king.

"Since the nine thousand years old said so, then the king is not welcome." Situ Heng pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and the cold sword light seemed to be even more ruthless under the light of tomorrow. He looked at Bai Zixiao, and his voice was extremely indifferent: "Being able to personally take the life of nine thousand years old is really the most wishful thing in this king's life." ”

After Situ Heng finished speaking, he took his sword and attacked Bai Zixiao. The soft sword, which was originally soft and shaking, seemed to have become the sharpest weapon in the world at this time, and stabbed at Bai Zixiao's heart with unmistakable precision.

At the same time, Situ Yuanche also drew his sword and faced each other, his figure was like lightning galloping in the sky, and he had reached the front of Bai Zixiao in a snap of his fingers.

The long swords in the hands of the two attacked Bai Zixiao at the same time, and the two sword lights reflected their faces, and the killing intent was suddenly revealed, without concealment. The moment the sword light appeared, countless sword qi were like densely woven raindrops, attacking Bai Zixiao head-on.

But Bai Zixiao still stood in place as calmly as a mountain, with a brilliant smile on his face that was almost demonic as always. The white slender fingers slowly slid on the hilt of the frosty sword, and when the sword qi was only a stone's throw away from him, he held the hilt of the sword and drew his sword, the long sword was like a ghost, and he could see illusory sword shadows, but the moment the sword shadows were crossed, he couldn't find out where the long sword was.

The moment the sword qi disappeared, the long swords converged, and a sharp and cold voice came out, with a piercing determination. At this moment, what came into the eyes of the people around the high platform was such a scene.

The long sword in Bai Zixiao's hand lay in front of him, and the long swords of Situ Yuanche and Situ Heng were against it. The sharp swords of the three of them simultaneously reflected the faint sunlight above the dome, and in the condensation, endless killing intent spread like smoke, lingering around everyone present.

As for the expressions of the three people, they can be described as very different. On the beautiful face of the white purple flute, the smile is still the same, just like the sun is in full bloom in June, the ripples of the lake, the red sun is near, almost demon-like beauty, the beauty of soul-snatching.

And Situ Heng, that beautiful face, without any expression, looked as gentle as jade as usual. However, for some reason, at this moment, it gives people a feeling of extreme darkness, like ink spilling on white paper, which has been dyed with black that cannot be faded.

As for Situ Yuanche, his face was extremely solemn, and his handsome and innocent face seemed to be frozen by frost, and he no longer had his usual casualness like the wind, and he was unrestrained and wanton.

When the three of them confronted each other, King Ning suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Bai Zixiao, and his rapid movements surprised everyone. On the long sword, the cold light lingered, piercing into Hua Qingmo's eyes, and an indescribable hatred and resentment grew from her heart.

Quickly took out two Liuyun needles, Hua Qingmo aimed at the hamstrings of King Ning Jun and was about to make a move, but before the silver needles could make a move, Bai Zixiao suddenly jumped upward, and his right leg continued to attack the two people in front of him as if riding the wind.

The strong leg wind caused Situ Heng and Situ Yuanche to quickly retreat backwards to avoid this attack. But what everyone didn't expect was that the Frost Cold Sword in Bai Zixiao's hand had already stabbed at King Ningjun when he made a move on Situ Heng and Situ Yuanche, and when everyone was concerned about whether the two of them had been hit, the Frost Cold Sword had already penetrated King Ningjun's right leg.

The smell of blood instantly permeated the surroundings, and King Ningjun's cry of pain followed, with an indescribable aura. At this time, Bai Zixiao's fingers moved slightly, and he used a deep internal force to lure the frost cold sword back into his hand.

"Dirty." Bai Zixiao looked coldly at the bright red blood on the frost cold sword, and his indifferent voice was full of contempt. His right arm moved slightly, shook off the blood on the sword, and then raised his sword to point at Situ Heng and Situ Yuanche, and his words were full of sneer: "Is it that you look down on the Lord of the Governor, or that the Lord of the Lord of the Governor is exalting you too much, with one enemy against four, but I just want to leave you a way to live, if you really don't want it, then the Lord of the Governor is a good person in vain." ”

Such words made Hua Minzhi and Pei Tianyou's faces change slightly, and the two looked at Bai Zixiao, staring at the demonic smile on his thin lips, and quickly drew their swords.

The four of them attacked Bai Zixiao at the same time, and the cold sword qi was like a north wind mixed with ice edges in the harsh winter, with a piercing and cold killing intent. The long swords converged, the sword light was ruthless, and everyone around them retreated a little to avoid being injured by the sword qi.

And at this moment, Hua Qingmo stood up from the chaise longue. Her eyes stared at King Ning Jun, who was stopping the bleeding on the side, and the corners of her lips slowly outlined an indescribable smile.

"Cat, sword." Hua Qingmo stood up, and her cold voice was full of the coolness of cold snow.

Suddenly, the cat moved in front of Hua Qingmo, knelt on one knee on the ground, and held a long sword with a sword body hidden in a silver scabbard on both hands.

Picking up the Snow Cold Sword, a chill instantly invaded Hua Qingmo, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be made of ice and snow, and it was cold to Hua Qingmo's palm in every second.

Clenching the hilt of the sword, Hua Qingmo's gaze looked at King Ning Jun again, and then she leaned over and whispered a word in the cat's ear.

"Yes, young master." The figure of the cat disappeared almost simultaneously with hers.

At this time, Hua Qingmo was on tiptoe, and her figure quickly avoided the cold sword qi released by Bai Zixiao and a few people, and the lone figure stood in front of King Ning Jun. Looking at the blood flowing on the wooden board, the smile on the corner of Hua Qingmo's lips deepened.

The crimson skirt that suddenly appeared in front of him made King Ning Jun stunned, he raised his head, looked at Hua Qingmo, who was now staring at him, and knew it in his heart.

He killed Baili Yuche, and now Baili Yuche's daughter has come to kill herself.

This may be the cycle of cause and effect, which is retribution.

"Lord Yun has a daughter like this, and Jiuquan must be blind." King Ning looked at Hua Qingmo's beautiful and beautiful face, and his voice somehow softened. If it weren't for that night's suction, the one standing in front of him now would be his daughter.

But God just likes to make such desperate jokes, and seems to like to see the world suffer in the entanglement of grievances.

"The daughters of King Ning are not fuel-efficient lamps, and even if the prince dies today, he will be able to look at them." Hua Qingmo's hand moved, and the Xue Han Sword had already reached the chest of King Ningjun. Looking at King Ningjun's calm attitude towards death, Hua Qingmo didn't say anything unpleasant. Then, she took out a stack of silver tickets from her arms and threw them in front of King Ningjun, without a trace of affection in her cold voice: "This is Qing Mo's monthly money in the Ningjun Palace's fifteen years and the silver tickets for fifteen years of life, a total of three million taels, and it pays off everything that Qing Mo owes to the Ningjun Palace, and even a lot more." You, Chu Youran, everyone in the Ningjun Royal Mansion has never given Qing Mo any care, and Qing Mo only owes you silver tickets. And now, it's all back. ”

Looking at the stack of silver tickets in front of him, King Ning didn't know why, he felt dazzling, felt heartache, he stretched out his hand with a little trembling and picked up those silver tickets. The paper felt light and cold to the touch, like the cold wind he had felt in his desperate moments a long time ago.

"Yes, you've paid it off, take my life!" Tightly grasping the stack of silver tickets, King Ning looked at Hua Qingmo again, with a determination to die in his eyes.

Death at her hands is perhaps the best arrangement.

"Qingmo will not be soft." Hua Qingmo clenched the hilt of the Xue Han Sword and stabbed at King Ning Jun without hesitation.

Hua Minzhi, who was fighting on the side, saw this situation and immediately spoke, with a trace of desperate plea in her voice: "Mo'er, don't." ”

Regarding Hua Minzhi's blocking voice, Hua Qingmo's eyes only moved, and it did not have a slight impact on her actions. The long sword pierced through King Ningjun's body, and the blood slowly flowed out along the Xuehan Sword, falling to the ground bit by bit, and the sound was small but I don't know why it clearly entered Hua Qingmo's ears.

At the same time, Hua Qingmo pulled out the Snow Han Sword and took a few steps back. She quickly shook off the blood on the Xue Han Sword, and her left hand moved slightly.

Seeing this, the sixteen horsemen standing around the clouds pulled out the golden bow to protect the sun and aimed at the king of Ningjun. Hua Qingmo wanted to kill the king of Ningjun with his own hands, and even asked him to die in the same way as Baili Yuche.

"Oh ......" The sharp arrow came out of the string and shot quickly towards the king of Ningjun. At this time, I don't know where a golden arrow suddenly flew sideways.

In a lightning instant, the golden arrow stabbed the four sharp arrows shot by the Sixteen Horsemen of Youyun, changing the direction of those four arrows in an extremely strange trend. In the next moment, five arrows were like white rainbows through the sun, pouring out with all their strength, attacking Hua Qingmo with a killing intent to death.

"Young master, be careful."

"Mo'er, be careful."

"Be careful."

The noisy and chaotic sound made Hua Qingmo aware of the danger, she turned around quickly, and the five arrows were no more than a stone's throw away from her, and at this time, a figure from out of nowhere blocked her in front of her, and the attitude of not being afraid of death made Hua Qingmo slightly stunned. But what was even more surprising was the man's face.

How could it be him?