"Yo, angry?" Jun Wuxue laughed, "You have to understand that you and I are originally a cooperative relationship, not a subordinate relationship. I am the dignified King of Guangxian Guangping, what do you want to do?

It's just a matter of taking what you need.

Moreover, your purpose is to have Jun Wuyue die; And my purpose is to borrow the troops and the Thousand Machines Hall in your hands.

I was kind enough to help you get rid of Jun Wuyue, but you questioned me in turn? Scold! ”

"There are millions of ways to get rid of Jun Wuyue, but you have chosen the most despicable and cruel one! Jun Wuxue, as the prince of Great Xia, you have done such a thing as collaborating with the enemy and treason! ”

Jun Wuxue shrugged her shoulders and laughed as if she had heard something funny.

Her laughter was a little high-pitched, and the man's brow furrowed uncomfortably under his mask.

Jun Wuxue looked at him with mockery, "Heh, you have a big heart, and you are worried that the people of Li are coming." I don't have your heart. Is it my business to live or die? As long as you can sit on the supreme throne, what does it matter if you sacrifice some lives? After all, if you want to do great things, you always have to pay a price, right? ”

The man wearing the Xuantie mask snorted coldly, "With a prince like you, I really feel sorry for the people of Great Xia!" It's good that you're not an empress. ”

As soon as he spoke, his wrist moved slightly, and he wanted to swing his sword to cut her throat.

But Jun Wuxue's martial arts were outstanding, and she bent back suddenly, and the blade of the sword grazed the tip of her nose.

She slammed her feet against the wall, her body spun in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground.

Barely pausing, she stepped back, reaching for the sword on the case, and resisting the masked man's blow.

"Qiang—"

The sound of the handover of weapons sounded, and although the movement was loud, it was quickly drowned in the rainy night.

"You're going to kill me?! Why! Jun Wuxue stared at the masked man, and his eyes were full of murderous anger.

"Because, there is no need to cooperate anymore."

The long swords remained pressed against each other, seemingly not moving, but both sides used all their strength.

Jun Wuxue knew that his internal strength was not as deep as his, and there was a trace of cunning in his eyes.

The strength in his hand was suddenly lifted, and the blade of the sword turned and went straight to the man's door.

The man had already sensed that something was wrong as she moved, but the inertia of his body caused him to lean forward, and he tilted his head and narrowly escaped the blow.

Correct.

But I heard a "bang".

The Darkiron Mask slammed to the ground, and strands of sword-slashed hair fell beside it.

The fight came to an abrupt end.

"It's you?!"

Jun Wuxue looked at the man opposite, her eyes full of shock.

The blade pointed at the man, and he slowly straightened up, calmly meeting her gaze.

Jun Wuxue suddenly laughed, the shock in his eyes faded, and was replaced by endless ridicule.

"I said, mysteriously, who is wearing a mask? It turned out to be ......

Concubine Qing. ”

Ye Yinchen held a sword in his hand, different from his usual appearance of a dusty white clothes, tonight was a pure black night clothes, which looked a little less moist and a little more cold.

"This king thought before that you were so loyal to Jun Wuyue. Heh, the result? The closest person is the one who wants to kill her the most. ”

After seeing Ye Yinchen, Jun Wuxue's memory emerged little by little, "I said that concubine ceremony, why did you suddenly ask me to send a Qinglou opera into the palace, it turned out ...... It's just that you want to enter the palace yourself. ”