Chapter 92: Your Highness, Don't Be Black! (33)

The dark robe, the delicate silver mask, heh, Jun Wuyuan sneered in his heart.

The inky pupils were glowing with a luster of luster, and the thin lips pulled up the contemptuous taste, and the face was cold.

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He did come anyway.

"Opponents." Chewing these two words slowly, the corners of his mouth arced.

"You just appeared in the imperial city crying blood, and you really pretended to be righteous in the world!"

Trying his best to suppress the irritability in his heart, Jun Wuyuan held his sword and pointed directly at the person in front of him.

I want him to block everyone in the world, this person appeared, and sure enough, what he pretended in his heart was this indifferent and ruthless world!

The voice spoke, "I said, if you don't kill me, I will slaughter the entire government and the opposition!" ”

This is the consequence of you, betraying me!

The forehead horns suddenly jumped, and the violence swept all over the body.

"That's why I'm here." The voice that had not been heard for a long time spread, and Su Duyan reached out and lifted the brim of his hat.

Three thousand silver filaments appeared in an instant, which was particularly eye-catching in the night wind.

"Jiang-Linxian-"

Looking at the silver filament dangling in front of him, the tyranny at the bottom of his eyes could no longer be contained.

He actually ...... For the sake of this indifferent and ruthless world, would you rather betray him and make yourself a ghost or a ghost?!

Looking at the sad expression of the person in front of him, his pale pupils rippled and shone, and his thin lips said:

"I'm here to kill you."

The jade flute in his hand was facing downward, and the hidden silver knife was unsheathed, and his tone was firm, "Except for the ministers, help the world." Jun Wuyuan, today, either you die or I die-"

Suffering from the gnawing of Gu insects day and night, his heart has long been full of holes.

Slaughtering innocent ministers and soldiers, Jun Wuyuan has fallen into the devil. I've said I'm going to pull you back.

His eyes lit up, and the jade flute in his hand was already stabbing towards the bright color.

The pupils of his eyes were full of the flying dark color, "Ah-" Jun Wuyuan roared, raising his sword to resist.

The swords collided, their eyes facing each other, and the killing intent in their eyes was fully revealed.

Su Duyan kicked Jun Wuyuan's leg in the crook, and then the jade flute turned around and slashed across the gorgeous cheek.

The wind blew in his ears, his hair flew, and the hair on his forehead fell quietly.

The cheeks hissed and hurt, burrowing into the lungs, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Jun Wuyuan's dead eyes suddenly looked at the blood stains on the jade flute.

The corners of his mouth hooked an evil arc, and his white fingers touched his cheeks, and a touch of red bloomed on his fingertips.

His body trembled slightly, his eyes were full of doubts, and his gaze fell on the dark color.

"You're going to kill me?" The voice was faint, his fists were clenched, his eyes were swept with anger, and his tone was poignant, "Jiang Linxian-"

"You're going to kill me?!"

The person who regarded him as a treasure actually wanted to kill himself for the sake of the righteousness of the world.

I'm going to kill him! The scarlet eyes couldn't bear the violence in their hearts anymore.

Stretching out his hand to tear off the red silk resolutely, the three thousand crows' hair spread in the wind, Jun Wuyuan lifted the sword, and quickly cut off the flying red thick.

The eyes mixed with the flying snow looked at the dark color, and his voice was terrible, "Then we will go to hell together!" ”

The figure stabbed at Su Duyan with a sharp sword.

The red silk fell into the dust like a butterfly with broken wings, and the heart was torn, and the silver light flashed, reaching the heart.

Holding the hand of the jade flute, the lonely eyes quickly retracted.

The blood on the wrist kept dripping, dotting the bloody jade flute.

Hao's wrist was deflected, the jade flute flipped over, and the figure moved like a cheetah, and went straight towards the red clothes in a daze.

"Whew-"

The sharp sword slashed across the night sky, and the light of the sword was shining, and it turned to stab into the body with ease.

His scattered eyes flashed with relief, and blood continued to flow out of his chest, dripping to the ground.