The wind is sorrowful, and the loess is flying.

The armor glowed with a cold light, which was especially eye-catching in the night wind.

The sound of horses' hooves and the sound of fighting are endless.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds collided, tearing holes in the heart.

The person under the dark robe closed his eyes, and his white and slender fingers pressed on the plain jade flute.

The bamboo forest is surging, and the sound of music is constantly flowing.

The fair-skinned wrist gradually turned scarlet, the bewitching blood beads dripped down, and the plain jade flute slowly turned red.

"Hmm."

The body was like thousands of ants and insects gnawing, and his steps were unsteady, Su Duyan bumped into the bamboo branch behind him and let out a muffled snort.

Sweat dripped, he closed his eyes lightly, his fingers jumped and pressed on the jade flute, the breath he lifted slowly came out, and the gorgeous song slowly poured out.

"Young Master—"

Jiang Kuo was still dressed in white and stood aside, his eyebrows dyed with worry.

Su Duyan turned a deaf ear, and tightly squeezed the jade flute and insisted on the movements in his hand.

The steps moved slowly, the blood kept dripping, and there was a rustling sound in the soil.

The hunting wind blew up the corner of the robe, and Su Duyan stabilized his figure, step by step, towards the battlefield of the fight.

——

The two armies confronted each other, and the horses were handsome.

The smell of blood enveloped the field, and the fight was dramatic, and there was tactful music lingering.

Something broke through the ground under his feet, and suddenly burrowed into the soles of the soldiers' feet in the fighting, "Ahh

And the cold corpse, the flesh and blood flipped in a blur, the limbs gurgling, twisted and stood up in a strange posture.

"Ahhh

When the soldiers who were in the middle of the battle saw this scene, their legs weakened and they fled one after another.

——

The thin moonlight hit the dark robe, and the thin light outlined the thin lips.

The jade flute became more and more charming, and her skin was as white as frost.

"The thief is in charge, the cholera dynasty is in charge, I am in exile in Thoreau, I am a soldier, don't surrender quickly!"

The bright yellow dragon robe is on the chariot, the sound is like a bell, and the breath of a king is end.

The soldiers on the walls whispered, and the city was ready to move.

Dead bodies gathered under the city, and the music continued to be heard.

Su Duyan suddenly opened his dull eyes and stopped playing in his hand.

The dark robes were hidden in the night, heading straight to the highest point of the imperial city.

Everywhere he went, blood was dripping like flowers, enchanting and abnormal.

——

The highest point in the Imperial City.

Jun Wuyuan was hidden in a group of black clothes with a touch of bright color, and thick blood was held out under his feet, dotted with blurry light, glowing with a strange red.

The long blade swung and slashed a bloody arc in the air, sending blood splatters.

There were people on the ground, and the black-clothed masked man cautiously looked at the bright color.

Jun Wuyuan is the same as when he was wearing bright colors, a handsome boy, not stained with any dirt.

"Hahaha...... "Bloodthirsty eyes looked at the people circling around him, and his tone was mocking, "Imperial Secret Guard, but that's it." ”

The black-clothed people's eyes tightened, ignoring the corpses on the floor, and the leader tapped his chin, and then a large number of black-clothed people swarmed up.

Is it finally coming! This king wants you all to die!

The superb knife technique burst out with a fierce light, and a pair of eyes showed murderous intent.

"Ahh

Before he could do anything, half of the men in black fell to the ground, screaming in pain, followed by a melodious music.

Jun Wuyuan's hand gripping the hilt of the sword tightened, and a drop of blood slipped from the tip of the sword.

Looking at the person who came slowly on the stone steps, a black robe outlined his slender figure, and the jade flute placed on his mouth was slowly removed, and the black-clothed man on the ground was silent.

Su Duyan slowly opened his faint eyes, with a little bit of broken glass.

Looking at each other, the corners of his pale mouth twitched slightly, and a familiar voice came, "Your opponent is me." ”