Their love is like a bird that is played with in the palm of their hands - Bei Hanjing.

The crescent moon in the sky, the blood-red edge began to slowly devour the white moon, cruelly driving away justice.

Under the moonlight, the Son's Mansion, which was deserted in the past, has now become a place of right and wrong, and the five hundred elite Praetorian Guards are coldly surrounding each exit layer by layer, and the number of flies is also inescapable.

The Black Lotus Pavilion is Fan Moya's resting bed, and ordinary people are not allowed to disturb it, but today there are two more noble and uninvited guests in front of the door.

"Fan Moya, your Holy Son's Mansion has been surrounded by our five hundred elite soldiers, let Han Qing go, obediently tie your hands and arrest you, spare you a way out." Bei Hanjing's eyes were cold, she looked at the calm Fan Moya beside Han Qing, and persuaded her to surrender in disgust.

After saying that, the friction between the huge axes between his fingers was eager to try, with the terrifying anger before the battle.

"Oh? Do you think 500 people can trap me? Fan Moya ambiguously hugged Han Qing's strong waist, and asked in a low magnetic voice.

Bei Hanmo, who had been half-squatting on the ground to recuperate from his injuries, could hear that he was not afraid, frowned slightly, and was secretly vigilant in his heart.

"I don't want you to waste my precious spring supper, so I'll be kind enough to send you away early." Fan Moya's long white fingers with distinct knots leisurely pulled out the black jade flute on his waist, took a step back, and put it under his lips to play.

The sharp and strange sound of the flute spread outward from the flute cavity, and suddenly dispersed in the air, and the ground began to tremble violently, and the bluestone slabs were flat and shattered violently.

A dead corpse woke up from underground, opened its empty eyes, took fresh soil, broke out of the ground, stretched its limbs, listened to the order of the director, and staggered towards the Bei Hanjing brothers and sisters.

The Holy Son's Mansion was built on the mass grave with the worst feng shui in the north of the city, and Fan Moya suppressed and purified the evil spirit here, and has always been praised by people. However, they did not expect that these evils were now driven by him.

Where has Bei Hanjing seen a dead person come back to life, and her eyes looked at her brother in horror.

Beihan Mo is worthy of being the king of Beihan, he is very courageous, although he was shocked in his heart, but he did not show it on his face at all, looking at more and more dead corpses, he calmly took out the signal flare in his arms and lit it.

The white fireworks scattered in the air, and the Praetorian Guards guarding the door immediately heard the order, and more than a dozen people broke into the door, but when they saw the dead bodies crawling out of the ground, they were immediately stunned.

Bei Hanmo admonished his sister and said: "I'll go and capture Fan Moya, you cover me, you will definitely be caught by these things."

After a while, more than a dozen corpses appeared on the surface, swaying and staggering, like a child who had just learned to walk, with stiff joints and walked towards the Bei Hanjing brothers and sisters, constantly falling down and getting up on the way, staggering towards the Bei Hanjing brothers and sisters.

Bei Hanjing nodded, suppressed the horror in her heart, and the double axes in her hands slammed into these slow-moving dead corpses, one by one, and soon rolled to the ground, but these dead corpses still got up and walked towards them persistently, which was extremely weird.

Bei Hanjing slashed horizontally and vertically, these dead bodies were torn apart, and finally fell to the ground and did not move, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seems that these dead corpses are not very difficult to deal with.

The two brothers and sisters killed more than a dozen slow-moving dead bodies in the blink of an eye, but Fan Moya was not in a hurry, this was just the opening warm-up.

The mass graves have been piling up corpses for many years, not hundreds, but thousands, and these dead bodies are crawling out of the ground in a steady stream, and after the brother and sister have killed more than 100 corpses, they gradually began to get tired of coping.

The Praetorian Guards, who came to support, were not much better, and after a brief period of customer service panic, they began to kill the slow-moving corpses, and gradually began to lose their fear.

But unexpectedly, there were more and more dead bodies, and after they got used to the activities on the ground, their limbs began to become more and more flexible, and they were not afraid of physical attacks, they just wanted to catch them.

The five hundred Praetorian Guards were exhausted, and the large army was trapped in the large square full of corpses, and only more than 100 people broke through the corpse array and broke into the inner bed, coming to support the two brothers and sisters.

Fan Moya saw that the time was almost up, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and the sound of the flute began to become more and more fierce, and the second order dispersed in the sound of the flute, and the dead body got the order - no mercy to kill.

These corpses, which could only grab people, immediately became swift and aggressive, and began to grab the legs and feet of the Praetorian Guards, and began to carry out personal attacks.

The Praetorian Guards did not expect that these clumsy dead corpses would suddenly start attacking people, and they took it lightly for a while, and many of them were caught in the legs and feet, and were tragically killed by the corpses piercing their chests.

The situation on the battlefield immediately became critical, and the forces of the Praetorian Guard began to wear down, and everyone was tired of dealing with these newly upgraded corpses.

Fan Moya played the flute leisurely, and Han Qing stood quietly beside him, coldly watching the Bei Han brothers and sisters struggling in the sea of corpses.

Bei Hanmo drove away the dead corpse, turned his head and looked at his sister, Bei Hanjing immediately understood, opened his horse and walked with both hands, he stepped on his sister's hand and jumped out of the corpse, stepped on the head of the dead corpse, and attacked Fan Moya with his sword.

At this time, Han Qing's eyes moved suddenly, he raised his sword in front of Fan Moya, held a sword flower in his hand, and quickly attacked towards Bei Hanmo.

Bei Hanmo didn't expect Han Qing to help him abuse, and his sword momentum changed, and he turned to deal with Han Qing who came.

Han Qing's sword moves were just like him, weird, fast and unpredictable, and Bei Hanmo was entangled by him and couldn't get close to Fan Moya for a while.

Bei Hanmo didn't dare to hurt Han Qing easily, but Han Qing didn't have any scruples, and he rushed to the key point, never dragging mud and water.

Bei Hanmo gradually lost the wind, gradually retreated, and was busy with the dead bodies around him, and soon lost to Han Qing, with several cuts on his body.

Han Qing's attack became more and more fierce, secretly forcing him towards Fan Moya's side.

Fan Moya's thin lips spread out a sinister smile, Bei Hanjing saw her brother being attacked on her back, and saw Fan Moya raising her sword to sneak attack, and shouted nervously: "Brother, be careful behind your back!"

Bei Hanmo's reaction was finally a little late, narrowly avoiding the vital point, a long sword pierced through his chest from behind, and after Fan Moya succeeded, he pulled out the long sword, and swept back quickly.

Bei Han Mo spurted out a mouthful of blood, swung his sword and slashed the air, and roared: "Sinister villain!"

Fan Moya smiled silently, Han Qing saw that Bei Hanmo was injured, and raised his sword to slash and wanted to take the opportunity to take his life.

Bei Hanjing kicked away a group of dead corpses, stepped on the dead corpses and jumped in front of Han Qing with strength, grabbed his wrist, and said sadly: "Beauty, wake up quickly, don't be used by Fan Moya again."

Han Qing had no old feelings in his heart, and opened his mouth to say, "Look for death!" His wrist shook hard, and he slapped Bei Hanjing's heart with a palm.

Bei Hanjing didn't expect that Han Qing would suddenly attack, her body fell to the ground, and the double axe in her hand fell far away, and the dead body took the opportunity to rush towards her, wanting to take her life.

Bei Hanjing was lying on the ground, and through the feet of the corpses, she saw that her double axe was trampled under their feet, and she wanted to stand up, but found that the corpses sealed the sky above her top.

The pair of withered and shrunken hands, five fingers into a grasp, quickly grabbed her in unison, and at that moment, she seemed to see death coming.

Suddenly, with a crisp sword groan, the corpse stretched out and moved, and its heads rolled to the ground in unison, revealing the sky above.

Bei Hanjing saw the vitality, and took advantage of the situation to stumble over the feet of the dead corpse, which was like a fallen vase, lying on the ground horizontally.

Murong Bai hooked the axe under his feet and sent it, Bei Hanjing caught the flying axe in response, supported the ground with his hand, stood up quickly, and killed the dead corpses who were unwilling to stand up, but the two cooperated tacitly.

"Thanks!" Bei Hanjing hooked the corners of her lips, looked at the helper who appeared halfway, and thanked her.

Murong Bai shook off the minced meat on the love sword Ruhong, hooked his thin lips and said, "After eating white rice in the princess's mansion for so long, it's time to contribute."

Bei Hanjing saw Han Qing not far away, raised her sword and attacked Murong Bai, and just reminded her: "Be careful of Han Qing!"

Murong Bai had already blocked the long sword, opened the sword that Han Qing had chopped, looked at Han Qing, who regarded him as an enemy, and said with a smile: "Hualang, you didn't come to play chess with me tonight, did you want to play with me?"

After Bei Hanjing killed a dead corpse, she admonished with a serious face: "Be careful of Han Qing, he is now controlled by Fan Moya."

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll bring him to his senses." Murong Bai suddenly pulled out the cold chain around his waist and said with a smile.

Murong Bai's hand and foot kung fu, Mu Yun is the most famous person in the platoon, after these days of diligent practice, the kung fu has vaguely surpassed, and Han Qing, who is busy training and has no time to deepen his martial arts.

Sure enough, after Murong Bai and Han Qing exchanged a hundred moves, the two had already distinguished from each other, and the two were inseparable in martial arts before, and between masters, the difference between one move was fatal.

Han Qing was locked by Murong Bai's hands and feet, and it was to no avail that he struggled desperately, and Fan Moya frowned unhappily when he saw it.

"Fan Moya, today I am here to avenge my friend, you obediently suffer death." Murong Bai pushed Han Qing in his hand towards the Bei Hanjing brothers and sisters, stepped on the dead corpse, and flexibly raised his sword to stab at him.

The momentum of this sword was like a rainbow, and Fan Moya had to stop playing, pull out the long sword and white bones on his waist, and deal with it seriously.

Ruhong in Murong Bai's hand, Qin Wen is engraved on the sword body, the sword body is slender and slender, the more you reach the blade, the thinner the sword body.

Ruhong is a sword created by the ancient masters of Muyun, with a sword spirit, only the purest and most upright people can get it to recognize the master, and the wearer does not dare to get close. Ruhong, especially after Li Junye's transformation, has increased its lethality to another level.

The white bone sword in Fan Moya's hand is completely black, and after cutting through a person's wound, it can make people unable to coagulate and die.

The white bone sword is also made by the ancient evil swordsman, cast in the yin day, the yin moon, and the sword is made with millions of people to sacrifice blood to generate the sword soul, which can change the soul of the sword-wielding person, and indulge in bloodthirsty killing, or derange.

At the beginning, the evil sword was born again, countless lives and deaths, and by chance it fell into the hands of Fan Moya, he originally wanted to use the purified evil sword, but the evil sword was too powerful, and slowly made his heart change.

If Han Qing's beauty is the seed of evil thoughts planted silently in Fan Moya's heart, then these fierce and evil things around Fan Moya are the ripening agents that accelerate the flowering and growth of evil thoughts.

The two swords, one good and one evil, seem to be on opposite sides from the time they were forged, and tonight is the time for them to fight again.

The two sword spirits seemed to sense the existence of the other party, and they both screamed and trembled excitedly, hoping to kill the other party under the sword.

Murong Bai had never fought against Fan Moya, and he didn't know what his skills were, but I only heard Han Qing mention that this person's martial arts at a young age were amazing, and his martial arts were deeply hidden, and he once washed Chongshenglou in blood.

I remember that at that time, Murong Bai asked Han Qing if he could defeat Fan Moya, but Han Qing said the word "hanging", so it can be vaguely speculated that this person's martial arts are above Han Qing.

Murong Bai looked at Fan Moya at the end, his palms were slightly sweaty, and he couldn't help but tighten like a rainbow, and the atmosphere at the scene became very tense for a while.

Perhaps, the winner will be separated between one move......