Under the moonlight, the killing continued.

Murong Fu sat on the white horse, and the humble son was illuminated by the cold moonlight as if he had come out of a dream, but unfortunately, for those present, this dream was a nightmare.

This is the killer feature that Murong Fu has prepared for a year.

Hundreds of highly skilled Jianghu people, plus countless carefully selected generals, form this invincible cavalry.

Of course, countless money was spent, the treasury was empty, and the officials were miserable, but the Son of Heaven didn't care anymore, as long as he could get the immortal fate, even if the entire Xinyang was slaughtered, he didn't care.

Murong Fu didn't care even more, he seized the power of the Great Song Dynasty, and in the decaying torso of the Great Song Dynasty, a brand-new Yan Kingdom was re-established.

In the past, I was too naïve, I played on the rivers and lakes, and I resisted the Great Song Dynasty in order to restore the country, and I didn't even want to learn the Great Song Dynasty characters, but now I think about it, it's really ridiculous.

Seeing that these people who had laughed at him and despised him turned into cold corpses one by one, Murong Fu only felt extremely happy in his heart.

Men should be in power! Rolling in the small puddle of rivers and lakes is really ugly.

Murong Fu's complacent ambition didn't last long before it was interrupted.

The people in the rivers and lakes present were scattered, and they were rounded up and killed by the knights, which was a great scene, but there was an old monk by the lake, and his side was full of corpses in armor.

It's an eyesore.

Murong Fu squinted, the other party had never seen Xiang Rong before, and his body was dirty, it seemed that he was not a famous person in the rivers and lakes, probably because of the lonely souls and wild ghosts attracted by the Immortal Hunting Conference.

Several teams saw the situation by the lake and hunted over.

The monk was in a daze, and he didn't know his own situation, but every time a blade attacked, he avoided it, and then waved his hand, and the other party even took the people and horses to divide the corpse, and the death was tragic.

After a few waves of attacks, no one dared to approach again, the monk looked at the surrounding corpses, but as if he had suddenly woken up, he looked around, and his cloudy eyes stared at Murong Fu who was riding a white horse for a long time.

"Murong—"

An incomparably tangled look appeared on his face, and he slapped his bald head fiercely, leaving a bloody palm print.

"I don't remember...... But...... Seems to be important. ”

He seemed to be unable to think of it, so he suddenly went crazy, roared wildly, and rushed straight towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was shocked, he had seen this person's martial arts, where could he be the enemy, and hurriedly echoed the left and right protection.

"Murong ...... Murong! ”

The monk roared, "Who am I! Tell me! Who am I—"

"He's a madman." Murong Fu rode his horse back quickly, seeing that the monk was killing frantically surrounded by knights, and he was about to kill all the guards beside him.

"I can't fight with him, my life is much more expensive than this crazy man."

Murong Fu quickly glanced at the situation on the field, the martial arts masters had broken through and left, and the remaining sparse and ordinary people were almost slaughtered.

"Collect the corpse, retreat!"

He snorted, turned the horse's head and galloped away.

One by one, the rest of the knights carried the corpses of the lake to their horses, and a trumpet sounded, and the sound of ten thousand horses galloping rumbled and shook the water.

The mad monk killed all the knights around him, looked around blankly, and found that the lake was empty.

“......”

He stood there stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed coldly, slowly walked to the lake, and sat cross-legged again.

"Yijin Sutra...... Invincible ......"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey—"

In the west of Xinyang City, in a secluded courtyard.

Wang Yuyan pushed open the door and walked to the courtyard alone.

The moonlight put on a silver robe for her, but her expression was cold, complaining, and she looked at it suddenly, which made people feel that Chang'e was down to earth in the middle of the month.

She sighed slightly, and sat down at the stone table under the tree, her chin supported by a slender green hand.

"Tomorrow, it's the Immortal Hunting Conference."

She muttered to herself: "Wang Yuyan, Wang Yuyan, why are you so useless." ”

She sighed again.

I have a premonition in my heart, maybe after the Immortal Hunting Conference, the days of getting along with Wu Daxia day and night like this will be gone forever.

Although Wu Daxia usually talks about the way of martial arts with himself most of the time, and rarely talks about anything else, after all, he can see it every day, watching him practice internal strength and not find the sense of qi, looking at his clumsiness in learning moves one by one, and seeing his excitement after learning light skills.

It's all trivial, but it's vivid when you think about it.

At this time, little by little, the time of this year filled my mind full, and even the boring memories of the previous sixteen years became blurred.

How great would it be if we could do this for the rest of our lives?

"Can't be too greedy." A voice said to herself in her heart, Wang Yuyandai frowned slightly, straightened her nose, and retorted unconvinced: "I don't want to be famous, I just want to look at him like this, it's enough to look at him, how can I be greedy?" ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I couldn't help but laugh.

How can you argue with yourself?

Maybe it's just the sorrow of his daughter's family, after the immortal search conference, maybe everything won't change.

After all, Wu Daxia was born with divine power, coupled with his diligent practice of martial arts in the past year, he could exert twelve points of strength in every move, Wang Yuyan couldn't think of anyone else who could beat him.

"I don't know what wish Wu Daxia will make with the immortals-"

Wang Yuyan secretly glanced in the direction of the master bedroom, and her cheeks suddenly flushed with a faint flush under the cold moonlight, like a cold plum blossom suddenly bloomed when the cold winter moon was wrapped in silver, which was vividly and amazingly embellished.

She involuntarily stood up, took two steps closer, and then stopped.

"Wu Daxia should be asleep, tomorrow is an important day, you can't disturb him."

Wang Yuyan bit her lip.

"But it shouldn't matter if it's just a sneak peek, right?"

She wandered around the courtyard for a while, watching Yue'er slowly move in the air for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

"It's definitely okay!"

She couldn't help but lighten her steps, and when she stood in front of the wooden door of the master bedroom, she could already hear the sound of gentle breathing coming from inside the room.

She reached for the doorknob, but felt unable to push it open.

"What am I doing?"

"How...... Why are you so shameless! ”

Although she thought so, she still gritted her teeth and pushed a gap in the wooden door with a slight force.