In this mood, the sun finally set from the top of the dragon's mountain. In the evening, the north wind blew strongly, and the lead clouds rolled and moved southward, revealing a clear and bright sky.

Murong Mingyue had dinner at the big tent of the Chinese army, and then returned to his camp alone. The night gradually darkened, a bright moon hung in the sky, and Murong Mingyue was in the camp guarded by tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and her heart was very entangled.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Mingyue seemed to have made up her mind, walked out of the camp tent and turned into a phantom shadow that appeared from time to time, and went straight to the direction of the Giant Spirit Pass.

Mo Cong went back to the small black room to practice and heal his wounds after dinner, and in the darkness, he suddenly heard two clapping sounds. The sound seemed to be far away, so light that it was inaudible, but Mo Cong could still hear it clearly.

His heart moved, he picked up the Mawang knife and walked out of the small black house, turned into a black afterimage and turned out of the city wall of the Giant Spirit Pass, and shot away in the direction of the sound.

"You're here!"

On the vast battlefield, Murong Mingyue stood alone in the dissolving moonlight, her voice a little happy and a little anxious.

"It's coming. Mo Cong was concise and to the point.

"Is this place safe? I mean... The two of us are fighting here, will we be discovered?" asked Murong Mingyue.

"The moonlight is so good today, it's better to change places. Mo Cong said.

The two of them walked side by side to the Xianbei camp as they spoke. Their expressions were not like two enemies about to duel, but like a couple who came out for a tryst.

"In a few days, our Demon Sect may send someone to kill you. Murong Mingyue said as she walked.

"Oh, I'm used to it. Mo Cong said.

"This time the person who came was different, he was very good. Mo Rong Mingyue said.

"How powerful?" asked Mo Cong.

"Much better than me, better than you... I do not know. Murong Mingyue glanced at Mo Cong and said.

"Oh, then Bibi will know when he comes. Mo Cong said.

"Aren't you scared at all?" Murong Mingyue frowned.

"What's the use of being afraid, isn't it coming when you're supposed to come?" Mo Cong said.

"You're not afraid, but... I didn't want him to come, and I was even a little afraid of him. Murong Mingyue said.

"He's here to help you, I'm not afraid of you, what's there to be afraid of?" Mo Cong wondered.

"I just don't want him to help me. Murong Mingyue frowned.

"You've only said a few words, and you've already frowned twice. But the way you frown is pretty good. Mo Cong said.

"Is it good-looking?" asked Murong Mingyue.

"Good looking. Mo Cong said. "But you don't have to worry, you don't want him to come over to help you, just tell him plainly, what's so worrying?"

"The problem is that what I said didn't work, he just wanted to come over. Murong Mingyue said helplessly.

"Why?" asked Mo Cong.

"Because... He... I've been chasing me, and now I'm experiencing something like this, well... You know. Murong Mingyue didn't know what to say.

"Oh, I see. Mo Cong nodded.

The two of them suddenly fell into an awkward silence, as if the topic had been cut off at once, and then they couldn't pick it up.

In this way, they walked silently for a while, approaching the Xianbei camp, and the two of them invariably quickened their figures, swept past the right side of the giant eagle-like Xianbei camp, and came to the wilderness behind the Xianbei camp in an instant.

"Go a little further and don't be discovered by those Venerables. Murong Mingyue said.

"Good. Mo Cong nodded.

The two swept side by side in the wilderness, and the night breeze blew Murong Mingyue's long hair, fluttering like a fairy.

After rushing forward for fifty or sixty miles, Murong Mingyue slowly stopped and said, "It's right here!"

"Okay!" Mo Cong turned his head to see, there was an endless grassland in front of him and behind him, and there were a few big rocks scattered nearby.

"Let's talk about it, you are not allowed to tear my clothes, and you are not allowed to take any opportunity to touch me. Murong Mingyue seemed to be suddenly interested, and said with a smile.

"Oh, you're so fair, I'm good at close combat, so you can bring me into the wilderness, and then you won't allow me to get up close. Mo Cong also smiled. "In addition to these two, are there any?"

"What's more, the Mawang Sword is something from our Demon Sect, I can use it, but you can't use it. Murong Mingyue added.

"Okay, the knife will be given to you too!" Mo Cong casually handed the Mawang knife to Murong Mingyue.

"It's about to start, if you have anything you want to say to me, if so, say it now, lest the sword be blinded for a while, and you won't have a chance to say it again. Murong Mingyue held the long knife in his hand and looked at Mo Cong.

"What do you want to say?" Mo Cong was confused.

"Well, as long as it's what you have in mind, you can do anything. Murong Mingyue said.

"Well, when you go back, tell your father about the idea of asking him not to come to the Djinn Pass again in the future. Because of his selfish desires, the wars between the Long Kingdom and the Rui Kingdom were protracted for many years, and many people died every year. Just like this time, nearly 100,000 people have died on your side, and you have taken your brother's life, why bother?"

Mo Cong paused, and then said: "And you have to tell your master when you go back, your Demon Sect, as the cultivation sect of the Long Kingdom, just take care of your own domestic affairs, don't always help the Long Kingdom army to bully people everywhere." The Immortals left you in the human world so that you could maintain stability, not create instability everywhere like now. ”

"If you can get away with these words, go and tell my father and my master yourself. What I'm asking now is, do you have anything to tell me. Murong Mingyue deliberately emphasized the word "I".

"What did I tell you?" Mo Cong thought for a moment, "No!"

"Okay, then you will die!" Murong Mingyue's eyes suddenly turned cold.

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The Ma Wang knife came out of its sheath, and slashed directly at Mo Cong with a three-foot sword.

Mo Cong didn't expect her to turn her face when she said it, and quickly leaned over to dodge.

Murong Mingyue took the lead and did not give way, and the snowy sword light turned in mid-air, chasing Mo Cong's afterimage.

"You ...... Do you really want to slash me to death?" Mo Cong quickly avoided the sharp sword light and asked casually.

"Yes! I've been thinking about you all day today, and I've been thinking about how to kill you all day!" Murong Mingyue snorted, the sword was full of light, and the cold blade slashed towards Mo Cong's vital parts every time.

The two rolled and dismantled more than a dozen moves, Mo Cong was afraid of the sharp edge of the horse king's knife, and he didn't want to hurt Murong Mingyue, so he was a little constrained for a while. Murong Mingyue was fighting harder and harder, almost splitting Mo Cong in half several times, it seemed that he really had the heart to kill Mo Cong.

After more than a dozen moves, Mo Cong's left hand suddenly snatched into the sword light, knocked the sharp Mawang knife to the side, and slapped Murong Mingyue with his right palm. Murong Mingyue pulled back and took out a Heavenly Demon Seal, and the big handprint, which was extremely pale in color, was there, and he slapped Mo Cong's outstretched right hand. Mo Cong staggered back, and the slender Mawang knife followed.

Mo Cong stretched out his fingers and flicked Murong Mingyue's wrist, and the Ma Wang Dao turned into a white light and flew out diagonally, rubbing it on Mo Cong's neck and then sticking it diagonally on the ground.

Murong Mingyue was about to fight, and suddenly saw a red line appear on Mo Cong's neck, and a large amount of blood rushed out.

"You... You ......"

She saw that Mo Cong was really killed by herself, and stammered on the spot.