The blood-red red sword is like all the evil qi in the world, the wind and night cold mount is restless with a trace of restless four hooves, the red-robed guards shrink him to protect the middle layer, the red sword attacked, the long sword with a black body collided with it, and it emitted bursting sparks and a piercing sword sound.

When the surrounding assassins stabbed out with Ning Hua's long sword, the sharp killing swords in their hands all swung towards the wind and night chill them.

At this time, the red-clothed guard on the right hand side of the wind and night cold stretched out his hand to the torch, and then threw an object in the air and threw it in the air, and then saw a red imperial orchid blooming in the dark sky, seizing people's hearts. Feng Yehan tightly held the reins of the shadow, his bones were white, he was wearing a black brocade robe, his head was tied with a jade crown, even if he was running around for a day, he was not embarrassed at all, his black eyebrows were in his sideburns, his handsome and unparalleled cold face was full of anger, and his long and straight body stood upright at the moment as if he had hidden infinite power, and the dark phoenix eyes that belonged to the dark night had an unconcealed bloody wind and rain.

The assassins are strong in martial arts, and their moves are vicious but they can't disperse the red-robed formation that protects the wind and night, this is a contest between masters and masters, and the smell of blood is exceptionally strong in the air, and there are assassins who fall and red-robed guards who fall.

There is no wailing of pain, and the slightest carelessness is a fatal move, without a sound.

The wind and night stared coldly at a person who was about to disperse the condensation of the guards around him, and the guards who killed him didn't even blink an eye, as if they were fierce beasts crawling out of hell and killing people.

The turquoise dagger in his sleeve fell into the palm of his hand, he let go of the reins in his hand and stepped on the horse's back, and flew in the direction of Ninghua, he knew that the assassin was too many more than his guards, and his martial arts were not much different, and he would only wait for his death if he looked at it like this.

Ning Hua's long sword stabbed into the abdomen of the red-robed guard, and with a wave of his hand in his indifferent eyes, the guard fell to the ground, and what greeted him in an instant was the attack of the wind and the cold.

The "Qiang" weapons collided together and made a screeching sound, and the internal forces of the two collided together, and the wind howled around them, and their clothes fluttered.

As an assassin, it is his mission to assassinate his target, and once Feng Yehan jumps out of the protection of the guards, he immediately becomes the target of all assassins, and more than a dozen long swords all stab at him at this moment. However, the red-clothed guards also stopped in time, and protecting the master was their main task.

The bandages on his arms were torn because of the riot of internal forces, and the ink hair was flying in the internal wind, and Feng Yehan saw that the cold phoenix eyes in front of him were getting deeper and deeper, and his heart tightened, and he used all his strength. The duel between the master and the master, either die, or try his internal strength until he goes mad and loses both, or he dies at the same time, gradually, his eyes are gloomy, and the two of them are comparable in terms of internal strength, fortunately, Bai Yuzhu only injured him, if he had internal injuries, then he would have lost to Ning Hua a long time ago.

The surrounding assassins were bent on killing Feng Yehan, and the red-clothed guards put up a sword formation to protect him from the slightest injury, and there were corpses everywhere, except for the collision of weapons all around, even the night insects were frightened by this scene and did not dare to scream.

The internal force is slowly exhausted, Feng Yehan knows that once his internal strength is going to be exhausted, then Ning Hua is almost the same, but he is different from Ning Hua, Ning Hua is a killer who does not want to die, he is the prince of a country, if he loses his life here, it will be too unworthy.

Mo Xuan, ruthless enough, as soon as he left the capital, this man learned of his movements, so he sent the most powerful killer of Wuxinmen to kill him.

Blood gushed up in his throat, and he tried hard to swallow it, but he couldn't hold it down, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth with a "poof" sound.

At the same time, Ning Hua's eyes crossed a line of forbearance, just because there was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth under the veil.

This is to fight all the internal strength with the heart of death, and neither of them has given in the slightest. Feng Yehan is very clear, the meridians are rebellious, if it continues like this, their eight meridians will all be broken, and the taste of going mad is the most taboo for people who practice martial arts, Ning Hua doesn't care, but he cares.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the wrist that had been discounted by the white jade bead rotated, and the short green dagger stabbed in the direction of Ning Hua's heart, and there had to be a break between them.

There was no trace of emotion in Ning Hua's eyes, the short dagger came too fast, and the long sword was blocked in time, the two swords collided, and then the two of them were all knocked out by each other's internal force.

Feng Yehan's body couldn't stop flying backwards, and all the assassins and guards who passed by were pushed away by the powerful internal force around him, and he held the short dagger in his hand fiercely, and used all the strength under his feet to barely stand without falling to the ground.

Ning Hua's long sword plunged into the ground, a long hole was cut on the ground, and the ground under his feet was deeply recessed, and he never allowed himself to fall, standing upright, but the torture of the clouds and rain in his chest.

The master gave an order, Feng Yehan must die, then he must kill this man! Without even a chance to breathe, he endured the pain of going mad, waved his long sword, and jumped into the wind and night cold.

A shock crossed his eyes in the cold wind, because he could only barely maintain his pride and stand up, but he couldn't attack again like Ning Hua, this killer man was too terrifying, and he could still move to kill him under such a life-and-death situation, he felt the terrifying feeling of attack emanating from Ning Hua's body, he couldn't fight back if he wanted to, he could only watch the dazzling red sword stabbed into his chest......

On the night road to the besieged state.

Bai Yuzhu was lying in Mo Xuan's arms and closed her eyes to recuperate, and the steady breath of the people around her made her secretly open her eyes, and when she saw her senior brother closing her eyes as if she was asleep, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and gently planned to get up. Unfortunately, she had just stopped moving, and a voice came from her ears.

"Do you need senior brother to talk to you?" Mo Xuan opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear, as if he hadn't fallen asleep just now.

"Uh......" Bai Yuzhu saw her senior brother like this, she was very helpless, took down the piano hanging next to her and handed it to him, "You can play the piano for me." ”

, she really didn't have anything on her, she didn't bring any hidden weapons, she didn't bring any medicine, how could she leave her senior brother's side, he looked at himself so tightly.

Mo Xuan took the piano and said gently, "Okay." The slender hand touched the piano, and in the night, a low and restrained piano sounded as if it were his own character.

It was another night to rush to Weizhou, this is an ancient city, the founding emperor of the Da Yunfeng family was from Weizhou to attack a country, so, here is the literati and ink writers, the place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, on the prosperity of the capital.

Bai Yuzhu knew her senior brother's thoughts, so when she arrived in Weizhou, she was dead and embarrassed, and there were a lot of reasons why she had to stay here to play, and Mo Xuan had no choice but to agree.

For two days, in two days, she tried all kinds of ways to escape or find herbs to untie the kudzu vine grass in her body, but the senior brother broke it one by one as if he had seen through all her tricks, so that she had no way to leave, decadent and powerless.

Dressed in a dark purple robe, with a green jade crown on his head, delicate facial features and extraordinary handsomeness, a slender figure, and a literati ink fan in his hand, a handsome man followed by an elegant gentleman in a moon-white robe appeared in the largest green building in Weizhou-Xiaoyao Pavilion.

The paper fan in her hand opened, and Bai Yuzhu, who was dressed as a man, shook the ink fan lightly and indifferently glanced around at the people who were looking at her and her senior brother.

The two of them had just walked through the door of the Pavilion, attracting everyone's attention because of their handsome appearance. The old bustard of Xiaoyao Pavilion saw that the two sons exuded nobility all over their bodies, and knew at a glance that these two were not ordinary people, so they smiled and said: "Ouch, the two sons are really handsome, come, please sit here." ”

Bai Yuzhu didn't follow the old bustard, she smiled at the old bustard, which made the old bustard's eyes slightly stunned, she shook the ink fan and said in a low and slightly rough voice: "I heard that there is an Oiran competition tonight, so I came to take a look." As she spoke, she took out a golden ingot of gold in her hand and threw it away.

The old bustard's eyes lit up when he saw that it was gold, and he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, tonight's Oiran finals, and after the Oiran is selected later, there will be a loss of hydrangea, if the two sons catch the hydrangea, then our Oiran of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is the one tonight." Come, the two sons please go up to the second floor, the second floor is clean. ”

Bai Yuzhu turned her head and smiled slyly at Mo Xuan beside her, and then she said softly, "You have a good eye tonight." ”

Mo Xuan smiled softly at her and said, "I'm not interested in them, I'm just here to accompany you." ”

"Tsk, men who don't like to look at beauties, I think you just want to see it and I'm in the way, I'm sorry." Bai Yuzhu looked at him angrily, and then followed the old bustard up to the second floor.

Mo Xuan, who was following her, shook his head helplessly......

There are a total of three floors in the Xiaoyao Pavilion, and the second floor is basically a place where dignitaries can afford to pay for the money to sit, and the gold ingot of the white jade bead is much more valuable than any silver, and if you invite a few women to accompany you, you can recruit at least half of the people in the Xiaoyao Pavilion, so the old bustard is stammering with dogs' legs, and it is a good tea, and it is a woman in the promotion pavilion.

"Those two sons are really handsome, and they are so generous, Mom, this is a rare guest." A woman looked at the two sons sitting in the VIP seat from a distance and whispered.

The old bustard pursed her lips and smiled, she looked in the direction of Bai Yuzhu and said softly: "It is indeed a rare guest, the one in purple is a woman, and the one in moon white is really a noble son." ”

The woman looked at Bai Yuzhu with astonishment......

In an instant, Bai Yuzhu pointed to the eight women in the pavilion who stepped forward to serve, she sat indifferently between the two women, hugged her left and right, and said with a smile: "Serve your son well, serve well, my son will be rewarded!" ”

"Yes." The women dressed in fancy clothes smiled and could make any man's bones crisp off, and a charming woman in pink clothes just wanted to approach Mo Xuan with a glass of wine, when she heard her fall to the ground with an exclamation.

"I don't need you to serve, you just stand aside." Mo Xuan's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold and authentic.