"Because you're not supposed to be there, you're not supposed to be in everyone's sight. For the sake of Uncle Huang, I must kill you. You have begun to influence Uncle Huang's judgment, and I must not let you ruin him. "Admittedly, he likes her, faintly. But for the sake of the imperial power and the great throne, they have been planning for too many years, and they can't fall short. Otherwise, in the end, they will only die even worse. She was an accident, but it was also this accident that made everything mess up. Chu Liu was able to find out the existence of the first floor in the world, and the real struggle began.

Maybe it's not an open fight, but a secret fight is more frightening.

Today, he dared to surround the Rui Wang's Mansion with hundreds of brocade guards, which was an obvious provocation. He's already starting to get his hands dirty, how can they still be indifferent?

"So you're going to kill me?" laughed, laughing wildly. She clenched her fists tightly and stared at Chu Li.

"Yes. The sword continued to rise, and a light shone through the cool moonlight that shone on her eyes.

"Well, for my life, come on. With the flute at her waist, she took a taekwondo pose. In modern times, how can you have some skills? Let her try modern kung fu today, it is really a great duel between ancient and modern.

Chu Li frowned, he had never seen this kind of move, it was very weird, but it seemed to be very powerful. He had heard Uncle Huang say that this woman was ruthless enough, but she didn't have the slightest internal strength. This is strange, if he didn't know that she was Lian Qing, he would definitely think she was a barbarian woman.

"I'm not going to show mercy. I don't know whether to tell it to myself or to her, the sword in his hand instantly pulled a flower, the sword fell, and the flower branch suddenly fell to the ground.

At this time, Lian Qing stepped forward and pulled his arm to hand the arrow, and threw Chu Li two meters away from his shoulder.

Chu Li was caught off guard, the sword fell to the ground, what a strange way of playing, without any weapons, he could make him fall to the ground with just his hands. With a look of contempt, he began to look serious. Watching her keep throbbing, it seemed to be a habit, and it seemed that she was about to make another move, and he had no idea what she was going to do.

He had no way out but to step forward. Killing her seemed inevitable.

The sword was ruthless, and her hands were invincible to the blade, and finally after fighting for a long time, the sword cut her arm. The robe was cut open, and blood stained the dark red robe, mottled and rendered, bewitching like a flower.

She covered her wounds, gritted her teeth, jumped into the room, and ran away quickly.

He froze where he was, not chasing. The pain in his eyes betrayed him, he still liked her, and he was still reluctant. Otherwise, the sword just cut the throat instead of the arm.

He deceived himself that he could, but when he saw her resentful eyes, he regretted it a little.