Mo Yumei doesn't like the handsome appearance of men who are too oily, manly is manly, it should be a heroic image, even if it was Horsim back then, even though the handsome eyes are like the rising sun on the grassland, but the heroic spirit between the eyebrows and eyes still does not lose the masculine beauty, from the analogy, her acceptance of Gan Fei is also very fast, bearded and heroic, and always a strong man, so when she saw a handsome young man with a face like a crown of jade slowly pressing the bridle, it was a sense of disgust that welled up from the bottom of her heart, especially the lazy smile of this handsome young man with an indescribable strange meaning。

The obstruction of dozens of Xianbei sergeants could not cause much hindrance to the top swordsmen of the Great Sima Mansion, and Mo Yumei didn't even have to care about the small involvement of these Hu people, so she was full of revenge and launched an attack on Murong Li again. A master like a ghost owl to deal with it, in fact, this didn't have any effect, when Mo Yumei looked at Murong Xuan with a cold eye and smiled at him, Han Li and the others also easily stabbed down those Xianbei soldiers who came to stop them, and now they all looked at the Xianbei brigade that was pressed forward by the black pressure.

It's not that Han Li doesn't want to fight quickly, but he has already discovered that the young man with a forked blade who suddenly came, even if he didn't see his skills, the cold aura emanating from him could already clearly understand what the comer could do. Very uncomfortable feeling, like ...... It was like a Yin Spirit watching around him, and it was almost obvious to Han Li, who already possessed considerable Xuan Spirit power. Therefore, he only grasped the swarthy and seemingly dull long sword, and swept his gaze like a falcon at the comer.

Murong Xuan still smiled faintly, his eyes only flashed on Mo Yumei's face, and after receiving no response to his question, he also made a self-deprecating expression: "This beautiful female swordsman, don't you want to speak?"

Han Ni, the Soul Snatcher Pheasant, and Zhuo Qiuyi, one on the left and one on the right, inadvertently stood beside Mo Yumei, the cold and pretty figures of the three women were simply a beautiful scene, like weeping willows by the still water of the Ming Pond, and even if they met their hostile gaze, the man's heart would also be unstoppable.

After blocking Mo Yumei's move, the young man in black clothes and brown armor quickly retreated in front of Murong Xuan's white horse, put away his blade, and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness." And Murong Li calmed his mind a little, repeated his fierce and fierce expression, the crystal scimitar in his hand was horizontal, snorted fiercely, and said angrily: "Wang nephew, hand them over to me!"

Mo Yumei still didn't answer, she stared at Murong Li stubbornly, not letting go of any of his movements, she was looking for a gap to take advantage of, so as to hit with one blow, this was no longer the original ambush assassination attack, but a real battle of revenge, for her first man and first lover.

So, Murong Xuan smiled like a gentle and elegant son, and fortunately owed Mo Yumei on the white horse, even Mo Yumei, who was disgusted, had to admit that after seeing this action, it was strange to blame, but this man was really handsome and abnormal, and he was afraid that he would not reverse the wisps of affection of many young girls.

"Ah Da, being remembered by such a beautiful woman, but isn't it also a different kind of happiness?" Murong Xuan's words were simply teasing.

Murong Li didn't have such a good mood of pity for Xiang Xiang and Jade, and said angrily: "Happy birds! Use their heads to make decorations in my palace, just like Zhao Shi Jilong did, this may be the happiness of this king!"

This is a conversation in Xianbei language, others can't understand it, but Mo Yumei listened to it word for word, waved the tip of her sword, and sneered in Xianbei language: "Who wants whose head, it's not necessarily." I can assure you that I don't want the decoration of your head, it will only make me want to throw up, I just want to chop your head into pieces and feed it to my dog. When she said this, somehow, Mo Yumei remembered the yellow dog in Qian's house, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful...... What is the skin......

At the moment of this conversation, a large number of Xianbei sergeants seemed to have been instructed, and silently opened the formation, and the sound of hooves was obtained, and an encirclement was gradually formed. Correspondingly, it was the current confrontation between Murong Xuan and Chengzhu, the young man in black and the bald head of the Yin Eagle man was beside him, but Murong Li was like an angry lion trapped in a cage, especially after hearing Mo Yumei's words, a low roar came out from the bottom of his throat, pacing back and forth, with the amplitude of his body, the scimitar in his hand became brighter and brighter.

The surprise attack strategy was no longer feasible, Han Li knew this very well, Murong Li's sword skills and martial arts were unexpectedly strong, and the hundreds of guards around him reacted quickly, not to mention the unfavorable situation when Murong Xuan, the king of voodoo, arrived with a large group of men. It should be time to order a retreat, a blow fails, and he retreats abruptly, always being a swordsman who kills one person in ten steps and does not stay for a thousand miles. However, Mei Yu Lonely Goose Mo Yu Mei's sudden hatred surprised Han Li very much, and it seemed that there was some unrelenting posture. And what made Han Li even more hesitant was the strange arrogance of Murong Xuan, the king of Fudu of Yan Kingdom, and the guards around him.

"Retreat!" Before the encirclement of Sergeant Xianbei was formed, Han Li ordered in a deep voice, the other party was quietly covered in the net of heaven and earth between talking and laughing, and he would not be idle, before the encirclement was closed, he was confident that he could make all the swordsmen who assassinated him retreat, of course, he himself had to stay for a while, he wanted to see what kind of path Murong Xuan, the king of Voldo, was, and the original goal of this trip, to assassinate Murong Li, the king of Xiapi, has become a dispensable embellishmentHowever, this Murong Xuan contained incomparably strange things, Han Li keenly sensed this through his Xuan Ling Qi, he wanted to take a closer look and make sure that this strange arrogance did not seem to belong to this world.

With the order of the Thunder Shock Falcon, several major swordsmen immediately swept out of the battle group like paper kites, which was really uniform, in addition to their clever swordsmanship, the order and prohibition of the military array was also the reason why they were better than the guests of the rivers and lakes.

In an instant, most of the nine great swordsmen left, although the assassination was unsuccessful, but in this short period of confrontation, more than 100 guards around Murong Li were all killed, which is undoubtedly a proof of the strong combat power of the swordsmen of the Great Sima Mansion.

Murong Li saw that the assassin was leaving, and he was about to angrily order to stop him, but Murong Xuan smiled and waved his hand, this delay allowed the assassin swordsman to leave calmly, Murong Li was surprised, but he soon found that the assassins in the battle circle were not finished, and there were three people left, and looking at the situation, they were all the leaders of the assassins, so he suppressed his anger and nodded with satisfaction, at least, the beautiful brown-haired female assassin did not leave, and he still had the opportunity to let her taste the first sword technique of the Xianbei clan.

It seemed to be a clearance on the stage, leaving only the main characters to continue their roles, Murong Xuan also made a gesture of congratulations, and looked at Mo Yumei with interest in his smile: "You didn't leave? I have already said my name, what about you? Beautiful swordsman?"

"Why don't you follow the order and retreat?" Han Li was also asking, although he had a very personal relationship with Mo Yumei, but this was an official act, and Mo Yumei's stay was tantamount to violating the order, which was not like the behavior of the swordsman of the public mansion, besides, there was another person who also violated the order.

Han Li didn't wait for Mo Yumei to respond, and turned to the other side, the remnant-eyed ghost owl Yi Raccoon had just put away the sword in his hand, and stared at Murong Xuan casually with his hands, Han Li naturally couldn't help but say, "Why don't you follow the order and retreat?"

"Because you're here too, it's easier for two people to advance and retreat together than to be alone, so I'll stay and see how I can help. The voice that came from under the bronze mask of Yi Raccoon obviously carried a kind of relaxation, in his opinion, it was not difficult to get out of the thousands of troops, he looked at Mo Yumei who was in the lead, "Now there are three people, isn't that easier than two people?"

"I like your momentum, you don't take us seriously at all. Murong Xuan blurted out praise, with obvious admiration in his eyes, and did not shy away from his interest in Mo Yumei, his eyes fell directly on Mo Yumei's towering breasts.

Mo Yumei clenched the long sword, stupid man, seeing that this image was a few years younger than herself, but she also looked like this, but it didn't matter, it should be regarded as an addition to revenge, while killing Murong Li, I don't mind killing another Xianbei royal family, maybe what I should pay attention to is the young man next to him, Mo Yumei just fought with him with a move, and Zhilu said This is also a hard hand, but with her invincible swordsmanship all year round, she will not really put that young man in her eyes.

Han Li didn't bother to ask Yi Yan and Mo Yumei about the specific reason, he just wanted to confirm it again, he looked directly at Murong Xuan: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you say it just now? King of Fudu of the Great Yan Kingdom, Murong Xuan. Murong Xuan pointed at himself and winked at Mo Yumei again.

"I mean...... What the hell are you ......" Han Li asked halfway through, and quickly reflected on the nonsense of his question, "It's really a mistake, I should know that asking you won't lead to results." Let me confirm it......"

As soon as Han Li's words fell, his burning eyes were fixed on Murong Xuan's face, and at the same time, he whispered an order: "Ghost owl, lonely goose! Retreat quickly! This is a military order!"

As soon as he said this, Yi Raccoon knew that Han Li was serious, don't look at Han Li's usual graceful and generous smile, but when he got serious, he couldn't say anything about it, if it was at this time, it was best not to do it with him, Yi Raccoon made a gesture of obedience, and saw that Mo Yumei was still frozen in place, so he pulled Mo Yumei: "Don't you go quickly?"

Mo Yumei was shocked, and seemed to have just turned back from her thoughts, and then looked at Han Li's serious expression, such a look was rarely seen on Han Li's face, it was time to be ordered to retreat, Mo Yumei thought for a while, and decided to temporarily dispel the original thoughts.

"Your head ......" Mo Yumei's sword pointed at Murong Li, "...... Sooner or later it's mine. ”

"Ha Luha, why don't you come and get it now?" Murong Li couldn't hold back for a long time, and when he saw Mo Yumei's pick, he suddenly jumped up, raised his scimitar, rolled up a strong wind, and pounced on it.

However, Mo Yumei and Yi Raccoon had already retreated backwards, retreating into the layers of rocks in the mountain pass, Murong Li's sword momentum was taken by a swarthy long sword, when the swords intersected, Murong Li felt a strong force backing up, and his heart sank, and he immediately retreated to dissipate his strength, and kicked back a few steps.

Han Li Zhuo stood in place, the long sword was horizontally covered in front of him, and the momentum emanating from his body made Murong Xuan's expression solemn.

The eyes of the young man in black armor lit up at this time. "Your Highness, your subordinates will meet this person if you ask for an order. ”

"He's not that simple, it's not to be taken lightly. Alemin, you and the army of the god of war are together!" Murong Xuan briefly explained, and suddenly raised his voice again: "All the troops plundered the formation, and only the king's own soldiers were killed!" This is the meaning of letting most of the Xianbei soldiers not have to make a move, just look at his personal team to kill the enemy, Murong Li on the side suddenly understood, this is to ask those warriors gifted by the god of war to make a move, seeing that the other party's swordsman is really extraordinary, but he doesn't know if he can be an invulnerable immortal.

The young man in black armor seemed to be unwilling, but he still received Murong Xuan's order very respectfully, the jagged blade flashed, shouted, rubbed his body and flew up, and with him, there were dozens of soldiers wearing ordinary Xianbei sergeant uniforms, they all dismounted, and their walking posture was very strange, as if their hands and feet were not good for falling, but the speed was abnormally fast, and this strange action posture also surprised Murong Li, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The black qi, accompanied by the figure of those soldiers rushing in, Han Li had already used the power of the Xuan Spirit, and immediately saw the black qi, what Gan Fei of the Qianjia said, the black qi of demons and monsters. That eerie arrogance was confirmed.

After Han Li confirmed this, he did not hesitate any longer, and later, thousands of people and horses poured up, whether they were human or demon, they would not be able to get out, so they tried their best to avoid it.

Han Li didn't hesitate, the power of thunder and lightning on his body gushed out in the blink of an eye, he couldn't do it freely, this shot was unreserved, the sky and the earth seemed to be darkened in an instant, the haze shrouded the sky, and then the power of thunder and lightning was dazzling.

The young man in black, who was called Alemin, was not afraid of this change, and hurriedly returned the knife, stopping the momentum of the flutter, but the power of thunder and lightning still shook back, shaking him back more than ten steps, and finally stabilized his body, as for the other strange soldiers who were moving forward with a roar like a beast's wail, protecting their heads and faces, and retreating in a panic.

After the lightning flashed, Han Li was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a group of Xianbei soldiers in the audience stunned, and Murong Li was even more shocked and stunned.

"There are such characters here?" Murong Xuan was moved, and his original indifferent and lazy smile disappeared.

"The strength of the ancient divine beast is ......" Murong Xuan's Ma behind him was the first to regain his composure, drove the horse to approach Murong Xuan, and reminded in a low voice, "The ancient divine beast that can restrain the spirit of the god of war actually appeared here......" After a pause, Qima continued: "When the power of thunder and lightning was activated just now, I also felt the response of another ancient divine beast. In other words, on this battlefield, there are two ancient divine beasts. The expression on her face was extremely solemn as she spoke.