As soon as the words fell, I saw Begonia suddenly lean forward, his neck deeply touched the blade, and his body slid violently from left to right, and the blood gushing out with the rupture of the carotid artery was scattered all over the ground.

She fell to the ground, still looking at Lin Shicheng stupidly, her eyes full of reluctance and attachment. The sound in her ears faded, her vision blurred, and finally she closed her eyes and lost her breath.

"Begonia!"

Lin Shicheng almost tore his vocal cords through the blood-colored battlefield, and he knelt on his knees, looking at the begonia that had fallen to the ground, crying out in mourning.

"Don't, don't!"

Ye Ningxiang and Mo Xiaoqin just climbed the city tower and saw such a scene, seeing with their own eyes the blood gushing out of Begonia's neck in a perfect arc in the air, and finally merged with the cold land.

They were so grief-stricken that they desperately beat the strong city wall, eager to jump off the city wall, and immediately rushed to the front of the begonia.

However, what they didn't expect, and what everyone didn't expect, was that Mu Xize, who was also held by a long knife around his neck, was showing an inhuman appearance at this moment.

Originally, his body was trembling slightly because of fright, and he kept calling Ye Ningxiang in his mouth, so timid and cowardly that he was like a child.

When Begonia killed herself in front of the two armies without warning, the blood gushing out of her neck spurted into Mu Xize's eyes, which had been wide open for fear because of some very coincidental reasons.

Blood entered his eyes, Mu Xize seemed to have suddenly changed into a person, his eyes were cold and sharp, and a hurricane suddenly blew around him, and the flying sand and dust made people unable to open their eyes.

When the hurricane gradually dissipated, the soldiers around him slowly opened their eyes, only to see that the previous timid and weak prince was now shining with red light, and his body seemed to be emitting a red halo.

The soldiers who surrounded him with knives were so frightened that they removed their long knives, some sat down directly on the ground, some fled backwards desperately, and some were already weeping from fright.

"Demon ...... Youkai!

With this scream, Mu Xize slowly straightened up, and the corners of his mouth hooked upwards to reveal a wild smile. Then there was another gust of wind, and snow fell from the sky like goose feathers. Along with the heavy snow, Mu Xize's six long white tails that had been hidden and the ten-inch-long beast nails on his white fingers appeared.

"Three...... Third brother. ”

Mu Jinghong was frightened by this sudden scene, his voice also changed tone, he sat on the ground with a plop, and desperately crawled in the direction away from Mu Xize.

"Yuzawa!"

In the face of such an inhuman outlier as him, the war between Mu Jinghong and Lin Shicheng is no longer to seize Shuozhou City, but how to take the life of Mu Xize, a monster.

Ye Ningxiang cried worriedly while running down the city wall like crazy, looking forward to taking her husband away from this bloody battlefield as soon as possible.

The wind mixed with goose feathers and heavy snow made Ye Ningxiang unable to open her eyes, she stumbled out of the city gate and walked in the direction of Mu Xize, only to see that Mu Xize, who was blocked by the snow and mist, was strangling a person's neck at the moment, lifting that person high. The man's feet were shaking and struggling, but she couldn't see the poor man's face.

"Three...... Third brother, let it go...... Leave me alone. ”

Mu Jinghong held Mu Xize's hand tightly with both hands, and his feet were suspended in the air, begging Mu Xize with difficulty. His face was already red and purple, his movements were slowing, and his breathing was faint.

"I'm you...... Dear brother!"

After trying his best to say the last sentence, Mu Jinghong closed his eyes, lost consciousness, and even stopped breathing.

Mu Xize did not feel the slightest guilt for killing his eldest brother, but smiled, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths, Mu Jinghong seemed to have a very wonderful halo transferred to Mu Xize's body.

Then, Mu Jinghong's corpse suddenly became shriveled and unrecognizable, like a dried corpse without flesh and blood, only dry skin and bones.

This time, not only Duanwang's rebels were terrified, but even the army led by Lin Shicheng was terrified by Mu Xize's cruel and strange killing methods, and the long knife in his hand was held tighter, and the target was not the rebels, but Mu Xize.

Lin Shicheng no longer knew the changes in this battle, so he hurried to the corpse of Begonia, and tightly embraced the corpse that was blowing cold by the wind and snow, and kept kissing Begonia's forehead, cheeks, and even lips.

Mu Xize seemed to have completely lost his mind, a pair of hands with long nails scratched the air indiscriminately, and the soldiers who were unfortunately touched by his nails splashed blood and fell to the ground full of nostalgia.

Some soldiers who desperately resisted with long knives tried their best to cut Mu Xize at the cost of being unable to escape the pain of being cut out by Mu Xize Shengsheng.

In an instant, countless vivid and even beating hearts were slammed to the ground, compatible with the yellow sand and snow, forming a red, white and yellow peerless painting.

"Yuzawa, Yuzawa, stop killing people!"

Ye Ningxiang stumbled into this Shura hell, which was a hundred times more cruel than the ordinary battlefield, her face was covered with tears, and her body was stained with the blood gushing out from the soldiers who had just died.

"Ning Xiang, you can't step forward anymore, His Royal Highness King Ning has lost his mind and fallen into madness, and he will kill you mercilessly!"

Wei Xun stubbornly grabbed Ye Ningxiang, who was desperately rushing forward, and was not only surprised by Mu Xize's sudden change, but also worried because of Ye Ningxiang's grief that almost lost her mind.

Mu Xize seemed to be immersed in the joy of killing and couldn't extricate himself, he didn't hear Ye Ningxiang's grief-stricken cries at all, and he still kept cutting the soldier's artery and pulling out the soldier's heart.

In just a quarter of an hour, the corpses outside Shuozhou City had piled up into a mountain, and blood was flowing like a river.

The soldiers who originally wanted to work together to capture Mu Xize and then kill them all retreated in panic, the defenders of Shuozhou desperately fled to the city of Shuozhou, and Mu Jinghong's rebels desperately fled to their camp.

However, the speed at which they fled was far less than the speed at which Mu Xize killed, and in the blink of an eye, there were corpses all over the field.

Looking at the lifeless situation in front of them, the soldiers were desperate, helpless, and even unable to cry with confidence.

Occasionally, some unforeseen turn will be found in this certain death, and the occurrence of one bizarre event will give birth to another, even more bizarre event. And this turning point that could save their lives is another even more bizarre thing.

Mu Xize suddenly had a strong wind in front of him, not a strong wind caused by heavy snow, but a partial, as if some force was deliberately doing it. The wind swept through the snow and ice, which was as hard as stones, and gathered them into a whirlpool, which grew larger and larger, and then slowly emerged from the center of the whirlpool.

The man was dressed in black, and his half-bundled black hair was scattered and drooping, like fine brocade and a beautiful waterfall. That young face that was detached from the world seemed to have some kind of magical power, and just one glance would shock his heart, and there was no other man in his eyes.

"Such as ...... Like ink!"

Mo Xiaoqin knelt on the battlefield, shock, doubt, joy, and a rush of thought came to her heart. She struggled to get up, dragging her half-stiff body and running with great difficulty in the direction where Rumo appeared.

At this time, Rumo seemed to be more handsome than before, and the scar left by Mu Xize's scratch on his face had disappeared, exuding an otherworldly aura like a fairy.

I saw him fly in front of Mu Xize in the blink of an eye, and scuffle with Mu Xize without anyone seeing it clearly. The two of them were surrounded by a whirlpool of ice and snow, and no one could see how the two people in the whirlpool were engaged in a desperate battle in full swing.

A quarter of an hour later, the ice and snow vortex dissipated, and Mu Xize and Rumo fell from the vortex and fell heavily to the ground. Mu Xize's long tail and nails have disappeared, and there are several fresh blood marks on his body. Rumo knelt on one knee, although there was no blood on his body, but the black robe with excellent texture had been scratched and tattered by Mu Xize.

Mu Xize dragged his bloodied body and struggled to get up, facing the heartbroken eyes of Shangye Ningxiang. He subconsciously looked at the blood-stained hands and the mountains of corpses beside him, clenched his fists, his expression solemn, and fell into deep guilt and remorse.

Seeing Mu Xize fall into the downwind, the resentment in the hearts of these soldiers suddenly rose, they glanced at each other, and brandished a long knife and slashed at Mu Xize who was already wounded, ready to kill him.

The hand rises, the knife falls, and what they slash is not people, but air.

"Yuzawa!"

As Ye Ningxiang let out another heart-rending shout, they realized that Mu Xize, who was covered in blood, suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye, completely disappearing from their field of vision.

Seeing that the common enemy disappeared, the defenders of Shuozhou and the rebels, who had just cooperated against the enemy, once again stood on the opposite side. Each of them held a long knife in his hand, and looked at each other vigilantly, waiting for the commander to give an order to take each other's lives.

"How long are you going to kill each other?"

Lin Shicheng, who hadn't spoken for a long time, opened his mouth, his voice was low and sonorous, even if the sound blended into the violent snowstorm, it could still be heard clearly.

This sentence seemed to enter the hearts of the soldiers on both sides, and there was silence on the battlefield for a moment.

They were originally people of the same country, they drank the same water, ate the same food, and they were even good comrades-in-arms and good brothers, but now because King Duan and the emperor, who are obviously brothers, belong to different camps, and do killing against their hearts, their hearts are actually so sad that they seem to be dripping blood.

Lin Shicheng stood up and walked in front of the enemy, his eyes were resolute, but full of affection, "Now that King Duan is dead, why do you go against your heart and kill each other with your siblings? ”

Hearing these heartfelt words, Duanwang's rebel psychological defense gradually collapsed, and they all put down their long knives, knelt on the ground, and surrendered. However, this was only limited to half of the soldiers, and the other half of the soldiers saw this situation, turned around directly, and desperately fled in the direction of Shuozhou City.

Lin Shicheng looked up at the falling snowflakes, closed his eyes, showed a tearful smile, and said in a low voice, "It's finally over." ”

Ye Ningxiang ran towards the wilderness outside the city regardless of the pain, her heart was so urgent that she couldn't listen to anyone's words, and she couldn't see anyone other than Mu Xize in her eyes, calling Mu Xize's name over and over again, looking for Mu Xize's traces in a panic.

And Wei Xun still followed Ye Ningxiang inch by inch with a worried face.