The murderous aura is like a river to the sea, surging and unstoppable.

Luoyang's half-open and half-closed eyes suddenly opened, the sharp edge appeared, slowly pacing towards Mei Zichun, the sword from scratch, and from snow white to fiery red, shocking the ministers, the palace was even more silent, and the heavy wind and rain were pressing on everyone's hearts.

"Don't worry, don't be merciful!"

The breeze from afar entered the hall, Li Qinyue's transmission sounded in his ears, Luoyang raised his eyebrows, his mind changed, he passed through, glanced at "midnight", and turned to look at Mei Zichun again.

The thief was still the same as before, standing still, his hands in front of him, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, hiding his shrewdness and cunning, confident, and seemed to be ten percent sure that Luoyang would not dare to touch him.

It is the norm for people not to go against the trend, but Luoyang is different, after killing ghosts and gods in the underworld, beheading the Jade Emperor's courtiers in the Heavenly Palace, why can't he kill the villain who is fishing in troubled waters in front of him?

The probe summoned the forgotten four, the fairy sword volleyed in the air, swirling faintly, and suddenly the sword roared, the sword blade was like autumn water, folding the sharp streamer, and it was reflected neatly in front of Mei Zichun's eyes.

Luoyang was about to make a move, when a voice sounded in his ears again, "Senior brother must not, if he dies, His Majesty will also die!"

The sword momentum paused slightly, Luoyang glanced at Ying Zhimo, the sharp sword intent slowly converged, clearly captured the smugness in Mei Zichun's eyes, his mind moved slightly, guiding the sword light in the air, purple mist all over the Golden Palace, but with a sword, the small bell on Mei Zichun's waist turned into powder.

"That's what you're relying on?"

"Take one step and think ten steps, overlooking the clouds in the distance, thinking about the avenue, when can you look down and look at your feet that have long been mired in the mire, in a rugged path, wishful thinking to reach the peak, you are similar to this avatar of yours, not worth mentioning!"

At this time, Luoyang is not like a sword cultivator, more like a monarch pointing out the country than Ying Zhimo, holding the three-foot Qingfeng obliquely, walking while talking, getting closer and closer.

Mei Zichun was afraid, and couldn't help but move his steps, taking a step back, of course, taking two steps back, he had to ......

retreated again and again, and there was no retreat to the corner of the hall, but Luoyang was still moving forward, with only one person and one sword.

Before the wind rose, the familiar hall in a trance changed its appearance, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and an endless purgatory.

A little cold light crossed, and the sword fell into the sky, piercing Mei Zichun along with the palace wall.

Collecting the sword, the incarnation shattered into a pile of fine sand, Luoyang took a few closer looks, and then turned back, Ying Zhimo had passed out, the hall was still silent, and the ministers were still silent.

"Come on, help Her Royal Highness the princess to return home, the size is right and wrong, take care of it carefully, if there is any omission, watch out for your head!"

"Yes!"

The beautiful waiter was committed to courtesy, like a warbler and a swallow, escorting Ying Zhimo to go out of the palace carefully, and walked out of the palace unhurriedly.

Retracting his senses, Luoyang turned to look at the ministers, looked at the "midnight" of his eyes and nose, and said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty will return in a few days, and there was a state minister acting as an agent for state affairs before, do you have any objections?"

"The ministers obey the emperor's decree!"

The reply was neat, the aftermath was lingering, and there was no joy, anger and sorrow inside, so Luoyang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, glanced at the lonely throne and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Facing such a group of people all day long, vain to the snake, forcing the same way, it is worthy of being the top that mortals yearn for, and there is really the same difficulty as the top overhaul, here is not good, it is not what I want, no longer here, fortunately!

The flowers outside the hall bloom, the clouds go far away, the glow of the blocked ground falls obliquely into the sky, and the inside and outside of the door are dazzling.

Light and shadow are opposite, under Xianyang, there is a darkness that cannot be seen with five fingers, in this darkness, there are people sitting cross-legged, unable to see their faces, muttering but can hear it really.

"You think I don't dare to kill, why don't I dare to kill?"

"When my heart moves, I will kill with a sword, just look at the present, I don't think about gains and losses, what Kunlun Little Uncle, what is the first sword of the Six Realms, but it is just relying on Fuyuan swordsmanship, if you don't have this body cultivation, it is the same as the brave and reckless hawker in the rivers and lakes!"

At this point, the voice paused slightly, Mei Zichun fell into deep thought, and soon spoke again, "Courage can be used, although you can't kill this fang to show your evil spirit, but you can make him have a gap with Ying Zheng......"

The self-muttering stopped abruptly, finalizing the calculation, Mei Zichun closed his eyes and meditated, swallowed his spiritual power, emitted a faint streamer, his body was like a pocket full of wind, his head was as big as a bucket, his legs were like a thick waist, his clothes were torn, his body became transparent, and there were red flame patterns flowing inside.

Outside the temple, Luoyang's footsteps paused slightly, and he glanced at the incarnation that was ready to explode underground, and the sword finger was lightly swiped in the air, and the streamer fell to the ground.

The sword fell, and the avatar was moved above the nine heavens, and it exploded with a bang, and the sky was cloudy.

The people of Xianyang did not raise their heads, they still went their own way, shouting and selling continued to tune, and the palms of the carved sugar people did not tremble.

It is surprising to be able to see it once in a few years, but if it is there every day, it is like a hundred flowers in the mountains, which can be seen everywhere, although it is not beautiful.

Perceiving the change, Luoyang was a little ridiculous, strolling through the fireworks, wanting to taste Yangchun noodles but finding that Li Tiance was feasting, he couldn't help but lose interest, looked at the long street, and hooked the corners of his lips at the restaurant not far away.

Today is different from the past, the waist is complete, full of confidence, is a once hated Fugui people, since it is a Fugui people, who still eats noodles?

Entering the restaurant, the guy glanced at it in a hurry, smiled happily, led Luoyang up to the top floor, opened the largest, best and most neat private room, opened the window on both sides, one faced the water, the smoke and willow painted the bridge, all the sounds were silent, and the other faced the street, the traffic was busy, and the people were boiling.

"What do you want to eat?"

"The most delicious, the most distinctive, and the best should be ...... By the way, another bowl of Yangchun noodles. ”

Luoyang thought about it and added, why can't the Fugui people eat noodles, if they can't eat whatever they want, what's the use of being rich and rich?

Xiao Er closed the door and left, the footsteps were far away, Luoyang looked at the flower bridge and flowing water, looked at the red dust and fireworks, pouted, waved his hand to close the small window, enjoyed a moment of peace and quiet, and began to spread the sound of thousands of miles.

"Senior brother, can that kid be fooled?"

Li Qinyue played with the chess pieces, stood by the window, watched the mountains green, happy birds flying back, glanced at the chess game behind him, and couldn't help laughing......

Sure enough, I'm still not good at taking the lead, time is running out, and I have to learn faster.

"Rampant and domineering, self-respecting, if you don't agree with a word, you will kill with a sword, this is what you did in the first place, why doesn't he believe it?"

"It's good to believe it, hide the incarnation of the city, don't let me find his true body, otherwise, hehe......"

Thousands of means were hidden into this meaningful chuckle, Li Qinyue sensed Luoyang's appearance, shook her head and said nothing, closed the window and paced in front of the table, looking at the situation on the chessboard, and landed as she pleased, without the need to make a move, it was all very comfortable.

I expect that the wind in Xianyang tonight will be noisy and disturb the tranquility, but it will not be annoying......

At the beginning of the lanterns, the bright moon hangs on the eaves, as always, the night is as always, but there are a few more pairs of lovers under the willows on the riverside.

In the guest house in the city, Mei Zichun's incarnation opened his eyes, meditated on his knees, and fell asleep, not forgetting to laugh at the heavy elite soldiers of the princess's mansion.

"The flowers and leaves are gone, and the moon is light and cold. ”

The voice drifted into sleep, Ying Zhimo suddenly opened her eyes, and when she was confused, the voice came again, "Open the photo talisman array, and ask someone to summon Luoyang into the palace, saying that there is something important to discuss." ”

Just as believers follow the prophecy, Ying Zhimo almost did not hesitate to give an order to the window, watched the maid gradually walk away, paced to the window, opened the window, took the Sumeru ring in the mouth of the bird, closed the window, and sat down at the table.

Use jade talismans to touch the Sumeru ring, dressing boxes, jade bottles, incense, and colorful clothes are lined up on the table.

Ying Zhimo smiled, hummed a small tune, drew eyebrows and eyes, lightly pulled the cloud sideburns, looked carefully, and decorated two or three golden hairpins, confirmed that it was perfect, got up and changed into a dress, wide sleeves streamer, graceful shadow, pinching the time to light incense and put it in the copper furnace, colorless and odorless, lingering on the screen bed curtain.

Mingyao's sword light came from nowhere, reflecting through the small window, the beauty couldn't help but bow her head, her face was slightly red, with shyness, and her muttering words were incomprehensible.

"The husband is finally here, so damn it, I really don't know that the cave room spends candle nights, and the spring night is worth a thousand gold?"

The footsteps are getting closer, Ying Zhimo's face is even redder, approaching the door, Luoyang suddenly stopped, looked at the shadow falling by the window, thought that the gentleman was not standing on the wall, and said softly: "In the dead of night, lonely men and widows, dare to ask His Highness what is important?"

After a long silence, Luoyang opened his mouth and said again, "If there is nothing important, Your Majesty can rest, I am in the front yard, and the thief will not dare to come." ”

"I'm ashamed to open my mouth about this matter, can the emperor ......?"

"Don't force it, the Tao is natural, and I will say goodbye under it. ”

Luoyang bowed and saluted, turned around and wanted to go, Ying Zhimo suddenly pushed the door and ran out, her face was blushing and moving, and she was about to hug Luoyang with her arms open.

Luoyang gently floated to the roof, glanced at Ying Zhimo, and before he could open his mouth, he saw that the Yiren pulled out the knife out of the sheath, the bright blade hung in front of his neck, his red apricot eyes, the pear blossoms brought rain, and the delicate appearance was pitiful.

"Luoyang, you ......"

"The wind and fragrance are traced, the night sinks and the stars are silent, the shadow is fixed, and the silence is silenced!"

There is no need to think deeply, this sentence that begins with "Luoyang, you" is either harsh or ill-intentioned, no matter what kind of Luoyang does not want to listen, hurriedly waving the sword finger, two edicts, two sword lights, so that the night returns to tranquility.

This sword technique has no lethal power, but it can easily immobilize the five qi cultivators.

Mei Zichun tried several times, but she couldn't break free, and couldn't help sighing, "Don't send it to the door, mortals are mortals......"

After saying that, he glanced at the burning incense in the room, and when the medicinal power in Ying Zhimo's body was exhausted, he confirmed that he could sit back and relax, gather his consciousness, and think about it carefully.

After a while, a chuckle appeared on that cold face.

Although there is no incident in the east window tonight, it also lays the groundwork, and the photo rune array clearly records everything, there are too many possibilities for unspoken words, and mortals who have no power but are on the throne usually like to guess the most.

Intentionally planting flowers and flowers do not bloom, unintentionally planting willows and willows, the photo stone has to be well preserved, waiting for a suitable opportunity to call Ying Zhimo to die, and then wait for an inadvertent opportunity to call Ying Zheng to find this photo.

What would he think?

Yes, what happened to Luoyang and his sister when he was unconscious, and finally his sister chose to die for some unknown reason, which is worth imagining, even if Luoyang explained that Mei Zichun was not dead, would Ying Zheng still believe it?

Even if he believes it, if he transforms himself and there is no more Mei Zichun in the world, will he still believe it?

Thinking about Mei Zichun shook his head, this is too much of Ying Zheng's idea, if he doesn't care about Ying Zhimo's life or death, he only cares about the country, and he has planned to sell all the shorts before.

If Ying Zhimo left something behind before his death as a blackmail to Luoyang, in duplicate, one was won positively, and the rest was accidentally leaked out by others......