Life is too short to be used to hold grudges.

In life, everyone will make mistakes, but people will die quickly.

People's sins will disappear with the body, leaving only the spark of the spirit.

This is the reason why Mo Liunian never wanted to take revenge and never thought that life was unfair.

Mo Liunian has been living a peaceful life, waiting for that day to come.

In fact, even the little half-immortal in the Feng Shui Pavilion who had been with him for three years did not know about the martial arts of Mo Liu's annual meeting.

Because these were some instincts left over from before Mo Liunian's amnesia, Mo Liunian didn't want anyone to know.

On a moonlit night!

The moonlight was full of blood, shining on the blood on the ground, and there was a tragic and terrible mood on the ground, and Mo Liunian stood under this moonlight.

The guards of the palace gate stared blankly at the ghost-like figure overflowing with murderous intent, appearing and disappearing in the reflection of the moonlight and torches, appearing at an incredible angle, just turning over with their hands, quenching and strange, and in the blink of an eye, the blood of the hall master splashed,

They saw Mo Liunian's wrist flip, and the black light snaked up like lightning along the Wang Hall Master's palms, and at the same time, a pair of pupils completely turned bloody, and the evil aura that lingered around his body all the time was great. Immediately he got up, the cold light turned into an arc, and instantly shot with several times the strength of before,

The two of them fought in close proximity to each other with just one move, and the killing intent turned into an icy sword mist, and no one could even catch the afterimage of the two of them's blades!

There is no trick to speak of, one formula is enough to kill, and the blood of the hall master is splashed on the spot, which shocks the onlookers!

The slender figure only showed two slender and delicate eyebrows, and the guards rushed at this moment, and under the reflection of the torches in their hands, Mo Liunian faintly flashed two gloomy cold lights.

A quenched long sword in his hand, with a wave in the air, the sword qi reached, and a piece of rubble on the roof ridge either collapsed or collapsed, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

What a horror!

In the middle of the night in the wind and snow, the gentle and close master on weekdays turned into a murderer, and tortured and killed the head of the hall master with a sword, and the courtyard was covered with blood at the moment.

The corpse in front of him was horrific and mutilated, the smooth ground was stained with blood, and in some places there were broken organs, the dark red liquid covered the foot, and the blood was so strong that people were in danger of suffocation.

The guards on duty at night in the palace were frightened, and everyone gasped and couldn't stop being frightened, and some even exclaimed in surprise, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Blood rushed to the sky, and the body of the hall master burst out at this moment. The corpses gradually fell.

In the exquisite Xiyue Palace, there is now a corpse lying down, drenched in blood, and the fishy smell rushes straight to the inner hall, these gangs have not seen bloody scenes, but now many people can't help but cover their noses and want to vomit.

What's more, they took a few steps back with earthy faces, but more people were clustered up, and they were about to break out.

Everyone in the courtyard was silent for a while, and there was not a single sound.

The companion next to him quietly handed over his eyes was full of worry, and his palms were already sweaty!

The courtyard in the Xiyue Palace was full of messes, and all the guards had their blades drawn from their waists, and the hall was full of tension for a while, and the air was so tense that it exploded at the touch of a button.

It seems that if someone moves even a little more, the whole situation will fall into an irreparable situation.

Maybe it didn't take long, but it felt extremely long, and every minute was like torment.

Mo Liunian never looked up, probably because he was afraid that his eyes would reveal his thoughts, and they all stared at Mo Liunian in the moonlight.

The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became more intense, and the figures in front of Mo Liunian stood in black, and even those bird calls and cicadas didn't dare to make a sound at this moment.

Mo Liunian raised his head, his pale face was splashed with blood, indifferent and cold, like a demon who asked for people's lives. It's beautiful, and it's ruthless.

"Wang Tang Master, colluded with the Eight Great Sects to betray Xiyue Palace, and now I have seen through it, he wanted to escape but was robbed and killed by me, you packed up the body and I went to report to the palace master" Mo Liunian said coldly to the gang in front of him.

Mo Liunian is striding forward at this moment, the good and bad of the past, learn not to stay, it can be regarded as real growth.

For a while, everyone was quiet, and people felt that something was going to happen, and everyone thought about it in their hearts

The air was so thick that it was impossible to breathe for a while, and everyone's hearts were empty like a silent tomb

It's like a bustling and silent firework, blooming with thick colors, the powerlessness of falling, and the irreversibility of disappearing.

Mo Liunian walked slowly into the Xiyue Palace under the gaze of everyone, silent on the surface, but his eyes flashed with a cautious and cautious pity that was not easy to detect.

The boy was born in heaven and earth, and he was broken bones, leaving his innocence, which can be said to be terrifying, but the master of the royal hall finally died with his will.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by his distant back, looking at the body that was gradually moving away, and his eyes seemed to be reflected in the gloomy color of dusk, dazed and melancholy. It was as if the hearts of the people were blocked by something.

Struggling in such a cruel and dangerous world, they also understand that there are too many temptations to covet, but this also comes at a cost.

Mo Liunian continued to move forward, as if nothing had happened, and it seemed like a small episode that no one noticed.

Only the Yeye Gang stood in place, with a slight stunned presence in their eyes, and an indescribable taste in their hearts spread to their minds.

When Mo Liunian's figure went farther and farther, but everyone was confused about this figure, under the cover of night, Mo Liunian gradually lost his clear outline, and gradually walked farther and farther, until it became more and more blurred......

Then!

Everyone seemed to be awakened, and in an instant, thunderous whispers resounded in their ears, noisy and harsh.

The palace was empty and quiet in the middle of the night, and only the slight rustling sound of light gonggong passing over the treetops could be heard in the night.

In less than a cup of tea, Mo Liunian had already come to the gate of the side hall, and the lights were silent from a distance, and the courtyard door was ajar.

A trace of ripples passed through Mo Liunian's heart, and he couldn't help but stop, walked to the palace gate and nodded to the night watchman, hesitated, dropped a token and walked into the deep palace, his steps were staggering, and his spirit was in a trance.

The night watchman held the token and looked at it in a daze, this was the waist card of the Xiyue Palace for Keqing, and Mo Liunian's figure was slender, like a green bamboo, like a cloud crane, and the light at night showed a strange dark blue, falling on his shoulder.

In the end, the night watchman still stared at Mo Liunian, but the face of heaven and man slowly showed a sad color, like a child's sad and frightened look when he watched his beloved pet slowly die.

There is such a moment, a person is just a back, which makes people look very sad.

In front of a stone table in the main hall of the palace, a woman rests her elbows on the table, her hands support her chin, and her eyes are closed.

Her face was crimson, the corners of her lips were curved upward, her face was pale, and her eyebrows were clear and picturesque.

She has a fair and pure face, soft and fine skin. The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are sparkling like stars.

There is a small mouth under the bridge of the small nose, the lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved upward, with a little sad smile.

The whole face is delicate and beautiful, so refined, there is no trace of fireworks in the world.

Wearing a gray chiffon dress, the skin is better than the snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the whole person is noble and elegant.

And the white snow is as holy as an angel, without the slightest smell of filth.

She sat at the table like white clouds and black water, falling leaves and scattered flowers floating around her body, lining her beautiful and delicate, Xiyue Palace is the first demon sect in martial arts, how many martial arts sects have been washed in blood, but this palace master does not have the terrible temperament of the big devil.

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