The flying sword under the moon, the clouds are born and the beauties are married.

Tonight was the time of the full moon, Zhu Jue looked up at the big moon but looked depressed, sighed and continued to run in an S shape on the wilderness.

Zhu Jue was running for his life, and a long and narrow blue light behind him was following him in mid-air!

"Jiuhua is like a sword inserting into the clouds. A cold groan came.

The wonderful voice that should have been a beautiful woman's poetry came, but it made Zhu Jue panic in his heart, and then his chest was cold!

The running body also stopped in place as if it had been immobilized.

Zhu Jue looked down at the tip of the Xueliang sword exposed on his chest, and smiled bitterly in despair

Zhu Jue slowly turned around and looked at Yan Yuqing, who was dressed in white like a fairy floating in the air, this fairy girlfriend who had fallen from the sky.

Pain!

It hurts!

The pain of a sword piercing the heart.

Looking at the picturesque beauty with long hair flying in the wind.

There was a hint of bitterness in Zhu Jue's eyes, and then he fell into the grass in the dark.

Am I dead?

Zhu Jue sat in the dark and began to think hard.

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