"Wei Yan is defeated..."

"He actually lost. ”

"The Great Success of the King Realm was actually defeated by the Apocalypse Realm. ”

"It's... This examiner was actually given to the candidate..."

"It's a story for the ages. ”

"Poof!"

Surprised and broken, setting off bursts of heart-wrenching humiliation.

Under the attack of shame and anger, Wei Yan immediately couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood turned into red mist and spewed out.

The blood flowers are flying, and in the midst of the sorrow, it also interprets an incredible but real result for the audience. The Royal Forest Army, which was fighting fiercely dozens of feet away, gradually stopped its offensive and looked at this end. Then hundreds of northerners stopped, and the candidates who retreated in a panic also stopped, and they all shifted their eyes to the mighty body that collapsed to the ground. The exclamations of the candidates and examiners in the distance gradually subsided, and they watched from afar. Countless candidates dressed in pure yang robes leaned forward a few steps without a trace.

At this moment, everyone was almost shielded from breathing.

Because Mo Yan's three-foot silver dragon had already reached Wei Yan's throat...

"Are you convinced?"

Shame, shame!

Under the watchful eye, Mo Yan indifferently asked a very humiliating question.

As a candidate, she defeated the examiner in less than fifty breaths, and the sword against the examiner asked him if he was convinced. As a little Daoist aunt of the Apocalypse Realm, she crossed the entire chasm realm, and used her sword against the Tang Imperial Forest King Realm God General to ask him if he was convinced. Whether it is the former or the latter, it seems to be ridiculous and funny, but it is enough to turn Wei Yan into the biggest joke in the world.

laughs and cries, but makes people cry and laugh.

"I'll serve your mother!"

“......”

The tiger's eyes were tense and bloody.

I didn't dare to imagine, and I never imagined.

How could the dignified god of the forest ever suffer such a humiliation?

It was like a lion kneeling in front of the lamb, which made Wei Yan almost crazy. If he hadn't been seriously injured and powerless to resist, he would have fought to the death! Now he is just a dead fish on the anvil, only endless anger!

"Tsk..."

Wei Yan scolded angrily to vent his anger.

The three-foot silver dragon pushed forward a little, and the sharp tip of the sword instantly pierced the flesh of Wei Yan's neck, and the bright red blood condensed along the edge of the blade, and then slowly slid down his blood-filled collarbone. Everyone's fists couldn't help but clench, after all, the current scene was indescribable, and no one knew if the sword would go a few points further.

After all, the women of the Pure Yang Palace cannot be measured by ordinary people.

Mo Yan asked again in a cold voice: "Are you convinced?"

"I said I obey your mother! You can't hear me! You will kill me if you want!"

"Sha..."

The roar was exhausted, and the blood of anger surged, and with every shout Wei Yan, a scarlet blood mist erupted from his mouth. It can be seen that under the defeat and humiliation, Wei Yan has lost his reason, and he does not have the demeanor of an examiner and a general of the current dynasty, and Sapo seems to have been his only means of catharsis. And just after he said this, Yu Youran, who was standing next to the blue light car more than ten feet away, quietly put on the white gauze hat again. Without speaking, she turned and stepped into the carriage. And just as she sat in the car, everyone was doubting the deep meaning of her action, and a ruthless cold voice came out coldly through the soft curtain...

"Kill him. ”

"Don't!"

“......”

Three words, very short, very short.

But the terrifying temperature contained in these three words is like a snowstorm that can freeze thousands of miles, blowing through the hearts of everyone here and freezing thousands of miles.

Three words, really short, because it only represents a categorical imperative. So much so that in order to save a life before this order, Xia Xun could only temporarily drink the word "don't". However, he was still slow, because there was only one word for this command, and that was the first word...

-Kill.

At that moment, the sound of the word "kill" was transmitted to everyone's ears, and the three-foot silver dragon was already dyed with a cold cold light and deeply inserted into Wei Yan's neck. With a "chirp", Yu Youran's words were finished, and the three-foot silver dragon in Mo Yan's hand also withdrew to the scabbard behind her, and at this time, Xia Xun's word "don't" sounded.

Too slow, too slow...

"You... You... Unexpectedly... However..."

"Sprinkle..."

"Smack!"

The stunned eyes were completely unbelievable for the truth of this sword.

The black-red sword edge and stunned pupils gradually dilated, and a blood snake burst out from the sword mouth, pouring on the masonry on the ground, gradually spending the footprints that had been stepped on before. The throat was broken, so that Wei Yan couldn't even say the last word, and he collapsed to the ground like a buffalo with its throat cut and bleeding. I can't believe that I can't believe that Mo Yan will really sword him...

And it's so simple.

is so unsentimental and unreasonable, kill if you say it's killed.

The sun is cold, freezing thousands of miles, and the cold is in the hearts of everyone here.

Wei Yan, the Shenwu general of the Imperial Forest Army, lost his vitality under this completely unreasonable sword. Time seemed to stop at this unreasonable and crazy moment as Wei Yan's breathing began. The lack of oxygen in the air almost suffocates people, and the suffocation makes people's heads in a trance, and they don't know where to start and disappear their thoughts. Everything in front of me seems less real, it feels like a dream, full of illusions.

She, actually killed Wei Yan?

She really killed Wei Yan...

Because, before Mo Yan came out with this sword, no one would believe that the dignified court generals, the main examination of the national examination, the power of the Wang Realm would really die! And the death was so abrupt and worthless, that if you say you die, you will die. Thousands of Royal Forest sergeants didn't believe it, and the bystanders, examiners, and Taoists didn't believe it, and even Xia Xun didn't believe it. However, Wei Yan is really dead. Just because of the woman's three words, she died casually and simply under the sword of another woman, leaving no suspense. It was as if he was just an ant standing at the woman's feet, and he would be pinched to death if he wanted to.

"Who else is not convinced?"

“......”

Indifference was like frost, and the question once again drifted in the oppressive air.

The sword eyebrows were cold, and the cold eyes swept over the thousands of royal forest sergeants on the east side, and the sergeants raised their swords and trembled. Cold eyes swept over the examiners on the south side, and the examiners did not dare to look at them. Cold eyes swept around the room, and the slightly timid candidates in their eyes retreated one after another, trembling, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be in a different place.

Fear no longer needs a reason at this moment, because this woman doesn't need a reason to kill.

In the blink of an eye, she can go crazy and kill!

"Wow..."

There was silence all around, and no one answered.

In the end, the cold light converged on Xiu's eyes and stopped on Mo Xian's body. Looking at each other, Mo Xian nodded knowingly. Mo Yan didn't say anything more, turned around and walked in the direction of the sapphire blue light car, and then walked into the carriage.

"Drive!"

"Da Da Da..."

Qianying entered the car, and the curtain closed the door.

The coachman whipped his whip and the horse galloped.

The royal blue ribbon connected the eaves and rippled like waves in the wind, and the dull sound of horses' hooves accompanied by the light sound of ruts slowly faded away in the gradually terrifying atmosphere.

They're leaving?

The cold sun is blowing, and the cold sword and cold heart of people are even colder.

Seeing the carriage far away, the Royal Forest Sergeants hesitated whether to stop it, but because there were no more generals in the army after Wei Yan's death, they still did not move.

"Wow..."Mo Xian slowly put the three-foot Qingfeng back into the scabbard, he knew very well the meaning of Mo Yan's gaze. Because, if Xia Xunxing's sword order was like this, he would not hesitate to use a killer sword to knock Wei Yan into Huangquan.

"Da Da Da..."

The car is far away...

They're really gone.

A sword out, a sword disappears, and the trace is gone.

The words and deeds of the two women are decisive, like the top killer executing the killing order, even more decisive than the killer. The sapphire blue light car gradually disappeared at the end of Beiguan Road, and the bright red burly corpses left in the field, as well as the faint rut marks, all of them eye-catching told the people here that this was not a dream.

"Crazy... Maniac!"

"It's... Both women are insane!"

"They're... How dare you kill Wei Yan!"

"Oh my God, how is this possible... Crazy, crazy!"

"What a terrible woman..."

Crazy, these are the words that are most deeply imprinted in people's memories when the endless terror has subsided. And many people of insight have only realized an extremely terrible problem from the underworld. Yu Youran only had less time to walk from the carriage to the time she sat back in the carriage, during which she actually only said three words...

In the first sentence, she slashed the ring.

In the second sentence, she killed dozens of people.

In the third sentence, she killed Wei Yan.

These three sentences are like three unparalleled swords, with clear order and interlocking, and finally broke the entire pattern imprisoned by the Tang Dynasty government with barbarism and brutality. The first sword breaking was just an inducement, it forced Wei Yan to use heaven and earth as a fight to continue the competition, and it was logical to draw out the second sword. The second sword killing was also an inducement, which forced Wei Yan to forcibly stop the situation from collapsing, thus digging out the third sword as a matter of course. Three swords to slash Wei Yan, this is Yu Youran's ultimate goal!

Wei Yan died, as the chief examiner, he died in his own ambush, and also died under the joint efforts of the two candidates. And as candidates, Mo Yan and Mo Xian joined forces to kill Wei Yan, and it only took less than 50 breaths before and after, such unparalleled combat power, dare to ask who in the world martial arts students dare to disagree? If they can't advance to the top three in the palace examination, then who is qualified to stand out from the crowd in this year's national examination martial arts examination? This is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Tang Dynasty government! It is also Yu Youran who is completely tearing the glossy coat of official fraud into pieces in the craziest way!

She redeemed Xia Xun's promise.

She only used three swords to break the game...

"Good swordsmanship, so chic... What wine!"

“......”

The cold and ruthless ambush makes those who can see the truth of the matter cold to the heart. And those who can't see it can only be stunned and stunned in place, waiting for the follow-up. The breeze blows the dust, mourning the people in the blood, I don't know when it starts, time flows again, and the fragmented thoughts are like smoke, intertwined in the heart that gradually regains consciousness.

"What wine..."

At this moment, a drunken voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

The voice is not loud, but it is very penetrating, like a warm wind in winter, which makes people have to divert their gaze. Looking sideways, the speaker was already in the crowd. The facial features are delicate, the eyes are blurred, the blue and white robe is sloppy and sloppy and stained with wine, the three-foot embroidered sword is casually sandwiched under the armpit, and the crowd in the way is staggering through the crowd with a handkettle and one hand...

"He's finally here. ”

"I'm only here now, I'm afraid it's on purpose, right?"

The person who came was none other than one of the main exams of this year's martial arts exam, the drunken Taoist who never left his hand...

His appearance instantly attracted all the attention of the audience, and also brought a lot of disdain, because he came too late. As the main examiner of this year, there was such a big mess in the martial arts examination room, and he only appeared now, which is difficult to escape the blame. However, at this time, no one could see a trace of guilt in his drunken eyes except for the uninhibited obsession.

For the ridicule around him, the drunken Taoist didn't pay attention to it at all. The sloppy blue and white robe staggered out of the crowd, drunkenly walked to Mo Xian's side, and then sat down on the ground, as if he didn't know what had happened here.

"Hehe, this drunkard is really interesting. ”

"Is he really so unscrupulous?"

"Don't you want to make a move?"

"Hehe..."

Rolling up his sleeves and carrying a pot, drinking spirits, smiling stupidly, sweeping his eyes up and down the field...

A drunken Taoist should not be lightly drunk, and the look of a foolish smile is that of a drunkard who is drunk, and he should be not serious. So much so that many onlookers couldn't help but laugh in disdain.

Only none of the Taoists of Zhenwu Mountain laughed.

"Hehe..."

Drunken eyes swept across the field, and finally stopped at the farthest point of Beiguan Road.

The drunken Taoist suddenly laughed stupidly, and then chanted loudly: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor..."

"He... He's still in the mood to compose poetry?"

“......”