The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

Murong Jiangli, the number one master of Beiyan Yanwu Hall, his famous weapon is a Fangtian painted halberd.During the first Northern Expedition of the Young Son of Northern Yan, he once beheaded thirteen warriors in the grassland, hung a string of heads under his horse, and immediately asked who would dare to fight again.Now the people on the grassland still call him behind his back, Su Lu Mu Ha Ke.In Mongolian, Sumuluhak means devil. Not only was Murong Jiangli not annoyed when he heard this, he laughed and said, "There are devil cities everywhere in the north, all of which are polished by wind and sand. Wind and sand, what's wrong with calling Sumu Luhak?"

Today he was only wearing a Qingfeng sword. Seeing the murderous intent, he didn't panic. He turned his head to one side and wanted to grab the assassin's shoulder with his bare hands.

Murong Jiangli is from the north, a child who grew up on the grassland, he wrestled with others as soon as he was weaned, his grasping power is so strong, even if a fierce tiger was caught by him, he would never be able to break free.

Just as his palm was about to touch that person's shoulder, the person in front of him suddenly smiled slightly, and still passed the knife in his hand forward.Murong Jiangli clearly watched the coming of the saber, but with that short snap of his fingers, he seemed to have been hit by someone's acupuncture point.He tried all kinds of moves, but none of them could catch up with that snow-like cold light.He knew that this knife was too fast and weird, which made his always proud response look so ridiculous.

Murong will inevitably feel a strong sense of frustration from the bottom of his heart.

Murong Jiang swayed away from his body, the saber hit his right shoulder, he thought to himself, "There is such a saber technique in the world."

The person holding the saber drew the saber and spun it, Murong Jiangli's eyes widened, he let out a roar, and struck out with both palms concentrated in strength.

The man stretched out his hand and swiped the knife horizontally, kicked the case between the two of them upside down, Murong slapped Li's palms on the case, the man heard another chuckle amidst the flying pieces of wood, " A master in the Martial Arts Hall? That's all."

Murong Jiangli listened to him, although his voice was clear, it was clearly a man's voice.Look at the man wearing women's clothing, but the white gauze dress of Gong'e is not complicated, his eyebrows are thicker than women's, and the heroic look between the eyebrows cannot be concealed.

Murong Jiang thought that it should be like this, that's right, how can a woman make such a saber technique?

The case table can't last long in the air, and the table table will fall down in a blink of an eye.Su Muhua smiled, put his hand on the case, and the nearly falling case table tossed up again.It's just that the wooden case was exerted again, and there was a hoarse cracking sound, and what was rolling in mid-air was not so much a wooden case as a broken plank.Murong Jiangli saw him doing such a thing, he only thought that this person was looking for a good opportunity to make a move.He was not in a hurry, he drew his long sword in his hand, and stared at the wooden case like a beast, just waiting for the opportunity.

The wooden case fell to the ground with a muffled sound, the swords and swords intersected, Murong Jiang couldn't help sighing, this man's martial arts skills are extremely high, it's a pity that he was assassinated under the eyes of everyone, if he can't kill him, what is the power of Tianyan?I don't know if he can be captured, so I persuaded him to submit to Yanwu Hall.

Su Muhua was also sighing, he still couldn't turn the empty broken knife round as he wished.Out of a hundred hits, only one or two can succeed.He had been accumulating momentum for the knife just now, but now he fell to his usual level when he made a move again.

"I'm not going to fight anymore, just leave it alone." Su Muhua smiled and jumped down a few steps of Dan Bi.

How could Murong Jiangli allow him to escape, and shouted, "Stop leaving!"

Su Muhua sneered, "You will regret it if you continue to fight."

Seeing that Murong Jiangli was wounded and seeing Su Muhua wanting to escape, the warriors of Beiyan on the imperial platform also chased down Majesty Dan, and the warriors who were standing on Majesty Dan surrounded him in a circle.

This week, Empress Dowager Luo Yan had a bit of courage. Although her face was a little pale, she didn't faint.

Seeing Su Muhua surrounded by several people, Yan Qingyun presumably couldn't get away, and was not in a hurry to make a move, so he got off and Dan Bi was on the sidelines.

"General Yan", Yan Qingyun followed the sound and saw a warrior following him, the man was pale and beardless, but he didn't quite recognize him.If Su Muhua wore women's clothes, he was heroic and restrained, but even though this man was wearing armor, he still showed an inadvertent coquettish manner in his demeanor.

Although Zhou is only a small country, Yan Jun naturally hopes that the rear will be safe by taking advantage of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.In today's surrender ceremony, in order not to show too much force and arouse public indignation, there are only a few hundred warriors in the ranks, but they are all Yan Qingyun's personal guards.Seeing the strange face of this warrior, Yan Qingyun asked, "Who are you?"

"The person who took your life." The man showed his white teeth and smiled, a black light and shadow went straight to Yan Qingyun's chest with the sharp sound of the wind.Yan Qingyun was so forced by this move that he had no time to draw his saber. Seeing that the weapon had no edge or edge, he summoned up all his strength and blocked the weapon with a pair of fleshy palms.

With a blunt splash, the weapon actually penetrated his palm.

"No one in the world dares to pick up my bone-corroding handle with bare hands," the man stroked his lips with his fingers, and said slowly, "You are beyond your limits."

A burning pain came from Yan Qingyun's right palm, and he saw the flesh on his right palm fall off like tofu, leaving white bones in a blink of an eye.

"Are you poisoning?" Yan Qingyun roared angrily, grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and broke his palm off by himself.

"You're a man." The painting knife pulled his bone, and said with a smile, "I never use poison."

Huadao never bothered to use poison, he just penetrated the qi of Zhiyang into the bone erosion, and the vitality of the body of the person who was hit by the bone erosion was cut off by the energy.

Murong Jiangli and Su Muhua have completely gained the upper hand, his martial arts are already above Su Muhua, Su Muhua can't use the broken knife, and he is even at a disadvantage. He is currently wearing seventeen or eight colors, a white skirt Most of them were stained with blood.

Murong Jiangli heard Yan Qingyun's roar, and the surrounding warriors separated Yan Qingyun from the outside, he wanted to escape to save him, how could Su Muhua agree.A lovesickness retention knife is so entangled with lovesickness endlessly, endless retention.

Tian Ji's plan of exchanging sons in the horse race, drawing a sword against Yan Qingyun, and Su Muhua holding Murong Jiang away, this was Su Muhua's own decision.

The warriors on the periphery freed up their hands to save them, but the space outside Huadao and Yan Qingyun was limited, and how many people could surround them and fight at the same time.Seven or eight soldiers don't pay much attention to painting knives.

Murong cast away his lingering thoughts of being away from that point of subjugation and retention, and he was ruthless under the sword.Su Muhua stabbed him in the leg with a sword, almost severing his meridians.When Su Muhua was in a desperate situation, he stabbed again with Kongsha, which injured Murong Jiangli's left chest.Another sword was shot in his chest, piercing the lobe of his lung, and it hurt even to breathe out.

He was covered in blood, but he was laughing, "It's too late."

Murong Jiang sank down suddenly, and an anxious voice called out to his ears, "General."

Murong Jiangli raised his eyes and saw that the sky was red and the sun was setting and the flag was flying. The flag with the word Zhaoyan was still there, but Yan Qingyun had already fallen down.

He died before leaving the teacher, which made the hero burst into tears.

What qualifications does an invader who tramples the tranquility of a foreign land with an iron ride have any qualifications?

Su Muhua's glazed eyes raised slightly, showing an indescribable sense of sarcasm.

The dust of this battle has settled, Yan Qingyun died, and Murong Jiang was injured.

Whether he could escape by himself, Su Muhua didn't even think about it.In his out-of-focus eyes, he saw the painting knife stepping towards him in the crowd, and it held him on the shoulder.

Murong Jiangli shouted sharply, "Fire the arrow."

Countless arrows were like black clouds, dimming the blazing sun.

Hua Dao didn't even turn back, and raised up his protective Qi, none of the sharp arrows could get close to him, and he sent out a voice with buoyant Qi, "Da Ning Su Muhua, don't pass by Hua Dao, anyone who dares to violate my territory Today."

The sound like the roar of a Buddhist lion shocked the hearts of those present.Su Muhua thought that this eunuch really looked like a fucking man.

A warrior picked up the bones and severed palms on the ground, looked at Yan Qingyun's charred black body on the ground, and said in a daze, "Who said that the southerners have no martial arts?"

The sun was shining on a courtier of the Northern Zhou Dynasty who was dressed in white linen filial piety under the tree, and he was looking thoughtfully at the direction in which the two left.

Murong set his eyes on him, "Da Sima, these two are injured and cannot leave the city. Da Sima is more familiar with the situation in the city of Beizhou, so I will trouble you. These two people...I want to see people, To die is to see a corpse."

Ye Wenyan cupped his hands and said, "Please rest assured, the national teacher, I will immediately send people to search the whole city."

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