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Their love is like a bird being played with in the palm of someone... Beihan Jing.

The crescent moon in the sky, the blood-red edge began to slowly devour the white moon body, cruelly driving away justice.

Under the moonlight, the formerly deserted Shengzi Mansion has now become a place of right and wrong. Five hundred elite imperial guards surrounded each exit in layers, and even flies could not escape.

The Black Lotus Pavilion is Fan Moya's resting place, and ordinary people are not allowed to disturb it, but today there are two noble and uninvited guests in front of the door.

"Fan Moya, your Shengzi Mansion has been surrounded by our five hundred elite soldiers. Let Han Qing go, and you will be captured obediently. I will spare you a way out." Bei Hanjing's eyes were cold, looking at the calm Fan Moya beside Han Qing, Painfully persuaded to surrender.

After finishing the words, the huge twin axes between the fingers were eager to rub against each other, carrying the creepy anger before the battle.

"Oh? Do you think that 500 people can trap me?" Fan Moya ambiguously held Han Qing's waist, and asked in a low and magnetic voice, leisurely.

Bei Hanmo, who had been half squatting on the ground recuperating from his injuries, heard the calmness in his words, frowned slightly, and secretly vigilant in his heart.

"I don't want you to waste my precious spring night, so I'll send you away earlier." Fan Moya's long white fingers with well-defined joints leisurely pulled out the black jade flute from his waist, took a step back, and played it under his lips. stand up.

The sharp and strange sound of the flute spread out from the flute cavity, scattered in the air, the ground began to tremble violently, and the flat bluestone slab suddenly shattered.

One after another, the dead bodies woke up from the ground, opened their empty eyes, burst out of the ground with fresh soil, stretched their limbs, obeyed the director's order, and staggered towards the Beihanjing brothers and sisters.

Shengzi Mansion was built on top of the mass grave with the worst geomantic omen in the north of the city. Fan Moya used his body to suppress and purify the evil spirit here, and has always been praised by people.However, none of them expected that these evils would be driven by him now.

Bei Hanjing had never seen a dead person come back to life, she looked at her brother in horror.

Beihanmo is worthy of being the king of Beihan, with extraordinary courage and insight. Although he was extremely shocked, he didn't show it on his face at all. Seeing more and more dead bodies, he calmly took out the signal flare in his arms and lit it up.

White fireworks scattered in the air, and the imperial guards guarding the door immediately moved after hearing the order. More than a dozen people broke into the door, but they were immediately stunned when they saw the dead body crawling out of the ground.

Bei Hanmo warned his younger sister, "I'm going to capture Fan Moya, you cover me, and you must be caught by these things."

After a while, more than a dozen dead bodies appeared on the surface. They were like toddling children who had just learned to walk. Their joints were stiff and they walked towards Bei Hanjing brothers and sisters. Brother and sister Han Jing.

Bei Hanjing nodded, suppressing the panic in her heart, the twin axes in her hands suddenly slashed at these slow-moving corpses, one by one heads rolled to the ground quickly, but these corpses still got up and walked towards them persistently Come on, it's weird.

Bei Hanjing slashed horizontally and vertically, these dead bodies were torn apart, and finally fell to the ground, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seems that these dead bodies are not difficult to deal with.

The two brothers and sister killed more than a dozen slow-moving corpses in the blink of an eye, but Fan Moya was not in a hurry. This was just a warm-up for the opening.

Mass burial mounds piled up corpses over the years, not hundreds, but thousands. These corpses crawled out of the ground continuously. After killing more than 100 corpses, the brother and sister gradually became tired of coping.

The situation of the imperial guards who came to support was not much better. After a short period of customer service and panic, they began to kill the slow-moving corpses, and gradually began to not be afraid.

But unexpectedly, there were more and more dead bodies. After they got used to the activities on the ground, their limbs became more and more flexible. They were not afraid of physical attacks, and only wanted to catch them.

The five hundred imperial guards were exhausted, and the large army was trapped in the large square full of dead bodies. Only more than 100 people broke through the dead bodies and broke into the inner bedroom to support the two brothers and sisters.

Seeing that the timing was almost up, Fan Moya curled his lips, and the sound of the flute became louder and louder. The second order spread out in the sound of the flute, and the dead body was ordered... to kill without mercy.

These dead bodies, which can only catch people, immediately became swift and violent, and began to grab the legs and feet of the guards, and began to attack them personally.

The imperial guards did not expect that these stupid corpses would suddenly start attacking people. They were careless for a while, and many people were caught by their legs and feet, and their chests were pierced by dead corpses to death miserably.

The situation on the battlefield immediately became critical, the power of the imperial guards began to wear down, and everyone was tired of dealing with these newly upgraded corpses.

Fan Moya played the flute leisurely, while Han Qing stood beside him quietly, watching Beihan brothers and sisters struggling in the sea of ​​corpses coldly.

Bei Hanmo drove away the corpses, turned his head and glanced at his sister, Bei Hanjing immediately understood, spread his hands in a gesture, stepped on his sister's hands, jumped out of the corpses, stepped on the dead corpse's head, raised The sword attacked Fan Moya.

At this time, Han Qing's eyes moved suddenly, and he raised his sword to block Fan Moya, and with a sword flower in his hand, he quickly attacked Beihanmo.

Beihanmo didn't expect that Han Qing would help the king to do evil, so he changed his sword posture and turned to face Han Qing who came.

Han Qing's sword moves were just like him, weird, fast and unpredictable. Bei Hanmo was entangled by him and couldn't get close to Fan Moya for a while.

Bei Hanmo didn't dare to hurt Han Qing lightly, but Han Qing had no scruples, Zhao Zhao went to the vital point, and never procrastinated.

Bei Hanmo gradually lost the wind, gradually retreated from the fight, and was busy looking after the dead bodies around him. He was soon defeated by Han Qing and suffered several cuts on his body.

Han Qing's attack became more and more fierce, secretly forcing him towards Fan Moya.

Fan Moya's thin lips showed a sinister smile, Bei Hanjing saw her brother being attacked from the back, and Fan Moya raised his sword to sneak attack, so she shouted nervously: "Brother, watch your back!"

Bei Hanmo's reaction was finally a beat late, and he narrowly avoided the vital point. A long sword pierced his chest from behind. After Fan Moya succeeded, he drew out the long sword and swept back quickly.

Bei Hanmo spat out a mouthful of blood, swiped his sword across the air, and roared, "Sinister villain!"

Fan Moya just smiled and said nothing, Han Qing saw Bei Hanmo was injured, raised his sword and wanted to take the opportunity to take his life.

Bei Hanjing kicked away a group of dead corpses, stepped on the dead corpses with all her strength, and jumped in front of Han Qing, grabbed his wrist, and said sadly: "Beauty, wake up, don't be used by Fan Moya again."

With no old feelings in her heart, Han Qing opened her mouth and said, "You're looking for death!" With a strong shake of her wrist, she slapped Bei Hanjing's heart fiercely with her palm.

Bei Hanjing didn't expect that Han Qing would attack suddenly, and she fell to the ground, with the double axes in her hands falling far away beside her. The dead bodies took the opportunity to rush towards her, trying to take her life.

Bei Hanjing was lying on the ground, and through the feet of the corpses, she saw her double axes being trampled under her feet. She wanted to stand up, but found that the corpses blocked the sky above her top.

That pair of withered and shriveled hands grasped at her with five fingers. At that moment, she seemed to see death coming.

Suddenly, there was a clear and crisp sword cry, the dead body stretched out and made a movement, its heads rolled to the ground collectively, exposing the sky above.

Seeing the vitality, Bei Hanjing took advantage of the situation and tripped over the feet of the dead body. The dead body was lying on the ground like a fallen vase.

Murong Bai hooked the ax under his feet to send it, and Bei Hanjing caught the flying ax in response, put his hands on the ground, stood up instantly, and killed the corpses who were unwilling to stand up, the two cooperated very well.

"Thank you!" Bei Hanjing raised the corners of her lips, looked at the helper who appeared halfway, and thanked without seeing anyone.

Murong Bai flicked the pieces of meat from Ai Jian Ruhong, raised his thin lips and said: "After eating so much rice in the princess' mansion, it's time to contribute."

Bei Hanjing saw Han Qing not far away, raising her sword to attack Murong Bai, and just reminded: "Be careful Han...Qing!"

Murong Bai had already blocked with his long sword, parrying the sharp sword that Han Qing slashed, looked at Han Qing who regarded him as an enemy, and said with a smile: "Hualang, you don't come to play chess with me tonight, you want to find me Have I sparred?"

After beheading a dead body, Bei Hanjing warned with a serious face, "Be careful with Han Qing, he is now controlled by Fan Moya."

"Hehe, don't worry, I will wake him up." Murong Bai suddenly pulled out the cold chain around his waist, and said with a smile.

Murong Bai's kung fu in hands and feet is a well-known person in Muyun's platoon. After these days of diligent practice, his kung fu has vaguely surpassed that of Han Qing, who was too busy training troops to learn martial arts.

Sure enough, after Murong Bai and Han Qing exchanged hundreds of moves, the two have already distinguished themselves. In the past, the two were indistinguishable in martial arts.

Han Qing was locked hands and feet by Murong Bai, struggling desperately was useless, Fan Moya frowned displeased when he saw it.

"Fan Moya, today I'm here to avenge my friend, you should die obediently." Murong Bai pushed Han Qing in his hand towards the Bei Hanjing brothers and sisters, stepped on the dead body, and nimbly raised his sword and stabbed fiercely.

This sword was so imposing that Fan Moya had to stop playing, pulled out the long sword bones from his waist, and dealt with it seriously.

The Ruhong in Murong Bai's hand has Qin Wen engraved on the body of the sword. The sword body is long and thin, and the closer to the edge of the sword, the thinner the sword body becomes.

Ruhong is a sharp sword made by the ancient master Muyun. It possesses the spirit of the sword. Only the most pure and upright people can get it and recognize its master.Ruhong, especially after being modified by Li Junye, has increased its lethality by another level.

The White Bone Sword in Fan Moya's hand was pitch-black, and after cutting through a wound, it could prevent a person's blood from clotting to death.

The White Bone Sword was also created by an ancient evil swordsman. It was cast in the cloudy time, the sun and the moon. After the sword was completed, millions of people sacrificed blood to form the sword soul, which can change the soul of the sword holder. Confused.

Back then, the evil sword was born again, killing countless lives, and it fell into Fan Moya's hands by chance. He originally wanted to use the purified evil sword, but the evil sword was too powerful, and slowly changed his mind.

If it is said that Han Qing's beauty is the seed of evil thoughts silently planted in Fan Moya's heart, then these vicious and evil things around Fan Moya are the ripening agent that accelerates the flowering and growth of evil thoughts.

The two swords, one good and one evil, seem to be on opposite sides since they were forged. Tonight is the time for them to fight again.

The sword spirits of the two swords seemed to sense the existence of the other side, and they both screamed and trembled excitedly, hoping to kill the other side by the sword.

Murong Bai had never fought against Fan Moya before, and he didn't know what his skills were. He only heard Han Qing once mentioned that this man was surprisingly talented in martial arts at a young age, and his martial arts were hidden.

I remember that at that time, Murong Bai asked Han Qing if he could defeat Fan Moya, but Han Qing said the word "hang", so it can be vaguely speculated that this person's martial arts is superior to Han Qing.

Murong Bai looked at Fan Moya at the end, his palms were slightly sweaty, and he couldn't help but tighten like a rainbow, the atmosphere at the scene became extremely tense for a moment.

Perhaps, one move will determine the winner...