The slender body bent an incredible arc in the air, cleverly avoided Song Shiren's attack, the soft sword in his hand pierced mercilessly on his arm, and a long mouth was drawn, and the red blood oozed out and stained Red shirt ...
The onlookers suddenly widened their eyes: Song Shangshu's martial arts are very good, and there are few opponents in the capital. This woman even hurt him with just one move?It's incredible!
The pain in his arm was so hot that Song Shiren's face was suddenly dark and he was about to drip ink. His eyes burst into coldness. He suddenly raised the sword and slashed at Murong Xue!
Murong Xue pouted, his soft sword swaying again and again, only listening to the crisp sound of 'Dangdang Dang', Song Shiren Huagui's clothes were cut out from one mouth to another, ragged, like a rag hanging on his body In the breeze, the red and white wounds loomed under the shirt ...
Awesome, really awesome. Song Shangshu's such awesome person was beaten up by her ...
Everyone was shocked and praised again and again!
Song Shiren looked iron-faced, looking at Murong Xue coldly. Was she so arrogant? She used to be armed with great martial arts. This is the capital of Beijing, the site of his Song family.
With a cold look, he waved his sword to Murong Xue again!
This Song Shiren is really endless, he wants to die, she succeeds him!
A trace of impatience flashed through Murongxue's eyes, his wrist turned, and the soft sword in his hand pierced the heart of Song Shiren mercilessly ...
A black figure suddenly appeared next to Song Shiren, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him aside, and slapped Zhao Murongxue without mercy!
Murongxue's eyes flicked and quickly fled to avoid, a strong palm wind wiped her clothes corner, and hit a body guard of Song Dynasty not far away, hit him five or six meters away, and fell heavily to the ground. With a puff, he spit out a bloody mouth, tilted his head, and passed out ...
Murongxue looked up and saw that the man was wearing a black cloak and a hood, and the whole body was covered in darkness, and a pair of eyes were looming in the hood, unspeakable eerie, strange ...
Song Shiren looked at the cloak man, startled, and hesitated.
Murong Xue instantly understood that he was Song Shiren's associate, come to kill her and save Song Shiren!
With a cold look, her feet were a little, her slender body leaped out, and she pierced the man in the cloak ...
The man in the cloak narrowed his eyes, clutching Song Shiren's shoulders tightly, flying like a cloud straight up, flying quickly into the distance, a big thin hand like an eagle claw gently waved, a strong internal force flew out, hit hard Xiang Murongxue ...
Murongxue waved his sword again and again, slashing the strong internal force, looking at the cloak man and Song Shiren who were farther and farther away. She flicked her mouth and shot a few silver needles with her fingers ...
The man in the cloak paused in mid-air and continued to fly forward ...
Count them running fast!If there is another time, they will not be so lucky!
Murongxue's eyes were faint, he turned and looked back, and saw the guards of the Song Dynasty scattered as birds and beasts, pushing the unconscious Song Shixiao, and hurried away ...
"Murong girl, do you want to chase?" Shen Sheng, the guard of the other courtyard asked.
Murongxue closed the sword and shook his head, gently shook his head: "No need." It was just a bunch of little ones, there was nothing to catch or kill.
"Murum Murong, what should that guard do?" The guard of the other court pointed at the guard who was stunned by the man in the cloak, and asked softly: They didn't want to bother with the guard of the Song Dynasty, but he was lying here, unsightly Also blocking the door of the other courtyard ...
Murong Xue glanced at the guard and said casually: "Is he dead or alive?"
The guard in the other court tried the guard's nose and arteries, and said lowly: "It's dead."
Murongxue sneered, she knew that the cloak man had exhausted all his strength, and whoever hit him died: "Let's lift the body to the side!"
"Yes!" The two guards responded with a deep voice, lifted the dead bodies one after the other, and walked behind the big tree, the thin guard's uniform was ripped apart, revealing a small piece of fair skin, vaguely. It's a bit dark ...
"Wait a minute!" Murongxue glared, hurried to the dead body, and stretched his hand to open his shirt, only to see a dark slap on his wide chest suddenly appeared ...
The dark palm slap in Murongxue's distant memory appeared and completely coincided with the slap in front of her. Her cold eyes narrowed sharply ...
"What's wrong with you?" Shaochen Ouyang stepped forward and looked at her inexplicably. After she left the pavilion, he followed, seeing that she and Song Shiren had the upper hand, and he didn't show up.
"I have seen this palm print." Murong Xue said lowly, his dark eyes flashing darkly.
"Where have you seen it?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her and asked softly.
"On my dad's body." Murong Xue paused.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Did you read right?"
"Absolutely can't be wrong!" Although Murong Xue was only four years old, Murong Yue's death was too miserable. The red and white scars and the dark palm print were deeply printed in her mind ... …
"Shizi, can you find out the identity of the man in black cloak?" Murong Xue looked up at Shaochen Ouyang, a little hope flashed in his cold eyes.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were low and he said lowly: "If I am not wrong, the man in black cloak should be Song Shizhong of the Song Mansion."
Murong Xue's eyes flicked: "Aren't he poisoned? How can he walk around?"
"There are a lot of detoxification masters in Nanjiang. Although he can't get rid of his poison, it is still possible to use some tricks to let him go out at a critical moment." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly.
Murong Xue nodded his understanding. Song Shizhong was in his thirties this year, and he was in his twenties ten years ago. It was a good age for battle in the battlefield. Murong Yue was killed in the battle. He should have participated!
Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "Your father's martial arts are strong, and the people of southern Xinjiang who can hit the poison palm with him. The martial arts are definitely not low. The official position in the army will not be too small. The barracks were the generals who led the army ten years ago. He was among the generals who led the soldiers to fight with your father. He was your father's enemies in all likelihood ... "
Murongxue's eyes are faint: after Murong Vietnam died in the battle, the small Murongye and Murongxue have been living in Zhenguo's Mansion. They have lived like a thin ice for ten years, they care for themselves, they revenge for him, they I did n’t even think about the two. She did n’t expect that she came to the capital of Nanjiang by accident, but she encountered the murderer who murdered Murong Yue ...