The sword flashed, blood was dripping.

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shocking.

Blood squirted on the cloak behind Qingge, and some splashed on her face. Her pale face, scarlet blood, and her sad and beautiful appearance seemed to be a charming time.

She stood up, dragged the blood-stained Ming Wang sword, approaching Yexue step by step. Yexue looked at Qingge in horror, and panic suddenly surged in her heart, and she couldn't help but retreat a little.

"Rareless, stop!"

The shout sounded, Qingge stopped and turned his eyes to look. Bei Yueming walked over with people. He sat on a tall horse, his black long-distance running set off his pure jade and majestic weapon. His eyes were filled with anger when he looked at Qingge.

Qingge sneered, silent, approaching the snow at night.

Ye Xue would come to her to ask for the Moon Eclipse Cauldron. How could Bei Yueming not know? He probably wanted Ye Xue to come, and maybe he could get the Moon Eclipse Cauldron. If he got the Moon Eclipse Cauldron, his reputation would definitely be high when he returned to Bei Yue this time, but he didn't expect Qingge to take such merciless face.

If Ye Xue died, he would not say that the princes and nobles would laugh at him for not even protecting his own women. Emperor Bei Yue would be disappointed with him, and I am afraid that the Ye family's barrier would be difficult to get through.

So, Ye Xue must not be in trouble!

Qingge stood in front of Yexue and stopped, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips. She turned her eyes to Bei Yueming. Bei Yueming breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, thinking Qingge really could listen to him.

However, Qingge suddenly withdrew his gaze. The Mingwang sword in his hand ruthlessly entered Ye Xue's shoulder blade, and the sword penetrated from behind him. Ye Xue's body trembled, trying to instill spiritual energy to counterattack. Qingge's eyes were fast and his hands were quick and the divine beast was agile. He suddenly pulled out the Mingwang sword and then inserted the Mingwang sword straight into the ground. His palms were supported on the Mingwang sword, and his body flew up and kicked Ye Xue's face. Ye Xue flew backwards like a scarecrow. Seeing Ye Xue was about to hit a tree, Bei Yueming flew out and caught Ye Xue in the air.

He hugged Ye Xue, whose upper body was stained with blood, and looked at Qingge's eyes filled with resentment, "Didn't you hear me?"

"Little Prince, this is not Beiyue, it's not your turn to be arrogant." Qingge pulled off a piece of cloth from a dead guard, and slowly wiped the blood from Mingwang Daodao's body.

Bei Yueming's sword eyebrows were slightly frowning, and the girl in front of him seemed a little familiar, and she overlapped with the figure in her memory, and it was so similar...

The girl's face, which was wiping blood among a pile of dead bodies, was like Leng Shuang, like a demon under the eighteenth floor of purgatory, solemn, bloody, ruthless and cold.

"Prince, I'm fine." Ye Xue, who was lying in Bei Yueming's arms, was covered in blood, pale and terrifying, and extremely weak.

Bei Yueming looked down at Ye Xue with heartache. In an instant, he threw the figure in his mind and cursed in his heart.

Even if the birthmark of the waste is gone, it is just a waste.

He was actually thinking about a waste...

Bei Yueming is a person who cherishes flowers, a person who cherishes beauty, and a person who pays attention to face. Compared to worrying about Ye Xue's injuries, he is even more jealous of others who can't protect his woman. He is angry from his heart. Bei Yueming immediately stretches out his hand, and a red phosphorus sword suddenly appears in his hand. The sword flower is lightly pulled, and the sharp blade cuts through the sky and points to Qingge.

Accompanied by the man's cold voice, a red light exploded at the tip of the sword, like a firework, "Wu Ming, Ye Xue is the fourth lady of the Ye family, my fiancée, you dare to hurt her..."

"What's wrong with hurting her?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

Bei Yueming frowned and turned his head unhappily to look at the person who was talking. Two men walked slowly from a distance, one wearing a snow-white long suit and the other wearing a blue suit, as beautiful as jade and as handsome as this.

Gu Yue, Mei Qingchen...

The person who spoke just now was Mei Qingchen.

Mei Qingchen walked to Qingge's side, held Qingge's hand directly, his fingers intertwined, and his black hair rose.

Bei Yueming held Ye Xue in one hand and the red phosphorus sword in the other. He looked at Qingge and the two of them holding each other, and felt particularly dazzling, and the color of his pupils was darker.

"Get out."

After falling three words, Mei Qingchen turned around and walked into the bamboo wooden house with Qingge's hand. Bei Yueming's face turned pale and furious. He shook his wrist and suddenly a blood blade rushed out of the red phosphorus sword in his hand, attacking Qingge and Mei Qingchen and the other two.

Qingge lowered his eyes, his eye wings trembled slightly, and murderous aura suddenly appeared in his pupils.

Mei Qingchen smiled, the spring breeze was not drunk, he held Qingge's hand tightly, and blood seemed to appear in his eyes. The blood blade suddenly disappeared behind Mei Qingchen and the others. Bei Yueming's face was suddenly slapped in the air. Five finger marks appeared on Bei Yueming's face, and blood was faintly exposed. The jade crown with his hair was cracked, and the black hair fell down, with a unique charm.

"Your father dares not touch my people, let alone you?"

Mei Qingchen held Qingge's hand with his back facing Bei Yueming, and his words were less gentle than before, and more sharp. "I don't want to get my hands dirty if I don't kill you. Let me see you attack Wuming, this is the end."

Mei Qingchen swung his other hand quickly, and his slender hands were clearly skeletons as white as jade. However, a big tree next to him rose from the ground and suddenly exploded in the air, turning into white smoke and powder.

At this time, Mei Qingchen and the others had already walked into the bamboo wooden house. Gu Yue looked at Bei Yueming and followed.

"Little Prince, the major empires and mercenary circles have been in peace. The meeting of the four dynasties is about to come, and undercurrents of forces from all sides are surging. You should take care of yourself."

Tu Lieyun stood with his hands behind his back, and was not angry but powerful when he spoke, solemn and ashamed, "I will say it again, Wuming is my distinguished guest, who dares to touch her? Even if I, Tu Lieyun, exhaust everything, will kill him under the knife, even if the other party is a prince..."

Bei Yueming's palm trembled slightly, and the red phosphorus sword almost landed on the ground. He was very puzzled. What is the origin of Wuming? The guest of the Colosseum, the distinguished guest of the Lieyun Mercenary Group, and the inheritor of the Moon Eclipse Cauldron...

Like a fan.

And what is she good about it that makes so many people go crazy.

Beiyue couldn't meditate, and Ye Xue couldn't understand it either. Since she knew Wuming, her arrogance as a proud daughter of heaven seemed to be trampled on the soles of her feet.

She raised her hand with difficulty, and her hands were covered with blood, so red and so dazzling.

Ye Xue's eyes were full of resentment, and women's jealousy had always been very strong, especially for a proud woman, Ye Xue was no exception.

"Prince, let's go back." Ye Xue was as angry as a flies, and her voice was like a mosquito and flies.

"But your injury." Bei Yueming looked down at Ye Xue, quite angry, "That woman is really a vicious and scorpion-hearted. You are my future princess. How can I make you swallow your anger?"

Ye Xue smiled, her eyes blurred, "Prince, if you say this, I will not regret it even if I die."

Bei Yueming's eyes trembled, and he looked helplessly at the bamboo wooden house where Tu Lieyun and others, Qingge and others were and the shaking bamboo door. He gritted his teeth. Bei Yueming jumped onto the war horse in his arms, which had lost too much blood, and left in the dust.

The turbulent coming and the depression going. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!