[69 Book Bar - www.] "Beiming Lingyun, others don't seem to appreciate your kindness." Sima Yiqing's mocking tone had a hint of sourness.

Why, the person she likes always has her heart attached to Leng Wuxin.

Thinking of this, Sima Yi suddenly looked at Leng Wuxin with eyes that were filled with hatred as if they were quenched with poison.

"Wuxin, I'm sorry, I hope you don't blame me."

Beiming Lingyun smiled bitterly and finished speaking in a sad and apologetic voice. With a wave of his hand, five hundred dead soldiers quickly stepped forward, held their swords in front of them, and cooperated with each other to block the back door of Yuelai Inn.

"Wuxie, go on." Leng Wuxin took off the baggage on his body and threw it towards Hua Wuxie.

With a sharp look in her eyes, murderous aura shot out from her whole body, and her shiny black hair danced wildly in the cold wind.

With a thought, she held a purple sword in her hand and said something in her mouth.

"The great God of the Snow Clan, with my soul as your power, please give me infinite power."

When the spell fell, three thousand black hairs were white and fluttering in the wind. The surrounding air became even colder, and the biting cold wind blew through like a sharp knife, causing pain to people's faces.

"Phantom clone technique." A cold shout broke out.

Leng Wuxin's figure strangely split into two, then two into four...it didn't stop until it split into seventy-two figures.

"Leng Wuxin, you, you monster."

It was the first time she saw such a weird thing. Sima Yiqing's face changed as she was sitting on the horse. She couldn't calm down anymore. She pointed at one of the figures casually. She didn't know which figure was Leng Wuxin's true body.

, horror mixed with a hint of fear.

At this moment, Sima Yiqing finally understood why none of the more than a thousand dead soldiers she sent out that day in the Western Mountains of Tianlan Kingdom survived and failed to eradicate Leng Wuxin.

Among the five hundred dead soldiers, there were many experienced people. The moment they saw Leng Wuxin's clone, they were extremely horrified.

"Is this the legendary phantom clone technique?"

With this thought in his mind, Leng Wuxin's next words clarified his confusion.

"Beiming Lingyun, have you seen the power of the Phantom Clone Technique? Do you want to give in or not?" The cold voice was filled with absolute murderous intent.

If you give in, you will live; if you don’t give in, one word will mean death!

Beiming Lingyun raised a wry smile on his lips, waved his hand and said, "Everyone, step aside and let them pass."

"Prince Yun, forgive us for not obeying your order. The Emperor has an order, and the fragments of He's wall must be recovered." The leader of the dead warriors held his head high, showing a sense of arrogance. He had the emperor's orders, and he only obeyed the orders of Emperor Xian Yue, Bei

Ming Lingyun can't command them yet.

"Why!"

Helplessness turned into a sigh.

Beiming Lingyun retreated to the rear, originally wanting to save the lives of these dead soldiers and preserve some strength for the Xianyue royal family. After all, it would take at least ten or eight years to train these dead soldiers.

"Come on." His voice was as heavy as a lead weight, and he waved his hand feebly to order.

Before Beiming Lingyun put down his hand, Leng Wuxin was moved.

As soon as she moved, seventy-two figures followed her, and with tacit cooperation, they formed the most elite and powerful team.

Seventy-two rays of purple light pierced the sky and entered among the five hundred dead soldiers.

Similarly, Bing, Feng Xiye and Hua Wuxie also moved. They each waved their weapons. When the sword was raised and dropped, one of them would be killed.

In an instant, the world was filled with blood and the situation was completely one-sided.

Heavy snow was flying in the sky, falling to the ground silently.

On the horseback, Sima Yiqing's face became increasingly gloomy. Only at this moment did she truly see how powerful Leng Wuxin was. At this moment, her heart trembled with fear when she thought of Xue Wu's death by her hands.

"Everyone, stand down and let them go."

In just one stick of incense, more than half of the five hundred dead soldiers were killed or injured. How could Beiming Lingyun not feel distressed? He gave orders repeatedly. These were dead soldiers carefully trained by the Xianyue royal family.

Looking at the dead soldiers falling one after another around him, with blood shining in his eyes, how could he believe Beiming Lingyun's order?

"Hu Quan, you know you are outmatched, do you want everyone to die here?" Beiming Lingyun shouted angrily.

Hu Quan, this time the tie of the dead soldier. Seeing his brothers fall in a pool of blood one by one, he was also very reluctant to give up. However, Emperor Xianyue gave him a secret order this time, vowing to fight to the death to recapture the fragments of He's wall, and he was helpless.

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Another stick of incense passed, and the number of the five hundred dead soldiers was less than a hundred. The white snow under the feet had already been dyed bright red, and the cold air was filled with blood.

"Anyone who blocks the road will be killed without mercy. Anyone who doesn't want to die will get out of my way."

Leng Wuxin opened his mouth, and seventy-two voices sounded at the same time, with blood-colored ferocity, resounding throughout the world.

Her seventy-two figures, including her true body, protected Feng Xiye, Bing and Hua Wuxie among them, and approached the remaining dead soldiers.

It's not because he doesn't have the ability to deal with these dead soldiers, but because he wants to repay Beiming Lingyun for drawing the topographic map of Crescent Moon Palace.

There is no family affection in the royal family.

If none of the dead soldiers survive, Beiming Lingyun will definitely be jealous of Emperor Xianyue after returning to Yuecheng, and all his previous efforts will be in vain.

Feng Xiye seemed to have read through Leng Wuxin's thoughts. He moved out of the protective circle as fast as lightning, and his target was Beiming Lingyun on horseback. The Brahma-Japanese sword with golden light flashed on Beiming Lingyun's neck.

superior.

However, Beiming Lingyun did not make any resistance and allowed the Brahma Sun Golden Sword in Feng Xiye's hand to be driven around his neck.

"Put down your weapons and step aside, or I will let the blood of your Royal Highness, King Yun, spill here." The cold threatening voice passed through the heavy snow, forcing the remaining dead soldiers to put down their weapons.

, obediently stepped aside and made way.

Feeling that his physical strength was a little exhausted, Leng Wuxin did not dare to continue using the Phantom Clone Technique. Seventy-two figures merged into one, and Leng Wuxin's snowy hair gradually turned back to a bright black color.

Her strange figure flashed, moving towards Sima Yiqing's direction as fast as the wind. She turned her wrist and saw a few purple lights flashing across her.

"ah!"

A shrill scream came from Sima Yiqing's mouth, piercing the eardrums.

Then, Sima Yiqing fell off the horse, and her wrists were already dripping with blood. The bright red blood flowed out and dyed the snow-white cloak on her body red.

Then, two more purple lights flashed past, and Sima Yiqing's feet were hit by two more swords. Blood flowed, and the hamstrings had been severed.

But this was far from enough to relieve the hatred in Leng Wuxin's heart. She took out a black pill from her arms, her eyes were as cold as Yama, and she squatted down, the corners of her lips raised coldly, cold and bloodthirsty.

She held Sima Yiqing's chin with one hand and stuffed the black pill into Sima Yiqing's mouth.

"You, what did you feed me?" Sima Yiqing's eyes were full of fear, and the severe pain on her body made her worse than death.

"You killed Xue Wu, and I won't let you die. The pill just now will slowly rot the skin of your body inch by inch, and you will die slowly only when the bones are exposed. Haha.

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