Xia Siqiong held the little fox in her hand and struggled to open her eyes, which were covered in blood.
Through the faint blood mist, he saw that high-spirited figure.
Cold-blooded, arrogant, evil and cruel from the bottom of his heart.
His Ah Chu is so beautiful.
...
Under the leadership of Ye Gucheng, the shadow guards and soldiers of the Hou Mansion are about to fight with the elite archers of Zuodao Xia Mansion.
Before my eyes, I could see that there was going to be a river of blood and corpses everywhere.
Xia Shangshu's face was as pale as paper. The shadow guards of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion were not something that the Xia Mansion could compete with.
"Miss Ye San, if you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk it over. There's no need to do this!"
Xia Shangshu said anxiously: "If Si Qiong does something wrong, I, the father, will teach her a lesson. You and I are both from Chang'an, and it is against the rules of the clan to wield swords and guns."
Mrs. Xia echoed: "Yes, Miss Yue'er, massacring the Xia Mansion is a major crime against the nine clans. At least the clan must be convicted, right? That child Si Qiong has been ignorant since she was a child and has been used to doing whatever she wants.
, I’m still young now, so don’t take it to heart.”
"Yes, the child is still young..."
Chu Yue seemed to agree with Madam Xia's words, but her voice sounded as if it had been tempered with ice.
Mrs. Xia thought Chu Yue was moved, and her face immediately filled with a gentle smile.
However, the girl's next words made her soul tremble!
"Then it should be chopped into pieces."
Chu Yue shouted coldly: "Anyone who stops me tonight will die!"
Mrs. Xia's face turned pale.
"Butcher!"
One word, simple, crude, bloody and terrifying.
Ye Gucheng pulled out a crescent-moon sickle that was as red as blood, and countless shadow guards began to fight!
At this moment, an extremely powerful aura covered the entire left path of Chang'an, and actually contained the shadow guards and soldiers of the Hou Mansion.
Ye Gucheng held the sickle in his hand and frowned slightly.
That pressure was like a heavy and majestic mountain collapsing from the top!
"The capital of Chang'an is a sacred place, so don't be arrogant!"
High in the sky late at night, a powerful voice sounded like a loud bell.
Cheng Hongshan lowered his head and said to himself: "The eighth level warrior...he is...the lord of the clan, Master Yun!"
The Zongfu is in charge of the legal civilization of Chang'an City. From the royal family to the common people, everything is under the jurisdiction of the Zongfu.
And Master Yun Tianya Yun, who is in charge of the sect, is the sect’s Master Yun, an eighth-level warrior!
In Lingtian Continent, warriors are the basis of national power among the vassal states, and the order of hierarchy is based on the number of warriors.
Among them, the ninth level warriors, and the sixth level warrior realm is the dividing line. Those who can reach the sixth level are all high-level warriors.
But the warriors at the eighth and ninth levels are at the pinnacle of martial arts, they are extremely proficient, and they have a decisive position in every vassal state.
Because it is possible for them to break through the samurai!
The moonlight was clear and bright, and the gentle breeze blew gently, bringing out the coolness of late autumn.
Chu Yue stood on the wolf's spine, looking proud and cool.
She raised her head slightly, and saw under the black clouds and white moon, a pure gold carriage, carried forward by a snow-colored horse.
The groom was a beautiful woman in a purple dress, with a frosty face and an icy body.
A ghostly wind came and lifted the gauze curtain of the carriage.
Chu Yue saw that sitting on the cushions of the carriage was a middle-aged man wearing a green python robe with gray-white temples, who was calm and self-respecting.
This person is the eighth level warrior, Yun Tianya!
This is the strength of a high-level warrior. In just one breath, he can control hundreds of her shadow guards!