He is the monarch who belongs to the supreme glory, but the land under his feet and the people behind him admire him is not him, but another man, the man holding a machete and killing all directions.
How could the Northern Yue Emperor allow such a thing to happen?
It turned out that the pure heart began to hide, twist, curl up on the dragon chaise of the nine-level palace, and became endless murderous intent.
At that time, he admired him.
Later, he wanted to kill him, desperate.
However, he hasn't lost yet!
A smirk appeared on the face of Emperor Beiyue. He had already made the worst plan and thought of a way to deal with it.
"North Moon Emperor."
On the eaves, Dongling Cod pursed his lips and said, "Princess Xixun, Xin Wanjun, died in the four dynasties. Everyone was able to see the battle that day. The battle was fierce and the battle was never stopped. If Xin Wanjun did not die, the one who died would be Qingge.
What's more, in the four dynasties over the years, people have more or less died in the arena. Which of these people is not the grandson of the major empires? But who has ever asked about the crime?"
Although he talks a lot, he is cold in his temperament, speaks slowly and reasonably, and speaks well.
"In addition, Qingge is Princess Anguo of Beiyue and the third lady of the Ye family, one of the aristocratic families."
After pausing, Dongling Ge said again: "This is the first time I have seen the emperor turning his elbow out. It's really amazing."
"Would Ye Qingge be considered guilty of killing the prince of the dynasty?" Emperor Beiyue said angrily.
Dongling Ge smiled, "The emperor is so angry that he has no independent thoughts. The little prince Bei Yueming gave Qingge the poison of the seven emotions, and wanted to do something wrong, and his heart was obvious. The emperor did not comfort Anguo County well.
The Lord’s emotions turned out to be blamed by Princess Anguo, which is really not right.”
The Northern Yue Emperor almost vomited a mouthful of old blood. How could he not have noticed that the prince of Dongling, who was a little singular, could speak bloody and speak sharply before.
He was killed, and he had to comfort the murderer? He had to ask if your hands hurt?
Although he set up a plan to kill Bei Yueming, that was indirect after all, and unknown to everyone, Ye Qingge was the direct killer.
"No one can resist the poison of the Seven Birds."
Emperor Beiyue said: "Looking at Princess Anguo's complexion, I don't look like I'm infected with love poison."
"Princess Anguo has a strange treasure and is extremely powerful, and always gives people surprises. What is the poison of the seven birds?" The one who took the conversation was Mu Qi. On the horse, Mu Qi held the reins with both hands and turned to Qingge to lightly look down.
A smile.
Not to mention the origin of the flame dragon in the Grand Canyon, he and Zhan Qiu faced each other in the four dynasties. At the critical moment, if Qingge hadn't rushed to the competition and saved him, I'm afraid that the rest of his life would have been really
It's a joke for a useless person.
Two times of thrillingness, the girl in front of him pulled him.
He Mu Qi is a grateful person. He should repay the kindness of a drop of water, let alone save his life.
Qingge didn't know what Dongling Cod spoke for her, but she knew that Mu Qi was sincere. Although the two were not friends of life and death, they had their own opinions on the bonds and fate trajectory of the relationship.
"Okay, you guys are very good!"
The Northern Yue Emperor laughed in anger and his face turned red.
He suddenly looked at everyone with fierce eyes and gave an order, "Give me all the blame, bring the sinner Ye Qingge into the dungeon and ask for the killing!"
Five thousand dead soldiers rushed past the Northern Yue Emperor, and their swords were tense. Ye, Mo, and Xiao Beiyue all took out weapons. Tu Lieyun waved his hand and all the people from the Lieyun Mercenary Group showed up.
Sword.
The mercenaries in the mercenary group were all strong men, and they valued love and righteousness. They followed each other all the way, making them regard Qingge as their own people.
Even if I die today for him, I will not regret it.
Mo Xie releases spiritual energy, the thirteenth level of the innate nature.
Wuxie Sword was revealed, and he suddenly rushed out. Among the dead soldiers, he was a decisive god of killing and decisive battles. His red clothes were like fire, raging. Under Wuxie Sword, only blood was scattered and corpses were piled up.
Qingge has never seen such a murderous Mo Xie. It is not only in her memory, but also in the impression of the world, and even in history books. The Xie son of the Mo family has always been a person with a personality, dare to love and dare to
Hate, the mirror, flowers, water and moon are a dream, and when it is ethereal and empty, it is another drunkenness.
He sacrificed his head and sprinkled his blood. He looked at the sky with a sword. His thin body could carry a piece of the sky and bring warm spring to the women behind him.
"Grandpa, if the emperor insists on Qingge's death, we must kill him to end this fierce battle." Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingcheng walked forward and said.
Ye Qingtian lowered his eyebrows and eyes, sighed helplessly, and turned to a strong murderous intent, "He forced us."
He could not protect his son who only knew his brotherhood and his granddaughter. Even if he had to live, he would have to protect him well.
"You will be safe with your brother."
Ye Wuhen's wide figure blocked the moonlight like a hook. Ye Wuhen reached out and rubbed Qingge's head, and then turned around to join the battle.
Qingge saw that the man she called his brother had no sword or sword on his hands, but when the pale and slender hands reached out, the dead man who was attacking him immediately had his head differently, and his hands broke.
The bones of countless people.
He walked forward without hesitation, and his noble and elegant figure seemed to be flowers blooming by the Wangchuan River.
The dead soldiers behind him grinned in pain. Their arms were removed by the man's bare hands and their necks were tilted. Although they were still alive, they were not as good as death.
Ye Wuhen clamped the neck of a dead soldier in front of him, and the dead soldier raised the sword in his hand and was about to stab Ye Wuhen's eyes.
As the spiritual energy surged, Ye Wuhen smiled evilly, and his smile was buried in the dark and quiet night.
He suddenly raised his eyes, and a bloodthirsty lamp was lit in the dark pupils. When the long sword was about to pierce his eyes, Ye Wuhen suddenly kicked his kneecap.
This kick was comparable to a sword. The sound of bone shattering sounded, and the sword slid from the hands of the deceased soldier and screamed in pain.
The next moment, Ye Wuhen clamped the death warrior's neck and the hand placed on the Dead Warrior's Tianling cover suddenly twisted hard. A "click" sound rang out, and the death warrior's neck was Ye Wuhenkan.
Can break.
Throwing the dead soldier's body on the ground, Ye Wuhen clapped his hands gently, took out a rose handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped away the dust in his hand.
At this time, another wave of dead soldiers came.
They surrounded Ye Wuhen from all directions, and raised the sword in their hands high and slashed towards Ye Wuhen.
Ye Wuhen stood under countless swords, with murderous aura above his head. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes were filled with waves, his pupils were deep and unsightly, and he was as stern as the cold wind, passing by since late winter.
Outside the battlefield, Qingge was protected by Ye Qingtian. She looked at Ye Wuhen, who was in danger, and her heart seemed to tremble.
She didn't want Ye Wuhen to be injured.
Although she knew that Ye Wuhen was hiding very deeply, his strength was more than that.
But I still can't stop worrying.
Chapter completed!