Xiang Shaolong's eyes were so angry that he screamed: "Ling'er!"

Zi Ling had a sweet smile on her lips and said, "Xiang Lang, Ling'er will take a step first. Even if she dies tonight, Ling'er will never regret it in this life. Meeting Xiang Lang in this life is the happiest thing for Ling'er in this life."

Then he used all his last strength and stretched forward. His white red lips gently kissed Xiang Shaolong's mouth, and he could no longer hold on and fainted, not knowing life and death.

Xiang Shaolong was inexplicably sad and angry, and roared angrily to the sky. The flying rainbow sword turned into cold lights, and his whole body was shrouded in the sword light. He was desperate to kill Xiao Wei Mou. He knew that if there was no accident, it would be a situation of ten deaths tonight, and his lover died tragically, so he was completely thrown out.

Xiao Wei Mou shouted like a thunderbolt, and the heavy sword was like a heavy axe, from top to bottom, smashing Xiang Shaolong's body.

When they fought again, the archers hiding in the dark stopped shooting. The remaining seven or eight swordsmen had no intention of fighting for the gentleman. After Wei Mou took action, they all rushed up.

clang!!

When the two swords fought each other, another trembling sound was heard. As the saying goes, Xiang Shaolong, who was afraid of being stunned, was afraid of being desperate, putting life and death aside, exerted his strength and even knocked Xiao Wei Mou back several steps.

He didn't care about the long sword that was stabbed around him, and focused his whole body on Xiao Wei Mou. Before Xiao Wei Mou could react, he stabbed another stab and directly cut a shocking blood mark on Xiao Wei Mou's chest. He was stabbed with two swords on his body, and blood splattered out.

Xiao Wei Mou was stunned at first, then furious and roared: "You are looking for death!" He did not leave any moves and killed him.

Xiang Shaolong blocked the left and right frame, but he was outnumbered after all. After trying hard to kill nine people and seriously injured more than ten people, he himself was injured by more than ten swords, his body was covered in blood and blood, his energy was exhausted, and he had no power to fight back.

With a crisp sound of jingling, Xiao Wei Mou kicked the Feihong Sword in his hand away with one foot, and the long sword suddenly slashed, and the cold light cut through the night sky. Xiang Shaolong's head was cut off.

Xiao Wei Mou spat fiercely, picked up Xiang Shaolong's head, packed it and took it away.

He glanced at Zi Ling and the arrow was just shot on her shoulder. If it were a warrior who was killed on the battlefield, it would not be a big injury at all. That is, this delicate beauty who had never experienced the battlefield and had not trained much would faint.

Xiao Wei Moutie smiled evilly, shook the package wrapped in Xiang Shaolong's head in his hand, and said, "Xiang Shaolong, I keep my word. I will definitely take good care of you, and I will take care of her to death, hahaha..."

Amid the laughter, his palm flipped, and Zi Ling had been removed and carried her on his shoulders.

A man beside Wei Mou immediately flattered and said, "Sir, this is such a beauty. Should I cure her first?..."

Xiao Wei Mou's eyes showed an extremely strong evil and violent look, and he laughed: "Didn't you hear me clearly? I just want to take care of her to death. With me here, there is no need for treatment. I am the best healing medicine in the world!"

Several people around him quickly flattered. Xiao Wei Mou waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go to Xinlingjun's mansion and catch the princess of Zhao. Don't think about the princess who falls on Fu Du's hands, but if it falls on my hands, everyone will have a share after I taste it!"

Xiao Wei Mou carried Zi Ling on his shoulders, and the group was about to leave, when suddenly, a cold light broke through the air.

Xiao Wei Mou's expression changed in horror. He decisively threw away the package containing Xiang Shaolong's head. With a backhand, he pulled the two behind him as his scapegoats. With two muffled sounds, the skulls of the two broke and fell silently to the ground.

"who?!"

Xiao Wei Mou shouted, turned around immediately, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he saw Ye Feng in white clothes.

hiss!

Seeing this person, his body trembled slightly. The fear the person in front of him brought him was too terrifying, and this was completely an instinctive reaction of the body. Even if he knew that he could not show weakness, he still couldn't help himself.

Before Wei Mou could speak, Ye Feng, who had just come out of the palace, glanced at the headless corpse on the ground and sighed softly.

Logically speaking, the two of them were both time travelers and had been together for a long time. The relationship between them should be good, but Xiang Shaolong was distant because of Ye Feng's modern weapons that far surpassed his time. He subconsciously stayed away from Ye Feng and kept a certain distance at all times.

Ye Feng is neither a person with a sacred Virginity nor a person with bloodthirsty murder. If Xiang Shaolong told everything, Ye Feng would take action regardless of whether he asked for Ye Feng's help or not. But he was still very confident. At the same time, he also secretly had the intention of using Ye Feng to attract Xinling Jun, Long Yang Jun and others, so Ye Feng would be even more unlikely to touch his cold butt with a warm face, so this scene happened.

In the original plot, if it weren't for Xiang Shaolong's love to challenge Ji Yanran, Ji Yanran took action with justice in the critical moment, Xiang Shaolong should also die. Looking at the young beauty carrying Wei Mou on his shoulders, Ye Feng immediately understood everything, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's really the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. Who can the heaven spare? Death under the peony flowers, and being a ghost is romantic. You are finally dead in the way of love now. This is the principle of heaven."

Xiao Wei Mou narrowed his eyes and said, "Ye Feng, there is no business of you here, so you'd better not interfere!"

Ye Feng said lightly: "You are all ready to deal with Princess Zhao, and they still say it has nothing to do with me? Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

Xiao Wei Mou's face changed, and he knew that things could not be good anymore, and shouted: "Ye Feng, you just rely on your own magic gun. If you really have the ability, you will fight me one-on-one! Isn't you afraid?"

"good!"

Ye Feng's figure flashed suddenly. He, who was already ten feet away, was close to him after two breaths.

Xiao Wei Mou's face changed drastically, and immediately knew that he was wrong. He cursed the talisman in his heart. What the hell are you? Is your strength similar to yours? You are far worse! He immediately turned his wrist and blocked Zi Ling in front of him, shouting: "Don't come over, come over again, I will kill..."

A sneer rang out: "If you want to kill, you can kill me, why are there so many nonsense?! I don't know her, can you threaten me by just catching someone on the street? Idiot!"

choke!

A crisp sword roar suddenly sounded, and the sharp sword light suddenly lit up, like Qinghong, flashing a few moments, and the few people who were originally alive were killed by Ye Feng.

Xiao Wei Mou roared and pushed Zi Ling to Ye Feng.

Swish!

A sharp and bright cold light broke through the air, and a phantom flashed. Ye Feng was already several feet in front of Xiao Wei Mou. The air seemed to be torn apart. He only heard a crisp sound. Before he could react, he could hear the sound of his skull shattering.

You are almost the same!
Chapter completed!