Abandoned Princess' Magic Book

Murong thousand light doubt, but nodded.

Yunran is suddenly in a dilemma, and with a move, Murong Qianqing's neck is fastened, "Murong Qianqing?"

Ask again.

Although do not understand, Murong thousand light is firm place nod, do not say a word.

Yunran's fingers are fastened, but they are slowly released.

"This is the end of the relationship between you and me. From then on, you are not allowed to say that I am your master."

"Yes."

There was no emotion in their conversation.

"I'll see you later, and you'll be enemies. But for the sake of saving me two years ago, I can walk around you three times without dying."

Body a stiff, Murong thousand light half sound, but again fixed answer, "yes."

"Go away!"

Murong Qian nodded lightly and flew away.

As soon as she left, Yunran suddenly turned her head and looked at the direction of Murong Qianqing's departure. She said, "Murong Qianqing, Murong Qianqing..."

In front of him suddenly appeared the explanation of the woman's frequent desperate situation, "if she is really Please do kill her

……

Although I don't know why the master suddenly changed his attitude towards her, Murong Qianqing leaped to the edge of the cliff and looked down, but he still whispered a thank you.

That's good.

Turning around, looking at the place where he fell off the cliff two years ago is still a desolate appearance without weeds. Murong Qianqing raised his feet without any nostalgia and walked towards Kyoto.

Eager for revenge, she almost trotted all the way to Kyoto. On the way, she suddenly heard the sound of weapons coming together. She turned around and looked around.

This place is exactly the route that he and his brother took to escape from the palace. It is extremely remote and deserted. How can there be such a voice in such a place?

In front of a forest, there are intermittent shouts of killing. Murong Qian pondered for a moment, let go of his feet, and ran at full speed.

After a while, she drove nearly three miles, and the shouts came closer.

Murong Qianqing raised his Qi to speed up again. After a while, he came out through the forest and came to the wilderness outside the forest. The light of sword Qi and knife was immediately reflected in his eyes. It seemed that more than ten people were fighting.

After a closer look, I was stunned. It turned out that the more than 300 people of these ten ethnic groups were only besieging a man in red. The man was dressed in a red robe, and the whole dress was only tied with a belt in the center. At this time, the clothes were a little messy, and the long and narrow fox like eyes were shining with a deep invisible light, Extremely deep, look at the people around, this is not the Secretary Youming who helped himself twice, but who is it?

Murong Qian narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the situation inside.

Under the high torch, the nine clans in the wilderness outside the forest are obviously people belonging to different guilds and sects. They are distributed in all directions in an orderly manner. They surround Si Youming in the center. They are sending people to join the siege with wheel tactics.

There are two or three pieces of blood stains on the exposed skin of Si Youming. Although he looks a little tired, he still acts like wind. Under the siege of seven or eight people, he can move forward and backward freely. A piece of software in his hand reflects the light of the torch, flashing constantly, and the blade is everywhere. There are always people who will suffer.

There are more than 100 corpses lying on the ground, of course, his masterpiece. However, the enemy's support is endless. If he can't break through the encirclement and escape, he will always be exhausted and die.

"When! When! When

The sword of Si Youming suddenly flourishes, and his sword moves forward. His momentum soars and whirls around. Two big men in grey clothes, who are against him, throw them into the air and add two horrible bones to the ground.

Immediately, there was the voice of a delicate female hand: "the second leader of the North Castle, please send someone to do it!"

One group of people immediately rescued four people, launched a set of soft and soft joint moves, just to escape Si Youming trapped in the original place.

Murong Qian followed the reputation and saw that the one who gave orders was a woman in white with beautiful hair and shoulders. She was well proportioned and graceful. Under the blazing fire, her eyebrows were slender into the temples. Her skin color was like jade and her face was like a picture. She was beautiful. Just like her, her nose was covered with a thin veil.

She was surrounded by female generals. Eight young women were majestic. They were all in yellow clothes with long swords on their backs, protecting her in the middle.

And she is obviously the commander-in-chief of planning this siege of Si Youming. Just by watching her mobilize people and blocking Si Youming properly, we can see that she is a powerful person.

The woman then said, "the second leader of the North Castle retreats, and the second and third uncles make up for it."

Most of the siege of Si Youming immediately retreated, and the other two middle-aged men in Tsing Yi immediately joined the battle circle, killing Si Youming even had no time to breathe.

Murong Qianqing looked at the situation in front of her, and the more she saw the situation, the more frightened she was. She practiced in Weiyang palace for two years, and her internal power and martial arts improved. But at this time, she saw that the besieging man's technique and sword technique were extremely exquisite, which was a martial art move she had never seen before!

She remembers that Si Youming's martial arts are immeasurable. She also remembers that Si Youming once said when she rescued her two years ago that thousands of soldiers were like ants in his eyes, but the martial arts of these clansmen were unfathomable, and the human class could not be commented on!In Weiyang palace, Murong Qianqing knows that the martial arts grade she once knew, the three grades of high school and low school are basically pediatrics. The world should be divided into ten grades. From one grade to ten grades, ten grades become gods, and they can live forever.

And the world's grade division is just in a product is divided into high school and low.

If you look at the people in front of you, they are all people above the second grade. If you take them out, you can serve as thousands of soldiers in the world. When you look at the corpses on the ground, you can see that Si Youming has been fighting for a long time. Under the attack of many people with grade 2 or above, what kind of products should Si Youming be?

Murong Qianqing continued to measure the past.

Si Youming's sword technique is subtle and subtle. He defends closely and enters through the gap. In a moment, two more people splash blood and fall to the ground. However, people who have a clear eye know that under the siege of 300 people, he has no spare power to break through the encirclement, so he can turn to the defensive position, hoping to prolong the time of being knocked down, and to save the soldiers for himself.

Murong thousand light eyes see Si Youming has not been long, the more frown more tight.

Suddenly, Si Youming heard a dull hum. Murong Qianqing saw that in the end he was weak. The people behind him took advantage of this opportunity to chop his shoulder.

Murong Qianqing knew that if she didn't go up to help, Si Youming's shoulder would be broken. She put her hand into her arms, took out her silver needle, used her internal power secretly, and shot it directly into the Han's hand. With a bang, the sword fell to the ground. Si Youming suddenly got out of his body, his eyes narrowed, and a sharp eye shot out. Murong Qianqing saw it Si Youming's blue veins protruded on his arm, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slashed down at the big man. The big man spattered blood from his shoulder to his abdomen, which made him covered with blood.

Casually took the sleeve to wipe the cheek, this rude action was made by Si Youming, but with a cold and arrogant, Si Youming coldly swept the people present, "who else?" The tone is gloomy and cold, at this time Si Youming's face is full of blood, just like the devil of hell, and the people around him have stepped back.

"The second uncle of Nian, the third uncle of Nian, don't be merciful, just go straight up!" The woman in white issued a command again.

For a moment, Si Youming fell into a bitter battle again.

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