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"Are you looking for me?" The voice of the ethereal shocked the man in black, and raised his eyes sharply. A pose of heavenly appearance he had never seen was close at hand, and the surprise and stunning in his eyes appeared simultaneously. There is such a beautiful woman in the world.

Su Zimo's face was chuckling before the change. Between the sparklers, Su Zimo had pinched the neck of the man in black.

"Say, where are your people?"

Suddenly, Su Zimo found that the look of the man in black was a bit wrong.

Vigorously let go of the man in black, and the man in black softened and fell towards the ground.

Su Zimo knew that he had committed suicide by biting the poison in his mouth.

Su Zimo took a bite of her lower lip, turned around, summoned the fire Phoenix, released the purple butterfly, and chased Su Qing to eliminate them. Today, she will not let them escape, but to end their old nest together.

In Qinyuan Building, Yang Qingqing seemed to know that Mu Yunxuan would come, sitting quietly in the restaurant and drinking tea waiting for Mu Yunxuan.

Mu Yunxuan entered the restaurant, ten people in black, but did not stop Mu Yunxuan.

Just arrived at the stairs on the second floor, Mu Yunxuan caught a glimpse of Yang Qingqing in a red dress.

"I didn't expect you to come so slowly?"

Yang Qingqing said lightly, squinting at Mu Yunxuan.

There are two women standing next to her, one of whom is Qian Hui.

"Even if this seat is coming slowly, today is your death."

Mu Yunxuan's cold tone shot directly at Yang Qingqing's heart, in that tone, all disdain.

Facing such cold eyes, Yang Qingqing's complexion changed slightly, his body stagnated slightly, and his hands clenched into fists.

Even Qianhui was shocked by Mu Yunxuan's breath. He looked at Mu Yunxuan nervously and didn't dare to take care of it.

The angular Jun's face was full of murderous intentions.

"Mu Yunxuan, you are hiding so well! The owner of this palace has been looking for the Nether Palace for so many years, but there is no clue whatsoever, but you never dreamed that you are the owner of the Nether Palace."

Yang Qingqing said in a word, she can't force the ghost sword in Mu Yunxuan's hands today, and she also found out the truth of the matter. Mu Yunxuan is the great disciple of Qin Mantian, the master of the Nether Palace, Qin Mantian, you It's really hidden!

Yang Qingqing sneered, but it was more heartache. During her life, Yang Qingqing was obsessed with love, mad for love, and hated because of love.

"It's not too late to know now, it will make you understand."

Mu Yunxuan's face was indifferent, and Yang Qingqing guessed the identity of the Nether Palace. He was not surprised at all. The master was in Sanqing Mountain. Yang Qingqing's people must have found it.

Hearing Mu Yunxuan's own confession, Yang Qingqing was angry and upset.

"What a mean man, Qin Mantian, can he not find out in this way?"

Yang Qingqing roared excitedly, and a deep hatred filled her head.

Suddenly there was a painful scene in my mind.

"Yang Qingqing, even if Huan Er is dead, I will never look at you. In my heart, you will never be better than Huan Er, you will never be better than Huan Er."

The ruthless words in his mind put Yang Qingqing on the verge of collapse.

"Qin Mantian, Yang Qingqing is not as good as Gu Yuhuan, why are you doing this to me?"

Yang Qingqing said sadly to himself.

When Qianhui heard it, he secretly said it was not good! When the palace master remembered the past, his emotions would get out of control.

"Palace, are you okay?" Qianhui quickly asked Yang Qingqing, and wanted to remind Yang Qingqing that Mu Yunxuan was still here.

"No revenge, how can I have something wrong?" Yang Qing smiled coldly and looked up at Mu Yunxuan.

"The Lord of the Palace killed you, and then kill Qin Mantian."

Yang Qingqing patted the table fiercely and flew to attack Mu Yunxuan. The first-order repair of the Saint Xuan period was very powerful. When Mu Yunxuan avoided, the tables and chairs behind Mu Yunxuan had become powder.

"You are whimsical, you will never have a chance to see my master again."

Mu Yunxuan said gloomily, suddenly remembering something, a radian of coldness evoked from his lips.

"The chips you want to use to threaten my master are useless."

Fiercely, Yang Qingqing looked at Mu Yunxuan unbelievably, did they all know? No, it's impossible. No one knew about her before that one.

Mu Yunxuan looked at it and was sure that he had guessed most of it. At this moment, he had no hesitation, and Mo Er was still waiting for him?

His right hand slammed out, and the ghost sword was already in his hand.

Seeing the ghost sword, Yang Qingqing's pupils shrank fiercely, and all the speculations in her heart were confirmed one by one.

Mu Yunxuan has made up his mind that he will not make concessions repeatedly. This time, Yang Qingqing must die.

"Come on, Mu Yunxuan, let the master of this palace teach you the power of the ghost sword."

Yang Qingqing shouted, holding the sword in his hand and flew towards Mu Yunxuan.

Mu Yunxuan snorted and said sarcastically, "I can't help it."

"Bang ...!" When the two swords collided, Yang Qingqing's right arm numbed, but the sword broke in half instantly. Yang Qingqing looked at the other cut sword in his hands in disbelief.

Qian Hui's body also shuddered. This Mu Yunxuan really deserves its reputation. That look was astonishing, and the thunder and lightning hit it.

Yang Qingqing reacted, throwing away the broken sword in his hand, and said coldly, "Huh! The ghost sword really cut iron like mud."

Yang Qingqing's eyes condense, and a red light condenses in his hand. Red light is saved like a sharp sword, hitting Mu Yunxuan with the wind and rain.

Mu Yunxuan smiled coldly, raised the ghost sword, and handled Yang Qingqing's red virtual sword freely.

When Yang Qingqing looked at such a Mu Yunxuan, he gradually felt the gap between himself and Mu Yunxuan. This Mu Yunxuan's cultivation was promoted again.

Feeling this, Yang Qingqing's eyes were frightened, no wonder Yuer would die in her hands so soon.

"All for the Lord of the Palace."

As soon as Yang Qingqing ordered, Qianhui pulled out his sword, and there was a black masked man flocking all around.

Mu Yunxuan gave Yang Qingqing an ironic glance, and instantly released the first-order repair of the Xuanwu order.

"Hmm ..." The man had fallen for Mu Yunxuan's side.

"Ah!" Yang Qingqing's eyes were stagnant, she shook her head unbelievably, looked at the people all over the floor, spit blood, and she couldn't stop shaking.

"Mu Yunxuan, you ..." Yang Qingqing was so surprised that he couldn't even say a word, Mu Yunxuan could release such great power.

"This seat has said that today is your death. Don't think about letting people from outside to answer you. Your shadow guards have long been solved by our two sons."

Hearing that Yang Qingqing's face was as earthy as Qian Hui's eyes flashed with fear.

Called a sluggish Yang Qingqing: "Gongzhu."

Mu Yunxuan smiled, put away the ghost sword, crossed his hands, and instantly, a powerful force around him tore everything around.

The tables and chairs were swept away by mysterious energy, which made people's footsteps impossible to move at last. In the end, Mu Yunxuan formed a huge golden light ball in his hands and struck Yang Qingqing with a thunderbolt. Everyone just felt the pain of being torn apart.

The blood in each population vomited more severely, and the pain in the body was piercing.

"I have no time to kill you one by one."

Mu Yunxuan flew out a dagger in the wide sleeve, and when Yang Qingqing had no time to respond, the dagger had been inserted into her chest.

"That's the same with your Tianmen. If it wasn't for the master to find out the whereabouts of his son, do you think you can live to this day?"

Having said that, Mu Yunxuan didn't even look at Yang Qingqing before turning around and striding away.

The restaurant was full of desolation, and the corpse on the ground made the heart tremble. The only one who was kneeling on the ground, Yang Qingqing, who was impressed with death, stared at the pair of immortal eyes, which made people even more afraid.

A grove in the woods, in a temporary wooden house.

The outside of the wooden house was well protected by the men in black.

I saw a tiger-skin lounger, a middle-aged man wearing a black gold silk embroidered gown sitting coldly, and on the short table next to him, put a pot of wine.

Men occasionally stood up and took a few sips. A pair of bloodshot eyes were filled with hate, and the coldness on their faces made them look a little scared.

"Master, the newly-registered prince is here."

Ta Ke entered the house to report.

Upon hearing it, the man dropped the jug violently, "Why so fast?"

The first sentence that the man spoke was not to bring in Su Qingjue, but to wonder why the tower guest came back so soon and brought Su Qingjue back.

When the towerer heard it, there was something wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell.

"Master, Ta Ke has held the prince. They dare not catch up, so it goes well."

The tower guest still had a fluke in his heart, after all, he really didn't find too many strange things.

"Does the gate of the city go well?" The man asked coldly.

"Yes, Lord, just when he rushed out of the city gate, General Ang brought someone over, but he didn't catch up with us."

"Bang!" The tall figure of the man stood up, the towerer was already lying on the ground, and the man kicked him on the ground. "Miscellaneous things, why are you so stupid, this king didn't warn you, Nalan Wenhao It is not a good role to deal with, especially his second daughter Su Zimo and Yuncheng Holy Lord Mu Yunxuan. There are rumors between the four kingdoms. After you caught Su Qingju, Su Zimo did n’t say anything. Will she let you escape the capital easily? "

A series of problems were never thought of by the tower guest, but he also wondered, but only saw Aon's people chasing after him. At that time, he couldn't help thinking about it. After all, Aon was more difficult to get involved.