The evildoer is in love with the beauty and the beauty is proud of the sky

Chapter 22

At this time, Phantom's people have another task, which is to distract Prime Minister Feng's subordinates in the inn, so that it will be easier for Murong and the others to find the legendary owner of the Magic Butterfly Palace.

Therefore, when Han Xiaoxue was still running on the road, the Linglong Inn was already full of shouts, non-mo, non-yan, Fan Fei had already led the phantoms into the Linglong Inn, those people in the inn saw so many The person of unknown origin was visibly shocked, and immediately drew out the bayonet in his arms without asking any questions, and confronted them.

This is a brutal battle, no matter who wins or loses, someone will die, man, why do you want to be so greedy?
The light disappeared in the darkness, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Shouts, screams, chaos.

Fei Mo easily confronted these men in Tsing Yi, and saw a man in Tsing Yi holding a sword in his hand and swung a knife towards his left side. Swinging the sword on the right side, Fei Mo's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm, he jumped back, and then moved forward in an instant. As soon as the sharp sword came out, the opponent's sword was cut in half, and the man holding the sword screamed, He fell to the ground in an instant, and the blood gushed out from his chest, turning into red lotuses blooming in the dark night, dazzlingly bright.

Fan Fei, Fei Yan was completely surrounded by those bloodthirsty guys, but there was no panic expression on their faces, instead they became more excited.

Feiyan raised his sword, and roared aggressively, "Their aura is quite good, but they just lack confidence."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Fei Fei's mouth, and his tone was extremely frivolous: "Before the prince arrives, we must clean them up, hum!"

After speaking, they threw themselves into the battle again.

The war has not yet been won, and the revolution is still going on.

At this moment, in a private room on the second floor, by the window, stood two figures.

One of them was a beautiful young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long golden hair like a waterfall scattered on his shoulders, and a few strands were wantonly brushing over his cheeks, his smooth wheat-colored skin was glowing. The light of youthful vitality, the willow leaf eyebrows are slightly raised, the beautiful pupils are extremely gloomy, the bridge of the nose is straight, the thin lips are tightly pressed, the whole face is absolutely beautiful, cold and evil, like a handsome devil who came out of hell, perfect Not like a person.

His sharp and gloomy eyes casted towards the figures fighting and killing outside the inn. There was a smile in his beautiful eyes, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Evil smile.

Standing beside the handsome young man was a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties. His expression was extremely dignified and his eyes were sharp. He always revealed shrewdness and calculations. The beard makes the whole person look more majestic.

At this moment, the three of Fei Mo have almost finished those little guys, Murong Xuan and Murong Chong have come to their room, and Murong Jie is helping Fei Mo and the others to deal with those killers.

Murong Xuan clenched the sword in his hand, staring cautiously at the person in front of him, Feimo and the others were right, this person should be the legendary Lord of the Huandie Palace, but he did not expect that the owner of the Palace was similar to himself A handsome young man of all sizes, but this person seems to be too dark, with an evil aura exuding all over his body.

As for Murong Chong, he stared at the old man with a complicated light in his eyes. Although this man tried his best to conceal his aura, Murong Chong couldn't ignore the powerful and sharp aura surrounding him. A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, perhaps, tonight would not be so easy to pass.

In the beginning, just like this, they each had their own thoughts and confronted each other.

For a moment, the quietness in the room was too strange, the handsome young man seemed to be very proud, he turned a blind eye to Murong Xuan and Murong Chong, and still looked at the boring scenery outside the window like no one else, as if there was no one or anything to help him. into his eyes.That arrogance, that arrogance seemed to be innate, matching his temperament, it was perfect and impeccable.

All the hostility from the old man's body was released, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Don't do anything, there is no need to fight between us!"

Murong Chong didn't understand what he meant, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

The old man's face became more gloomy, and his words added a bit of threat, mixed with a bit of contempt, and said: "If you stop now, I might not take your life."

Murong Chong obviously didn't expect the old man to say such arrogant words, he was obviously taken aback for a moment, then he smiled instead of anger: "Don't you think you're talking too much, senior? Stop it? Unfortunately, I have a reason It's with you!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the sword and stabbed at the old man, but in an instant, the old man easily clamped the sword body with the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, closed his eyes, and replied helplessly: "Young people nowadays are really impulsive. I said that I have no reason to fight with you, so don't force me, an old man!"

"Stop talking nonsense, no matter what purpose you Huandie Palace has to help people in Fengguo, I will not let it go!"

"Hehe, really? That depends on whether you have the ability!"

The old man exerted a little force, and the blade of the sword was broken, and then he swung his right hand like lightning, and gave Murong Chong a heavy blow.

Was Murong Chong's body like a kite with a broken string? It drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and landed heavily on the cold, hard floor. It was like a crack, the pain was unbearable, suddenly, the throat was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, I didn't expect this person to be so powerful, no wonder people said that arrogant soldiers must be defeated, they really underestimated Huandie Palace.

On the other side, Murong Xuan was obviously very dissatisfied with being ignored by the young man in front of him, so he couldn't help saying that he raised his sword and started fighting.

I saw Murong Xuan walking like flying, flying up, stabbing the handsome young man with his sword, where the sword's edge went, cut off a few strands of fine bangs on his forehead.

Murong Xuan swung his sword again, the handsome young man was still indifferent, he just easily dodged sideways, and effortlessly blocked his attack with the scabbard, Murong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then jumped back, cloned Stand up and confront the boy.

The handsome young man, the expression on his face became serious, his gloomy eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, his willow eyebrows were raised slightly, and his thin red lips curled into a perfect smile. The curvature of the smile looks strange and charming. Originally, this smile should give people a warm feeling, but now in Murong Xuan's view, it can make people feel cold from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and the waves of chill flow through the blood to change the whole body.

(End of this chapter)