The beauty is endless

Chapter 43
"As you can see." Feng Jianhua pointed at the Lei Cone in Murong Qi's hand from a distance, speaking with contempt, "I heard that Ji Che claimed that the gun was there, but now that Lei Cone is here, where do you think he will be?"

Murong Qi could only feel a buzzing in his head, Feng Jianhua continued: "Although his martial arts are high, but there were no less than a hundred people encircling the swamp that day, it would be difficult to resist with one's own strength. Since Miss Murong is a friend with him, the details , I can’t say more.”

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, Murong Qi couldn't help but whispered: "Shut up..."

"By the way, you might as well tell Ms. Murong that Ji Che's righteous sister, Ji Ci, is actually Shang Feixu, the biological sister of Shang Feipeng, the leader of Huifengdu. It has been sent back to the Hongshui Gang, and Miss Ji Ci will take over the help as the widow of the young gang leader. At that time, the Hongshui Gang will be used by me, Juze, and only need to cut off the Dayou waterway. King Shuo Khan sent troops to the south together, and it is just around the corner to regain my homeland." Feng Jianhua smiled mockingly, "Miss Murong also knows that the young master has a deep love for you. If you turn around now, the young master will definitely forget the past. Although it will not be possible in the future The mother of the world will definitely be able to favor the harem."

Murong Qi heard every word she said, but his mind was in chaos.Wei Nange beside her noticed her strangeness, shook her hand vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Qiqi, calm down, she's trying to provoke you on purpose."

But Murong Qi couldn't hear it, all her anger was ignited by the last sentence.She struggled to break away from Wei Nange, and rushed towards the woman on the other side of the fire wall with her sword in hand. The poisonous flame touched the corner of her clothes, sparks splashed on her skin, and immediately festered a small bloody hole, but she didn't care at all. , Only those heart-piercing fragments in Feng Jianhua's words echoed in her ears.

"Unfortunately murdered", "widowed", "deeply in love", "loved in the harem"...

Shut up!Shut up!Shut up!

The sword is like a shooting star, like lightning, and the sword is as fast as a sword, covering Feng Jianhua's whole body.However, although her swordsmanship is superb, she is limited by her unfamiliarity with the terrain, and she is exhausted physically and mentally from traveling for many days. At this moment, her mood is even more agitated. Therefore, under the strict defense of "Liuyun Feixue", she did not gain the upper hand for a while.

On the other side, while she was leaving, several people approached Wei Nange silently.Although Wei Nange had a dagger to defend himself, he was no match for these people. He managed to resist a few times, but was soon exhausted, so he had to shout: "Qiqi, come back!"

When Murong Qi heard his voice, he looked back, his mind suddenly came to his senses, he pushed back Feng Jianhua with a sword, no longer wanted to fight, and turned back to save Wei Nange.

Unexpectedly, the moment she turned around, Feng Jianhua suddenly changed from defensive to offensive, twisted her two swords, and attacked her back with lightning speed.

If he turned around to protect himself at this time, he would naturally be able to dodge the sword, but the sword that cut towards Wei Nange from the other side of the wall of fire could not be stopped no matter what.While the rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling, Murong Qi's body changed rapidly, he avoided the vital points in his back, and was stabbed by the flower of the wind, and he must save Wei Nange.

Kazama Hua's eyes were indifferent, and she didn't hesitate to strike.

But her sword didn't hit the target, a knife pierced through the air, the sword collided and abruptly swung "Liuyun Feixue" away, Murong Qi took the opportunity to turn around and already passed the fire wall.

With a gleaming blade and a fluttering red dress, it was Liang Shan.

This time, not only Fengjianhua was surprised, even Murong Qi was stunned.

Not long ago, the person who wanted to put her to death was pressing on her with a knife, why would he save her at a critical moment today?
But she had no time to think about it, and the sword in her hand followed the sword style, and stabbed the person closest to Wei Nange, but she was also surrounded by it, and had no time to separate herself.

On the other side, Feng Jianhua looked at Liang Shan's expressionless face, but felt even more uneasy.Since Liang Shan is here, what about Mo Zhu?

She knew him well, he was able to rank first among the four elders at such a young age, not because of martial arts, but because of various ingenious traps and mechanisms, such as the poisonous fire array in front of her, which was created by Mo Zhu at the beginning.

The poisonous fire can trap Murong Qi and Wei Nange, but it cannot trap him.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the surrounding fires to start to weaken. There was a strange smell of burning in the air, and the kerosene in the ditch slowly condensed.

The man in Tsing Yi in the wheelchair passed through layers of fire walls and came slowly. The person who had been pushing him forward was no longer there. He was alone, but he was still in such a calm manner.

Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Jianhua was distracted, Liang Shan made a feint, retreated quickly, swept up like light smoke, and landed right next to Murong Qi, and cut down a sneak attacker with a smooth stroke.

Kazama Flower turned her head and looked around, only to see that there were only a few people around, and there were not many people left who she had arranged to meet outside the fire wall, as if they were all swallowed up by the darkness beyond the reach of the fire.

She knew that Mo Zhu must have done this, and although she was shocked in her heart, she showed no expression on her face, and said indifferently: "Elder Mo is indeed very skilled, even the quicksand array in Devil City can't trap you."

Mo Zhu was noncommittal: "You led me to Devil City and wanted me to die in the quicksand formation, so you don't have to do it yourself, right? Fenger, you feel bad about killing Ouyang Lan yourself, right?"

Kazama Hua frowned, obviously what Mo Zhu said hit her mind, she couldn't refute.

"Feng'er, if I die, will you stop here?"

"Impossible." She finally spoke this time, pointing her swords at him obliquely, "My lord has formed an alliance with King Baishuo Khan, and the restoration of the country is just around the corner. Mo Zhu, the one who should stop is you!"

The faint smile on Mo Zhu's lips gradually faded: "Since you are still obsessed with obsession, how can I die?"

Pushing the wheelchair and slowly approaching her, he said: "You and I both know what kind of person Ban Weilian is, forming an alliance with him is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. Even if he agrees to send troops, it is nothing more than the property of the underground palace and the rich people in the south of the Yangtze River." Once the land is done, what is the difference between Bai Shuo's treatment of Juze and Dayou's treatment of Juze today? It's just another puppet, or even worse. Have you ever thought about what a war with Dayou would be like for the people of Juze? What a disaster it is."

"What's more, the so-called alliance is not strong. As long as Dayou promises to give Bai Shuo greater benefits, you will be mercilessly abandoned immediately. The reason why the young master must kill Wei Nange and stir up conflicts between the two countries is not justified. Are you worried about this? Take the entire Yonghe army to bet on such an uncertainty, Fenger, are you really thinking about the Yonghe army?"

He spoke calmly and calmly, and Wei Nange who was not far away couldn't help sighing softly when he heard it: "This is a sensible person. It's a pity..."

He didn't say what was a pity. At this time, Feng Jianhua had already raised her sword to stab Mo Zhu. Her expression was hidden behind the light of the sword. She couldn't see clearly. She only heard a firm and cold voice: "Yonghe Army is Ju Ze. The Yonghe army, without a country, how can they come home, and I will never regret it if I fight to the last person!"

——It's a pity that you have your way, and I have my law. When we meet on a narrow road, we end up severing each other by life and death.

The two swords "Liuyun Feixue" were gifts from Mo Zhu to Kazama Hua when she was ten years old.

Apart from teaching her martial arts and the art of war, Kazamaka's grandfather and father spent the rest of their time either practicing soldiers or fighting on the battlefield.Later, Dayou attacked Dayou on a large scale, and his grandfather Feng Ziyue died in the war. His father Feng Xiaoyu led the remnants of the Yonghe Army to fight against Dayou, and died a few years later due to the recurrence of old injuries.Throughout her childhood and adolescence, the person who accompanied her the most was her grandfather's adopted son, Mo Zhu.

He is her master, brother, friend, family member, and the only man she ever admired in her teenage years.

But now they are enemies who want to put each other to death.

Feng Jianhua's sword brushed against Mo Zhu's neck, and Mo Zhu's dart cut off a strand of her long hair. They both knew each other's martial arts very well. disappear.Every time it seems to be a little bit worse, you can't kill me, and I can't hurt you.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people surrounding Murong Qi and Wei Nange not far away, Feng Jianhua became more and more anxious, the sword in her hand was as fast as a sword, she didn't want to be safe, but only wanted a quick victory.

Mo Zhu knew what she was thinking, and taking advantage of her missing sword, he suddenly said: "I heard that the prince left Chiyue Palace for Tianhe City for some reason, and Xi Yingdiji followed King Khan all the way regardless of King Khan's objection, and King Khan was furious because of this, is this true? "

The foil in the wind comes out like the wind, and it is deaf.

"I've also heard that the Crimson Moon Palace's Yu Masi found out a traitor, which seems to be related to the disappearance of the Dayou envoy. King Khan has ordered a thorough investigation. Is it really okay for the crown prince to leave the palace at such an urgent time?"

Hearing this, Kazama Hua's sword finally paused slightly.

Taking the opportunity, Mo Zhu flipped his wrist, and three gold needles flew out from the bottom of his wrist, aiming at Fengjianhua's big acupoint on her chest.

Unexpectedly, Kazama Hua's mistake with this sword was a trick to lure the enemy. When Mo Zhu shot out the golden needle, her right hand had no time to retract. through the gap, stabbing towards Mo Zhu's heart.

If this sword hits, Mo Zhu will definitely die.

At that moment, Feng Jianhua was suddenly in a trance. Is the 20 years of love-hate entanglement about to end here?The only person she has ever loved and deeply hated, is going to die in front of her like this?

Suddenly, she hesitated.

It was precisely this moment of hesitation that the tip of the sword was finally deflected by half a point. Although it passed through the chest, it avoided the vital points in the heart.

She hadn't yet figured out whether she was grateful or regretful, when a coldness suddenly felt somewhere at the back of her head, and a bone-piercing chill quickly spread along the blood vessels, freezing her limbs and bones in the blink of an eye, her body was stiff, and even the blood seemed to be gone. stop the flow.

She could no longer hold "Liuyun" in her hand, and fell to the ground with a clang. She wanted to pull "Feixue" out of Mo Zhu's chest, but she couldn't use any strength, her body went limp uncontrollably, and Mo Zhu held her Hugging him by the waist, she had no choice but to lean on his shoulder, looking from a distance, it seemed that the two were cuddling each other.

"You...you..." Tongue was numb, even breathing became difficult, Kazama Hua's heart was filled with despair, but her eyes were only unwilling and resentful.

"The poison of the ice toad in the extreme north is refined with seven kinds of poisonous flowers and weeds. Just one drop will be powerless." Mo Zhu's lips ooze a stream of blood, but his eyes are very clear, even with a faint smile. With a smile, his other hand slowly raised from behind her neck, a small piece of gold needle was hidden in the fingertip, and the tip of the needle still shone with faint blue light.

Kazama Flower stared at him firmly, her senses were gradually losing their senses, but the man in front of her was getting clearer and more profound, with dark brown pupils, light lip color, fine lines around her eyes, and a little frost on her temples. It turned out that he was already so old.

She suddenly remembered that in the year when her father died, she led the main force of the Yonghe Army to attack the Dayou Camp for the first time, but the operation failed due to a small misjudgment. The accompanying Yonghe Army suffered heavy casualties, and she was also seriously injured. Mo Zhu blocked the knife for him, I am afraid that at that time, there will be no flowers in the world.

Because of that knife, Mo Zhu's tendons in both legs were severed, and he could no longer stand up. He will be accompanied by a wheelchair for the rest of his life. She swore by his bedside that she would never leave him for the rest of her life.

He turned his back on Yonghejun, and she turned her back on him.

She owed him a life, and it would be nice if she could pay him back like this now.

The feeling of death gradually submerged her like a tide, but she calmed down strangely, staring fixedly at the man in front of her, it was he who gave her life, and he also gave her death, she was happy because of him, and also because of him. Pain, meeting such a person is not in vain.

She thought that from then on, she could finally unload the burdens of family, country, hatred, and responsibility... She was too tired, and she could finally rest.

At this moment, her eyes should be gentle. I hope he can see it.

Mo Zhu silently watched the eyes of the woman in his arms gradually covered with light blue ice, and finally lost her spirit. He raised his hand and gently closed her eyes, and then snapped his fingers, a ray of silver light accurately fell into the already condensed eyes. In the ditch, the flame burst out again in an instant, surrounding the two of them.He lowered his head slightly, kissed her forehead, took her hanging hand and pressed it on the hilt of the "Flying Snow" sword on his chest, and pressed down hard on his heart.

"Feng'er, don't be afraid, I'm here to accompany you."

"Hurry up?" Liang Shan cast a sideways glance at Murong Qi who was still staring at the flames in a daze, and said coldly.

Those who attacked Wei Nange have been wiped out under the joint efforts of the two. The bloody corpses are all over the ground, but because of the snow in the middle of the night, they are covered with a light layer of white. Maybe after midnight, all traces of the fight will be covered up. , the world is vast, like a newborn.

For those two people who have been entangled for half their lives, and their love and hatred have been deeply rooted in their bones, perhaps this is the best ending.

Murong Qi naturally understood that it was the best time to leave at this time, as the heavy snow would cover up the footprints and block the pursuers.

It's just that she never expected that the person who reminded her was Liang Shan.

Is she an enemy or a friend?What is the intention?

Although full of doubts, this is not the time to pursue.Murong Qi said "Thank you", picked up the thunder cone, supported Wei Nange, and walked out of the ruins against the wind and snow without looking back.

Liang Shan's eyes moved away from the backs of the two, and turned to the sea of ​​flames not far away. The raging fire had already engulfed the two people who were embracing each other. She snorted softly and said in a low voice: "Stupid." One ups and downs, disappearing in the morning light of dawn.

(End of this chapter)