God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

In just a moment, only one of the six ghost soldiers remained.

In the darkness, Mo Crow's face was pale, he snorted coldly, and decisively sealed the seal, making the last ghost soldier extremely flexible, and attacking Niscale with all his strength.

But Ni Scale still remained motionless, but before the ghost soldier arrived, he shot instantly, and came first, killing the last ghost soldier completely.

Then the inverse scales disappeared again, turning into pieces of broken swords.

The rustling sound rang out, and the Reverse Scales Remnant Sword had disappeared.

Soon, the sky was still dark, but there was no such oppressive feeling, nor the creepy atmosphere.

Han Fei and Zhang Liang looked at each other, full of weirdness.

Mo Yi smiled lightly and walked out with the purple girl.

"Brother, what was that just now?" Han Fei couldn't help asking, and it seemed that it was his strange sword that he had already recognized.

"Every sword with a story is like a song. With the passage of time, the song will end and return to dust. Your encounter is a magical relationship. What kind of long song will you sing when you get along?"

Mo Yi took a deep breath, looked at the direction in which Ni Scale disappeared, and smiled lightly: "This sword, his name is called "Ni Scale"!"

Watching Mo Yi and Zi Nu go away, Han Fei stood there and muttered to himself, "Ni Scale... Ni Scale... What kind of sword are you, and what kind of story do you have?"

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Han Fei shook his head and sighed.

The evening breeze was cool, and the feathers of a few crows fell on the ground, which were left by the previous ghost soldiers.

Three streets away, Mo Ya stopped, with a sweet throat, and a mouthful of black blood spit out. His face turned pale again, but he couldn't help exclaiming, "What the hell is that guy? How could it be? So powerful?"

"This place won't last long, go back and report to the general first!"

Then, Mo Ya disappeared on the spot, leaving only a pool of blood stains. He was extremely afraid of the mysterious Reverse Scale.

General's House.

"What? Another mysterious black swordsman appeared, directly killing all your ghost soldiers?" Ji Wuye was full of incredulity.

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Mo Ya nodded with a cold expression on his face: "His sword is very fast, and he has a broken sword in his hand. More importantly, he appeared in an instant, and I didn't even notice it!"

"Okay, I understand." Ji Wuye nodded, his face became even more gloomy: "First was Mo Yi, the white-clothed swordsman, then Guigu Weizhuang, and now there is a mysterious black swordsman, even your Moya can easily Defeat. Humph! It seems that they don't take me Ji Wuye seriously, and Korea is becoming more and more interesting. Haha!"

Ji Wuye opened his mouth and tapped the table, his face solemn: "Okay, you go down first. Remember, the next step is to act in advance!"

"Yes!" Mo Ya bowed and saluted and backed out.

Early the next morning, Han Fei and Zhang Liang came to the death row again.

"King Han just gave an order to give you a chance on the basis of the brotherhood." Han Fei looked at the two of them and said calmly, "Between the two of you, the one who confesses everything first can be exempted from guilt and released immediately. One person will bear the guilt of the two, plus one more. According to the current view, at least five horses will be divided, or will they be executed at a long time?"

"Okay, for the sake of fairness, keep the two of them in separate cells. Whoever wants to live or who wants to explain will send someone to notify me. As long as the account is made, then all the blame will be borne by the other person."

Han Fei said this according to Mo Yi's plan, then smiled lightly, and left with Zhang Liang, looking like he didn't care. .

The thirty-eighth chapter of the text unexpected changes, Han Fei's wisdom (fourth more)

Looking at Han Fei's posture, Longquan-jun and Anping-jun all looked horrified and uncertain.

Neither of them wanted to die, but only one could live.

The first to explain, can be exempted from guilt and escaped death.

The other person will have to bear the guilt of the two, the crime will be added one class, the death will be delayed, and the body will be divided into five horses...

Tsk tsk, this method is indeed a bit ruthless!

Although both Longquan-Jun and Anping-Jun knew that this was Han Fei's method, it was also a conspiracy, and no one could do anything about it!

Soon, Longquan-jun and Anping-jun were detained in different cells, unaware of each other's actions.

And Ji Wuye's promise before, now it seems, it seems to be bullshit.

For a time, whether it was Lord Longquan or Lord Anping, they were all suspicious, worried that the other party would take the lead in explaining everything in order to survive, but he would have to "Sanqiqi" to bear the guilt of the two people, execute them at a later time, and divide their bodies into five horses!

On this day, both of them lived through torment, struggling to the death.

No one doesn't want to live, and no one wants to be dismembered by five horses and put to death at the end of the day!

The night was like ink, and Han Fei and Zhang Liang sat opposite each other.

"Ozifang, when do you think Anping-Jun and Longquan-Jun will compromise?"

Zhang Liang thought for a moment: "With Big Brother's strategy, I'm afraid they will compromise tomorrow, right?"

Han Fei shook his head and smiled lightly: "You still don't understand people's hearts, if there is no result, neither of the two of them will be able to sleep tonight! The night is long, and that kind of suffering is the loneliest and the most terrifying! "

"Oh? Brother Han means that tonight, the two princes will bow their heads and be honest? That's why Brother Han finds the ovary to drink together and wait?"

Zhang Liang picked up the wine glass and opened his mouth with a smile.

Han Fei nodded, looked at the night outside the window, and smiled slightly: "Footsteps, here we come!"

Sure enough, a guard walked in: "Young Master, there is an urgent letter from the prison, Anping-Jun and Longquan-Jun both ask to see the son and are willing to confess!"

"Brother Han predicts things like God!" Zhang Liang raised his eyebrows with joy.