Li Xi said nothing, the tears on his cheeks were still there, but his eyes became clear, but the whole person had a more resolute, resolute and fierce momentum.
She looked at the faint moonlight outside the door, lightly opened her lips, but her voice became cold, and said: "The palace master has explained that anyone who tries to revive the Seven Killings cannot be let go, and for us, the Seven Killings are also uncontrollable.
Since ancient times, people who have become great things cannot tolerate the existence of uncontrollable people and things, because they are variables, and they deduce the unknowable future.
So, we don't know anything about the so-called fire dragon and can ignore it for the time being.
But the companion star of the Seven Killings, that is, Zhu Mo'er, must be eliminated.
Tonight the moon is sparse and the stars are dim, and it is a good night to kill.
Mama Ye, let our people take action immediately, and kill Zhu Mo'er at all costs. ” Mama Ye did not take the order and left, but hesitated to persuade: "County master, the old slave has a word in his heart that is not unhappy, even if the county wants to execute the old slave, the old slave still has to say it."
The palace master was indeed loyal to the old King Qin and the county lord before, and it can be said that he died after doing his best.
However, since six years ago, the old slave found that the palace master had changed and became very strange, like a different person.
Not to mention anything else, let's just say that the palace master took refuge in the Turks and used the Turks to consume the national strength of the Tang Dynasty, and the old slave was very worried about this matter.
Joining forces with the Hu people to plot against their own people will make the county lord criticized by the world, and the gains outweigh the losses The county lord, our people have lost seventy-seven eighty-eight over the years, and now there is only this Suzaku left, which is the last capital of the county lord's life.
County Lord, it's not the old slave who separates you and the palace master's master-apprentice relationship, but you can't be unguarded.
The palace master still has more than 20 Qinglong people in the new city, so he might as well let them assassinate the girl, and the old slave will bring people to cooperate. ” Li Xiruo listened to Mama Ye's words, her eyes flowed, her fingers habitually tapped lightly on the table, she groaned for a while, Bei Yan gently bit her lip, and ordered: "Mama Ye, order Qinglong Er, Baihu Er, order all of them to go out and immediately go to the Gaopeng Gathering Inn to kill Zhu Mo'er."
Tell them that it is a killing, and if you don't want to live, you will lead people to supervise the battle and respond. ” "Nuo Lao Nu retires" The old woman Ye Mama bowed down and accepted a jade carving token.
This is a palm-sized jadeite, with clear veins emerging between the steaming, illuminated by candlelight, like sparkling water waves, sea and sky.
And in the middle and upper part of the jadeite, there is a sapphire, which is polished into a bright moon, exuding a faint blue moonlight, which is Li Xiruo's token, "The bright moon on the sea", a rather poetic name.
Mama Ye took the token, bowed down and retired, and went to order the Qinglong and White Tiger to go all out to implement the plan to assassinate Mo'er.
The moon shines like a light veil, and the stars flow like mist.
In the backyard of the High Friends Inn, there was a deathly silence, without a single sound.
Suddenly, from outside the courtyard wall, a group of night walkers wearing black hoods and strong costumes jumped in one after another, there were always more than 40 people, tall, short, fat and thin, but they were neatly dressed.
They walked lightly, and when they climbed over the high wall and landed, they were like tanuki, making only a slight movement that was barely audible.
They stood still in the courtyard, no one spoke, only a tall, slender man who kept gesticulating, and finally, his hand pointed accurately to Mo'er's guest room.
As soon as his gesture fell, all the black-clothed people immediately moved, leaving only more than a dozen people to stay on guard, while the others swarmed to draw their knives and kill Mo'er's guest room.
This group of black-clothed people are all dressed in the same way, but the weapons are different, most of them hold thin and narrow straight knives in their hands, which are similar to the horizontal knives of the Tang Army's standard weapons, but the blades of these black-clothed men are narrower, lighter, and more flexible.
Although the weapons of the other ten people are also knives, the blade is much wider and slightly longer, which can be more than four feet long, and the head of the knife has an extra arc outward, which is more conducive to chopping.
The man in black flashed his knife one after another, and slaughtered forward without a sound, and was about to approach the corridor in front of the guest room, at this moment, he saw Sun Shenxian's door knock lightly, and a vigorous figure rushed out from it, and swept a black iron stick more than six feet long, sweeping towards the man in black like a wheel.
Suddenly, he encountered a surprise attack, and the man in black was caught off guard and broke three long knives, knocking five into the air, killing one person, injuring three others, and the rest retreated.
The Jiao Jian Shadow was about to step forward, but was stopped by the dust-sweeping old Dao who flew over: "Sanshan, you can just guard the door, just hand over these ghosts to Lao Dao."
The old sweeper has big sleeves flying, his clothes are fluttering, and his body is gliding in the air like an old crane, ethereal and elegant, just like a flying fairy outside the sky.
Yuxian Gu crossed the internal force for Mo'er again, and then, after drinking a bowl of tonic boiled by Sun Shenxian, she had just recovered from meditation, and when she heard the movement outside, she couldn't help but push the door to take a look, and she was also dissuaded by the dust-sweeping old way.
Even those blue-clothed people who rushed over were also arranged to guard the door of the guest room, which was also a helpless thing, and the dust-sweeping old man saw that these black-clothed people were extremely clever, and the vast majority of blue-clothed people were killed from the time they met them.
It is not easy for them to cultivate these blue-clothed followers, but they are not willing to let them die in vain, but there are still five or six of them who are highly skilled, and they can defeat ordinary black-clothed people without falling behind, and they are fighting with more than a dozen black-clothed people under the leadership of Cao Zhigang's master and apprentice.
Flying from the dust-sweeping old road into the black-clothed man, a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand floated under the moonlight, like a flood of autumn water, the sword walked lightly, the moves were old and spicy, and he specialized in the key points that people must save, and in an instant, three people were injured in a row.
However, there were a large number of people in black, and after a short period of panic, they echoed and cooperated with each other, and surrounded the dust-sweeping old way between the battle groups, and soon took the initiative.
Under the siege of nearly thirty black-clothed people, Lao Dao struggled to support, blocked left and right, and was full of dangers, and even the Dao robe was marked out several times, and there was no longer the charm of the fairy wind and bones.
"Ximen Heavenly King, your uncle, if you don't come out again, you will have to collect the corpse of Lao Dao" The dust-sweeping old man forced back the black-clothed man in front of him with a sword, roaring urgently.
"Hahahaha" A deafening laughter came, shaking down the snow on the eaves, sprinkling it on people's faces, cold and cold.
The laughter rang out, and a sword-like light flew out from the left courtyard, like a bright moon falling and slashing into the man in black.
This is a ghost-headed broadsword that is two feet long, the blade is only one foot eight inches wide, the blade is sharp, the blade is heavy, and it can kill six people with just one knife.
The Heavenly King's ghost slashing knife, one zhang and nine inches long, weighs two hundred and nine pounds and nine taels, and is the famous weapon of the Ximen Heavenly King.
A tower-like giant, a Heavenly King slashing ghost knife, the knife is like a match, and between swings, it is a nightmare for the man in black: