"I am bent on death, I just want to be able to pull you with me, Lord Wang, to Huangquan together." The dango looked sad, "At that time, on the long road of the Netherworld, I finally have a companion, and I am not lonely when I walk." ”

This is impossible, whether it is Mu Xiaojiu or the duke, they all know this. However, the playboy still said this idea. Maybe it's to give himself courage, or maybe it's ......

"You're really bent on death, dude." Mu Xiaojiu shook his head, all kinds of emotions on his face were swept away, and all that was left was cold and hard like polar ice, "Since this is the case, I will fulfill you." ”

The duke looked at Mu Xiaojiu quietly and slowly lowered his hands.

The breeze blows, the clouds scatter, and the wisps of moonlight fall from the sky, shining on the fingers of the dug, reflecting a little bit of clear light.

It was a silver embroidery needle, and it was also the weapon of the danci.

Mu Xiaojiu can't remember when he first saw Grandpa Flower, and he can't remember what Grandpa Grandpa used to look like when he held an embroidery needle.

It may also be that he doesn't want to remember it, after all, at this moment, Mu Xiaojiu looked at the playboy in front of him, and he inevitably felt a little sad in his heart.

"Foolish."

Fluttering, I don't know whose mouth these two words were spit out of. The next moment, the dude had disappeared in place.

In the courtyard, there was a sudden gust of wind, followed by one after another, one after another silver rays appeared, like endless meteors, dragging long invisible silk threads, surging towards the big holes around Mu Xiaojiu's body.

Mu Xiaojiu didn't dodge, and he didn't make any big moves, but he raised his right hand and waved the sleeve of his robe very casually, and the wisps of silver instantly stopped in front of Mu Xiaojiu, just like the immobilization technique of the Taoists in the Zhiwei story, frozen in mid-air, even though the wind was blowing, he still didn't move.

But the figure of the playboy still did not appear, but more than ten silver rays shot from the left rear of Mu Xiaojiu's side.

The big tree outside the pavilion was unbearable to the wind, and a few leaves fell with a clatter. But before the fallen leaves could float to the ground, they disappeared all at once.

On the contrary, when there were still three feet away from Mu Xiaojiu, they were cut off one by one by several blurred yellow and green shadows, turned into two silver needles again, and fell to the ground weakly.

"Lord Wang, good swordsmanship." The playboy stood on the same wall he had stood on when he first appeared, his robe in tatters, and a bloody streak on his right cheek.

And in his hand, there was only the last silver needle left.

"If this momentum continues, I'm afraid that next time the prince will ...... with Aoi When the enemy meets, it can be easily won. Martial arts genius, worthy of his name, worthy of his name. ”

When he said this, the dango's voice trembled a little, and he didn't know if his breath had not been adjusted yet, or if his mood was too complicated.

Mu Xiaojiu looked at him and shook his head slowly, and the silver needles that were fixed in front of Mu Xiaojiu fell down one after another, smashing on the bluestone slab ground in the courtyard.

A flurry of "jingle bells" rang out.

The dugon didn't know what Mu Xiaojiu meant, but he didn't think much about it, just moved under his feet, and the whole person disappeared again.

He still has the last silver needle.

The last one, the silver needle used to kill.

The huge gap in strength between him and Mu Xiaojiu had been fully verified in his previous two attacks. But he still has to give it a go, and this last one is also a shot that condenses his life's work.

He knew that this last fight, success, he was dead; Defeated, he will also die.

But he still has to fight.

First, he came here today only to seek death;

Second, only when this last blow comes out, can he be regarded as loyal and filial, and he can be regarded as lonely and alone since then.

So he had to fight.

At this moment, this move, the killing intent of the playboy suddenly became extremely pure.

But this killing is not a killing to punish adultery and eliminate evil, but a killing to become loyal and filial piety.

It's not to kill Mu Xiaojiu.

It is to kill the grandfather, kill the disciple of the old Aoi, kill the people around the emperor, kill the top master of the Great Interior, and kill the great eunuch who is in power.

Therefore, the killing intent of the playboy finally became so pure at this moment.

"Why bother......

Mu Xiaojiu sighed lightly, and pushed his right palm towards the empty space in front of him.

"Bang !!!!"

The earth-shattering loud sound exploded in the courtyard in an instant, like a thunderclap in the flat ground.

However, neither the gazebo, nor the big tree, nor even the dust and mosquitoes on the ground were not affected in any way.

The monstrous power is all paid to the playboy with one person and one needle.

The dude stopped.

"Poof......" A mouthful of blood vomited from the mouth of the duke who was standing a foot in front of Mu Xiaojiu's palm.

Vomiting this mouthful of blood, as if to make the playboy feel better, he struggled and barely took a step forward, but he didn't move far at all, maybe even more than an inch forward.

Another mouthful of blood vomited, and the bright red blood wet the clothes on his chest, and then dripped down the placket of his clothes.

He struggled to control his right hand, which had begun to fall downward, and reluctantly pushed forward.

Mu Xiaojiu didn't urge the internal force, nor did he dodge the real last shot of the dangong.

From the moment he opened his mouth, he knew that the playboy had said so much, but in fact, he never thought of killing him from beginning to end. The dude came today just to be loyal and filial, and to seek death by the way.

The last stitch has exhausted the dandu's hard work, and the frenzied internal force surging under the forcible urging has directly broken the mango's meridian pulses inch by inch.

The sharp silver needle gently stabbed Mu Xiaojiu's palm with the handover of the duge, penetrating the skin on Mu Xiaojiu's hand.

A little bit of blood oozed from the gap in the skin and merged into a small bead of blood.

"Hah...... Ha ha...... King...... Rajah...... Thanks a lot...... Thank you......" The duke's face finally showed a relaxed smile like before, but he also fell directly to the ground, vomiting blood from his mouth, and even his nostrils, ears and eyes had begun to bleed out.

"Wang ...... The prince ......" The playboy simply lay down on the ground and called up softly.

"I'm here." Mu Xiaojiu took a step and walked in front of the dangong, then bowed down and squatted, raising his hand to put it on the dandubi's heart.

The last few words of the dude play, Mu Xiaojiu wanted to hear it, no matter what it was.