This group of returning teams belonging to the Murong royal family.

It is only half an hour's journey from the royal city of the clan.

As long as someone can quickly pass the news over, a large number of teams will immediately come to the rescue, even if they can't stop Qin Moxie, they can also give the other party a certain degree of pressure.

However, Murong Wangcheng's defenses actually fell into a strange abnormal state.

Even the royal banner rooted at the top of the royal city quietly disappeared.

The whole city was silent, and the vigilance was relaxed.

Where is the power of the supreme royal family in the past?

"Bell."

Qin Moxie leaped sideways, and after landing, he shortened by at least a few tens of meters, like an agile cheetah, the moment he ran wantonly, he rolled up the wild sand.

This scene is terrifying, as if everything in heaven and earth can be used by him.

And, the quaint battle knife that blocked the chest cavity also bombarded Murong Xuan at the same time.

Rumble!

As a master of the rivers and lakes who was once on the list, Murong Xuan's own realm was not low, but this time, the aggressive attack he had to face against Qin Moxie was only capable of protecting himself in the end.

An almost invincible immortal figure.

How can it be so easy to stop?

Rumble!

There was another dull hammer blow, and Qin Moxie with his five fingers wrapped around a tough bandage.

A punch slammed into Murong Xuan's chest, the speed was too fast, the lethality was great, and it drove straight in.

Murong Xuan's eyes condensed, and he knew that this punch could not be intercepted with all his strength, so he simply turned to the side.

It's like a spinning top spinning around the ground.

Pass.

Qin Moxie's fist clenched his five fingers, brushed Murong Xuan's shoulder, and staggered.

The moment the two bodies came into close contact, Qin Moxie's eyes under the tight helmet finally glanced at Murong Xuan faintly.

It was a pair of vicissitudes, loneliness, and even emotionless eyes.

Gloomy and unforgiving.

Cold-blooded.

"Click."

The body of three or five steps was misplaced, and Qin Moxie's five fingers pressed down, surrounding the quaint battle knife three inches away from the palm of his hand.

Take the opportunity to make trouble.

Murong Xuan, who was caught off guard, could only use his two-handed attack to try to stop this equally cold and piercing battle knife.

"Boom!"

The huge impact force took Murong Xuan back and forth.

This purple-shirted god marquis, who is over forty years old and free and easy, finally realized at this moment that no matter how high his fame is, it is equivalent to a joke for a truly invincible person.

What bullshit is the third?

It was not enough for Qin Moxie to kill with one sword.

"You're too weak."

Qin Moxie stood a few meters away, shook his head, and said indifferently.

No arrogance, no arrogance.

It's a simple sentence.

"In my lifetime, I can fight with a character like you and die without regrets." Murong Xuan grinned lightly, trying to keep his expression steady.

Qin Moxie's stiff head shook as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Sonorous."

One step down.

Facing the mid-air, the quaint war knife that was constantly shaking suddenly moved when he heard the wind.

Murong Xuan drank with all his strength, and spread out his five-finger slashing sword again.

But Qin Moxie no longer gave him the slightest chance.

"Huh."

There was a sudden loud roar at the scene.

After Murong Xuan encountered an irresistible impact, his whole person was swept into the air, like a short-line kite, fluttering.

Before he landed, Qin Moxie, who was running at great speed below, came with a knife.

"Poof."

A knife pierced the shoulder blade, and blood spilled out.

In the end, Murong Xuan, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, at the moment when he raised the dust on his face, the ancient war knife was synchronously put into the scabbard that Qin Moxie hung on his left hand.

The iron is piercing, and the surrounding contention is arguing.

Qin Moye turned around slowly and stared at Murong Xuan condescendingly, "I only killed Murong Anlan, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

In other words, the point of the war is over.

"That's my father." Murong Xuan forcibly pressed the wound and said righteously.

"So what?" Qin Moxie sneered.

If he wants to kill.

In the entire north, the masters of the eight royal clans are all combined, so don't try to stop him.

Otherwise, it would not have been on guard against the always strict royal family of Huangfu and successfully killed Huangfu Taiyi.

Murong Xuan staggered to his feet, his face full of complexity and sadness.

The west wind blew, and the hair flew.

A pair of pupils gradually lost their vitality and were dim.

Murong Qingyi lifted the curtains, tears raining down.

Thinking of her Murong royal family, what kind of scenery was it back then? Not to mention the worship of the four seas, at least dominate one side, and the door is mighty.

Now, he was actually bullied by a person on Murong Anlan's head.

"Father."

Murong Qingyi looked at Murong Xuan, whose face was sick, and his delicate body couldn't help but tremble.

Behind her is Murong Anlan.

With Qin Moxie's skills, a few more steps can successfully cut off Qin Moxie's head.

On the occasion of death.

"Woooooo

At the moment when Qin Moye was about to approach the carriage, the empty heaven and earth suddenly sounded a desolate horn.

Murong Xuan and Murong Qingyi looked up almost at the same time.

Qin Moxie turned around curiously, his vision ethereal.

Thousands of soldiers and horses from the Murong royal family finally walked out of the royal city.

"My clan has sent troops, grandpa, our clan has sent troops." Murong Qingyi was overjoyed, gritted his teeth, and muttered to himself.

However, Murong Anlan did not move in the face of Murong Qingyi's elated appearance.

The Northern Dynasty was without Huangfu Taiyi in charge, and Li Chunyang, who had no blood relationship with the royal family, dared to respect himself as a regent and control hundreds of thousands of troops alone.

The struggle for power has always been bloodless for killing.

The appearance of Qin Moxie this time, to a certain extent, gave some people in the royal family a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

How could they have missed such an opportunity?

"Tsing Yi, you are too young, and you can't see through people's hearts." Murong Anlan coughed twice, looking old.

Murong Xuan standing in the vast grassland.

Also in the next moment, the pupils exploded.

In the midst of thousands of soldiers and horses, one mourning banner after another was suddenly erected high, six feet long, waving in the wind.

The mourning banner is used to welcome the return of the dead and the spirits.

A middle-aged man in the middle of the team, already dressed in linen and filial piety, was expressionless and was three hundred meters away from the team, and Chen Bing waited.

This middle-aged man.

His name is Murong Kang.

He is Murong Xuan's third brother, with ordinary facial features and elegant posture, but his taciturn appearance at the moment has a gloomy temperament.

Qin Moxie watched for a while, and smiled dumbly, "Haha, Murong Anlan, will it be humiliating for you to live like this?" ”

His third son, Murong Kang.

arrived at the scene at the expense of the army, not for rescue, but to wait quietly for Murong Anlan to die.

"Father, you have prepared the coffin yourself, so the child did not order another set, if there is no last word, please put it into the coffin."

Murong Kang was separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, and his hands were arched into fists.

Said in a cold tone.

"Please die generously to my father!"

"Please die generously for the head of the Murong family!"

"Please die!"

Time.

The word death, like a magic sound, permeated the entire scene.

(End of chapter)