"Each of each other." Mo Yelei rode on the horse, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know what you are doing."

All rebellion,

Who is more humble than who is?

Yu Yuan was riding a horse, covered in cold war armor, splashing a lot of blood. At this moment, beside Mo Yelei, he clenched his sword and whispered to him: "Your Majesty... If you want to win tonight, it seems that Mo Rongxuan has to solve it."

"I know." Mo Yelei showed a strange and cruel smile on his face, showing a sure win.

He is going to settle this country!

All those who block his position, whether they are the immortal or the brothers and sisters, must die!

A cruel war started again after Mo Rongxuan successfully forced the palace to commit suicide.

Mo Rongxuan's people had only experienced this fight not long ago, but now they had to fight with people of the same strength. They were obviously a little tired, but they were still full of energy.

Mo Rongxuan was secretly anxious as he watched his confidants fall down, and he felt a little anxious. He gritted his teeth and used his internal force, waved his sword and harshly killed every enemy. However, at a moment, a burst of heartache suddenly rose from his heart. His hands softened, and the weapon he was holding fell directly to the ground!

What's going on?!

Mo Rongxuan could most detect the changes in his body. He widened his eyes in horror, and could feel the power of his body being lost little by little...

He was attacked from both sides, but he couldn't resist because he couldn't use any force. Even if he had a close friend around him who wanted to protect him, he was powerless.

Mo Yelei keenly noticed something wrong with Mo Rongxuan, and his eyes lit up and he even launched a fierce attack!

The two armies intersected and fought cruelly.

The fallen corpses, the eyes of the two of them died with their eyes closed.

Heavy snow overturned the entire Chujing city, and blood flowed and dyed the country red.

There is no trace of moonlight on the cold winter night, and there are bloody and tragic scenes everywhere in the palace.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, burying blood and corpses.

at last,

Mo Yelei directly penetrated Mo Rongxuan's heart with a sword.

Mo Rongxuan could not dodge, and he didn't know what was going on with his body until he died.

The gray sky reflected in his eyes and the vast snow, his body slowly fell down, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Mo Yelei narrowly won.

"Hahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!" Looking at the palace full of wild and bloody eyes, Mo Yelei stood alone in it, in the blood of the corpse, laughing extremely arrogantly, one by one, one by one!

Behind him,

In the middle of the night, countless soldiers were standing, their figures were hidden in the darkness, and their weapons were dripping with blood.

Mo Yelei murmured to himself: "Eighth brother... this country is mine after all." Then, a confident smile appeared on his face, and he raised his foot to walk into the emperor's bedroom to meet the immortal.

"Your Majesty... it's not over yet, where do you want to go?" Yu Yuan's eyes were deep, and he looked at the direction in the distance, reminding Mo Yelei.

Mo Yelei was stunned. Before he could react, he could hear the sound of the Iron Cavalry from far away and in.

The sounds of calm and uniform, unshakable sounds, one by one, are sonorous and powerful, rigorous and solemn, stepping through the snow, passing through the palace, constantly approaching, clear and ruthless!

Before I saw him, I could feel the absolute oppression vaguely, a numb and trembling sound!

It seems that every sound is not on the snow, but on the tip of the heart.

Mo Yelei felt an unprecedented pressure. He subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand and looked in that direction, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Then, this premonition became a fact when he saw the visitor clearly. His pupils tightened, his eyes widened in horror, and reflected the picture.

In this blood-stained palace, in the late winter night, the sky is full of snow, and in the vast world, thousands of troops are galloping, cold, heavy, bloody and murderous!

And the figure in the head is slender and upright, lonely and cold.

Pure black armor reflects the coldest and sharpest light in the world.

That cold and delicate face is not filled with emotions, his eyebrows and eyes are like pictures, engraved with the indifference of being eye-catching. The deep and deep eyes under the long eyelashes are bottomless darkness. At this moment, the wind and clouds are falling on Mo Yelei's body, with a cold temperament and a silent sense of oppression.

"Mo Liyan..." Mo Yelei's face gradually became ugly. How could he forget Mo Liyan! The people around Mo Liyan shocked Mo Yelei again, and he was incredible: "Wei Xinglie?!"

How is this possible!

Mo Yelei stared at the mighty and fierce general with a ghost look, and a storm was stirring up in his eyes.

It's really Wei Xinglie...

Wei Xinglie is not dead!!

Wei Pingsheng looked at the scenes in the palace with a complicated expression.

He understood clearly in his heart.

Every picture tonight is a situation caused by King Jin's strategy and complete calculations.

Wei Xinglie was not dead at all.

Mo Liyan knew that Wei Xinglie would only be afraid of others, unable to stretch, and even have life worries.

In this way, it is better to pretend to die and develop in secret and become an important pawn.

Before accompanying Mo Yelei to the battle... Mo Liyan had a talk with Wei Pingsheng, and boldly used a plan in front of Mo Yelei to give Mo Yelei a chance and a chance to get rid of Wei Xinglie.

Because Mo Liyan concluded that Mo Yelei would take action.

Everything next...

That's it.

This is a game from the beginning.

Wei Xinglie smiled slightly, but there was no warmth, and it was full of blood.

"Mo Liyan, what are you doing?!!" Mo Yelei's panic feeling became stronger and stronger. He asked with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth.

"King Yan forced the palace to rebel and deposed the prince Chameng as king." Mo Liyan finally spoke. He rode on the horse coldly and coldly. The pure black armor set off his cold and white skin and clear body, but it also seemed even more inhumane cold and cold, and he was slow and cold: "I come here - to clear the king's side."

Clear your side!

What a legitimate reason!

Mo Yelei sneered and decided to fight with his back, "Mo Liyan, you have ulterior motives, and I will not let you go!"

"Kill me!"

As Mo Yelei shouted loudly, all the soldiers beside him drew their swords.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yelei's mouth, and then the smile slowly stiffened and solidified—

Just because,

The fight has indeed started on the scene!

But,

It's his people who fight each other!!

General Yu Yuan held a long sword in his hand and regained the lives of the soldiers around him, "Kill!"

Not only Yu Yuan, but also more soldiers drew their swords at the same time.

The soldiers who were originally standing together instantly started fighting with each other.

Some people are not sure what is going on, but they have become dead souls under the sword.
Chapter completed!