Chapter 3020

"That's it." Mo Yelei rode on his horse and crossed his eyes with a sneer. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

It's all rebellion,

Who is more humble than who?

Yu Yuan rode a horse, cold armor and splashed a lot of blood. At the moment, beside Mo Yilei, 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 Yilei's face showed a strange and cruel smile, showing the look of potential.

He's going to make a decision!

All those who stand in his way, whether old or brothers, must die!

A cruel war, just after Mo Rongxuan successfully forced the palace, once again launched a bloody prelude.

Mo Rongxuan's people only experienced this fight not long ago, but now they have to fight with people of the same strength. Obviously, they are a little tired, but they still have enough spirit.

Mo Rongxuan watched one by one of his confidants fall down. He was worried at the bottom of his heart. He was a little more anxious. He bit his teeth, used his internal power, waved a long sword and killed every enemy. However, in a moment, a heartache Chu suddenly rose from the tip of his heart. His hands were soft and his weapons fell directly to the ground!

What's going on?

Mo Rongxuan can most feel the changes of his body. He widened his eyes in horror and can feel the loss of his body strength

He was attacked from behind, but he couldn't resist because he couldn't exert himself. Even if there were close friends around him who wanted to protect him, he was powerless.

Mo Yilei keenly noticed something wrong with Mo Rongxuan. His eyes lit up and launched a fierce attack!

The two armies intersected and fought cruelly.

A fallen corpse, a pair of dead eyes.

The heavy snow overturned the whole capital of Chu, and the blood flowed and dyed the rivers and mountains red.

There was no moonlight on a cold winter night, and the palace was full of bloody and tragic pictures.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, burying the blood and the body.

last,

Mo Yilei's sword directly penetrated Mo Rongxuan's heart.

Mo Rongxuan couldn't dodge. He didn't know what was going on with his body until he died.

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

Mo Yilei won by a narrow margin.

"Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha!" looking at the palace full of barbarians and rivers of blood, Mo Yelei stood alone in it, in the blood of his bones, laughing wildly and arrogantly!

Behind him,

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

Mo Yelei murmured to himself, "eight brothers... This country is mine after all." then, with a confident smile on his face, he raised his feet to go into the emperor's bedroom and meet the old immortal.

"Your Majesty... It's not over yet. Where do you want to go?" Yu Yuan, with deep eyes, looked at the direction in the distance and reminded Mo Yelei.

Mo Yilei was stunned. Before he reacted, he had heard the sound of the iron cavalry from far to far.

Neat and uniform, calm and steady sound, a sound, sonorous and powerful, rigorous and killing, trampling on the snow, skimming the palace, constantly approaching, clear to the ear, cold and ruthless!

Before I saw him, I had vaguely felt the absolute sense of oppression. It was a numbing and slightly trembling voice!

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

Mo Yilei felt an unprecedented pressure. He subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand and looked in that direction, with a bad premonition rising from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately, this premonition became a fact when he saw the man coming from Chu. His pupils contracted, his eyes widened in horror, reflecting the picture.

In this bloody palace, late at night in winter, it was snowy, and thousands of troops came rushing in the vast world, cold, heavy and bloody!

The figure headed by him was slender and tall, lonely and arrogant.

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

That cold and exquisite face does not contain emotion. Its eyebrows and eyes are picturesque. It is engraved with the indifference that is always arrogant. The deep and dark eyes under the long eyelashes are deep and bottomless darkness. At the moment, the wind and clouds fall on Mo Yilei. Its temperament is cold-blooded, cold-blooded and thin, and it has a silent sense of oppression.

"Mo Liyan..." Mo Yilei's face became ugly. How could he forget Mo Liyan! The people around Mo Liyan shocked Mo Yilei and couldn't believe it: "Wei xinglie?!"

How is that possible!

Mo Yelei stares at the fierce general with a kind of ghost eyes, and the bottom of his eyes sets off a storm.

It's really Wei xinglie

Wei xinglie is not dead!!

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

He knew clearly in his heart.

Every picture tonight is the situation caused by King Jin's strategizing and scheming.

Wei xinglie was not dead at all.

Mo Liyan knew that Wei xinglie would only be feared, unable to stretch, and even worried about his life if he stayed in the imperial city again.

In this way, it's better to fake death, secretly develop and become an important chess piece.

Before accompanying Mo Yelei on the expedition... Mo Liyan talked with Wei Pingsheng and boldly used his plan in front of Mo Yelei to give Mo Yelei a chance to get rid of Wei xinglie.

Because Mo Liyan decided that Mo Yilei would do it.

The next thing

That's it.

This is a game from the beginning.

Wei xinglie smiled, but there was no temperature. It was full of bloody gas.

"Mo Liyan, what are you doing?!" Mo Yilei felt more and more flustered at the bottom of his heart. He asked with a gloomy face and gnashing his teeth.

"King Yan forced the palace to rebel, and the crown prince occupied the city." Mo Liyan finally opened his mouth. He rode on the horse straight and cold. The pure black armor set off his cold and white complexion and clear figure, but it also looked more inhumane, cold and cruel: "my king, come to Qingjun's side."

Qing junbian!

What a legitimate reason!

Mo Yilei sneered and decided to fight back, "Mo Liyan, you have ulterior motives, and I won't let you go!"

"Kill me!"

With Mo Yelei shouting, all the soldiers beside him drew out their long swords.

Mo Yilei's mouth showed a contemptuous smile, and then the smile slowly solidified——

Just because,

There has been a fight at the scene!

But,

It's his people who fight each other!!

General Yu Yuan, holding a long sword, ruthlessly and neatly harvested the lives of the soldiers around him, "kill!"

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

The soldiers who had stood together fought each other in an instant.

Some do not know what is going on, but they have become ghosts under the sword.