V2.Chapter 620

Thinking of this, he could not help but draw a bloodthirsty color in his eyes, and the corners of his lips crazily linked up, "the imperial palace is controlled by the empress mother and the Marquis Donglin. It is you who control me now. The situation has been settled for a long time. By the way, there is general Lin. now, she should also be at the foot of the imperial city. "

Yan cenxuan looked at all this in silence. Seeing that Yan Mo Li said so, he spoke slowly: "second brother, there is not only empress in the palace."

Yan Mo Li pupil shrinks, the body moves, "what do you mean by this in the end?"

Hua qianliu then said with a smile, "of course it means literally. By the way, there is general Lin, who forgot to tell you. He is afraid that he is still in Northern Xinjiang. It is impossible to come here without a month, as for the palace..."

Speaking of this, she can ran a smile, showing a mouth of white teeth, "you can rest assured, General Zhao will go to pacify the civil strife."

Yan Moli's face changed completely. His self calming handsome face convulsed uncontrollably and yelled: "you fart! Don't think that you can defeat this king. I tell you, I can't lose! "

Yan cenxuan slightly closed his eyes and sighed.

Yanbei City eyes cold looking at Yan Mo Li, thin lips spit out words such as thin ice, "Yan Mo Li, everything is over."

With that, the sword in his hand deviated a little. Just as a famous worker was about to take Yan Moli down, he suddenly seized the opportunity, jerked his body to one side, and then picked up a big knife on the ground with his toes, and slashed at Yanbei city with red eyes.

Yan Beicheng responded quickly with a long sword.

"Qiang" and "Qiang"

the sound of the collision of weapons aroused more indignation in Yan Moli's heart, and his action was even more fierce.

In terms of martial arts, Yan Beicheng is a little better than Yan Moli, but Yan Moli has already made a crazy attack at this time. For a while, he is no match with Yanbei City, and it is difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat.

Yan Cen Xuan see heart Jiao, eyebrows gradually twisted, one side of the flower thousand willow is light smile stopped to go up to Mo Ling, "don't interfere, this is your master son's own thing."

Mo Ling seems to have something to say, but Qin Ya didn't suddenly grab his hand and shook his head slightly, "brother Mo, you still have injuries."

Mo Ling some rigid stop pace, silent back.

At that time, because of the passage of time and the physical consumption, yanbeicheng and yanmoli were gradually able to differentiate.

As soon as the sword in Yan Beicheng's hand was turned over and picked lightly, the sword in Yan Moli's hand was directly thrown to the ground, and the victory or defeat was divided.

Before huaqianliu had time to give Yan Beicheng a good way, he saw that Yan Moli, who had lost his sword, had no idea what was going wrong. He rushed up again with his red eyes. His dirty palms, however, did not know why a few threads of black gas appeared from his dirty palm, and the speed increased several times. In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yanbei city.

In this fight, Yan Beicheng had some difficulty in parrying. Yan Moli's black spirit had already expanded a little, lingering around his palm.

The black air seemed to have the power of demagogues, which made Yan Beicheng feel a little trance for a moment. It was just between such a trance that Yan Moli attacked him with one hand and put his palm on his chest.

Yan Beicheng stepped back several steps, his chest was filled with blood, his lips overflowed with blood, and his eyes were slightly blackened.