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"Frost moon!" , shout a, Qi Mo Xuan can't control of smile, his eyes in many a blood red.

The most important thing about the so-called artifact is channeling.

Zhao Ke can't deny this. His silver gun is almost ready for fire. It is said that people who are obsessed with casting swords will spare their own lives. If a sword is made, it will have spirit.

Legend is legend after all, at least Zhao Ke did not see the person who died for the sword.

Frost in the sky to fly a circle, and finally fell in the hands of Qi Moxuan. The light is big, blue and black alternate, and the breath on the sword body gradually turns to Qi Moxuan's body.

So common sense can not explain everything, Zhao Ke wanted to say something, but nothing can be said. There seems to be a lot of things he doesn't know about the world.

"This is the frost moon?" Zhao Ke was disappointed to see what he really looked like.

The magic sword, which was supposed to be high above, now exudes a strange smell all the time, which is still unacceptable to him.

Purple black lips turned up and down, Qi Moxuan held the frost in front of his eyes and said: "yes, but it's not finished yet. You are also lucky to see not only the frost moon, but also our Mohist army.

"What?" Zhao Ke is not calm. Qi Moxuan's words are full of ghost. Now he can only think of this word, his body exudes black, like a ghost, or a crazy ghost.

"Yes, Mohist army." in the last three months, Qi Moxuan raised the frost moon and pointed up to heaven: "Mohist army, kill!".

In the dark, Zhao Ke can't see what's on the opposite side. But Qi Moxuan's words, is to give him enough vigilance.

The cold wind constantly shuttle around, Zhao Ke instinctively waving a silver gun. The murderous spirit from all sides constantly locked him, and at this moment he felt deep pressure.

What happened? I don't know? All he could see clearly was that the soldiers around him fell down one by one.

Frightened, screamed, Zhao Ke never knew that the enemy with Qi Moxuan is such a terror!

Usually, a gentle person, once infected with murderous, does not understand what is softhearted, does not understand what is concession.

"Sword ghost?" Zhao Ke said uncertainly.

Is there really a ghost in this world? The answer is uncertain. He didn't die. I don't know if consciousness still exists after death.

Qi Moxuan stops attacking. Zhao Ke doesn't move. No one can hurt him.

He gently stroked the frost moon, with unspeakable tenderness and sadness in his eyes. In fact, what Zhao Ke said is quite right, that is, the sword ghost.

A large part of the souls of those killed by frost moon will be attached to their swords. This is generally what ordinary people say about hostility. And what he said about purification is just waiting for the soul of obsession to disperse.

Everyone has obsession. For example, in the former Mohist army, everyone's obsession is that their general lives well.

"Sorry, after you died, Ben will..."

This guilt makes Qi Moxuan unable to make a sound in his throat. What he originally wanted to say may be gone at the moment of his rebellion.

Such a long time has not dissipated the obsession, but at the moment of his death unprecedented active. He is still their concern.

He is said to be a general and has been taking care of his soldiers. In fact, he is the one who is taken care of most.

"General Mo, I'm sorry. The military order is here, so I have to kill ghosts... " , calmed down for a while, Zhao Ke tidied up the mood.

After all, Qi Moxuan is the only one who controls the frost moon. He can see that the sword itself has an impact on him. No matter how strong the sword is, it will not exist independently. In other words, no matter how strong the sword ghost is, if the owner of the sword is gone, they will not exist.

"No matter, even if Ben is going to die, the frost moon will not disappear, and he will always exist with Ben's obsession...".

If he goes that far, he will be a part of it.

On the long street, Zhao Ke struggles to resist. What he can be sure is that he is still a little worse than Qi Moxuan. That persistent belief, he and he are not the same after all.

Qi ChenYun's calculation failed after all. The man didn't understand the emotion as much as he did.

In the palace, Su Wenyan stubbornly pushed away the doctor, red eyes. A pair of bright eyes, with murderous angry airway: "Qi Chenyun, do you still have heart?".

"Yan'er, you just had a miscarriage. Pay attention to your health..." Qi Chenyun suppresses Su Wenyan with both hands. Even if he knew that she had never practiced martial arts, he would rather be stubborn.

She was angry with him and herself.

"It's up to you. Qi Chenyun, my surname is su. I'm still the daughter of the former prime minister. Did you even kill me?" Su Wenyan asked indignantly.

Once upon a time, she did not think that she and Qi Chenyun would come to this step. How could he be so cruel? Doesn't he know who made him live to this day?

She didn't know how to repay the debt. This is how she will face them in the future."Yan'er, what do you say? You are my queen... " Looking at the blood clothes on the bed, Qi Chenyun doesn't care about anything else. If Su Wenyan refuses to treat her, she will die.

Forced to hold back tears, Qi Chenyun said the queen rather than his wife, maybe he thought nothing, but Su Wenyan knew that the person he loved had changed.

Both hands ruthlessly pull Qi ChenYun's arm, Su Wenyan let his vision and Qi Chenyun level, coldly said: "if you still take me as your queen, let him go, otherwise, tomorrow you will hold a national funeral for me.".

This time, it really hurt her heart. Qi Chenyun was stunned for a long time. He didn't know what was going on outside the Imperial City, so he couldn't answer Su Wenyan's question.

Cold smile, Su Wenyan's eyes more a dead gray. Qi Chenyun is no longer the person she knows. She understands what Su Qingjiu says to her, but she doesn't care.

"Hua Hua ~"

the sound of the long sword coming out of its sheath swirls in her ears. Su Wenyan is extremely determined. She will be responsible for her own choice.

In front of this person, she did not know whether he still had friendship for her, but she did not.

"Are you crazy?" Qi Chenyun holds the blade. He never thought Su Wenyan would commit suicide. He is so unbearable in her eyes.

"I'm not crazy. I'm sober." I stubbornly moved the sword forward to my neck. The blade cut the delicate skin, and the blood and tears mixed together.

"Ah ~ ah ~" Qi Chenyun cried out in pain. He didn't dare to regret it. Got an unstable world, lost a wholeheartedly like her.