Chapter 356: Face face Murong Jian

Chapter 356, face face Murong Jian
"Wang!" Angry screams passed through the void, into the ears, Murong Xue's bright face was gloomy and terrible, and flew into the falling snow pavilion.
I saw dozens of guards gathered around, holding a sharp sword with a cold flash, and ruthlessly stabbed the most middle of the babe. Babe’s face, head and claws were covered with blood. Horizontally, the vertical one is covered with scars, the bright red blood overflows the wound, and the white hair is especially red!
Its movements slowed down noticeably, but it did not have the slightest fear, dragging the tired body, shuttled back and forth among countless swords and swords, biting one and another bodyguard who wanted to put it to death, the face of Morihan That decisive murderousness is like a proud Tibetan mastiff!
The blood sprinkled on the ground, and it was unclear whether it was the guardian or the babe. The whole snowy pavilion was filled with smell...
"Mad dog, I don't know how to live and die." Murong Jian screamed and slammed his waist and screamed at the waist.
Murong Xue’s momentum suddenly became fierce. His eyes were cold and his toes were a little bit. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of Murong Jian. The soft sword in his hand came out and slashed his arm unrelentingly...
Murong Jian was shocked and quickly recovered his hand. The soft sword wiped his arm and crossed it, drawing a long big mouth. The red blood instantly oozes out the wound and dyes the sleeves...
Murong Xue’s eyes were cold and his wrists turned. The soft sword waved a beautiful arc in the air, bringing a cold and cold killing, and straight to the heart of Murong Jian...
Murong Jian was full of horror, stumbled and retreated: Murong Xue, did she go to the East Factory to participate in the feast? How come back?
One after another, the guards jumped over and waved the sword to block Murong Xue!
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a cold smile, his wrist turned over, and the soft sword in his hand slid across the neck of a famous guard, raised a red bloodline, splashed on the ground, bright red and sable, full of smell. Spread in the air, smoked people want to vomit...
Murong Jian woke up awkwardly, looking at the guard who was cut off the neck, his pupils shrank sharply, and shouted: "Stop, stop... stop working..."
The guards took the lead, took back the long sword, and flew to Murong fitness.
Murong Xue pulled out the long sword from the heart of a bodyguard. He turned to look at Murong Jian little by little, and the icy cold eyes in the dark eyes watched Murong Jian’s heart beat vigorously and jumped back to the moment. Screaming: "Murong Xue, what are you doing?"
"This sentence should be that I ask you, Murong adults, you are leaving me, with so many guards, who are good at falling snow, hurting the hustle and bustle here, oh, babe, and it will be messed up here. What is the intention?" Murong Xue asked sharply, and the black eyes flashed in the dark eyes.
Murong Jian’s eyes flashed unnaturally:
I am just... but...

"What is it? When I smashed something of mine and didn't dare to come to the blatant, I used the shameless way to steal it and grab it!" Murong Xue took the cold and coldly, and his eyes were scornful.
Murong Jian frowned slightly, and the falling snow pavilion was turned over. The discerning people knew that they were looking for something. Murong Xue could naturally guess his purpose. He could not conceal his purpose, but: "We Didn't take anything of you, the Snow Court was just a mess, no loss..."
"Beibei was injured by you, or was seriously injured, blood flow is not limited, also called no loss?" Murong Xue unceremoniously interrupted his words, the dark eyes of the eyes flashed.
Murong Jian sharply swept over the babe, and he was not satisfied: "It’s just a beast..."
"In my opinion, you are not even as good as a beast..."
"Stop!" Murong Jian snapped the words of Murong Xue, and the sharp eyes slammed in the cold: "Mu Rongxue, I am your second uncle, how can you talk to me like this?"
"I am going to mess up your falling snow pavilion, but I didn't kill you alone. The dog was only seriously injured, and there is still gas. You, stabbed me, and killed. I have so many guards, what do you want?"
"This is what you are looking for. If you are not good at falling snow, how can you be seriously injured? How can you lose your life?" Murong Xue returned to him without any politeness.
"You..." Murong Jian pointed at Murong Xue, and he couldn't speak.
"Get out of the town of Houfu, never step further!" Murong Xue looked at Murong Jian with a cold eye, and he did not hesitate to go down the order: the same thing, she will never allow another second.
Murong Jian Qing Jun Rong Yan is almost black and dripping ink: "The town of Hou is also my home, why let me get out?"
"Because the current town of Houfu in the town of Houfu is Murong Yu, not Murong Jian, according to the law of Qingyan, when my brother inherits the position of the town, you should get out!" Murong Xue looked at him coldly. , one word and one meal.
"You..." Murong Jian was discouraged, a handsome face and a burst of white, and instantly changed into dozens of colors. The hand under the sleeves was tightly gripped. Yes, it became a town, not only identity, status Symbol, or the owner of this house, Murong Xue dare to drive him, is to take Murong Yu is the town of Hou, and he, just the guest of the town of the country's 'two uncles'! He will not be sent to the fence, he wants to be the owner of this house!
"This is my father's home, my mother is still alive, how can I go?" He wants to stay in the town of Houfu, count Murong, rob the town of the country, leave here, doing things can be inconvenient Now!
Looking at his desperate eyes, Murong Xue flashed a sneer at the bottom: "You can take your mother and leave Houfu together."
Murong Jian sharp eyes like a sharp arrow, fierce shot to Murong Xue: "My mother married into the town of Houfu, is the old lady of Houfu, a hundred years ago, she is qualified to live in the government, even if your brother is the town of Hou And have no right to drive her away!"
Murong Xue laughed and smiled coldly. She knew that Murong Jian would stay here with great care and deliberate reasons for it! She can do as he wishes, but: "If you want to stay, you can, how many swords did you babe, how much you will!"
At the moment of the fall, Murong Xue’s wrist turned over, and the sharp long sword brought a cold and cold ice. The 'brushing brush' was drawn to Murong’s fitness, and the blood line splashed. Murong Jian’s chest had been drawn with a deep and shallow Shallow scars, fast speed makes people too late to react...
The burning pain came from the chest, and Murong Jian looked down a little bit. He saw the red blood oozing out of the wound and dyed the red shirt. His angry low-pitched voice passed through the clouds and rang through the clouds: "Murong Xue..."
(End of this chapter)