Chapter 303: who can enemies

There were soldiers in the palace, and Mosang held Luo Wei in one hand and waved the long gun he had taken from a sergeant. This person does not even need the defending force behind him. He can let the soldiers who have met them return to Huang Quan.
Looking at Mo Shangsang's murder, Luo Wei finally began to understand why it was in Tianshuiyuan. If it wasn't for Long Xuan, the army of the three countries could not resist Mosang. The life is too fragile in the hands of Mosang, and even the sound is too late to be sent. It is swept by the rifle in the hands of the fierce god. It is not the intestines that are broken, or the corpse is separated.
"A generation is not as good as a generation," Mo also sang a few words after killing people.
"What do you say?" Looking at another team of officers and men who were killed by the guns on the ground, Luo Wei could not help but ask.
"I saved the evil at that time, the guards in the palace were not so useless," Mo also killed the people, and then went forward. For those who died under their own hands, they did not look at them at a glance.
"This is not the guard in the palace," Rowe said.
"Well, there are people in the military camp outside the palace," Mosang Sang said: "It is also a generation that is not as good as a generation."
These people are a lot worse than the Wushuang Iron Rider at that time. Luo Wei thought that the Wushuang Iron Rider had already done his best in the Tianshuiyuan army, and felt sorry for it.
Mosang Sang stopped by a narrow stream and turned back to defending: "You take them out."
Rovi saw a small boat parked on the bank of the river. "Where is this?" He asked Mosang.
"Yushui River," Mosang Sang put Luo Wei in the boat and said: "The defendings know how to go, go down the river, you can go out of the palace."
"What about you?" Rowe asked: "Don't go with us?"
"It’s easy to come to the palace, I just left, isn’t it too cheap for Sima Qingsha?
Mo Shangsang said.
The defending monk also took the Yaner and came to the boat. He also said to Mosang: "Why should you take this risk?"
"I don't want to go to trouble, how do you get out of town?" Mosang Sang said: "Three sons, hey, let's just pass."
"The sorrowful prince," Luo Wei said that Mosang said that he was going to leave, and he hurriedly asked: "Is he alright?"
"He is very good," Mo Shangsang mentioned Sima Yi, the look on his face was softened and said: "It is much more fun than when he was in the palace."
"That," Rowe thought, as if there was nothing to say to Mo Shangsang.
"Let's go," Mosang Sang will take a boat of three people to push the center of the river.
Yan's nest was in the arms of Luo Wei, and the killing of the road was almost scared.
"It's okay," Rowe comforted Yan. "We can go out of the palace, and it will be fine when we go out."
Yan's nest did not move in Luo Wei's arms, so she was a little safe.
The defending champion stood on the bow of the ship. Now he is not talking to Luo Wei. He is only holding the boat and watching the banks of the river with vigilance. Here, Mosang Sang took him through the past, and all the guards on the way will know that the whistle of the whistle they know has been removed by him and Mosang, but at the moment the whole palace is looking for Mo Sang's North Yan Bing, he still can't take it lightly.
"The torches went to the South Gate," Rowe lay in the boat, watching the fire in the distance, and said to the defending.
"There are people waiting for Mo, there are waiting," said the defending champion. "They want to have a big fight there."
"You," Rowe wanted to ask how the defending father found Mosang, how did he get into the palace to find him, why did he come to Beiyan, how was his family in Da Zhou, and he was beaten in the southeast? How was it, but watching Wei Wei's face focused on the boat, Luo Wei decided to go out after the palace.
"The son," couldn't hear Rovi talking, and the defending officer said, "The defending team really found you."
"Well," Luo Wei rushed and smiled, thinking that people who couldn't laugh again, only then found out that they would still really laugh.
"I said that I will come to pick up the son," said the defending.
"Well," Luo Wei responded again. He suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly touched him. After he touched the warm jade in his arms, Luo Wei was relieved. Anything can be Lost in Beiyan, this buckle can not be lost.
Here at Nanchengmen, the corpse of Sima Qingsha is the body of a place. "Mo is also mulberry," he saw Mosang, and there has been no change with the past, but now it is more hateful.
"Sima Qingsha," Mo also sang also called Sima Qingsha's name. At this time, his hand, the gun that was taken from the sergeant's hand had been replaced by Mo Shangsang's own silver gun. One person, one shot, standing there, can't say that it is a mighty, but no one dares to come forward and fight with him. "You are not like this emperor," Mo Shangsang said to Sima Qingsha.
Sun Li was to be in front of Sima Qingsha and was pushed away by Sima Qingsha. "If you come today, don't go any more," Sima Qingsha said.
"That depends on whether you have the ability to keep people," Mo Shangsang glanced at the soldiers who surrounded him, and said: "Let me see if your skills are good."

"Let's throw the arrow!" Sun Li shouted.
Everyone in the army knows that if he fights with Mosang, he must be looking for death. It’s just rushing together. This person can still come and go in the Wanma army. They are the four battalions plus the royal horses of the palace. It’s estimated that they just went to accompany Mo Mosang and practiced their lives. They didn’t talk about it. Mo also sang.
The arrow is like a rain, and it usually comes to Moshang.
Mosang Sang only used the tip of the gun to pick up a few bodies under his feet. After these people died, the body was also used as a shield by Mo Shangsang, and the real death was not peaceful.
"Your Majesty!" Sun left the knife and fell, and a feather arrow that Mo Huasang took advantage of was turned into two breaks.
"Mo is also mulberry," Sima Qingsha cold to Mo also Sangdao: "Hey, look at how many times you can hold today!"
Mo Huasang will no longer give the archer an opportunity to put an arrow on the tower. He has already rushed to a team of North Yanjun, waving his silver gun, and these soldiers will be killed together.
"Your Majesty," looked at where Mo Huan Sang went, countless deaths and injuries, Sun Li to Sima Qingsha said: "You still go back to the study, there are ministers and generals here."
Sima Qingsha looked blankly, and Mo Shangsang will provoke a half-meter high. After the body fell to the ground, the limbs were separated. "Who is taking a step back," Sima Qingsha said coldly: "Don't decide to marry him!"
The soldiers who had already had a heartfelt heart would hear the words of their own long live, and they had to rush to each other. He died in the hands of Mosang Sang, but he died alone. If he was sinned by his long live, then the family would have to die.
Sima Qingsha also held a sword in his hand. Mo also sang all the way to him to kill him. Sima Qingsha did not panic. There are so many people here, Mo Shangsang is brave, can he fight all the time? Tired to kill this person here.
"What voice?" Sun Li asked at this time.
Sima Qingsha just wanted to ask Sun Li what he said, and he himself heard the sound of the horse.
"The horse is shocked!" The outermost sergeants shouted at this moment.
"It's a royal horse!" Sun has seen the horse's appearance at this time, loudly speaking to Sima Qingsha.
More than three hundred horses became murderous horses at this time. Both eyes were blood red, and the nose was suffocating. They ran through the crowd, and people were dead and wounded.
"Is the horse being prescribed?" Sun Li took Sima Qingsha back and said with amazement.
Mo Huasang laughed at this time, "Sima Qingsha, I will come to see you!" Speaking, Mo also sang flew on the castle tower of Miyagi, the silver gun in his hand was flashing at some time. The soldiers on the tower of the city dumped the body again. Mo Shangsang was thrown behind him from the top of the city building, the brightly lit palace.