Chapter 275: Really fierce

Chapter 275 is fierce
The slender body bends an incredible arc in the air, cleverly avoiding the attack of Song Shiren. The soft sword in his hand stabbed his arm unrelentingly, drawing a long mouth, and the red blood leaked out and dyed. Red shirt...
The crowds on the crowd suddenly widened their eyes: Song Shangshu’s martial arts was very good. There were few opponents in the capital. This woman actually hurt him with only one stroke. It’s incredible!
The burning pain of his arms, the face of Song Shiren Qing Jun is so dark that the ink is about to drip out, and the bottom of the cold slams, slamming the sword, and swearing to Murong Xue!
Murong Xue grinned, the soft sword in his hand swayed again and again, only listening to the 'Dangdang' burst of sound, Song Shiren's expensive clothes were drawn one after another big, broken, like rags hanging on the body, with The breeze swayed gently, and the red and white staggered wounds were looming under the clothes...
It’s so powerful, it’s so powerful, Song Shangshu’s so powerful person, she was so embarrassed by her...
Everyone was shocked and praised again and again!
Song Shiren is looking like a blue-green, cold and cold looking at Murong Xue, is she so arrogant, the original martial arts, here is the capital, is the site of his Song family, this woman is more powerful, but also want to override his Song family.
His eyes were cold, and he once again slashed his sword to Murong Xue!
This Song Shiren, really endless, he wants to find death, she fulfills him!
Murong Xue’s bottom flashed a trace of impatience, his wrist turned over, and the soft sword in his hand was unrelentingly stabbed to the heart of Song Shiren...
A black figure suddenly appeared next to Song Shiren, grabbed his shoulder, pulled him into the side, and fiercely took the wind and mercilessly rushed toward Murong Xue!
Murong Xue glanced at it and quickly evaded it. The strong palms wiped her clothes and crossed the corner. He hit a Songfu guard who was not far away. He shot him five or six meters away and fell to the ground. With a bang, spit out a blood, head stunned, fainted in the past...
Murong Xue looked up and saw that the man wore a black cloak and a hood. The whole body was covered in the darkness. A pair of eyes were looming in the hood, and the sinister and strange things could not be said...
Song Shiren looked at the man in the cloak and groaned, and he stopped talking.
Murong Xue instantly understood that he was an associate of Song Shiren, to kill her and save Song Shiren!
Her eyes were cold, her feet were a little bit, her slender body leaped out, and she stabbed straight to the cloak man...
The man in the cloak’s eyes squatted, clutching the shoulders of Song Shiren, flying like a blue sky, flying quickly into the distance, the eagle-skinned, thin hand swayed, a strong internal force flew out and beaten. To Murong Xue...
Murong Xue repeatedly swords, will force the internal force exhausted, looking at the cloak man and Song Shiren, who is getting farther and farther, she grinned and shot a few silver needles...
In midair, the man’s movements in the cloak paused and continued to fly forward...
Count them running fast! If there is another time, they will not be so lucky!
Murong Xue looked faintly, turned and looked back, only to see the Songfu guards and birds as the beasts, pushing the unconscious Song Shixiao, hurriedly ran away...
"Murong girl, do you want to chase?"
Murong Xue took the sword back to the sheath and gently shook his head: "No need." Just a group of small scorpions, nothing to catch, can kill.
"Murong girl, what should I do with this guard?" The guard of the other hospital pointed to the guard who was stunned by the man in the cloak. He whispered: They did not want to pay attention to the Songfu guard, but he was lying here, unsightly. Also blocking the door of other hospitals...
Murong Xue took a look at the guards and said carelessly: "Is he dead or alive?"
The guards in the other court tried the nose and the arteries of the guard. The low voice said: "It is already dead."
Murong Xue sneered at her lips, she knew that the cloak of the man had exhausted all his strength, whoever died on the body: "Put the body to the side!"
"Yes!" The two guards screamed, lifting the dead body one after the other, walking behind the big tree not far away, the thin guard uniform was torn open, revealing a small piece of fair skin, faint There is a little darkness...
"Wait a minute!" Murong Xue glanced at him and hurried to the dead body. He reached out and pulled away his robes. He saw his broad chest and a dark palm print appeared...
Murong Xue’s dark slap in the memory of the distant memory appeared in full contrast with the palm print in front of her, and she slammed her eyes coldly...
"What happened to you?" Ouyang Shaoqi came forward and looked at her inexplicably. After she left the pavilion, he followed and saw her and Song Shiren hand in hand to gain the upper hand. He did not show up.
"This palm print, I have seen." Murong Xue said lowly, dark eyes in the dark eyes flashed.

Where have you seen it?
Ouyang Shaohao looked at her and asked softly.
"My body is on my knees." Murong Xue said a word.
Ouyang Shaohao eyes micro-coagulation: "You are not mistaken?"
"Absolutely wrong!" Although Murong Xue was only four years old, the death of Murong Yue was too miserable. The red and white scars, the dark palm prints, were deeply imprinted in her mind... ...
"Shizi, can you find out the identity of the black cloak?" Murong Xue looked up at Ouyang Shaohao, and there was a little bit of hope in the cold eyes.
Ouyang Shaohao’s eyes sank, and the low voice said:
If I didn’t guess wrong, the black cloak should be Song Shizhong of Song Dynasty.

Murong Xue glanced at him: "Is he not poisoned? How can he walk around?"
"Southern Xinjiang has a lot of detoxification masters. Although he can't solve his poisonousness, it is still possible to use some techniques to let him go out in a critical moment." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly.
Murong Xue nodded, Song Shizhong was in his thirties, ten years ago, he was in his twenties. It was the good age of the battle in the battlefield. Murong was killed in the battle. He should participate!
Ouyang Shaohao Shen Shen for a moment, faintly said: "Your father's martial arts is strong, the Nanjiang people who can beat the poisonous palm to him, the martial arts is certainly not low, and the official position in the army will not be too small. Song Shizhong entered 18 years ago. The military camp, a commander of the army 10 years ago, has him in the generals who led the troops to fight with your father. He is the enemy of your father..."
Murong Xue's eyes are faint: After Murong Yue died in the battlefield, the little Murong Yu, Murong Xue has been living hard in the town of Houfu. For ten years, he has been covered with thin ice, self-satisfied, revenge for him, they I basically didn't think about it. I didn't expect that she came to the capital of South Xinjiang by chance, and even met the real murder of Murong.
(End of this chapter)