Hibiscus Moon

Chapter 110

When Buyue's name was spread to the rivers and lakes again, it was not as gentle and drizzle as before. His name was like a tornado carrying a strong murderous intent and endless blood. Wherever he appeared, there would be a massacre everywhere. Cut down, blood flowed everywhere.

This killing went all the way south from the Central Plains, accompanied by the blooming of flowers on Moshang, and the lingering feeling of spring.

The Liuhua sect was the first to exterminate the sect. It is said that the Liuhua sect released the address of Lu Zipei's tomb, followed by the Qingyin sect, the Wumu sect, and the Jinxin sect... No matter how big or small, many sects were bloodbathed and survived. All of them have already belonged to the Demon Cult.

Except Sanssouci Palace.

The Demon Sect went east before reaching the Yaojiang River, but Sanssouci Palace didn't buy it, and took a small path to block the Demon Sect. It was bound to kill the devil and avenge Ouyang Yue.

Buyue looked at the eyes of all the beauties with lustful eyes, and waved the golden cigarette stick under the sun: "I don't kill women, but if you want to follow me, please put down your weapons and come to my arms. "

What answered him was a flying plum blossom dart, but it was stopped by Li Luan's sword before it got close.

Buyue sat lazily smoking a cigarette in the luxurious sedan chair for eight people, and winked at the beauties, and the Devil's Cult team just ignored them and left.

"You...you stop!"

"Don't bring such a bully!"

"It's you who are bullying, little goblins!" Buyue blew smoke at them, blinked her peach blossom eyes, and the luxurious sedan chair drifted slowly past, completely like a debauched king inspecting his harem beauties.

Qingluan was the first to hold back, grabbed a Demon Cultist and put the knife on his neck: "If you don't stop, I'll kill him!"

"..."

The entire Demon Cult seemed to be deaf, and continued to ignore it.

Qingluan's heart became ruthless, and he chopped the man down, and the rest of the teachers and sisters killed them one after another. Buyue's sedan chair was parked in the middle, with light green curtains hanging on all sides, accompanied by flowers and grass green, full of spring, faintly The devil could be seen smoking lazily.

Although Wuyougong's martial arts greatly increased Buyue's skill, the response to the other female disciples was mediocre. Even Qin Shu, who is the best in martial arts, can only be regarded as the top level in the world. Fortunately, there are many people who come to Wuyougong. All the disciples of the Devil's Cult were like wolves and tigers, but they were only a tie with them.

Buyue was about to pick up the sedan chair and leave when suddenly a large handful of silver needles was sprinkled on the road, hurting his two porters, and then a green lotus flower floated from the sky, Buyue was thinking that this figure looked familiar, Qin Shu's sword got close to his neck, he stretched out two fingers and pressed it lightly, the sword was broken in two.

"Beauty, don't be so rude."

Buyue laughed flirtatiously behind the half-transparent curtain, Qin Shu's usually expressionless face was pale and blue, and she came to kill again with a broken sword.

Buyue dodged left and right, but didn't make a move, and he stopped a disciple who wanted to help, but the more he did this, the whiter Qin Shu's face became, and the more ruthless the sword was.

The hanging veil quickly turned into pieces and flew, Qin Shu's swordsmanship came with a fierce wind, Bu Yue's sideways face turned to her direction, the corners of his eyes were painted like pictures, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his eyes were like stars , the spring light that spread over the mountains seemed to melt into that face.

Qin Shu's heart trembled, the sword in her hand missed the aim, and was sent flying by the smoke rod.

However, her eyes were staring straight at Buyue's face, full of doubts, shock, and hatred...

Buyue whistled loudly: "Hey, beauty, you look so familiar, but where have we met?"

It was originally a cliché he used to strike up a conversation, but Qin Shu was stunned for a moment, and then became fierce: "What is the relationship between Ouyang Yue and you?" This devil is like a portrait, and he is somewhat similar to Ah Yue. !

Buyue said: "I heard that she is the number one beauty in the martial arts world. I really want to marry her as my wife."

Qin Shu became more and more vigilant: "You caught her? What did you do to her?" Although she was usually unsmiling, the concern on her face at this moment did not seem to be fake, which made Buyue feel blocked.

"If you kiss me, I will tell you where she is."

"Prostitution|thief! Don't even think about it!"

Qin Shu got angry, pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and slashed at Buyue, Buyue leaned back, stretched out her hand to grab the dagger, and hugged her slender waist with the other hand, humming, As early as a year ago, when he saw this slender waist, he wanted to hug her, but at that time, he was too useless and afraid of her lewd|power...

"It's late now, beauty, I will tell you only after you kiss me twice."

His face is even more beautiful when you look closely, and his voice is also very pleasant. I don't know how many innocent women have been fascinated by this trick. However, he really doubts that Qin Shu is blind. Looking at him is like looking at a dog. shit!

"The devil! I'll kill you!"

Qin Shu rolled away, but did not get out of Bu Yue's confinement. The two of them made more than a dozen strokes in their palms in this ambiguous posture, and suddenly a cold light flew over. As soon as he rolled, a sword shadow flashed across the place where he was originally sitting.

"Senior Sister, don't be fooled by this devil!" The person who came had an oval face, soft brows and eyes, like a spring willow, but at this time his face was full of anger, holding a long sword, it was Qingluan.

Buyue's eyes brightened slightly, then immediately darkened again, thousands of feelings flooded into her heart.

Seeing each other but not knowing each other, Jian Guang has a long hatred.

In a blink of an eye, Qingluan and Qin Shu came over together, cold light radiated everywhere, and sword energy burst forth!

Buyue retreated three steps in a row, stretched her arms, and then rose into the air, swift and fierce like an eagle to meet him, Qin Shu felt that he was coming like wind and lightning, with a soft and powerful force oppressing him, and then shot , Grasping and twisting, the pain was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, and then she was thrown onto the grass.

Qingluan was better than her, but after being slapped, she struggled to get up, and a pair of snow-white boots with silver flame patterns appeared in front of her eyes. The boots came from the blood that had stepped on the ground, but they were spotless, and they stopped quietly. in front of her.

"Ouyang Yue..."

Buyue's heart skipped a beat, did Qingluan already know?

Qingluan stared into his eyes, wishing two knives could fly out, she just opened her mouth, suddenly her brows frowned, she clutched her chest fiercely, holding back something in pain, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Buyue was worried in her heart, his power has increased so much now, he did use some strength in that palm, and with Qingluan's power, he might hurt his heart and endanger his life.

He didn't care too much, so he hurried over to support her, put his right hand on her back and input internal force to dispel the congestion in her heart veins, about half a stick of incense, Qingluan spurted out a mouthful of black blood, although his face was pale, but The previous purple color is gone.

"Do you feel better?"

Qingluan looked at him suspiciously, her apricot eyes were bright and sparkling with water, and her eyelashes were still moist.

Suddenly, his brows and eyes were curved, and he laughed.

Bu Yue's heart trembled, and thousands of brilliance bloomed in her amber eyes. She felt that the desolate and boring heart was full of flowers in an instant, and there seemed to be seabirds singing in her ears, and the waves were hitting the shore. The fragrance of flowers is the taste of Sanssouci Palace.

The corners of his eyes also curled up.

"Qing...uh..."

He looked down at his abdomen in astonishment, Qingluan looked at him bitterly, holding one end of the dagger with his pale hand, and the other end sank into his body.

He looked at Qinglian again, he didn't understand...

"Ouyang Yue... Did you kill it?" Qingluan's voice was gentle, but full of hatred and grief, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"You devil, why did you kill her! Why did you kill her!"

She yelled uncontrollably, drew out the dagger, and cut it again.

But the knife didn't go any further, Buyue held her wrist with one hand, he looked at Qingluan's tearful face, and when he pressed his fingers lightly, there was the sound of bones breaking, very gentle and gentle.

"do not Cry."

He wiped away the tears on her face with his other hand, still gentle, but his heart was so desolate.

At that moment, he finally understood.

Ouyang Yue is really dead.