The Third Thousand and Twenty-Three Chapters Are Shocked Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Sixty-Four)

"Each each other." Mo Yelei rode on the horse, a look of ridicule in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know what you are doing."

It's all rebellion,

Who is humbler than whom?

Yu Yuan rode on a horse, dressed in icy armor and splattered a lot of blood. At this moment, next to Mo Yelei, he clenched his sword and whispered to him, "Your Majesty... If you want to win tonight, it seems that Mo Rongxuan will win. It has to be resolved.”

"I know." Mo Yelei showed a strange and fierce smile on his face, showing the look of inevitable victory.

This country, he has to decide!

All those who block his position, whether it is the immortal old man or the siblings, must die!

A brutal war, just after Mo Rongxuan successfully forced the palace, started a bloody prelude again.

Mo Rongxuan's people had only experienced this fight not long ago, but now they have to fight against people of the same strength. Obviously, they are a little tired, but they are still full of energy.

Mo Rongxuan watched the cronies beside him fall one after another, his heart was secretly anxious, a little more anxious, gritted his teeth and used his internal strength, wielding his long sword and slaying every enemy fiercely, but at a certain moment. In an instant, a piercing pain suddenly rose from the top of his heart, his hands softened, and the weapon he was holding fell directly to the ground!

what happened? !

Mo Rongxuan was the most aware of the changes in his body. He widened his eyes in horror and could feel the power of his body being lost little by little...

He was attacked on both sides, but he couldn't resist because he couldn't use his strength. Even if there were cronies around him who wanted to protect him, he was helpless.

Mo Yelei keenly noticed something wrong with Mo Rongxuan, his eyes lit up, and he launched a fierce attack!

The two armies met and fought ruthlessly.

A fallen corpse, a pair of dead eyes.

The heavy snow overturned the entire Chu Jingcheng, and the blood flowed and dyed the mountains and rivers red.

There was no moonlight on the cold winter night, and the palace was full of bloody and tragic scenes.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, burying the blood and burying the corpses.

at last,

Mo Yelei's sword directly penetrated Mo Rongxuan's heart.

Mo Rongxuan couldn't dodge, and he didn't know what happened to his body until he died.

His eyes reflected the gray sky and the vast snow, his body slowly fell down, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

Mo Yelei narrowly won.

"Hahaha! Hahahahahaha!" Looking at the palace, which was covered in blood and blood, Mo Yelei was standing alone in the blood, laughing wildly and arrogantly.

Louder than arrogance!

behind him,

There were countless soldiers standing in the middle of the night, their figures hidden in the darkness, their weapons still dripping with blood.

Mo Yelei murmured to himself: "Eighth brother... This country is my own after all." Immediately, a confident smile appeared on his face, and he raised his feet to walk into the emperor's bedroom to meet him. The immortal one.

"Your Majesty... It's not over yet, where do you want to go?" Yu Yuan's eyes were deep, looking in the direction far away, he reminded Mo Yelei.

Mo Yelei was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he heard the sound of the iron cavalry from Yuanji Jin.

Neat and uniform, calm and unhurried sound, a sound, sonorous and powerful, rigorous and chilling, stepping on the snow, passing the palace, constantly approaching, clear and merciless!

Before I saw him, I could vaguely feel an absolute sense of oppression, a voice that made my scalp numb and shuddered!

It seems that every sound is not stepping on the snow, but on the apex of the heart.

Mo Yelei felt an unprecedented pressure, he subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, looked in that direction, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately, this premonition became a reality when he saw the visitor clearly, his pupils shrunk, his eyes widened in horror, reflecting the scene.

In this blood-stained palace, in the middle of the winter night, the sky is full of heavy snow, and in the vast world, thousands of troops are galloping, cold and bloody!

And the figure at the head is slender and tall, lonely and arrogant.

The pure black armor reflects the coldest and sharpest light in the world.

That stern and delicate face does not contain emotions, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, engraved with the indifference that is always condescending, and the deep and gloomy eyes under the long eyelashes are a bottomless darkness. On the body, the temperament is cold-blooded and thin, and there is a silent sense of oppression.

"Mo Liyan..." Mo Yelei's face gradually became ugly, how could he forget Mo Liyan! And the people around Mo Liyan shocked Mo Yelei to the extreme, and couldn't believe it: "Wei Xinglie?!"

how can that be!

Mo Yelei stared at the mighty and ferocious general with a ghostly look, and a stormy sea broke out in his eyes.

It's really Wei Xinglie...

Wei Xinglie is not dead! !

Wei Pingsheng looked at the scenes in the palace with a complicated expression.

He clearly understood in his heart.

Every picture tonight is a situation caused by King Jin's strategizing and planning.

Wei Xinglie didn't die at all.

Mo Liyan knew that if Wei Xinglie stayed in the imperial city, he would only be feared by others, unable to stretch, and even had the fear of his life.

Since then, it is better to fake death, develop secretly, and become an important pawn.

Before accompanying Mo Yelei on the expedition... Mo Liyan had negotiated with Wei Pingsheng, and used a bold plan in front of Mo Yelei to give Mo Yelei a chance to get rid of Wei Xinglie.

Because Mo Liyan concluded that Mo Yelei would take action.

Everything that follows...

That's it.

It's been a game from the start.

Wei Xinglie smiled slightly, but there was no warmth, it was full of blood.

"Mo Liyan, what are you doing?!!" Mo Yelei's panic became stronger and stronger, he asked with a gloomy face and gritted teeth.

"King Yan forced the palace to rebel, and abolished the prince to make the city king." Mo Liyan finally spoke. He rode straight and solemn on the horse. But it also appeared to be even more inhumane and cold, unhurried and cold: "This king is here - Qingjun's side."

Qing Jun's side!

What a legitimate reason!

Mo Yelei sneered and decided to fight back, "Mo Liyan, you have ulterior motives, and I won't let you go!"

"Kill me!"

As Mo Yelei shouted loudly, all the soldiers beside him drew out their long swords.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yelei's mouth, and then, the smile slowly stiffened and solidified——

only because,

The scene is indeed on fire!

But,

It's all his people who fight each other! !

General Yu Yuan held a long sword and cut the lives of the surrounding soldiers ruthlessly and neatly, "Kill!"

Not only Yu Yuan, but also more soldiers drew their swords at the same time.

The soldiers who were standing next to each other instantly killed each other.

Some of them still don't know what is going on, and they have already become ghosts under the sword.