A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

"The sharp weapon has been opened, so there is no reason to use it." Wu Qing stroked the blade and smiled slightly. This sword was a birthday gift prepared for her by the four guardians. It was just a joke from her that she would be more handsome with a sword, so the four guardians searched thousands of mountains and rivers to find her a thousand-year black iron.

Millennium Black Iron is hard to find but not valuable because it does not have any amazing properties. But it is the only material that will not be corroded by dark elements, and it is the best choice for her to make a sword.

Such a sword has no attributes and is not expensive at all, but it was carefully made by the four of them and is her treasure. However, she never expected that the first time she used this sword, she would pierce her heart and baptize it with her own blood!

"Fu Zhaoli, I will accept the lives of these thousands of guards." Wu Qing looked at him with a smile, and then his tone became cold, "Moyan Pavilion obeys the order, no one will be spared!"

"Yes! Pavilion Master!" The four guardians and the rest of the tribe echoed in unison, and in a flash, the auras on their bodies were already different. If it was a cat-and-mouse tease before, now it's a death-stealing force!

"My life is very precious. A thousand people come to pay off the debt, which is really cheap for you!" In a trance, Wu Qing breathed into Fu Zhaoli's ear like a blue breath. The next second, she had already ducked ten meters away. When the sword rises and falls, the two traces of blood are two living lives.

The figure was like a startling giant, the dancing swords and flowers were like dragons, and the flapping shadows were too beautiful to be true, but the strong wind and splashing blood caused by each move filled the field of vision.

The aorta, heart, every strike was accurate. The magic power with a strong dark aura penetrated one person's chest along the sharp blade, and the remaining force also stabbed the neck of the person behind him.

There were thousands of guards surrounding him, but Wu Qing showed no fear on his face. With a few false flicks of his fingertips, clusters of dark flames jumped out and burned on the sharp blade. With the stroke of the sharp blade, it burned all over the field of vision, burning all the guards.

This is Xuan Qing level strength! This is the brutal cruelty of the dark system!

"Xuanqing low-grade, Wu Qing, you..." Fu Zhaoli's lips moved slightly. After not seeing each other for a month, Wu Qing actually advanced to the next level. How long did it take for her to leap to the top grade of jasper! This is another step forward!

Xuan Qing, a low-grade sixteen-year-old Xuan Qing, old men in seclusion can go to hell!

In the cemetery, it was already a one-sided killing! A complete one-sided killing! In the figure that shuttled like a fish, the guards had no power to fight back. The corpses piled up in mountains, and the entire imperial mausoleum flowed into rivers of blood.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Qing glanced at the guard who was still alive but shaking like a sieve, and smiled coldly. Stopping the movements in her hand, she turned her hand and rolled out a black ball of light. Before people had time to sense its danger, the ball of light had already exploded with her as the center.

At that moment, darkness eroded the earth, and you couldn't see your fingers. The violent dark atmosphere rioted in the entire space. Pure magic power without any fancy raged through, and before people could react, their lives were harvested.

In just a few minutes, it felt like a world away. When the sky dawned, the sight that greeted people's eyes made people's souls tremble.

"Pavilion Master, we are lucky to live up to our orders!" The field was swept away, and dozens of Mo Yan Pavilion members stopped their hands at the same time, turned around and knelt down to Wu Qing.

The corpses piled up on the ground, and on top of the bright red, the tribesmen bowed their heads in worship. The visual impact was absolutely shocking.

"Yes, I allow you to go back tonight and get drunk and beat up as many people as you want without having to pay for medical expenses." These words were very twisted and inappropriate, but no one on the scene could laugh.

In front of the imperial mausoleum, the "young man" stood with his sword sheathed, his feet on the bones, his face cold and stern, but his whole body was not stained with a trace of bright red. He was as pure white as a fairy. No one has ever been able to blend two completely different temperaments so naturally.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!" The tribesmen stood up with a swoosh and lined up on both sides, waiting for Wu Qing to move forward.

Picking up the body again, Wu Qing smiled at Fu Zhaoli: "It's all in vain to look back at this beautiful woman, the three thousand people in Beijing are just dreams..." After sighing like an eternity, Wu Qing no longer looked back.

Looking back is all in vain, the three thousand in Beijing have become a dream...

"Beauty Zhaoli, you look like this. Even if you are uneducated and have no skills in the future, if you become a romantic prince, you will bring harm to thousands of noble ladies!"

"Beauty Zhaoli, are you sure you want to be an emperor who wakes up early and is as tired as a donkey? Hmm... you really have no ambition!"

"Summit beauty, I don't ask for blessings. It's enough if you don't hold me back when I'm in trouble. Well, by the way, you can protect me, a powerless drunkard..."

"Summon away the beauty..."

Ten years of dreams completely collapsed at the moment when the white shadow disappeared in front of his eyes.

During a funeral, the supposedly dead master of the Moyan Pavilion suddenly appeared in the imperial mausoleum. With his skills as a rosewood music master and a low-grade Xuan Qing, he once again set off a frenzy, and even slaughtered thousands of royal guards with dozens of people. There are even rumors that half of the guards died at her hands!

On that day, the imperial mausoleum of the Fuying Dynasty was bathed in blood and shocked the world. All the white silks were turned into bright red. The master of the Moyan Pavilion returned as a devil and was revered as the God of Death by the world!

The master of the Moyan Pavilion is not dead, and the long-silent prophecy has spread again. Those who obtain the Mo Yan will be prosperous for all eternity. In addition to the two major dynasties, various small countries and even various celebrities and forces have sent people to look for traces of Wu Qing.

After the Shenyin Sect learned that the person who obtained the Shuo Yue Yahua was the master of the Mo Yan Pavilion, they became furious and threatened to fight the Mo Yan Pavilion until death. They had to kill Wu Qing to vent their hatred!

However, Wu Qing's whereabouts have always been elusive, and those people dare not openly attack the properties under Moyan Pavilion, and they don't even know her name and appearance. How can it be so easy to find her?

Even if the Shenyin Sect dares to attack the industries under Moyan Pavilion, Meiying Dynasty and Fuying Dynasty will not agree. Putting aside the level of personal relationships, Moyan Pavilion's industry is the economic lifeline of half of the two dynasties. Once it arrives, The two dynasties will make the people miserable!

Therefore, the Shenyin Sect can only stare and be angry to death!

It was sad, chaotic, and suddenly indifferent outside, but the headquarters of Moyan Pavilion on the outskirts of Fudu was crazy with joy. A cellar of old wine had been dug out, and various delicacies were placed everywhere. Everyone in Mo Yan Pavilion cheered for Wu Qing's return.

However, the party seemed a bit chaotic.

"You bunch of blood-sucking bugs! You eat ours, wear ours, use ours, and you dare to beat us today! White-eyed wolves! They are all white-eyed wolves!" Zuo Shibao, who looks like a scholar and has the shrewd eyes of a businessman He ran away all over the yard with the golden abacus that he couldn't put down.

"Young Master Qing said that you don't have to pay for medical expenses if you beat someone today. I'm poor, so of course I have to seize the opportunity!" The right envoy chased the left envoy with a big knife and jumped up and down. From time to time, he gave Wu Qing a simple and honest giggle.