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

The battlefield is ready!

Smelling an unusual smell, the low-grade red sandalwood secret guard quickly sent out a secret signal, and the Feng family escort team escorting Feng Lianmo immediately surged in from outside the opera house!

In the sky, March pear blossoms are dazzling. In the garden, the battle is about to break out!

Without raising her breath or raising her sword, Wu Qing slowly glanced at the guards surrounding her, then took out a piece of red silk from her sleeve and tied it blindfolded.

Clothed in blood, blindfolded by red silk, the figure in front of her eyes was red and wet. In Feng Lianmo's mind, it gradually overlapped with the figure from Linfeng Academy who drank and had fun!

When this shocking speculation surfaced, Feng Lianmo's heartbeat slowed down a beat, followed by a series of denials. There are people with multi-system talents on the Shadow Continent, but there are several systems that never appear together with the talents of other systems - the dark system, the light system, and the ice system. The powers of these three systems are extremely domineering, and they never appear together. Do not coexist with other forces!

Mei Wuqing himself is an extremely talented dark magician, and the master of the Moyan Pavilion is the ice magician with the highest cultivation level in the God Realm. If two people with the same genius are the same, wouldn't they? Amazing?

No, Mei Yange's surname is Mei, and the owner of Moyan Pavilion is Mei Yange's sister...

Countless thoughts were fighting in Feng Lianmo's mind, and for the first time, the head of the Feng family, who was said to be as knowledgeable as the ocean, fell into suspicion.

On this side, the blindfolded Wu Qing had already moved. She swung her sword and jumped into the Feng family's guards. The sword passed like the wind, passing through the throat, killing several guards in half a breath.

Only when the blood of his companions spattered on himself did the Feng family guards react. They raised their spirits and mobilized their combat skills to attack Wu Qing.

Pulling the sword out from the other guard's heart, Wu Qing glanced sideways and gave a bewildering smile to the guard attacking from behind. The next moment, her person had disappeared, but bright red afterimages could still be seen in the sky, as gorgeous and attractive as red plums blooming in the snow.

Hiss, blood splashed down, and the fallen guard splashed all over the ground. When she was drunk, Wuqing was incredibly fast. In dealing with the assassinations again and again, her senses and body had become so sensitive that ordinary people could not imagine, and her physical fitness had improved several levels compared to when she was sober.

Once the soul wakes up, strange eyes and evil flowers surround it.

Under the moon, the epiphyllum withers, and it becomes difficult to kill.

The wind is fishy and the rain of blood is approaching.

Life and death are your own.

Even if it's a cold life.

The pen sweeps through thousands of troops!

The long sword passed through the air, pierced the clouds and the moon! No combat skills were used, pure sword energy and unmodified magic power splashed out from the tip of the sword. Even so, her protection of the Feng family was still a one-sided killing! The sword swings like a silver rainbow, killing souls and killing people!

On the pear orchard where the corpses were piled up, the man was blindfolded with red silk, and his face was covered with black silk. His wide red sleeves were curled up with the dancing sword, brushing across the ground and raising pure white petals all over the ground. The sword passed, and people Death, the flowers are dyed brightly.

The lights in Nagato are dark, and the night is withered and wet.

Dancing ink paints demonic barriers, and the white wax is bright and disappearing.

The strong wind swept away the flowers, and they were lined with golden lei and jade bottles.

The blue phosphorus waves are swaying in the heart.

Ai Ai's smoke is purple.

The lonely shadow of the palace is long.

As graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, that's all! Killing without blood is a kind of elegance. Killing with blood shows a strange beauty in her hands.

"My lord!" A secret guard couldn't help it. These guards were not elites, but they were trained by the Feng family. But without Feng Lianmo's order, they couldn't attack at will.

"The time has not come yet." Feng Lianmo pulled away from his contemplation and raised his hand to stop the secret guard's movements. In this gap, the last Feng family guard fell to the ground!

Landing gracefully on the ground, Wu Qing shook the long sword in his hand. The gurgling blood flowed down the blade of the sword enchantingly, soaking the petals on the ground drop by drop.

After the blood stains on the sword receded, Wu Qing raised his head and turned towards Feng Lianmo. Even though her eyes were covered by red silk, people could still feel her calm but strange eyes filled with murderous intent.

"My Lord!" The secret guard was anxious. Wu Qing was originally elusive, but after she was drunk, she became even more unfathomable. Who can kill a group of guards without using combat skills? Although these guards are only in the realm of red gold, there is no comparison between the magician using combat skills and not using combat skills!

Keeping his eyes on Wu Qing, Feng Lianmo didn't respond to the secret guard. To prove that these two world-famous people are actually the same person, there is still something missing, a little more definite evidence.

One step... two steps... three steps... Wu Qing walked towards Feng Lianmo step by step.

"Report to the Lord, the palace guards have surrounded the Lord's Mansion!" A guard guarding the gate suddenly rushed in and reported loudly.

Mei Yange was startled and subconsciously looked at Feng Lianmo, who was unfazed by the favor, while Feng Lianmo smiled in return. No one knows when he sent the message to the nearest shrine station, and no one knows how he calculated the time for the shrine people to arrive.

Sensing the evil aura coming from outside, Wu Qing stopped. Just when everyone thought she was going to jump out and rush into the palace guards, a silver-gray glow suddenly rose under her feet.

This is……

boom! Yinshuang's low-grade breath swirled around for nine times, and the instigating energy tore off the silk that bound her hair, and three thousand green silk threads danced in the wind!

Advance! She is advancing! Everyone's eyes were as wide as copper bells. Practitioners generally need to meet certain conditions to advance. Most of the practitioners broke through the bottleneck after a long period of retreat, and some of them exhausted all their skills during the fight. Strength suddenly increased. What is rarer is a sudden epiphany.

Wu Qing, on the other hand, had no latent cultivation, no fighting to the utmost, and no sudden enlightenment, so he just started to advance casually! The person who had cut in a circle was about to continue cutting down when he advanced to a higher level without any warning!

boom! There was another round of faint smell, and this time people were frightened and jumped over. Silver frost is top quality! This is clearly the scent of Yin Shuang, a middle-grade person! She was obviously a low-grade Yinshuang just now!

This shows what?

When this monster advanced to the lower level of Silver Frost, it immediately broke through to the middle level of Silver Frost!

Even though she knew that Wu Qing was actually just restoring her former cultivation, Mei Yange was envious, jealous, and hateful. Normal people know that the higher the realm, the harder it is to advance. It is not uncommon for a high-grade amber magician to spend thousands of years to break through the realm of silver frost.

You said a thousand years is a long time?

What's the point of not growing longer? Is the lifespan that is extended with the growth of cultivation just for you to make a living?

And it took another one or two thousand years to go from the lower level of Yinshuang to the middle level. Today, Wu Qing is equivalent to condensing the time that others spent thousands of years into one day! At this moment, someone finally believed it. The guy who just said that she had only been practicing spells for four years was true.

On the premise of breaking through two realms in one day, it is very reasonable to go from a rookie who knows nothing to a heaven-defying spell master in four years!

The impact of being promoted didn't make Wu Qing's drunkenness subside a little. Opening her eyes, she stepped on the ground and leaped into the air, holding her sword in the air and standing.

Looking down, outside the majestic and square Lord's Mansion, the people of Moyan Pavilion and the shrine are facing each other with swords. Just wait for an opportunity, and the fighting will begin.

The people below are coming with bad intentions, so kill them!

Drinking blood is like tea, and the hair of a wolf traces the pale face.

Killing people is like hemp, brocade, strings and strings.

The dark fragrance and sparse shadows fill the night with mourning souls.

Drinking alone in the shadow, ghosts weeping on the top of the mountain.

The long sword in her hand turned into a stream of light and dispersed. Wuqing's hands slowly lifted upwards. Two extremely bright lights came out from her wide armholes, carrying the wind and clouds, piercing the sky, and two loud sounds. The dragon chants overlap and the rainbow soars into the sky!

Stepping into the realm of silver frost, Wu Qing successfully combined the darkness and ice elements. Now she can fully exert this power at the same time, and even combine it into a combat skill!

The ice flame turned into a dragon and went to the east, and the ink flame turned into a dragon to the west. Two giant dragons made of strange fire rushed into the sky from two different directions, then turned their heads and went straight down. Before people could react, the two dragons had already It lay close to the earth and circled around the Lord's Mansion.

Accompanying the twin dragons are two completely different types of fire. The dark demon fire and the snow-white ice flames surrounded the Lord's Mansion and built a three-foot-high wall of fire. The palace guards who had no time to retreat did not even have time to scream, and their bodies and souls disappeared in the raging fire.

The members of Moyan Pavilion did not suffer. Firstly, they knew their master's habit of taking action. Secondly, after being drunk so many times, Wuqing's killing methods became much more accurate. People who posed no threat to her It's generally not bad luck.

Above the vast sky, two giant dragons with completely opposite colors hang motionless in mid-air with their huge heads raised. On the earth, amid the blazing fire that can burn the sky, pear blossoms dance in the wind.

When the Qing Dynasty is underway, the wine is old and the wine is toasted.

He raises his drunken eyes, scorns the princes, and travels wildly in the sky.

It curves towards the lantern, clears the corners, and shakes the Kun axis.

The platform is like jade, the moon is like a hook, fanning flying clouds, and blood splattering on the nine-story building!

It's just that the people below are no longer in the mood to appreciate this strange and dangerous beauty. They stare at Wu Qing's eyes as thin as needlepoints.

Everyone knows what the black fireworks represent, and everyone knows who can use the black fireworks. And blindfolded by red silk and dressed in red, this person...

Beautiful appearance, fond of red clothes, eyesight problems, such description...

"She...she..." A powerful man pointed with trembling fingers at Wu Qing, who was flying in the sky, his voice trembling. In extreme shock, he finally managed to finish the sentence, "She is a dark magician!"

The dignitaries were vomiting blood as they waited expectantly for an answer. She had been talking nonsense for a long time!

"She is so charming." In the end, a plain but warm voice full of exclamation seeped into the breeze and rose slowly. People turned their heads and saw Feng Lianmo's frail figure not surprisingly.

The murderous mentor of Fengtianyuan of Linfeng Academy is so charming!

The Lord of Moyan Pavilion, the close relative of Lord Dongyu, is so charming!