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The other party didn't report his name, obviously what Yue Zilin did before made him feel lingering fear.

This time, the woman attacked first.

Unlike Meng Ran's fierce aura, the woman's swordsmanship was simple, but she had no flaws, and her moves directly took her life.

Yue Zi faced back and raised his sword to fight.

If the fight continues like this, even if she wins, she will lose most of her energy, and a quick decision is the best way.

The next moment, Yue Zilin suddenly changed his attack, leaped and slammed down on the woman.

Originally, she had been retreating, and the sudden change of attack caught the opponent by surprise, but she was also battle-tested, so she immediately blocked it with her sword.

The distance between the two was less than half a foot.

Yue Zilin suddenly withdrew his sword and approached him, grabbing the opponent's throat with five fingers.

With a click, it seemed that the armor was broken.

The woman fell to the ground, blood gushing from her body.

If someone were willing to turn her body over, they would find that the iron armor at her throat had been broken, her fingers had penetrated an inch of flesh, and although the wound was bleeding, there were ice lumps everywhere.

Yue Zilin licked the blood from his fingertips, not only the woman's, but also hers.

She had broken fine iron swords with her bare hands, but she had never torn through armor, and her nails were all chopped off, which hurt like hell.

But luckily she won.

"The name of this trick is to see Long Yuyuan." Yue Zi said.

She glanced at the people in the room, and said loudly: "Who else wants to try?"

The two walked out together, seeing that the patterns on their sabers were the same, they were probably either husband and wife or sisters and brothers.

The six people protecting Jialan were as immobile as a mountain, surrounding Jialan.

"This sword is called Chunshui." Yue Zi raised the sword and said, "I don't know what kind of sword you two are using?"

"No one is worth mentioning." A man said, his voice was low and hoarse, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women.

Before the words fell, the two attacked first.

As soon as the two of them started fighting, Yue Zilin believed in his own judgment even more. This kind of tacit understanding must have accompanied them for many years.

The two attacked one by one and defended one by one, and they had a very tacit understanding. Yue Zilin originally intended to attack one by one, but it was not easy to do it. When she swung her sword at one, the other would often attack behind, and she had to dodge.

The two looked at each other, one of them made a sudden move, and Yue Zilin dodged shortly, and was slashed to the back by a sword.

The blade pierced into the flesh and tore it open. Yue Zilin dodged quickly, but he was still cut a foot long.

The severe pain made Yue Zilin's eyes turn pale. She was about to make a move, but she couldn't hold the sword firmly.

The two of them saw her half kneeling on the ground, the sword was almost out of hand, and they raised their swords and slashed.

Just listen to a small sound.

Several silver needles swished out.

This is the inspiration she got from the mirror. No matter how small the knife is, it is too obvious. It is naturally convenient for the unsuspecting person. For the master of fortification, it is difficult to use this kind of thing to kill people.

The spring water is organically enclosed, and the silver needle is inside. The needle is full of poison, and the throat is sealed with blood.

Because the Twelve Riders of the Drinking Moon had to fight and protect Jialan at the same time, their armor was very light, and it was not one piece, but had connecting gaps everywhere.

The silver needle flew out, if it wasn't under the lamp, it could be almost transparent.

Who would have thought that she would have such a backhand, and all kinds of bowing her head to show weakness just now were just for this moment.

The two backed away, and were about to use their internal force to force out the silver needle, but their movements stopped in unison.

The two were still standing, but they quietly seemed to be dead.

Yue Zilin held his sword and leaned on it, and slowly stood up.

There was blood on her face, and blood on her body. The green clothes on her body seemed to have been soaked in blood, and the blood trickled down the corners of the clothes.

Her hair was also scattered, and her eyebrows and eyes looked more picturesque and gorgeous when she stuck to her ice-white skin.

Jialan suddenly had the illusion that Fang Lian had come back to life.

Not only did Fang Lian come back to life, but he also came back to life when he was the youngest and most glamorous. That was Fang Lian, youthful and extremely frivolous.

If Fang Lian and Gu Hou had never died, how amazing would be the daughter they taught?

She had seen Yue Zilin when she was young, who was as proud as her mother, but with a warm skin like Gu Hou, who dared to ride horses and hunt with her mother at a young age.

But if there is no such thing.

Jialan restrained her thoughts.

Now she can't see the shadow of that delicate lady at all, and the one who survived is Yue Zilin, who came to take her life.

"If you commit suicide," Jia Lan said, "I will leave your whole body behind."

Yue Zilin took a few deep breaths, and said with a smile: "If the family of Princess Jialan is wiped out, and your enemy says they want to leave your whole body, how will Princess Jialan treat you?"

Jialan looked at her coldly, without speaking.

Yue Zi opened his lips with a smile, and said: "Very hypocritical!"

This time, she made a move towards Jialan.

One said: "Protect the princess!"

The sounds of hand-to-hand combat kept ringing in my ears, and Yue Zilin suffered more and more injuries.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside - it was the three people guarding the door.

"Who else can there be at this time?" Jia Lan's fingers lightly brushed her lips, and she suddenly smiled, "I'm afraid it's Duan Buyi."

Yue Zilin's expression finally changed.

"You wanted to save her life, but she came to the door by herself. Should I praise your affection, or should I laugh at her for being stupid?" Jia Lan said, "This ability to seduce people's minds is exactly the same as your mother's. Really knowledgeable."

There were two people guarding Jialan, one of them suddenly made a move when he heard this, and moved towards Jialan.

Another person picked her sword away, and the two started fighting.

Jia Lan's expression remained unchanged, she had encountered too many mutiny and defection scenes in her life, at this time, she just clenched her sword tightly.

"Although Duan Buyi's martial arts are excellent, he has not reached the level of perfection. Compared with you, he is worse than you," Jia Lan's voice sounded calmly, "Even you have to rely on hidden weapons to win. Erqi, the daughter taught by the upright Marshal Duan, whether she can survive is unknown." She laughed, a little joyfully.

Yue Zilin was entangled by three people, unable to separate himself.

"Although you have opened up the joints around me, it would be too stupid to do it suddenly at this time. If I were you, I would definitely..."

The sharp knife pierced through the chest, and the blood flowed slowly.

Jia Lan turned her head in disbelief, and looked at Hu San'er in shock.

Yue Zilin smiled and said: "This is my killer move."

If that person hadn't betrayed and shot at that time, how could he have distracted the last person beside Jialan?

If she didn't rush in and was poisoned again, how could Jialan show up?

If she didn't write those letters, why would Jialan go to Qincheng in person?

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled.

The smell of smoke is everywhere.

She has never been an upright person, and the poison on Yue Zilin's body is enough to massacre the city.

People in the room fell down one after another, and only Yue Zilin, the traitor, Hu San'er, and Jialan stood.

The sachet on Jialan's body can detoxify, and everyone else took the antidote.

Jia Lan swallowed a mouthful of blood, and said to Hu San, "You are... my own daughter."

Hu San'er remained expressionless, and said, "I guessed it."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of Wenxiu grass cake and the little angel of YY19490409 for mine.