Hibiscus Moon

"Buyue, pay with blood!"

As soon as Qin Shu finished speaking, other people in Sanssouci Palace drew their swords one after another.

Gu Ji, Qing Luan and the others also took out their weapons, Buyue blocked Qin Shu's sword, and ordered: "You are not allowed to shoot!" A plum blossom dart from Bichi came oncoming.

He didn't move, he just stretched out his hand to pick it up, and easily clamped the dart with his two fingers, hooked the corner of his lips, and said coldly, "I'll give it back to you."

With a flick of two fingers, no one could see the direction of the dart clearly, it was too fast.

Fear flashed in Bichi's eyes, but before she could dodge it, half of the plum blossom darts suddenly fell into her shoulders. She froze for a moment, and suddenly cried out in horror: "No no no!!! How is that possible! I don't have the antidote !!!”

Qin Shu glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, suddenly raised her sword and spun around, stepped on Yu Lianhuan's shoulder like a sharp arrow and rushed towards the moon. Among the chaotic shadows of the sword, only this arrow was neat and clean. Cruel and ruthless, just like her personality.

Under Mang Mountain, the snow had just melted, and blood flowed everywhere.

The murderous intent and anger of hundreds of people in Sanssouci Palace quickly stained the snow with mottled blood. Buyue alone dealt with hundreds of people. Internal strength, like a monster.

In the chaotic fight, Qingluan was the only one who still stood in place. She watched them fight and roared angrily, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

The sword that stabbed Buyue a year ago was enough for her.

"I don't want to kill you, why do you have to force me?" Buyue broke the hands of two people, and threw them out, but did not take their lives.

There was a cold blue light in his eyes, but that kind of coldness was full of hesitation and despair, like a fight between trapped beasts, Qingluan didn't understand, how could such Bu Yue be so close to her and talk about everything Ouyang Yue?

Bu Yue was answered by two murderous flying swords, Qin Shu and Yu Lianhuan, who combined the two swords, combining the "Fu Rongyue" mental method of Sansou Palace and the "Seven Suns Sword Art" of Qiyang Pavilion, complementary strengths and powers Almost invincible.

Buyue's golden rapier had to deal with them and guard against other people's moves, no matter how strong his martial arts was, he would find it difficult. Gu Ji wanted to charge up several times, but was stopped abruptly by Li Luan.

The light of the sword soared to the sky, cutting off love and righteousness. With this sword swing down, the great net of love and affection woven by Sanssouci Palace, the smoke and dust of the past, was finally cut off by his own hands.

In the end, only Yu Lianhuan and Qin Shu were able to confront Buyue, but they were all seriously injured, only their eyes were bright and burning with flames of hatred, but Buyue was dressed in white clothes like snow, without a speck of dust.

"You really hate me that much?" Buyue looked at Yu Lianhuan.

Yu Lianhuan said: "I don't hate you, but you have committed too many crimes, Buyue, only when you die can this world be peaceful."

"Taiping? How can it be considered Taiping?" Buyue waved her sword and knocked down Qin Shu's long sword. The tip of the sword pierced Yu Lianhuan's chest and abdomen, bringing out a series of snowflakes and scattered in the air.

"Yu Lianhuan!" Qin Shu shouted.

"Even if I die, the world will not be peaceful!" Buyue said.

Qin Shu came to kill him more and more fiercely, without Yu Lianhuan's help, her martial arts were nothing to Bu Yue.

After sending Qin Shu flying again with one palm, Buyue withdrew her hand and said lightly: "You can't kill me, and I won't kill you either, you go."

Qin Shu supported her body with her sword and stood up. Her demeanor was always indifferent, but her eyes were filled with hatred: "Master has been kind to me as much as a mountain. If I don't kill you, who will avenge her big revenge? If I don't kill you , who will pay back the hatred that the Sanssouci Palace is bleeding like a river?"

"But you can't kill me."

"If you can't kill it, you have to kill it! Unless I die!"

"I won't kill you, Senior Sister."

Buyue said those two words softly, and walked towards the direction of the Demon Sect.

"what----"

Qin Shu rushed over, Buyue could dodge by turning sideways, her long sword flew, and Buyue could kick it away, but Buyue walked all the way back, she came up full of holes, the fire in her eyes came from not extinguished.

"Let go, Qin Shu, come and kill me next time."

Qin Shu wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, and suddenly sneered, "You and I will fight again, if I can't kill you this time, I will let go and never kill you!"

"it is good."

So, he raised his sword and faced her.

Qin Shu stood staggeringly, raised her sword over her head, and lay her body sideways in front of her chest, and suddenly rushed over. Buyue originally used the sword to block her sword, but unexpectedly she let go of the sword suddenly, and threw her body sent up.

Buyue froze suddenly, but at that moment, a dagger pierced his heart.

"you……"

Buyue kept one word in his mouth, and couldn't speak any more. He watched Qin Shu's body fall down slowly, a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were mocking and cold.

He suddenly felt that his injured heart was hit hard again, and he spit out blood suddenly.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Gu Ji and the others rushed over, they were all shocked, but saw Bu Yue casually pulled out the dagger from his heart, and the snow-white clothes instantly bloomed like a red peony, stained with a bright red, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Shu.

"Why do you force me? I don't want to kill you, but you force me to kill you! I don't want to kill you, but you would rather use your own life for my death! Sister, you are really amazing!"

"Because, you...damn it!" Qin Shu sneered.

Buyue covered her heart, the blood flowed down her palms to her arms, and blushed on the snow. He walked up to Qin Shu in a few steps, and said with a mocking smile: "It's a pity, I can't die..."

"Ayue!"

Buyue was knocked down suddenly, and Qingluan, who was blocking him, frowned and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Qingluan, what's wrong with you?"

Buyue panicked, and quickly turned her over, only to see five silver needles inserted into her back, glowing with dark blue light.

The needle is poisonous!

He hastily sealed several big holes on her body, but Qingluan's face still turned black quickly, her eyes kept looking at Bu Yue, and her usual gentleness was restored, but she gradually became lax.

"Ah Yue... Ah Yue..."

Buyue held her hand tightly, and when she was about to hug her, the light in her eyes completely dimmed, and her head rested in his arms, just like many times, when they had had enough trouble, she casually Fall asleep on top of him.

"Qingluan? Qingluan?"

Buyue called twice, suddenly felt that his throat was blocked, his voice finally choked up, Qingluan in his eyes became so blurred, tears fell on her face, he hugged the person in his arms tightly and cried bitterly.

This is the most shameless debt of love he owed.

Not even a chance to pay back.

"Who? Who did it!"

He glanced at the direction from which the poisonous needle was sent, but it was the fallen people of Sanssouci Palace, some of them were dead, and some stared at him with hateful eyes, wishing to smash his corpse into thousands of pieces.

Yu Lianhuan fell into a pool of blood, but looked at him with compassionate eyes, a little indifferent.

Qin Shu still had her eyes open, but she was not breathing.

So many people hated him, so many people wanted him to die, but it was Qingluan who died for him.

Gu Ji and others surrounded Buyue after the poisonous needle was shot, and when he calmed down a little, they asked, "Master, did you kill them all?"

Buyue's attack before still had some sympathy, and he didn't kill a few people, but seriously injured them, but now he regretted why he didn't kill them all at that time.

He looked at Yu Lianhuan and Qin Shu, the things in the deep eyes seemed to be completely dead, and his voice was extremely tired: "Lock them up."

Then he carried Qingluan to the Demon Sect in the mountains, dripping blood all the way in the snowy field.