The slender body bent an inconceivable arc in mid-air, cleverly avoiding Song Shiren's attack, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed his arm mercilessly, making a long gash, and the bright red blood oozed out, staining his body. red shirt...
The onlookers suddenly widened their eyes: Song Shangshu's martial arts is very good, there are few opponents in the capital, and this woman hurt him with just one move? It's incredible!
His arm was in hot pain, Song Shiren's handsome face was so black that it was about to drip ink, and the coldness shot out from the bottom of his eyes, he suddenly raised his long sword, and stabbed Murong Xue viciously!
Murong Xue pursed her lips, swiping the soft sword in her hand again and again, only to hear a crisp sound of "Dang Dang Dang", Song Shiren's luxurious clothes were cut into big slits one after another, and they were tattered, hanging on his body like rags. Swaying gently in the breeze, red and white wounds looming under the clothes...
It's amazing, it's really amazing, a person as powerful as Song Shangshu was beaten so embarrassingly by her...
Everyone was shocked and praised again and again!
Song Shiren's face was livid, and he looked at Murongxue coldly. Could it be that she is so arrogant, she possesses good martial arts, this is the capital city, and it is the territory of his Song family. No matter how powerful this woman is, she will never be able to surpass his Song family.
His eyes turned cold, and he swung his sword again to stab Murong Xue!
This Song Shiren is really endless, he wants to court death, but she fulfills him!
A trace of impatience flashed in Murong Xue's eyes, she flipped her wrist, and the soft sword in her hand stabbed Song Shiren's heart mercilessly...
A black figure suddenly appeared beside Song Shiren, grabbed his shoulders, pulled him aside, and slapped Murongxue mercilessly!
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she quickly dodged to dodge, her powerful palm brushed across the corner of her clothes, and hit a guard of the Song Mansion not far away, knocking him five or six meters away, and fell heavily to the ground. With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and passed out...
Murong Xue looked up and saw the man wearing a black cloak and a hood on his head, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, a pair of eyes were looming in the hood, it was indescribably eerie and weird...
Song Shiren looked at the man in the cloak, startled, and hesitated to speak.
Murong Xue instantly understood that he was Song Shiren's accomplice, came to kill her and save Song Shiren!
With a cold look in her eyes, she nodded her feet, and her slender body leaped out, stabbing straight at the man in the cloak...
The man in the cloak narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed Song Shiren's shoulders tightly, flew up into the sky like a blue cloud, and flew quickly to the distance. With a light wave of his big and skinny hand like an eagle's claw, a strong internal force flew out, hitting Song Shiren fiercely. To Murong Xue...
Murong Xue swung her sword again and again, cutting off the strong internal force, looking at the cloaked man and Song Shiren who were getting further and further away, she curled her lips and shot out a few silver needles...
In mid-air, the man in the cloak paused for a moment before continuing to fly forward...
Count them running fast! If there is another time, they will not be so lucky!
Murong Xue's eyes were gloomy, she turned around and looked back, only to see the guards of the Song residence scattered like beasts, pushing Song Shixiao who was unconscious, and hurried away...
"Miss Murong, do you want to chase?" the guard of the other courtyard asked in a deep voice.
Murong Xue put her sword back into its sheath, and shook her head lightly: "No need." It's just a bunch of young people, nothing to catch or kill.
"Miss Murong, what should we do with this guard?" The guard from the other courtyard pointed to the guard who was knocked unconscious by the cloaked man, and asked softly: They also don't want to pay attention to this guard of the Song Mansion, but he is lying here, unsightly, Still blocking the gate of the other courtyard...
Murong Xue glanced at the guard and said casually, "Is he dead or alive?"
The guard from the other courtyard tested the guard's breath and arteries, and said in a low voice, "He's dead."
Murong Xue curled her lips into a sneer, and she knew that the cloaked man's palm had exhausted all his strength, and whoever hit him would die: "Put the corpse aside!"
"Yes!" The two guards answered in a deep voice, lifted the dead body one after another, and walked behind the big tree not far away. The thin guard uniforms were torn off, revealing a small piece of fair skin, faintly And a little dark...
"Wait a minute!" Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she ran to the dead body in a hurry, stretched out her hand and tore open the skirt of his clothes, only to see a black palm print appear vividly on his broad chest...
The black palm print in Murong Xue's distant memory appeared vividly, completely overlapping with the palm print in front of her, her cold eyes narrowed sharply...
"What's the matter with you?" Ouyang Shaochen stepped forward and looked at her puzzled. After she left the pavilion, he followed her. Seeing that she and Song Shiren had the upper hand in the fight, he didn't show up.
"I've seen this palm print before." Murong Xue said in a low voice, a glint of light flashed in her pitch-black eyes.
"Where did you see it?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her and asked softly.
"On my father's body." Murong Xue paused every word.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you not mistaken?"
"I can't be wrong!" Although Murong Xue was only four years old back then, Murong Yue's death was too miserable, the red and white scars all over his body, and the black palm prints were all deeply imprinted in her mind...
"My lord, can you find out the identity of the man in the black cloak?" Murong Xue raised her head to look at Ouyang Shaochen, with hope shining in her cold eyes.
Ouyang Shaochen's gaze sank, and he said in a low voice: "If I guess correctly, the man in the black cloak should be Song Shizhong from the Song Mansion."
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "Isn't he poisoned? How can he still move around?"
"There are many experts in detoxification in Southern Xinjiang. Although they can't detoxify him, it is still possible to use some methods to let him walk around at critical moments." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly.
Murong Xue nodded understandingly. Song Shizhong is in his thirties this year, and he was in his twenties ten years ago. It is a very good age for fighting on the battlefield. He should have participated in the battle where Murong Yue was killed!
Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "Your father is very skilled in martial arts. A person from southern Xinjiang who can hit him with a poisonous palm must not be low in martial arts, and his official position in the army is not too small. Song Shizhong entered the army 18 years ago. In the barracks, he was the general who led the army ten years ago. He was one of the generals who led the army to fight against your father. In all likelihood, he is your father-killing enemy... "
Murong Xue's eyes were dark: After Murong Yue died in the battle, the little Murong Ye and Murong Xue have been living in a difficult life in the Zhen Guohou Mansion. They have lived like ice for ten years, taking care of themselves and taking revenge for him. The two basically never thought about it, never thought that she came to the southern Xinjiang capital by chance, and met the real murderer who killed Murong Yue...