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Within three days, all the white-headed army was wiped out, except for the leader who fled away, a great success.

But soon, four or five different organized armies poured out of the capital. They did not disturb the people, but only attacked the imperial court. In the direction of Jinluan Hall and Yuyang Hall, the target is obvious.

Jun Hanyi connected a few rough bows and arrows, broke them fiercely, and saw several figures running across the palace wall. They were dressed in black robes and had flame marks on their faces. They were members of the Asura Sect.

He squinted his eyes, and immediately stretched out to catch up.

A masked figure landed at the entrance of Yuyang Palace, swift as a ghost, and before the guard had time to react, he felt a chill on his neck, and he fell down with blood spurting from his neck.

The visitor hurried into the Yuyang Palace and picked up the urn on the dragon bed.

Jun Hanyi did not catch up with the man in black, and realized that this was a trick of the other party to divert the tiger away from the mountain, so he rushed back immediately.

Seeing the scene in front of him, his heart felt like a sharp blow, "Put down Yuan'er's urn."

The slender figure in black robe stood at the highest point of the palace wall, the wind blowing past, pulled up his black robe, outlining exquisite curves, it turned out to be a woman.

She was covered with a veil, leaving only a pair of beautiful eyes with a shining moon and a clear pool, but they were so cold and indifferent that it made people's hearts chill, and three cinnabars were dotted on each eyelid, which was shockingly glamorous.

She held Yu Qiyuan's urn in one hand, ignored the people standing not far away, and opened the lid casually, a wisp of soot, just like this, disappeared with the wind.

There was clearly a trace of deep-seated hatred and sarcasm in those eyes.

Jun Hanyi could only feel all the blood rushing to his head, his eyes turned red, "Give me back Yuan'er's urn."

She drew her sword to meet her, but the woman blocked it unceremoniously. The moment of the impact, the light burst out, causing the nearby trees to rustle, breaking branches and falling leaves.

The woman suddenly moved away again, keeping a certain distance from him, the faint fragrance was tangy to the nostrils, and it disappeared before she could smell it clearly.

Jun Hanyi was secretly startled, obviously she only used one hand, but the strength she used was not inferior to him, how high is this woman's martial arts?

There is a jackal on the shoulder of her dress, which is the symbol of the 36 altars of Shuramen. As long as she is caught, maybe the master of Shuramen can be lured out.

No matter how many thoughts Jun Hanyi had, they couldn't reach the urn in her hand.

His whole heart was tied to it, and his eyes never left for a moment, filled with a trace of unspeakable pain.

"Yuan'er didn't provoke you, if you have any deep hatred, just come to me."

Jun Hanyi stared coldly at the masked woman. Her eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, and her whole body was filled with a faint evil spirit. She looked like a difficult character to deal with.

The woman finally spoke, with a hoarse voice like an old woman, "You are such a dizzy dog ​​emperor, how can you still have a heart of love? I just want to save this woman's soul from being stained by you, a stupid king. Get rid of you bastard."

Jun Hanyi's eyes darkened, and he launched an offensive again. The blades clashed, and lights and shadows flashed fiercely across the void. Wherever the two figures passed, flowers and trees kept falling, and the air was full of rocks and dust.

Jun Hanyi pressed on step by step, making frequent killing moves, the woman was not to be outdone, and blocked them all, her aura was fierce and turbulent, as if she wanted to tear the man in front of her into pieces before giving up, but her internal strength was not the same as Jun Hanyi's. Balanced, presumably it is the result of sudden improvement in a short period of time.

Taking advantage of a slight advantage, she quickly pulled a sword flower, and the layered rays of light rushed towards Jun Hanyi, piercing people's eyes. He subconsciously raised his sleeves to cover, and while holding the sword, the tip of the sword pointed at each other. Da Mingmen, but the woman's figure was as nimble as a swimming dragon, he couldn't get a bargain for a long time, when he suddenly thought of the red-clothed figure with dancing sleeves outside the Great Wall, his mind was in a trance for a while, and his strength couldn't help but weakened by two points.

The woman seemed to be a little surprised. When did King Daqing become so weak?

His pupils shrank, he held his sword firmly, advanced a few steps, raised his hand, and threw the urn into the air, all the ashes were scattered and carried away by the wind.

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