The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murong Yu suddenly swooped up and swung his soft sword quickly. The silver sword light soared rapidly and densely woven into a larger and larger light net. The afterimages shuttled through the flames, appearing like ghosts and ghosts. In the end, he smashed into the air, and the white sword aura surged like a hurricane, swallowing the sky and fertile sun with the momentum of destroying the world.

The sky and the earth have the same life, covering the sky and the sun; life and death are not afraid, and they are invincible.

At this moment, those fierce flames fell to the ground one after another, and in a blink of an eye there was a black dust on the ground.

Murongci flew off his shoulder lightly, ecstatic, "We have passed the third hall!"

He smiled happily, a little spoiled, and then hugged her-they were still alive, they fought side by side and rushed through it, and it felt so good to hug her.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hug him, forgetting their identities, forgetting the unfilled gap between them, forgetting her mission and responsibilities...At this moment, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

It wasn't long before she realized that she was overjoyed, and she hugged him.

She pushed him away in embarrassment, Murong Yu didn't care. At this moment, a reminder sounded in the air: Let them go north to the Fourth Hall.

Next, the difficulty of breaking through the level gradually increased. Fortunately, they cooperated very well and cooperated with each other. Every time, there was no danger. But in the eighth hall, he was injured.

In order to save her, his left arm was injured and a lot of blood was bleed.

"Will it be toxic?"

Murongci asked worriedly, and bandaged the wound where he poured the wound medicine.

He said in a low voice, "The wound has not turned black and is not poisonous."

If it wasn't for him to rush to rescue her in time, she would be the one who was injured. At this moment, her heart seemed to be grilled by flames, so hot, so hot, that her heart seemed to melt.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

"A little bit." Before Murong Yu finished speaking, he clasped her wrist.

She was squatting on his slanting back, unable to prevent him from violently pulling, she fell into his arms following his strength. He embraced her with precision, and she fell back on her lap and between her arms, staring at him in a daze, her heart rising and falling.

He smiled softly, "If you make up for it, it won't hurt."

Murongci got up in embarrassment, he quickly dropped a kiss on her cheek, and her white snow cheeks immediately flew to Yunxia, ​​charming and sultry.

He stood up, holding her catkin, "Ninth Hall, let's go."

She hesitated, but after all, she didn't break free.

The bronze door of the Ninth Hall was open to welcome them. They were already familiar with the same hall, and they didn't ask aloud, but the difficulty of this last hall must be very high, and it should be unexpected and unexpected.

After waiting for a long time, the hall was still dead.

"It's been so long, why didn't Baihualou make any moves?" She didn't dare to slack off, worried that the other party would attack suddenly.

"Be patient." Murong Yu slanted his lips playfully, "Perhaps the original poster came up with a trick to'heart attack'."

Murongci also thought of this, and the longer they waited, the more anxious they became. When Baihualou makes another move, they will be upset.

He looked around vigilantly, suddenly feeling a bit weird, and was trying to remind her, but saw that she was gone!

"Aci...Aci..."

He looked around eagerly, the hall was empty, where was her shadow?

How could this be? The host of Baihualou took her away?

No, no one can take people away from under his nose!

This must be blindfold!

Murong Yu was anxious and called out loudly, but only his own echo was the answer.

Suddenly, he saw a man swooping and flying with a soft sword in his hand, with an aura of thunder, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows.

The opponent's speed is incredible, and the internal strength is deep. This thorn brings up the whirlwind that swallows everything, as if to swallow him.

He swiftly dodges to avoid him, and when he sees the other party clearly, he can't help but feel shocked: How could this be?

It was himself who assassinated him!

It's another Murong Yu!

It's weird!

He naturally knew that the opponent was fake, so he tried his best to deal with the terrible assassination of the opponent.

Murongci at this time also encountered the same situation.

How could there be another self to assassinate her? what is happening?

She called Murong Yu anxiously, but no one answered him. Where did he go?

What shocked her was that the martial arts of the other self who assassinated her was exactly the same as her, with the same moves and the same internal strength cultivation.

She was puzzled, but the current dangerous situation made her no time to think about it. The opponent's tricks were fatal, and she hated her very much.

Fortunately, she was familiar with her martial arts skills, otherwise she would be injured.

The other party is domineering and tricky, the bright and familiar eyebrows are covered with vicious and murderous, and his face is cold and terrifying.

She was too tired to deal with it, and couldn't help being in a daze. Which one is the real her?

If the other person is the real her, then she wounded or killed herself, wouldn't she be dead?

Thinking of this, her defense became weaker and weaker. The tip of the sword swiftly flew like a poisonous little snake, biting her neck, and once biting it, it was a blood seal.

Murongci was taken aback and rolled to the ground hastily, avoiding the fatal blow.

The opponent stabbed again, rolling up a thousand layers of waves and tens of thousands of snow, surging like a thunderstorm. She quickly reduced her mind, and if she didn't concentrate on dealing with it, she would be killed by the other party.

Next, she no longer wandered, no longer doubted whether she was real or fake, and possessed perception and memory, she was the real one.

This other one's own assassination of her or the main purpose of the Ninth Hall's breakthrough, no one would kill him harshly, for fear of hurting himself by mistake.

Then, only by killing yourself ruthlessly can you successfully break through the barriers.

This is the paradox and horror of the Ninth Hall.

Because few people in the world can truly kill themselves ruthlessly.

At this point in mind, Murong fought without distraction.

After dozens of moves, she found that the killer moves made by the other party were all spawned by her thoughts, and they were a little bit slower than her.

She unscrupulously resorted to tricks, not only swiftly, but also endlessly like a river flowing eastward. Suddenly, she stabbed her body with a sword. The other party didn't expect such a move and wanted to stop it, but it was too late-the other party raised the sword to stab her body, and the person disappeared in an instant.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her limbs suddenly softened.

"Aci...Aci..."

She heard the familiar cry and quickly turned around, but fell into a warm and thick chest, which could not be pushed away like a cast iron.

Murong Yu hugged her tightly, as if recovering from the loss, rubbing her cheek with her cheeks, with infinite tenderness.

In this copper wall and iron wall, she couldn't push it away anyway, and said muffledly: "What's the matter just now?"

"The Ninth Hall is really extraordinary. Only by killing yourself can you pass the test." His big hand rubbed her back, unwilling to let her go.

"My palace thought so too, so I just killed myself." She was joyful in her heart, and it seemed that her mind was not worse than his.

"The poster of Baihualou is really different from ordinary people, setting up such a terrible test. No matter how cruel and cruel people in the world, they will not be cruel enough to kill themselves. Perhaps in the eyes of the host, only killing oneself is truly cruel Spicy."

God knows how scared he was just now, what will happen to him if he never sees her again.

He will surely level Baihualou! Hanging and whipping everyone in Baihualou, no day or night!

Murongci always felt that he was looking at them with a pair of eyes, and pushed him away embarrassedly, "It was just an illusion, but how does the host make us hallucinate?"

"That should be an illusion. What we see is an illusion, or our own illusion." He explained, "This hall is filled with a charming poisonous gas, colorless, tasteless, and very rich. Only then will we have hallucinations."

"What kind of poisonous gas is so powerful?"

"It should be extracted from the mandala and developed with other poisons. Let's go.

The bronze gate opened wide, and Murong Yu took her little hand and walked north.

The tenth hall, the main hall is still empty, and a large gilt-carved chair is placed in the center of the north. The backrest and armrests are carved with auspicious clouds and snow lotus. The golden light is shining and magnificent. A woman leaned on a carved chair, lying on her side in a graceful and enchanting posture, with curvy lines, her exquisite and bulging body covered with snow-white soft gauze, and creamy white smoke enveloped her creamy white skin, pure and flawless but yet beautiful. Raise people's hearts.

It was a beautiful face with a bit of charming and lovely in the vulgarity, and the eyes were as cold as the clear water of late autumn.

"The girl is the host of Baihualou?" Murong Yu asked straightforwardly.

"The two are really martial arts, and they have broken through the nine-storey flower palace." The white gauze woman's eyebrows were agile, her eyes were fascinating, and she was sultry tight. people."

"Baihualou is nothing more than that." Murong sneered sarcastically.

"The two trespassing in my Baihua Tower, what's the point?" The white gauze woman didn't care, still winking like silk, winking charmingly at Murong, trying her best to seduce.

"Baihualou committed a terrible crime in the capital and killed so many innocent people. You, the host, have to ask me what I can do?" Murongci sneered.

"Isn't it just killing a few people? It's worth making a fuss about you coming to Baihualou?" The white gauze woman changed her posture neatly, and her posture was more revealing, attracting men's inquisitive eyes. Suddenly she laughed unpredictably and stared at Murong Yu, "But you came well. As long as you willingly stay with the host for three days and three nights, the host will give you an explanation."

Murongci looked at him with a smile, heh, it was really interesting.

Murong Yu's scenery Jiyue said: "The host wants to give him a hug, but it's a pity that this king's embrace is only open to the woman he likes."

She was a little embarrassed, but she felt very relieved—he knew how to talk.

The white gauze woman giggled, "The royal king is really obsessed with the woman around him. I wonder if she is your confidante? Which family's lady is?"

Murong Ci lifted his chin slightly, arrogantly, "You are not qualified to know my identity."

The white yarn woman smiled meaningfully, "For this poster, there is no secret in the world."