The car door opened, and the gun king looked up at the skyscraper.

straightened his clothes, and then walked to the front of the hotel building, and stood straight.

According to the news, after Chu Yunyang, the king of Yanjing, entered Beijing, he stayed in the largest hotel in Yanjing City.

He Xilai didn't know the specific room.

But there is no need to know, he only needs to let the King of Yanjing hear their voices.

After the Gun King stood in front of the restaurant with his head held high, hundreds of martial arts people behind him also opened the car door one after another and stepped out of the car. He also stood solemnly behind the Gun King.

They were divided into two columns and stood in order.

The evening breeze is light and slightly cool.

But everyone here has blood burning in their hearts and hopes in their chests.

Everyone knew that this night would be the night that would decide the fate of their Huaxia martial arts.

If Chu Yunyang comes out of the mountain, they will have a chance to unify the Huaxia martial arts pattern.

If the king of Yanjing avoids it, they will be divided in the future.

Therefore, this night, no matter what, you must ask King Yanjing to come out of the mountain to help with the fist!

It was under this strong thirst that He Xilai, the king of guns, took the lead in standing up, facing the tall building in front of him, clasping his fists with both hands. The next moment, the voice of the plea, the words of sincerity, resounded throughout the building.

"Today, I am in China, and thieves are in charge. ”

"Huaxia martial arts is even more at stake. ”

"The King of Fighters has fallen, and the God of War is gone. The demon king Chu Yun is even more delusional to split my Huaxia martial arts and establish himself as the king. ”

"Now it is the time of life and death for my Chinese people. ”

"I, the king of the spear, He Xilai, was entrusted by the Sword Saint to represent the supreme martial arts, and I have come to ask the King of Yanjing to come out of the mountain to help. ”

"Please Chu Yunyang, King of Yanjing, sweep away the thieves and help me Huaxia Martial Dao!!"

As if the golden stone fell to the ground, the sonorous sound and scorching words echoed in the whole world.

Under the leadership of the spear king He Xilai, hundreds of Chinese warriors behind him clasped their fists and bowed down to plead.

"Please Chu Yunyang, the king of Yanjing, sweep away the thieves and help me Huaxia Martial Dao!"

.......

"Please King Yanjing, kill the Demon King of Chu, and save me Huaxia from danger!"

.......

“...... Kuang Fu Huaxia Martial Arts!"

.......

The sound of one after another, like a monstrous wave, echoed in the night sky of Yanjing for a long time.

Hundreds of people, all mourning and begging, gathered into a stream, impacting this heaven and earth.

Even some of them were already old with tears in their eyes, and tears flowed down their faces.

Tianhao Hall was originally a downtown area. The scene here naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Many passers-by gathered around, including couples who came out to play, staff who had just gotten off work, and students who came home from self-study at night.

They looked curiously at the group of people gathered under the hotel, and even some young men and women picked up their mobile phones to take pictures.

The flashing lights that lit up one after another shone on the old faces of the gun king and others, and the crystal tears reflected the brilliance of the moonlit night, but it touched many people.

As the night gets deeper and deeper, more and more people gather here.

The King of Guns led the people of Huaxia Martial Arts to still worship outside the hotel, and the sound of pleading echoed through the world, and many of the guests above the hotel looked at it with their heads in wait, but the person they were waiting for still did not appear.

"In the face of the Chu Demon King, is the King of Yanjing also afraid?"

Many people shook their heads and sighed in despair.

However, the gun king still stubbornly insisted: "No, don't give up!"

"King Yanjing will definitely come out!"

"He will definitely lead us to defeat Chu Yun's evil thief..."

He Xilai didn't know where the confidence came from, and the loud voice sounded, but it encouraged everyone not to give up.

Then, the Spear King looked up at the front again, and the sound of lamenting and pleading sounded again in the night sky.

"Please King Yanjing, help me Huaxia Martial Dao!"

“....... Please help me with Huaxia Martial Arts!"

.......

Everyone was holding on hard, and they were almost hoarse. They seem to have pinned all their hopes on King Yanjing.

Some wept, some prayed, and some knelt down to pray.

They only asked the King of Yanjing to come out of the mountain and defeat the demon king Chu Yun, and the humiliation of bowing down to Yanshan could not let him split the Huaxia Martial Dao.

The mournful voices of the crowd converged into a stream, and the passers-by around were also moved, and turned on the flashlights of their mobile phones one after another, giving them light and encouragement.

Finally, at the moment when the gun king and others were almost desperate, on the top of the tall building, a figure finally emerged.

The moonlight was dim, and everyone couldn't see his face clearly.

I saw only his clothes, moving with the wind in a fierce wind.

"Haha..."

"King Yanjing is out!"

"Huaxia Martial Arts is saved..."

"King Yanjing is out of the mountain!!"

The crowd that was crying in despair roared excitedly, and their voices shook the entire starry sky with excitement.

The Gun King also smiled, looking up at the windy figure under the moonlit night.

"Is that the King of Yanjing?"

"Sure enough, there is a kingly spirit. ”

In addition to the surprise of the gun king and others, in the hotel, there were several people who hurriedly walked out.

They wore suits and leather shoes, and they looked respectful.

As soon as they walked out of the hotel, they separated from each other, then looked up at the sky, and bowed respectfully to the figure on the top of the tall building.

"Please King Yanjing, Mr. Chu!" "The head of the Guo family, Guo Huai bowed his head.

"Please Yanjing King, Mr. Chu!" "The head of the Shen family, Shen Wanqian bowed his head.

The head of the Xu family, Xu Bowen also bowed his head.

Seeing the lords of the three wealthy families respectfully worshipping, the gun king He Xilai was undoubtedly more confirmed.

The figure standing on the top of the high-rise building is the king of Yanjing, Chu Yunyang.

The next moment, the gun king He Xilai also walked behind Guo Xu and the other three giants, followed the example of Shen Wanqian and others, and also bowed his head.

"King Yanjing, please, Mr. Chu!"

.......

"Please Yanjing Wang, Mr. Chu ......"

As if a stone stirred up a thousand waves, after the gun king He Xilai fell, hundreds of Chinese warriors behind him bowed their heads together.

The voices of respectful worship and supplication converge into a stream, making the sun and the moon lose their brilliance, and the heavens and the earth lose their color.

In the midst of hundreds of people's prayers, the figure at the top of the Nine Heavens finally moved.

I saw him spill out in one step, his thin body, and jump down from a height of 100 meters.

Rumble!

There was a low, muffled sound, but it was a splash of dust.

After the smoke dissipated, that delicate figure appeared in front of the gun king He Xilai and a group of Chinese martial arts people.

"What, you're looking for me?" Chu Yun looked at the Gun King in front of him, but he smiled slowly.

The next moment, the gun king was stunned.

The martial arts representative of Tiannan Province was stunned.

The martial arts representatives of the three northeastern provinces were also stunned.

All the Chinese martial arts people who came with them tonight were all stunned.

"You... You... You..."

"You... Are you the king of Yanjing, Chu Yunyang?" the gun king He Xilai's expression trembled, like a mournful woman, and his face was like ashes.

His eyes waited deadly, his finger pointed at Chu Yun, and his whole body trembled violently.

In this regard, Chu Yun just smiled faintly and replied calmly: "The deity is, Chu Yunyang." ”

Burst!

A mouthful of blood, but it came from He Xilai's chest and lungs, and spit it out directly.

Blood infects the heavens and the earth, and the moonlight flows lightly.

And the gun king He Xilai was so angry that he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

He never thought that Chu Yunyang, the king of Yanjing who blew up the Japanese kingdom, seriously injured his son He Mingyu, and destroyed the Yanjing Lu family, turned out to be Chu Yun.

At the moment when he got the truth, He Xilai only felt that his heart was broken. All hope fell apart in an instant, and was shattered by the young man in front of him.

There's no scum left!

It's ironic to think about it, the last person they think of relying on is the person they tried to kill.

That feeling is as if his wife has been abducted. But in the end, I found out that it was my own father who abducted his wife.

Although this metaphor is not very appropriate, the feeling of being so depressed that he vomits blood is so apt.

After the Spear King vomited blood and fell to the ground, the warriors who had originally come to ask the King of Yanjing to come out of the mountain to kill Chu Yun were also dead-faced at this time.

The expressions of bitterness are as if they have been reckless. It's as ugly as it gets.

Chu Yun looked down at them like ants. In the words, there is contempt.

"Now, the deity leads the martial arts of the four provinces out of the control of the supreme martial arts, can you obey?"

The crowd was silent in fear.

"Say!" Chu Yun drank angrily.

The faces of the people in front of him turned pale and fell to the ground.

After a long time, a sad voice sounded quietly.

"I... We, served. ”

These words are true, to Chu Yun, they are really convinced.

The King of Yanjing, the Demon King of Chu, the Honor of Jiangdong, and the future Lord of the Four Provinces, the head of the Yunyang Sect.

Who would have thought that this identity that could scare a group of people to death when taken out alone, turned out to be one person in the end.

They didn't even expect that the person they had pleaded and worshiped just now turned out to be Chu Yun.

Chu Yun is Chu Yunyang?

Everyone was full of self-deprecation.

It feels like they're a big joke on their own.