The Dragon Rider Guard, a special forces unit under Wang Teng's command that combines assassination and scouting, once again demonstrates its unique terrifying power after stranglehold the eviscerated cavalry. The ghost cavalry, as famous as the gutted cavalry, could not resist. One by one, the cavalrymen in purple and black armor showed their forms, some with their heads or throats cut off, and some even split in half.

"Teng", Ye Wenhao smashed the ground with a huge hammer and was pushed up, a slightly flustered man rushed out, the purple armor was mottled, it should be the tail feathers of the wind bird that were bundled high, and they were hung on the helmet softly, the top of the helmet was smashed, the man rushed out, pulled out the helmet, and showed his face.

"Zhao-Su Yang~! It's you!" Ye Zhiqiu's eyes widened and he pointed at the armored man who revealed his true face in horror. "Dad, do you know him?" Ye Wenhao didn't rush to attack, but turned his head and asked. Ye Zhiqiu nodded, the person in front of him should have died, why did he still appear, when he looked at his death clearly, and he hadn't changed at all, he was still in his twenties, it stands to reason that now Su Chaoyang's age should be about the same as himself.

Zhao Suyang is the youngest son of Suhu, a name that has been almost forgotten by the government and people in the countryside. In the Battle of Sulong, the powerful duke secretly defended the country with the duke. This Zhao Suyang was killed by a hero in a match with a hero. Ye Zhiqiu was also present at the time. Zhao Suyang was defeated and vomited blood to death. Ye Zhiqiu witnessed all this with his own eyes.

"I don't think I'm still alive, do I?" Zhao Suyang's eyes were slender, the whole person was indescribably evil, his eyes flashed cold light from time to time, and Bai Sensen's teeth looked so transparent. "Why are you still alive, how is this possible? You mean you pretend to be dead?" Most of the adults who traveled with Ye Zhiqiu were old officials. There are still some vague memories of the past. Ye Zhiqiu shouted Su Chaoyang's name. Zhao first recalled and pointed to Su Chaoyang, who was pale.

Zhao Suyang snorted coldly, did not explain, but turned to Ye Wenhao, Ye Wenhao's head was slightly raised, and the sledgehammer smashed on his shoulder, the whole person was indescribably arrogant. "Kid, who are you, young enough to practice against God?" Zhao Suyang said as he looked at Ye Wenhao with interest. "Well, the brain was smashed?Dad, do you know him?" Ye Wenhao frowned and asked Ye Zhiqiu.

Zhao Suyang's mouth twitched, he stretched out his palm forward, and muttered, "Twenty-three years later, my moment of revenge has finally come. An unusually strong momentum overflowed from Su Chaoyang's body. As time passed, Ye Wenhao rubbed his eyes and said casually, "Revenge? Are you taking revenge on my father? That's too bad." You won't be able to report it in your life. ”

When the words fell, Ye Wenhao hurriedly made a few gestures, and the shouting of killing suddenly became deafening, and the sound of horses' hooves rushed in, in fact, the army had arrived, but the footsteps were too light and the attention was too concentrated, so he didn't notice it, Ye Zhiqiu turned around and was stunned for a moment.

Everywhere there were black flags, dragon flags, star flags, leaf flags, and well-equipped soldiers, surrounded by a sea of guns. Ye Wenhao took the sledgehammer, walked to Ye Zhiqiu's side, and pointed at the man in armor, "Kill him~!"

How hot the fire of thousands of people gathered on one person is that adults certainly do not know in their daily lives, but seeing this scene with their own eyes, several old hands trembling wildly, entering the eyes, the sun seems to be obscured, and arrows, spears, crossbows, and magic all meet the past of the armored man, can God fight ten thousand enemies?

The answer is no, Su Chao-Yang never thought that Yewen Hao avoided fighting God and used the army to commit suicide. This will be different from the usual 10,000 people. Even if he can't work hard, running is not a problem. But today he is too far behind. The five people who followed Ye Wenhao were not only at the level of God, but also had their own secret skills. As soon as Su Chao-Yang's body disappeared into thin air, he felt dizzy, and an unprecedented pressure hit his whole body. And just like that, he just came out of the space fault

There isn't much detail in the following scenario. Even if it was as powerful as the God of War, it was destroyed in an instant in the face of the firepower gathered by tens of thousands of people. Su Chaoyang died like this. He is estimated to be the most cowardly fighting god in history. A few old people are people who have seen big scenes, but Rao is them, and they have not seen the killing god with their own eyes. King Zhao looked at Ye Wenhao with trembling lips, and said to Ye Zhiqiu, "Is this your son?"

Ye Zhiqiu was also surprised, but as a father, he was still very proud and said, "Hmm." "Indeed, he was a handsome man. The old master said leisurely. Ye Wenhao laughed heartily, this call, Sanshun's soldiers immediately greeted him, the team set off again, and Ye Zhiqiu and his party were escorted by 10,000 people from the oil pipeline.

"Hao Er, why are you here, what's wrong with these soldiers?" Ye Zhiqiu pulled his son aside and asked cautiously. Ye Wenhao lowered his head. He was a head taller than his father and twice as big as Ye Zhiqiu. "My eldest brother sent me here for fear of an accident between my father and uncle. Ye Wenhao replied, "Well, the rain is deliberate. Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

"Dad, look at these soldiers, how about it, these are all me*?" Ye Wenhao proudly showed off to his father. Ye Zhiqiu said with a straight face, "It's one thing to lead the troops, but your class can't be delayed." How about this poem you are learning?" Ye Wenhao suddenly looked struggling. Ye Zhiqiu and Zhanyan smiled again: "Well, I know you're not interested in poetry. After that, command well and strive to become a general. He also patted his son on the shoulder to encourage him.

Ye Wenhao grinned happily. He didn't say it, but he muttered in his heart, your son, I have long been a general, and I have already given all the orders, and I have 50,000 troops~! Of course, he will not tell his father these words. The father and son rarely see each other occasionally. While they were chatting, they shouted: "Stinky boy, skip school~!" Ye Wenhao's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned around tremblingly, and sure enough, his mother was standing not far away with her eyes spitting fire.

Poor Ye Wenhao was taken away by my mother's ear. Ye Zhiqiu looked at her smiling face happily, but her eyes were inevitably worried after all. Soldiers and murder weapons are also ~!

The defeat of the ghost cavalry made Su Hu furious. Suhu is not a person who will let go. Although on the surface he did a good job, he paid tribute to Ye Zhiqiu and hypocritically tried to keep him, but he secretly killed him. He first sent his own army, then the Ghost Cavalry just in case. Unexpectedly, this happened.

"Send a letter to A and ask him to get to work. Since he can't kill the big one, he can kill the small one. Su Hu's eyes flashed with anger, anger is easy to lose his mind, he has always suspected for the first time that Su Hu gave an order without thinking about it, it may be that Zhao Suyang's death stimulated him again, it may be that the old grudge has been given up, in short, the protector has made a stupid decision again.

Ding Wenyuan's brows furrowed, the room was full of blood, a white body could not drip in blood, his good face was full of fear, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and everyone was dead. Gently licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ding Wenyuan stood up, his body moved, the taste didn't seem to be very good today, "squeak", the door opened, and Ding Wenyuan got dressed and walked out.

Waiting at the door were two thin bodies, faces like dead servants, servants without gods in their eyes bowed their heads respectfully, Ding Wenyuan waved his hand, strode away, and the two servants turned around and walked into the room.

"Master, there is a letter. A pale maid said timidly, Ding Wenyuan cast a cold gaze and sat down, "Take it~!" The maid hurriedly put the letter sent from the capital on the table, the letter was translated, Su Hu was ciphertext, Ding Wenyuan had a special translator by his side, his eyes glanced at it, and Ding Wenyuan read the information in the letter roughly.

"Finally a letter, tsk, I'm looking forward to it." Ding Wenyuan's eyes glowed with a strange light, and the body of the maid trembled in fright. Ding Wenyuan also came to the Holy Courtyard, now he is different from the past, the original thin body is not only much stronger, but even the height has increased, before the fat powder face disappears forever, the contours of the face are more ruthless and cold.

Ding Wenyuan, now alias Ding Li, is a rising figure in the boxing club. Two years ago, he joined a boxing club headed by Li Guoning. Although he hasn't joined the club for a long time, his individual abilities are outstanding and he is generous. He immediately had the support of many. Today, Ding Li squeezed the captain and the good people below. He is the only one who can speak in front of Li Guoning.

Now this house was also given to Ding Wenyuan by Li Guoning. Since the Second Prince incident, the boxing club has been very low-key. Because he advocated ultra-nationalism and accepted only Xianglong people, this purpose won the support of many fanatics. In today's sacred court, apart from the thriving Heungmin Party, only the boxing club can be called the seat of the Dagaku.

The entire Heungmin Party is busy with the wedding of the water cold. From the beginning to the end of the wedding, more than 100 people formed a dedicated team to design and plan. Leaders Wang Teng and Shui Han are also busy arranging. For a rare wedding, something has to be done.

But at this juncture, it happened. Wang Teng looked at the report on the table, his brows furrowed. "Which one is this?" Yi Shuihan squinted his eyes, the whole person was extremely cold, and cold information was exuding everywhere, at this time his anger reached the extreme, "The fourth, like the previous one, was poisoned and the blood was sucked dry. Yi Shuihan's voice was colder than his entire momentum.