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But in an instant, the armored soldiers had bounced out one after another, and fell to the ground silently, and the fine armor grinded a long white mark on the ground, and I don't know whether they were dead or alive.

"Dead ......"

Zhou Ning looked at the south wing with a solemn face, and with his spiritual sense, he had already heard that the moment those armored soldiers rushed in, they were shocked by someone with an extremely feminine technique, and they died in an instant.

In his induction, this set of techniques is extremely feminine, and the strength is even more weird, and the person who uses this set of martial arts is at least above the innate realm.

Zhou Ning couldn't help but feel stunned in his heart, clearly feeling that tonight's Tianxian Pavilion was probably not a good place, so he quietly gestured to Kou Xu and the others, signaling them to find a chance to slip away.

At this time, Lu Xiangsheng leaned over and said in a low voice: "Little junior brother, when the master leaves, I will leave you a letter, asking you to leave Yangzhou as soon as possible and go to Luoyang, the eastern capital, to meet him." Today's Yangzhou City is not as calm as it seems, but is full of crises, and there are worries of overturning at every turn. ”

Lu Xiangsheng's tone was extremely serious, Zhou Ning nodded, thanked Lu Xiangsheng, and kept this matter in his heart.

Then six or seven more soldiers, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, rushed in, and in the same instant, they flew out one after another, and fell silently to the ground.

Sima Dejiao leaned down with an ugly face, probed the snorts of a few people, let out a long breath, and asked loudly: "Who is Your Excellency from the Great Ming Zun Sect?" ”

I knew in my heart that the person in the room was a rare master in the rivers and lakes in terms of strength, and his tone was full of vigilance and caution.

The man in the room snorted coldly, and did not reply to Sima Dejiao, at this time, he vaguely heard the sound of pouring wine from the room, and then the sound of singers babbling and singing small tunes came from inside.

"The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. The city is a jewel, the household is profitable, and the competition is luxurious. The heavy lake is stacked on top of Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus. ”

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Sima Dejiao walked a few steps, looked inward, with his eyesight, he could vaguely see a man in a blue Confucian shirt sitting cross-legged on the bed, drinking wine and listening to music, this person was about thirty or forty years old, and there was a singer sitting kneeling in front of him, who was sobbing while singing a song of Liu Yong's "Wanghai Tide Southeast Shape Victory".

Zhou Ning and Kou Xu glanced at each other, nodded understandingly, and didn't want to join in the excitement anymore, so they thought about taking advantage of this moment to slip away.

Kou Xu and the others shouted to help the people, and everyone tiptoed to leave the Tianxian Tower, but was stopped by a group of soldiers, and a Xuanjia general led by him said in a deep voice: "Tonight, until the thief is caught, the Tianxian Tower is forbidden to enter and exit." ”

At this time, from the street in the distance, a carriage quietly drove over, stopped at the door of Tianxian Tower, an incomparably pretty woman got off the carriage, glanced at everyone, and hired Tingting into Tianxian Tower.

Kou Xu and the others were stunned for a while, Kou Zhong pointed at the woman and asked with a bitter face, "Then how can she?" ”

A soldier next to him sneered: "That's the emperor's favorite Yuling girl, who will enter the palace in a few days, how can a little gangster like you compare?" ”

Kou Zhong pursed his lips, and had no choice but to retreat to the hall with everyone.

Zhou Ning looked at Yuling's infinitely beautiful back with a slight groan, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he vaguely felt that this beautiful girl was not such a simple prostitute.

At this time, the Qinglou was surrounded by officers and soldiers who had arrived one after another, and two more people walked in, a scribe in his thirties with a long sword tied to his waist and asked in a low voice, "What is the origin of that person?" Are you sure that the book is on him? ”

Sima Dejiao said in a deep voice: "There shouldn't be anything wrong with looking at the line, according to Tian Wen and a few eyewitnesses, that person is about forty years old and wears a cyan Confucian shirt. As for the origin, I'm not sure, the number of martial arts seems to be a bit like the "Imperial Ten Thousand Laws Root Wisdom Sutra" taught by Da Ming Zun, but I don't think it's like it. That martial arts can only be practiced by Da Zun and Atom in the Da Ming Zun Sect, and Yang Dingtian has disappeared for more than half a year, how can it appear here? ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded and asked in a low voice, "The three of us join forces, are you sure to take him down?" ”

Sima Dejiao pulled out the double halberd inserted in his waist and said in a deep voice: "Maybe you can give it a try." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and suddenly they made a force on their tiptoes, like arrows off the string, and rushed into the room together.

An astonishing cyclone suddenly spread out, and only a scream was heard, and the singer staggered out, her face full of tears, but fortunately there was no injury on her body.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the blades in the room was loud, these people seemed to be demolished, four different true qi collided with each other, making a loud noise, and after a while, the entire south wing room exploded, and the situation in the room was unobstructed, and the energy of the three people was intertwined, setting off a big tornado, and the valuable furniture, tables and chairs nearby were all rolled into it, churning and cracking, rolling in all directions.

The old bustard's heart was so painful that he screamed, and his eyes rolled and he fainted on the ground.

Kou Xu and the others were the first time they saw a master fighting, and they understood it at the moment, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

I saw that the person in the room had a clear face, dressed in a green shirt, about forty years old, and his dignity after his disguise was four or five points similar, and it was not unjust to carry this black pot for him.

The wind set off between the four of them was extremely strong, making it impossible for people to get close, and everyone could only take a few steps away and watch the battlefield from afar.

At this time, a gust of fragrant wind came, Zhou Ning squinted, and saw Miss Yuling quietly walking from the dark front hall to the brightly lit hall, with a strange and inexplicable feeling.

This woman is wearing yellow clothes on her upper body, and her lower body is a colorful silk skirt, her skin is white and tender like jade, and she looks extremely beautiful.

As if she couldn't see Zhou Ning, Yuling stood beside him and quietly looked into the arena, that lazy energy did have a thrilling beauty.

Zhou Ning retracted his mind, stared at the moves of the four people, and quietly sensed the energy, the three people on Sima Deji's side were vaguely stronger than him, it should be between the late Dan Qi period and the early congenital stage, but the strong one was also limited, if it was a one-on-one competition, not to mention winning, there should be no problem with retreating with the whole body, as for the middle-aged man in a green shirt, it brought him a deep sense of danger, if he faced each other, I was afraid that he would die if he didn't count.

Sima Deji's double halberd drew a mysterious arc, and slashed towards the middle-aged man in the green shirt, and the middle-aged man in the green shirt popped out a cyan finger with his fingertips, and the position angle was tricky and ingenious, if Sima Dejia's halberd style remained unchanged, because the distance was too close, he would definitely be hit, and at the same time, his body flew back, and the palm wind flew towards the thick back knife of another big man.