"Where has King Yi been now?" Yang Jinchen, who was out of the room, asked the person who was telling the door as he walked.

"At this time, we should have hit the mountain gate." The person behind him replied respectfully.

Yang Jinchen paused, looked in the direction of the room, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Take that thing and play with them." ”

That thing

Hearing this, the eyes of the person who followed Yang Jinchen were full of horror, his body trembled unconsciously, and his tone trembled a little, "Master"

Yang Jinchen seemed to enjoy the frightened gazes of others, and even the scolding carried a slight chill.

"If you want to go, you will go, where there is so much nonsense."

"But, master, if the mountain gate is destroyed, the defense will be gone, and we will have to change places to live." Although afraid, the guard still stubbornly stated his considerations.

Yang Jinchen glanced at the man calmly, and cruelly hooked the corners of his mouth: "You think that the person who can stop King Yi with that little defense is really stupid." ”

As early as they hit the mountain, Yang Jinchen knew that this hiding place could no longer be hidden, so he wanted to play something big before leaving.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a bloodthirsty smile, and seeing that the person behind him had not reacted, he suddenly snorted coldly, "What are you doing in a daze?" Why don't you go soon? ”

The frightened man was startled, and hurriedly bowed his head in response, and then went out of the courtyard.

Yang Jinchen watched the man disappear in front of him, then he retracted his gaze and stepped on another road, cruelly hooking the corners of his mouth, he was not so stupid, he was stupid to send it up to confront Murong Yichen, he wanted to watch from a distance, looking at him extremely embarrassed.

With his own considerations, Yang Jinchen walked to the highest point of the cottage as soon as he took a step, quietly admiring the violent rumbling sound not far away and the firelight rising in the sky.

Scattered flying sand and rocks, smoke rising from the sky, Yang Jinchen seemed to see Murong Yichen's flesh and blood flying sideways.

There was a terrifying red light flashing in his eyebrows, and the madness in his eyes overwhelmed him for a moment.

There were no flammable materials in front of the mountain gate, and after a few rumbling sounds, the smoke and dust slowly gradually fell, and the group of people who were supposed to fall did not appear in the situation that Yang Jinchen imagined.

Knowing that Yang Jinchen had developed gunpowder, Murong Yichen naturally would not take soldiers who had not been trained to evade, but people from the training camp such as Ning Tian who were well-trained.

They are agile and flexible, and in addition to the previous training camp, Qian Dai specially strengthened their training to dodge similar attacks, so for explosives, although they have little contact, it does not prevent them from knowing how to dodge.

As a result, after several bombardments, they did not receive any more serious injuries except for being embarrassed.

And Murong Yichen, with outstanding martial arts, can always dodge these explosive bags at the first time, and sometimes shoot the flying explosive bags back in the direction of flying in a few clicks.

The explosives hit the ground, smoke and dust flew up, and those with explosives were blown away before they could react, while the scattered flames caused more explosives to explode in front of them.

The scene was out of control for a while, screams and wails.

Seeing that the situation did not develop in the direction he expected, Yang Jinchen's face could be described as black as the bottom of a pot.

At this time, he stood on the observation tower that was built, and finally couldn't help it.

Immediately flew down, and with a wave of his hand, he met the palm slapped by Murong Yichen, and stood on a relatively dry ground with that strength, staring at the infinitely beautiful man with gloomy eyes.

"King Yi hasn't seen you for a long time." Yang Jinchen glanced at the scene, and his own people were lying on the ground, and the scene was far more tragic than what he saw when he stood on the observation tower.

With mutilated corpses and blood flowing everywhere, Yang Jinchen seemed to have returned to Hongcheng, which was full of grief that night, full of red, like hell on earth.

Yang Jinchen's eyes were suddenly full of red, looking at the man who was as tall as the clouds that no one could match, a jealousy that could not be concealed rose in his heart, and his reason was suddenly lost.

"Murong Yichen, you all deserve to die!" Yang Jinchen's voice was full of resentment.

As he spoke, he pounced towards Murong Yichen with the palm wind, Yang Jinchen's kung fu was not bad, he escaped from Hongcheng and reached Phoenix Mountain, and under the stimulation of hatred, he even raised his martial arts by several levels, not to mention reaching the peak, but there was no problem with Murong Yichen for dozens of moves.

Seeing Yang Jinchen's changes, Murong Yichen's eyes moved, raised his hand to stop Ning Tian and the others who wanted to come forward to help, and then after a pause, he flew up and beckoned him.

The duel among the masters, for people like Ning Tian, who are not masters, they can't see the movements between them clearly at all, and all they see in their eyes is two shadows, one green and one white.

They couldn't help, and Ning Tian could only immediately disperse the people he brought to find the whereabouts of the princess and the prince.

Yang Jinchen took a shortcut in practice, so his martial arts were not as solid as Murong Yichen's unique strength, and after the two of them made dozens of moves, Yang Jinchen's tricks gradually fell behind.

Taking advantage of this gap, Murong Yichen suddenly slapped his palm at Yang Jinchen.

Although Yang Jinchen fell behind, he also paid attention to Murong Yichen's movements at all times, and when he saw the attack that was close at hand, he was about to hit his left chest, and he knew that if he was hit this time, he would definitely be killed or injured.

He didn't allow him to think too much, so he decisively leaned his body, and the palm that didn't have time to dodge slapped on the edge of his left chest.

Although he dodged this fatal attack, his lung lobes were not lightly injured, and under the surging of qi and blood, he decisively threw a punch to meet the palm that Murong Yichen slapped again, and then retreated ten meters away.

This punch used up all of Yang Jinchen's strength, and Rao is Murong Yichen felt a little surging with qi and blood.

Murong Yichen, who was forced by that force, took a few steps back, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Yang Jinchen's condition was much worse, and with a poof, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Jinchen's face turned pale, and he forcibly propped up one hand so that he would not be too embarrassed.

At this time, Ning Tianzheng, who was looking for Qiandai and the others everywhere, rushed over from a distance.

Murong Yichen raised his eyes and saw them, looked at the expressions of several people quietly, reached out and pressed the position of his chest, and frowned.

"Lord Qiqi, we searched everywhere, but we found no trace of the princess and the prince." Ning Tian glanced at the embarrassed Yang Jinchen and said with a solemn expression.

Murong Yichen stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and approached Yang Jinchen step by step, "Say, where are the king's wives and children?" ”

The forbearance of anger made Murong Yichen's face change a few times, and there was a murderous intent between his eyebrows that could not be concealed.

At this time, Yang Jinchen's face that had not been covered under the silver mask was as pale as paper, and blood continued to flow out from the corners of his mouth, and when he saw the angry Murong Yichen, he suddenly felt a perverted pleasure.

(To be continued.) )