His heart was beating like a drum, Feng Jun came to cover his heart, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let Lu Zhan keep an eye on it, let's wait for news here." ”

"Yes." The guards retreated, Feng Jun felt a lot better when he came, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the palace again, could it really be that one couldn't be defeated?

Could it be that he has the strength of the pavilion master? How is this possible, how old is he, Yuan Ying is not yet 20 years old, how is this possible!

Feng Junlai felt that he must be crazy, the Jindan Realm, which was less than 20 years old, had been rare to see in a hundred years, if that was a Yuan Baby, wouldn't God be blind, is there still the word fair in this world?

I don't know if there is a fair word in the world, maybe there is or maybe not, anyway, Li Dongyang is really a master of Yuanying, which is why Li Dongyang is full of confidence to make trouble by Prince Xian.

It is said that the drum needs to be hammered, Li Dongyang really put a lot of effort into this time, and there will be endless trouble in the future.

At the same time, in the depths of the vast grassland, an elite team held the blood wolf flag and appeared in a high-profile manner, and where it passed, it either fell or died!

The person at the head was tall and bearded, with a scar across half of his cheek, and it was the Blood Knife King who had fled back then.

It's just that the momentum exuded by the Blood Knife King at this time is not an innate master, if Li Dongyang is here, he will definitely be surprised to find that the Blood Knife King is actually a Yuan Baby!

Of course, if Feng Jun came to see it, he would definitely shout that God was blind!

There are not many elites behind the Blood Knife King, and there are only 3,000 people, and the dead and wounded of the subordinates who fled with him back then are only these veterans of a hundred battles.

The goal of their comeback this time is clear, and that is revenge!

Mobei was pitted very miserably, he was injured without gas, and he left a big ~ piece of territory and fled to the end of the world, how did he lose it back then, and how does the Blood Knife King pick it up now.

As the king of Mobei, this is his responsibility and his lifelong pursuit, in order to achieve this goal, he can sell himself ~ to the devil.

The bell rang, and the capital of Wu was awakened by the dull sound of footsteps, and hundreds of people were trembling, only a few daring ones peeked out through the crack in the door.

Li Dongyang sat in the Hall of Rende, listening to the footsteps in the distance, the corners of his mouth raised a sneer, he must ask Prince Xian, why did he rebel?

To be honest, Li Dongyang couldn't figure it out, Meng Kexin treated the Meng family's collateral really well, and he was even more excellent to Prince Xian, otherwise he wouldn't be able to account for a virtuous character.

It is said that Prince Xian should be satisfied, you must know that his credit for the restoration of Wu was not the greatest, and it was the Zhou family, the Qiao family, and the Kong family who should be crowned kings in terms of meritorious deeds, not Prince Xian.

Li Dongyang has never hypnotized Prince Xian, in order to let Prince Xian speak out himself.

"Lord Wang, the army has crossed Suzaku Street and arrived at the gate of the palace." Father-in-law Fu wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said, his face full of fear.

"Hmm." Li Dongyang didn't raise his eyelids, and when he arrived at the gate of the palace, then they had no way to retreat, they could die.

"Lord Wang, the people from the Phoenix Pavilion have appeared." The stone ran in from outside, with an excited smile on his face, and he could finally have a good fight.

"Who's leading the team?" Li Dongyang raised his eyelids, and finally became interested, Phoenix Pavilion was the person he was waiting for.

"The leader of the team is an old man, followed by more than thirty people, it should be the elite of the Phoenix Pavilion hidden in the Wu Kingdom." The stone replied.

"Good, don't leave a single one." Li Dongyang waved his hand and stood up, he wanted to have no soil for the Phoenix Pavilion to survive in Wu Country after today.

"Yes." The stone led the order to retreat and continue to monitor the eight directions, today is destined to be an uneven night.

Prince Xian walked in the middle of the team wearing a helmet and armor, his face was full of smugness, he didn't expect the rebellion to go so smoothly, and he had not encountered resistance when he reached the palace.

Thinking about it, Li Dongyang has been poisoned and died at this time, hehe, a wild species is also worthy of touching the Meng family!

"Lord Wang, are you attacking the palace gate now?" General Wang stepped forward and asked, the old face was also excited, this is the work of all dragons, not to mention the king, at least he is also a prince.

"Attack, I will sit on the Hall of Benevolence before dawn." Prince Xian waved his hand excitedly and shouted.

"Whoa!" General Wang received the order and personally led his troops to attack the palace gate.

For a while, there was a shout of killing in front of the gate of the palace, arrows rained down, and the shouts converged into one, and it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.

Li Dongyang walked up to the observation tower and looked at the battle in front of the palace gate condescendingly, his eyes fell on the middle of the team, and Prince Xian was watching the battle on a tall horse.

Next to Prince Xian was an old man in white clothes, white beard and white hair, the old man had a fierce look, his eyes were cold and piercing, and he knew at a glance that he was a guy who had killed too much.

This person is the protector Feng Jiu sent by the Phoenix Pavilion to guard the ancestral tomb, and behind Feng Jiu, he followed the elite disciples of the Phoenix Pavilion hidden in the Wu Kingdom, and his lowest strength was also innate.

In fact, these people are all local chickens and dogs in Feng Jiu's eyes, and they can't be considered to be in the hall if they haven't entered the Qi Refining Realm, and they are counted as entering the room only when they enter the Foundation Building Realm, and they are not considered farts in his eyes.

It's just that the general strength of Wu Guo is not high, which makes the innate set off so strong, in Feng Jiu's eyes, these people are all playing children's games.

If it weren't for the invitation from Feng Jun, Feng Jiu wouldn't have appeared here, of course, Feng Jun might have done a great job.

That is, after taking the state of Wu, Feng Jun will help Feng Jiu intercede and transfer Feng Jiu back to the Phoenix Pavilion headquarters, which is where Feng Jiu is impressed.

As for Li Dongyang's strength, Feng Jiu didn't take it to heart, he looked down on Wu Guoren in his heart.

thinks that these people are indigenous, but forgets that the ancestors of the Feng family grew up in this soil.

Seeing Prince Xian's motley army fall one after another, and a palace gate didn't knock down a single cup of tea, Feng Jiu began to be dissatisfied.

"Wang Han, you go up and take down the palace gate." Feng Jiu took his chin and took the roll call, and the strong man of the Foundation Building Realm named Wang Han bowed down to receive the order, and rushed to the palace gate with the deadly nine-ring machete.

It's just that Wang Han underestimated the power of the palace gate guard, if he really let these people enter the palace, Li Dongyang's face would be gone, and Li Dongyang would never let the palace gate be lost even if he played by himself.

Wang Hanyue naturally had a shot to fight, and it was the royal family who worshipped Guan Yue, and as soon as Guan Yue appeared, it was a wah-and-a strange scream, and his arms trembled with excitement, but it was his turn to play.

Guan Yue is anxious, there has been no rebellion, he has no place to use his weapons, no battle means no chance to earn contribution points, those treasures that make him drool can't be exchanged,

finally had a battlefield, and it took seven points and eight to grab the job of guarding the palace gate, and the sword in his hand was already hungry and thirsty!

The two sides played a flick on the field, put on a cool and handsome appearance, and the two sides started fighting, which was really not much nonsense, and went directly to dry goods.