Yue Pingchuan held the gun in both hands, stabbed it out, and looked at it confidently.

What about the fierce appearance of the heavenly demons?

What about the Inhuman?

One shot of my Yue Pingchuan is enough!

The tip of the spear stabbed the fish's head, and time stood still, and in a very short time, a crack appeared on the tip of the spear, but it did not give way.

At the foot of Yue Pingchuan, the dust drifted suddenly.

Like ripples in the water spreading layer by layer, when they reach three zhang away, they suddenly rise, forming a semicircular circle pillar, enveloping the two of them.

Doesn't seem to be up or down?

Not far away, the black-clothed literati standing behind Jian Qingyi held the strange flower of nine peanuts, sighed quietly, and turned around, "Let's go." ”

sent you on the last ride, and it is also a friendship between you and me.

The two walked out of Xizhao Mountain, integrated into the prosperous Lin'anli, and never disappeared again.

Lao Tie, who was not far away, shook his head helplessly.

Yuan Qu looked guilty and sighed, if he hadn't left me alive to suffer a backlash before, I don't know who would have lived and who would have died in this move, but unfortunately, Yue Pingchuan would have died in his loyalty after all.

Because he is loyal and good, he can't bear to kill himself.

But it left a hidden wound.

I was wrong.

Yue Pingchuan's innocent state of mind had already been flawed when he withdrew that one-shot shot.

This is a fatal flaw.

If it weren't for the fact that he was facing a strange person like Zhao Li, who was a fierce Heavenly Demon, this flaw would not be fatal enough, but when he met Zhao Li, a strange person with a fierce Heavenly Demon, under this lance, a slight flaw was magnified countless times like the collapse of a.

In the end, Yue Pingchuan was crushed.

Yuan Qu sighed and said softly, "Don't worry, I still have my life, and the princess will be alive."

Under the Leifeng Pagoda of Sunset Mountain.

There is an old mink temple, dressed in a big red robe, dancing without wind.

The hands of the old mink temple were very cleanly washed, and they held gold carvings and silver bows one after the other.

The bow is like a full moon, the feather arrows on the bowstring are as black as ink, and even the arrow feathers are cast of fine iron, and the arrow body twists out a spiral pattern from the tail, and winds all the way to the arrow, seamlessly connected, and the whole arrow is a spiral.

Lao Mink's face was full of blood red, his eyes were extremely bloodshot, and the muscles on his face were bruised, as if his blood vessels would burst at any time, which was extremely hideous.

The flesh covered by the big red robe is even more terrifying.

Countless tiny blood vessels swelled and tangled in the muscles of the whole body, as if they were surrounded by countless blood-colored rattans, full of wild and ferocious beauty.

The bowstring is as tight as a full moon, and the force runs through it.

The old mink temple is waiting.

Waiting for that fleeting opportunity.

For the sake of the young boy's childhood sweetheart, His Majesty let the sword room Qingyi Xiucai go to Qingzhou, and more than a dozen people in the sickle room entangled Zhao Li's eight thorny slaves, and the old eunuch was not there, Li Ruyu's state was unknown, and it was not yet time to use the three people in the other room.

Besides, looking at this situation, the three of them joining forces in the other room may not be Zhao Li's opponent.

As for the North and South Suppression Division and the Forbidden Army?

Don't think about it.

The delicate young man who held the boning knife came to Chenjun and went to Guangxi, the second butcher knife Zhao Zhu died in Guanyu City, and the third butcher knife left Lin'an and went to Qingzhou without authorization.

There are no more people available in the North Town Fusi.

Nanzhen Fusi...... Like the forbidden army, it's okay to watch the excitement, it depends on more than one person.

But Zhao Li can be killed by many people?

Even if there are thousands of troops and horses in Lin'an City, this prince is no longer hiding the body of a stranger, who can stop him under the fish's head lance, I am afraid that he will still be killed out of Lin'an City.

But the old mink temple was excited, full of indescribable pleasure.

It seems to have returned to the boyhood, before the purification years, on that rainy day when I ate the forbidden fruit with the big sister next door who grew up since childhood, when I walked into the top of the clouds, it was like this.

Old Mink Temple felt that he was finally a man again.

Whether you can kill Zhao Li or not depends on your own arrow.

If Zhao Li is killed, the great merit is enough to protect the Xue family from surviving in the next weak family, and even in the future in the Inner Palace, he will no longer have to suffer from Jiang Zhaoyue and Liu Yin's anger.

In the ruins at the foot of the mountain, a touch of blood poured out of Yue Pingchuan's face.

Immediately it was as red as the sun.

With a muffled grunt, his feet sank into the dirt step by step.

And the fish head lance is pressing down inch by inch.

With the downward pressure of the fish's head lance, it is the spear that starts from the tip of the spear to break inch by inch, it is the snow and ice melting of the innocent state of mind, and it is the gloomy end of the king's spirit.

Yue Pingchuan sighed.

No regrets.

When Lin An came to Lin'an, he didn't think about his life and death, he only thought about her life and death.

The blue and white Confucian shirt was baptized between the spring and autumn periods, and the innocent state of mind was condensed, and Zhao Li could be defeated, but because he couldn't bear to kill Yuanqu, he suffered a defeat, and Yue Pingchuan still did not regret it.

There is dignity and inferiority in status, and there is no inferiority in human life.

He is a prince, but he is only a person.

The wind of Yuanqu does not lose to himself, the prince, I Zhenbei, I have killed countless people, but there is no great merit of Yuanqu.

So, no regrets.

At this time, I am going to die, woman, I have done what you want, so you should do it?

The woman did not make a move, but she had an eagle's beak.

The big eagle spreads its wings on the mountain at sunset.

Xue Sheng Tang Lao Mink Temple, who was like a full moon, let go with a deep sigh.

The feathered arrow flashed like a black line.

The old mink temple sat on the ground, hehe, smiled, smiled, and began to vomit blood, and the old mink temple's face and skin, the swollen blood veins like rattan quickly withered.

This arrow, the old mink temple lost its life for several years.

The whole body, from the spirit to the internal organs, has been irreversibly damaged.

The old mink temple spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Eat an arrow from the miscellaneous family!" ”

The fierce feather arrows pierced through the trees, silently in an instant.

When you let go, the arrow is at the top of the mountain.

Before the hand fell, the arrow was in ruins.

It was as if in an instant, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters and crossing the shackles of space.

This arrow is unstoppable.

More indestructible.

Along with this arrow, there was also a blue and purple thunder rolling down from the sky.

Arrows and thunder all wanted to put Zhao Li to death.

Disheveled!

Such as defeating the leather.

The fishhead lance completely shattered the spear, and then knocked on Yue Pingchuan's hands in front of him.

His hands were instantly crushed and folded to his chest in an eerie pose.

Click, click, click.

The sound of fractures that makes people's scalp tingle is like a firecracker in the New Year.

Yue Pingchuan stood tall, his sideburns flying.

Airplanes!

The dust behind him was blown by the wind and suddenly raised.

Yue Pingchuan's face was painless.

Waiting for the fishhead lance to come again, waiting for death.

looked up at the bewitching woman who covered her mouth, and smiled gently, girl, I'm leaving.

Don't be sad.

Zhao Li ignored the blue and purple thunder falling from the sky, and wanted to thoroughly understand Yue Pingchuan again - although Yue Pingchuan was already mortal, he did not have the pleasure of killing on the spot after all.

The next moment, Zhao Li roared angrily, "Pickled Xiao'er An dares to bully me!" ”

Sideways, a lance horizontally.

However, it was empty.

Zhao Li snorted, his figure was like a heavy hammer, and he took a few steps back.

There was a pit on the ground that was three feet deep and one and a half feet deep, and almost all of the feathered arrows sank into the hard ground at the bottom of the pit, leaving only the blood-stained iron arrow feathers, which still trembled lightly.

Make a buzzing sound.

Zhao Li covered his lower abdomen and looked up at the top of the mountain in disbelief.

Who's there?

There are still people in Lin'an who can injure themselves with arrows.

Who is it?

Why did I never know that the woman had hidden this person so deeply!

Could it be the stranger in Zhao Sanfang's room?

Zhao Li's confidence began to waver, and he stared back at the feather arrow in silence before he walked towards Li Ruyu for a long time.

It was only at this moment that Princess Su's heart-rending and crying voice came, so sad and desperate, as if she had repented after thousands of years, like the cuckoo crying blood.

"King!"

King?

King!

You are the king of concubines!