After listening to Wang Ning'an's words, Yang Huaiyu finally figured out how he could appear in the prison, but he would rather he hadn't heard it, it was too embarrassing!

The inside, the face, even the beard and hair are gone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was wrong from the beginning, with money in hand, the world was rambling, wanting to buy off the officials, and putting his own ministry. As a result, without knowing it, Wang Ze was stunned, got to prison, and then said that the Yang family rebelled.

If it was really because of him, the trilogy rebelled, and Yang Huaiyu wanted to wipe his neck...... Even if he didn't succeed, he felt bored!

What garlic is still contained, and what is there to be proud of!

When he left the capital, he was pressed by Wang Ning'an, he was recognized as a demon, and even the emperor looked at him differently, but the king was something!

First they counted their family's tribulations, and then they counted on his head!

Yang Huaiyu was speechless, is Lao Tzu so weak? Everybody treats me like a dish!

It's just unbearable!

Yang Huaiyu sat on the ground, panting, and suddenly he jumped up like crazy, grabbed a waist knife, and kept swinging the knife at the corpse of the cell head, cutting flesh and blood, exposing the bones, and still not giving up, Ouyang Xiu frowned.

"Young Master Yang, you won't be crazy, will you?"

"It's okay, I'm angry, just vent it." Wang Ningan also sympathized with Yang Huaiyu a little, she was really unlucky, she was played with as a fool from beginning to end, her IQ was insulted to a negative number, and she didn't let people live?

Yang Huaiyu slashed so much that the blades were rolled, and sat down, but the next second it bounced again.

Like a fierce god possessed, with red eyes, he roared in a low voice: "Wang Ze, where is he, Lao Tzu wants to kill him!" ”

Yang Huaiyu's small universe completely exploded, and there were raging flames burning all over his body. Wang Ningan just casually pointed to the exit, "It's over there." ”

Yang Dagongzi rushed out without looking back.

Ouyang Xiu was taken aback, "Hey, the Daimyo's Mansion is so big, where do you ask him to find it?" ”

"Hahaha, don't look for it, there are Manichaean people outside, don't believe it!"

Ouyang Xiu tilted his ears sideways, and sure enough, the sound of weapons hitting outside sounded, ping-pong, so intense.

Wang Ning'an took a step forward and said to the Yang family's subordinates: "Brothers, remember that Wang Ze, who wronged you, is the head of the Maniching Sect, he designed you from beginning to end, and wanted you to help him act as the vanguard of the rebellion. ”

Yang Ren was still not used to the sudden upheaval, and said vigilantly: "The court won't kill us?" So what's going on with this list of hooks? ”

"That's a fake." Ouyang Xiu said: "Human life is at stake, without Your Majesty personally using Zhu, who can kill hundreds of people!" ”

Yang Ren and the others looked at each other, and suddenly their knees weakened, and they knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Long live my emperor, long live the saint!"

After crying a few times, Yang Ren touched a handful of tears and jumped up from the ground.

"Brothers, the eldest prince is still outside, follow me!"

In an instant, the Yang family's subordinates rushed to the outside of the prison and joined the battle group...... They are all bare-handed, but it doesn't matter, against the Manichaean mincella, fists are enough.

In the prison, they held back their anger, and finally had a chance to vent, they frantically punched, smashed each other's faces, kicked their ribs, snatched weapons, cut off their heads, and kicked everywhere hard, the stimulation of bloody qi made Yang Ren and others howl from time to time, and let out a roar almost like a beast......

"Drunkard, will they betray the Great Song?" Wang Ningan suddenly asked without a beginning or an end.

Ouyang Xiu paused, of course these people wouldn't, but they were so fierce, if they had bad intentions, who could stop them at that time? Martial artists must beware, this is a lesson from countless blood since the five generations of the Tang Dynasty!

"Innocent once, not necessarily innocent every time!"

Yaya, the old master is so stubborn!

Wang Ningan was so angry that he stomped his feet hard, "If you bully the martial artists again, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later!" ”

"The old man is determined, how can he be easily shaken." Ouyang Xiu said stiffly: "Leave it to Yang Huaiyu here, let's go find Jia Xianggong." ”

mentioned Jia Changchao, the corners of the old master's mouth unconsciously turned up, and it was difficult to hide the joy in his heart. It's been an old enemy for many years, this time the old Jia Ke has planted a big heel, the Manichaeism in the city has already risen, there are shouts of killing everywhere, Jia Xianggong is negligent in the first place, if he deals with it again, the first generation of fame will be over!

……

Wang Ning'an accompanied Ouyang Xiu to the yamen to pacify the envoy, and the generals of the Yang family who stayed outside the prison were all crazy, Yang Huaiyu was originally a white-faced young general, but at this moment he became a red-faced Guan Gong.

He cut off three knives, and his whole body was soaked with blood, and the strong fishy smell lingered. It was very uncomfortable, but only in this way would the anger in my heart be slightly lessened.

Kill!

Only by killing all the damned Manichaeans can they wash away their shame.

His legs were filled with lead, and he was getting heavier and heavier, and every knife was almost the limit, and his chest was like a fire, and he was about to fall down at any moment, but he just stood still.

When he threw the broken knife in his hand and pierced the chest of the last enemy, Yang Huaiyu's body shook, and Yang Ren and Yang Yong hurriedly supported him.

"Eldest prince, are you alright?"

Yang Huaiyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a cruel smile: "I can't die, pick up the weapon, put on the armor, grab the horses, follow me and continue to kill!" ”

Yang Huaiyu shook his body and jumped on a cyan horse.

The imperial court is still short of horses, how can Manichaeism be an exception!

Wang Ze is eyeing the Yang family general, and there is also a reason, it is that he covets his war horse and wants to have it for me. It's just that he messed up, and the Yang family will become his talisman!

Yang Huaiyu lay on the horse, his body rising and falling with the back of the horse, and he used his precious time to catch his breath.

Rushing to the next street corner, a group of Manichaeans appeared, all with yellow bands on their heads, which were easily recognizable.

"Die!"

Yang Huaiyu took the lead, he didn't use too much strength, just with the help of the horse's momentum, he easily cut the other party's neck, leaving only a little skin and flesh sticking, and his head tilted down at a strange angle.

The moment his eyes were closed, Yang Huaiyu could feel the other party's strong sense of survival.

The strange thing is that he doesn't have any pity and pity, just a little anger, if it is his original war horse, it can definitely cut off his head completely and make people's heads fly into the sky!

"Kill!"

Yang Huaiyu burst into anger and killed even more unscrupulously, the Manichaean people rushed up desperately, they were numerous, and they were not afraid of death, Yang Huaiyu felt that he had reached the limit, he had fallen in the past, but when he thought of the despicable Wang Ze, he would rather die than bow his head!

Mechanically wielding his weapons again and again, harvesting life frantically again and again, he even felt that his soul had flown out of the sky, he was not in the battle group, but detached, not sad or happy, watching everything......

The Yang family's troops were killed, although they were only one-tenth of the Manichaeans, but a single tiger could attack a group of sika deer, let alone a group of tigers.

They were forgetful of killing, constantly rushing through one street after another, and there was a group of horses in front of them, which were the mounts of the Yang family's tribe!

Those despicable rats are riding their own war horses, showing off their might!

"Kill!"

Yang Huaiyu rushed forward without hesitation, he cut down two sect members who had just learned to ride a horse, and snatched a jujube red horse of a divine horse!

With a war horse, there is courage!

Yang Huaiyu raised his head and howled, and his body that had reached the limit once again burst out with infinite power, and continued to move forward, forward, tirelessly killing...... More and more Yang family tribes found war horses and rushed up, they were rampant, invincible.

"It's big brother!" Yang Xi was surprised and shouted loudly.

Yang Jiumei left the pavilion and came out to look for Wang Ning'an and Yang Huaiyu, bypassing a few streets and throwing off countless Manichaean people.

When Yang Huaiyu, who was covered in blood and looked like crazy, appeared in front of him, he immediately looked on the street, majestic and vicious!

Yang Jiumei's eyes were stinged, hot tears flowed down, and she muttered in her mouth: "Big brother, big brother...... What a look! ”