CHAPTER XXXIX

When Wanyan Duel, Tang Fifteen, and Yuan Thirteen Limits met their opponents, Fang Yingkan and Cui Zhenzhen also encountered their enemies. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the same place, in the same empty hall, what appeared in front of Fang Yingkan was a young man with a divine weapon in his hand and an uninhibited smile on his face. The divine weapon in the young man's hand looked like a knife but not a sword, like a sword and not a sword, and the first time he saw it, he would definitely not know why, but Fang Ying recognized the name of the divine weapon at once.

He secretly lurked among these more than 100 masters and followed him to the Han Kingdom. is playing Yan Jue, Yuan Thirteen and the others don't know that he will be disguised and lurk in the cabin. However, after seeing the young man in front of him and the divine weapon in his hand, Fang Ying knew that what he had done before was useless, and he still recognized it after all.

Just because, the young man who appeared in front of him was named "Wang Xiaoshi", and the divine weapon in Wang Xiaoshi's hand was the same name as the "Blood River Divine Sword" in Fang Yingkan's hand.

The red sleeves of the blood river should not be retained, these four weapons are the four famous divine weapons on the rivers and lakes. Fang Ying saw Wang Xiaoshi, and saw the divine soldier who had made a great name in Kaifeng Mansion and Tokyo City, and knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to please him today. But before using force, he wanted to give it a try.

"Hey, isn't this Wang Xiaoshi's brother Wang?" Fang Yingkan stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, revealing his handsome face, "I don't know what Brother Wang appeared in front of the younger brother, but for what purpose?" ”

Wang Xiaoshi smiled slightly, and said clearly: "Of course, it is to persuade the little marquis to turn back." ”

"Turning back to the shore?" Fang Ying looked at it and laughed, "Doesn't Brother Wang know that the Holy Emperor is the most dangerous enemy of the Great Song Dynasty?" If you are so abusive, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the elders in the free door? ”

"I don't have to worry about this," Wang Xiaoshi said lightly: "Knowing my guilt is only spring and autumn." Right and wrong, black and white, is naturally left to future generations to comment. ”

Fang Ying's face turned gloomy, "Brother Wang really doesn't want to make way for me?" ”

Wang Xiaoshi replied unexpectedly: "The little marquis really doesn't want to turn back?" ”

"Alas," Fang Ying sighed as compassionate, "I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but I ....... it."

Before the words fell, the Blood River Divine Sword had quietly unsheathed and silently stabbed at Wang Xiaoshi, who was standing there casually. I didn't see how Wang Xiaoshi moved, and the retention suddenly appeared in his hand, blocking the spurt of Fang Ying's move.

"I have heard of the little marquis's honey-bellied sword and the ability to hide the knife in his smile a long time ago, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." Wang Xiaoshi's voice came from the sword light and sword shadow, "But if you only have this ability, then please go back." ”

As soon as Cui Zhen stepped into the main hall, he sensed that something was wrong. In the empty hall, it was too quiet. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the corridor, no other sound could be heard. What about those in front? Could it be that he died in such a short period of time?

"Like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity. Everything has a way to do, and it should be viewed as such. With Qing Yue's voice, the graceful flowerless monk walked out of the darkness with long sleeves. When the light shone on his handsome face, it seemed to become gentle.

"No flower ......," Cui Zhen pronounced the name in a tone that seemed to be moaning, "Aren't you still in Pyeongkyung?" How could it be here? ”

"Good, good," Wuhua slowly stretched out his right hand, his thumb and index finger leaning together as if he was holding something, "Mr. Cui can be here, why can't I be here?" ”

"Could it be... Could it be that the Holy Emperor knew that I would ...... from the beginning", Cui Zhen's face turned pale, and he thought of the most terrible situation, "Mess ..... Bastard, it's such a well-planned plan, how could it be ......"

"Why bother?" Wuhua sighed softly, "All kinds of things in the world are just mirrors, success or failure, life and death, don't be so mindful." ”

"Yes, success or failure is just life and death," Cui Zhen said miserably: "It was destined that there would be no result from the beginning, I was just unwilling, so I ......"

"So what?" Wuhua smiled charmingly, "Is Mr. Cui going to turn back?" ”

"Turn back? Yes, I'm going back. The Holy Emperor has a big heart, and as long as I am willing to bow my head and admit my mistakes, the most I can do is to be sent to overseas colonies. But before I do, I'm going to kill you impostor! ”

"Oh?" Wuhua asked with interest, "Why do you see that I'm an impostor?" Is there any difference between me and what you call a real flowerless? ”

"Hey, hey, the difference is that the thief bald man without flowers will never give me a good look, and he has always looked down on me." Cui Zhenzhen raised his hands, and the ice and fire were surging, filling half of the space in the main hall.

"Come on, just let me see what you're capable of as an impostor!"

"Oh, you can see it, what a failure." Wuhua smiled and said in a nonchalant tone: "Since that's the case, then I'm not welcome." Let's take my trick - the Buddha's light is beginning to appear! ”

Pure, soft, all-encompassing white light lit up, far and wide, illuminating every corner of the hall. Cui Zhenzhen had already raised the internal strength of the Seven Heavens of Ice and Fire to the extreme, and the ability of Dark Ice and Fire was ready to be activated at any time, but all of this was dissolved in the ubiquitous Buddha light.

He only felt warm all over his body, and the power of his whole body quickly melted in the Buddha's light, like snow melting in the sun.

"How so?" Cui Zhen's soul is at risk, he has practiced for decades, and he will be defeated before he can fight the enemy, such a frame is absolutely unacceptable to him!

But what if you can't accept it? Things in the world are meant to exist by themselves, not to be accepted. The ridiculous things never stopped.

Not reconciled? Then please continue to be unwilling.

Chen Cheng, who was sitting at the top of the Holy Emperor City, maintained the posture of the Happy Emperor, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

After a long time, the infinite repetition of the labyrinth fell silent. All the battles are over, and the victor can finally get out of the labyrinth and come to him to challenge him, the ultimate great demon. It's just that how many people can walk in front of him?

Tang Wufu made a "hehe" sound, he covered his neck with his left hand, and pointed at Li Xunhuan in the distance with his right hand, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything. His throat had been pierced by that flying knife, and his vitality was passing rapidly, or in a few seconds, he would return to the embrace of death, and he would never be able to realize his dream of "one in the world" again.

In the other halls, individuals have ushered in their final end. The sound of footsteps sounded, and gradually became firm, rising from the main hall, and then rising, knowing that he had come to Chen Cheng's face.

Looking at the man covered in blood and scarred, Chen Cheng laughed, "I didn't expect that the last person to come to me would be you." ”

"I didn't expect to see you in such a situation."

"End"