Chapter 6 Motoshiro

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He sneered, and said to Yuan Thirteen with ruthless indifference: "In order for you not to forget today's events, it is necessary for me to give you some commemorations. ”

"What do you want to do?" Yuan Thirteen Limits really deserved to be a master who dared to attack the throne of the strongest, and the power of the curse of the Freedom Gate had already been suppressed by him, and the stench on his body had also faded a lot. Secretly lucky, he was ready to fight again.

"What do I want to do? Ha, that's a good question. Chen Cheng looked left and right, and then said: "Of course, the answer is - you!" ”

Jumping, waving, kicking, and slashing appear quickly. Once, twice .... Ten ..... Hundreds of times, Chen Cheng's attack speed became faster and faster, and he became more and more fierce, and the defense of the Yuan Thirteenth Limit was defeated. After a clear roar, Chen Cheng hovered and flew up from the deck, landing on the high mast like a phoenix.

On the deck below, Yuan Thirteen's eyes widened and he took a posture of palming, but he didn't move. There was silence for two seconds as a cross-shaped wound burst from his back, blood spurting wildly.

With a "bang", this once famous master under the bed of martial arts in the Central Plains fell unwillingly on the deck, unable to stand up again.

"Yuan Yuan, now you are too weak!" Chen Cheng pointed one foot on the mast, and the horn helmet reflected the light, "This kind of martial arts, not to mention that it can't be the strongest in the world, even Xu Tianyi, who is already bad at it, may not be able to fight." If Xu Laosan is ruthless, it will be easy to kill you. ”

"To kill.... Kill! There was blood spilling from the corners of Yuan Thirteen's mouth, but he still said extremely hardly: "It's just... It's just bad luck! ”

"Hey, that's a hard mouth!" Chen Cheng jumped down from the mast and landed in front of Yuan Yuan, who was lying in a pool of blood, with a "snap".

"Division... Master! The Liuhe Qinglong roared sadly on the side.

"Don't worry, if I say I won't kill you, I won't kill you." Chen Cheng stretched out the index finger of his right hand, "It's just to leave you a souvenir." ”

The index finger pierced into the body of the thirteenth limit, as if it was pierced into tofu. Stir it to make the pierced wound even bigger. Chen Cheng listened to Yuan Thirteen's howl of pain as he continued to poke six more holes in his body.

There is a mystery in the Fist of the Big Dipper, which is named "sentient". If you fall victim to the Friendship Fist or other sentient series of mysteries, you will die without pain. If this mystery of "sentient beings" is used in reverse, the pain suffered by the enemy can be magnified by a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

Now, Chen Cheng magnified the pain of the Yuan Thirteen Limit countless times, making this tall man who was like an iron beater couldn't help but wail in pain.

"Bastard!" The six apprentices of the thirteenth limit of Yuan burst into tears on the side and shouted: "If there is a seed, kill us, why do you want to torture people like this? ”

Chen Cheng had already poked seven holes in the chest of the Yuan Thirteen Limit, and these seven holes were exactly arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. Hearing Liuhe Qinglong's wail like a defeated dog, he turned around, tilted his head, and said, "Do you really want to die?" You're not a good person anyway, and if you want to die, I'll fulfill you now. ”

At this time, Chen Cheng was expressionless, and there was no murderous aura or even a little murderous intent on his body, however, with such an expression, he had a temperament that made people feel cold in their bones, which made Liuhe Qinglong dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Seeing that the six of them were obediently shut up, Chen Cheng reached out and nodded on Yuan Shiliang's body, stopped the bleeding wound, and then said, "Okay, throw this Yuan Shilang and his six apprentices on the Song people's boat." ”

Ma Zheng was also tied up and thrown on the deck of the "Flying General Li Guang", and when he saw that Yuan Thirteen and the others were really put back, he couldn't help but shout: "This king, you will also let us go!" ”

"yes, yes!" The civil servants shouted. This is too unfair, so I let a few martial artists go back, isn't the life of their civil officials more valuable than those martial artists? If you want to put them, you should first release them, these good men who used to roll up outside the "Donghua Gate"!

"Hmm," Chen Cheng thought for a while and said, "These officials will keep two, and the others will be put back." ”

"I ..... I..... Why don't you let me go? Ma Zheng was shocked and angry, he was one of those two people.

"Because you're the biggest!" Chen Cheng said seriously: "I'm also going to ask you to hand over a copy of the national credentials to Zhao Ji, that kid." ”

Zhao Ji is the current Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, the one called Song Huizong in later generations. Chen Cheng doesn't have a good impression of waste materials like Zhao Ji, he didn't like them very much before, but now that his temperament has changed greatly, he hates that waste material even more, so when he talks, he doesn't estimate at all, and he doesn't give face at all.

"Bold!" A civil official raised his index finger tremblingly, plucked up the courage to say: "You dare to call the official family by name!" ”

"Uh," Chen Cheng had already recovered a lot from the sequelae of being shot by a sad little arrow, and the feeling of wanting to destroy everything and attribute everything to death had faded a lot, so he said with some amusement: "What, can't Zhao Ji's name be said by people?" ”

"The name of the official family ....."

Chen Cheng waved his hand, stopped the official's words, thought for a while, and said, "Zhang Dian Zhang Zihou said back then that Zhao Ji was frivolous and not suitable to be the emperor. I think the fall of the Song Dynasty will fall on this man's head. ”

"Hu.... Sling the bull! The officer struggled to get up from the deck, but was trampled back by the brother next to him. However, he still did not give up, and said loudly: "Today's official family is the reign of the Holy Son of Heaven, and the national strength of my Great Song Dynasty is thriving, you barbarians, how do you know the strength of our Great Song Dynasty!" ”

"The reign of the Son of Heaven? How powerful is the Great Song? Chen Cheng finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard!" ”

"Haha, just for the sake of this joke, I decided to ......", Chen Cheng deliberately paused for a moment, whetted his appetite, and then said: "I want you to stay in the Han Kingdom, lest you lose your life in the process of the fall of the Song Kingdom." In this way, you can see with your own eyes how Zhao Ji'er ruined the foundation left by Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Kuangyi. ”

"Ahh Speaking of this, Chen Cheng patted his head, but only slapped the horn helmet, "Zhao Song's world was originally snatched from orphans and widows, Zhao Kuangyin can also be said to be determined to go on the Northern Expedition, and he can be regarded as the son of heaven in the Central Plains, Zhao Kuangyi, the guy who fled in a donkey cart, how can he dare to claim to be the emperor of the Central Plains?" ”