Wang turned his fingers into a sword and killed the sky.

As soon as the sword momentum was unfolded, the sword shadows were like layers of ink clouds that were pressed down, overwhelmingly swept towards the opponent.

Wang Dong actually suppressed the siege of Emperor Baoding, Duan Zhengchun, Hua Hegen and the four guards and seven people with a sword finger.

Duan Zhengming and the others only felt that the strength in front of them was fierce, terrifying, and sharp, so sharp that it was difficult for them to look directly, and the scene in front of them was clearly that the seven of them were besieging Wang Dong and one person, but in their feelings, it was exactly the opposite.

Duan Zhengming and the seven of them only felt trapped in the boundless swamp and couldn't extricate themselves, it was a swamp made of sword qi, like wisps, entwined up, and there was no way to get out!

Kiss! Kiss!

The two crisp sounds sounded almost at the same time, as if two layers of bubbles had been shattered, Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun's fingers were in pain at the moment, it was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and then the power of the fingers that came out was like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, disintegrating inch by inch and disappearing.

When Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun were shocked, Wang Dong's body shook slightly, and in an instant, the force field around him was like ripples on the surface of the lake, spreading layer by layer.

Boom!!! Hua Hegen and the four guards were swept up in the ripples formed by that layer of force field, and they flew out without even a trace of resistance, and only fell to the ground more than ten zhang away.

Wang Dong didn't know when he stood back in front of the gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, and Duan Yu was also arrested by him.

"You-!"

Duan Yu was shocked and angry, and the word 'you' came out before he came out, and it came to an abrupt end.

A fair, slender finger lightly touched his chest, urging with strength. sealed his acupoint.

Wang Dong wasn't interested in listening to Duan Yu's nonsense at all. A search was carried out. Although the search was not very careful, Wang Dong's qi machine shrouded Duan Yuzhou's body, but there was nothing missing.

Between breaths, the two silk scrolls, the original and the copying board, fell into the king's hand.

Wang Dong unfolded the two silk scrolls, and saw that the words on them were exactly the same, and the scores were exactly the same, so he smiled and said, "Duan Gongzi is well prepared. ”

For Duan Yu's thoughts, he was insightful.

"Yu'er!" The other side. Duan Zhengchun saw that Duan Yu was captured by Wang Dong, and he was really shocked and angry, so he rushed forward and fought Wang Dong again.

Duan Zhengming stretched out his hand to stop him, smiled wryly and pointed to his chest, and then pointed to his chest.

"Ahh Duan Zhengchun looked down, and immediately shouted 'ah', only to see a charred handprint printed on the chest of both of them, and as his body moved, the mass of clothes shattered. The powder generally flew away.

Duan Zhengchun's face turned pale.

He was really scared this time.

Since this palm can shake the clothes into powder, then a little more urge to exert a force. It is naturally not difficult to shatter him and Duan Zhengming's internal organs together, and it is obvious that he can turn his clothes into powder, but he will not damage the two of them in the slightest.

Duan Zhengchun's head suddenly seemed to be splashed with a basin of ice water, and his anxious and angry mood calmed down in an instant.

It doesn't matter if he dies himself, but if the imperial brother is trapped here, it will be a huge disaster for the entire Dali country, compared to Dali country, Duan Yu's life is nothing, although Duan Zhengchun cherishes this "son", but he can still distinguish which is more important than the son and the country.

Duan Zhengming smiled bitterly: "The martial arts are amazing, Zhengming is willing to bow down!" But even if you have a grudge against my Dali Duan clan, why do you want to make a move on the child? ”

Wang Dong said: "I only need the silk scroll, and since the things have arrived, this Duan Gongzi will naturally return it to you." With a hand, Duan Yu threw it out like a sack.

Duan Zhengming wrapped his hands around and hugged Duan Yu into his arms, he looked at it and saw that Duan Yu was safe and sound, but he was blocked from the acupoint, and his hanging heart finally let go.

Duan Zhengming glanced at Wang Dong deeply, and suddenly asked, "Before leaving, can you tell your surname?" ”

Wang Dong said: "I am the king of the king, the king of the princes and generals, the movement of the static!" If Dali Duan is willing to teach again, I am ready to wait. ”

"Wang Dong!" Duan Zhengming secretly chewed on the name a few times, and then searched for information related to it in his mind, there was no doubt that it was in vain.

After a moment, his eyes flashed with doubt, and he bowed slightly: "Farewell." ”

"Please!" The king waved his hand to welcome him out, like a hospitable host.

Duan Zhengming and his entourage came and went quickly, but when they came, they were like a rainbow, but when they went back, they were disgraced, even Duan Zhengming himself knew this very well, although he tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and there was no anger on his face, but this did not mean that he didn't mind.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations fell silent once again.

It was only at this time that Zhong Ling found an opportunity to speak again, and asked, "You didn't hurt Brother Duan just now, did you!" ”

The king shook his head.

Zhong Ling looked at the two silk scrolls in his hand, and said curiously: "This is the secret of Ling Bo Weibu and the Northern Spiritual Skill that you are talking about?" ”

Wang Dong nodded again.

Zhong Ling tilted his little head and thought about it, looking extremely cute, and continued: "Can I take a look?" ”

"Yes!" Wang Dong casually threw one of the silk books to her.

"Thank you, you're such a nice guy!" Zhong Ling happily took the silk book in his hand, and by the way, he gave Wang Dong a good person card, and muttered again: "But if you don't bully Uncle Duan, Brother Duan, it will be better." ”

Murong Bo also looked at the silk scroll with burning eyes, his ancestor Murong Longcheng was almost invincible in the world, but the codex left behind was also highly respectful of the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, because of this, Murong Bo himself and his wife jointly deduced a fragment of Ling Bo Weibu, in an attempt to restore the complete mental method.

Although this plan failed, he also benefited a lot, and since then he has made great progress.

And now it is recorded that Ling Bo Weibu, the silk scroll of the Northern Shengong Mental Method is in front of you, as if it is within reach, but in fact it is as far away as the sky.

If Wang Dong hadn't stood next to him, he would have already snatched it.

"It's boring, I'll give it back!" Zhong Ling only looked at it for a while, only to feel that the mental method contained in the silk book was obscure, she was dizzy, pursed her lips, handed it back to Wang Dong, and said to herself: "I thought it was a good thing, like a ghost drawing talisman." ”

This Ling Bo Weibu and the Northern Shengong can be included in the ranks of the best mental methods in the world's martial arts, which are not only full of profound martial arts, but also contain Taoist classics, metaphysical subtlety and righteousness, people who do not understand the mysteries naturally feel that it is mysterious and mysterious.

Wang Dong glanced at Murong Bo and smiled slightly: "What? Does Mr. Murong want to see it too? That's not impossible, the old rule, one thing for another. (To be continued......)