In late autumn, the wind is already a little cold.

In the midst of countless pairs of tiger-eyed eyes, Zhang Dong's face was flat, his eyes were clear, and then from his pocket... He pulled out a cigarette.

"Ahh

The lighter grinding wheel crossed, the sound was particularly harsh, the tongue of fire spit out, and a faint smoke rose slightly.

Black uniform, Northern Headquarters.

The eagle is added, and the Western Border Criminal Department.

Three-clawed dragon, royal officials.

The three halls that have always been at odds, at this moment... But it's all collected.

Jia Pengling, who was sitting in a wheelchair, saw Zhang Dong's appearance, and his heart was even more furious, and his forehead... A few green tendons suddenly burst out!

He... It's clear!

The person in the Blood Python Teahouse is the extremely arrogant young man in front of him... Assigned!

But.

He... No evidence!

By a surveillance footage... Not enough evidence!

If so, he has substantial evidence in his hands!

Today, there will be no such encirclement!

Murder of the royal family and the people of the three halls......

As... Murder of the royal family!

He has the right to directly put Zhang Dong... Slash here!

Can.

The murderer who completely crippled him, Jia Pengling, how could it be possible to let Zhang Dong... Died so easily?!

Tens of millions of tortures, he... Will let Zhang Dong ......

It's the same... Taste the past!!

Sweeping the murderous intent in his eyes, Zhang Dong's eyes were like a well, without a trace of waves.

"You... That's right. ”

"The person from the Blood Python Teahouse is a gift from me, to you."

Airplanes~!

As soon as these words came out, the scene was instantaneous... Dead silence!

Especially, the three officials.

They are the three leaders who were directly assigned by the royal family to investigate the design of Yongzhou this time, how can they not know, Jia Pengling... What is the identity?

Under the command of the royal family!

The Imperial Family... Hereditary for thousands of years, a slave that has been used!

There's an old saying.

Dog beating... It also depends on the host!

Not to mention, this is a celestial dragon that has been raised for thousands of years!

The status is even higher than that of them, who rely on the right path of Kejia and fight on the battlefield, to be a second-grade knighthood!

This is... What an honor??

But, that's it, the identity that can walk sideways on the Yongzhou Continent.

But the young man in front of him... Looking for someone, waste your hands and feet??

Also famously said.

A gift??

It's really... What a monstrous gift!

Jia Pengling, who was in a wheelchair, couldn't help but stiffen his body when he heard this!

Break his hands and feet......!

Still... So arrogant!

As soon as he thought of this, Jia Pengling was furious!

"Poof...!" A mouthful of blood, spurting out from the sky!!

The blood was sprinkled on the white moonlight, and the incomparably transparent moonlight was becoming more and more red and evil at this moment!

His eyes were full of red bloodshots, and the anger in his heart actually aroused the left hand that could not be recovered... Action again!

"The people of the three halls... I ...... in the name of the Yongzhou royal family"

"Order you, arrest this rebellious minister and thief on the spot, if you resist, cut off your hands and feet, at will! As long as you don't... It's enough to hurt your life!! ”

The voice swirled above the silence, and all the warriors who heard the words were in their hearts... It's all cold!

Broken hands and feet, you can...

It's not allowed, it hurts his life!

It is estimated that if this young man did not die this time, he would have been captured alive......

What awaits him must be in the Yongzhou prison, a thousand kinds of torture!

Pity rose in their eyes, and hundreds of people, who were fully armed, began to follow the order and load their guns... To Zhang Dong, go around!

But.

The figure standing in the center stood still.

The pure white smoke erupted again, and Zhang Dong was dressed in plain black, and he was struck by the breeze... Gently blow a corner.

Beneath that black...

Resolutely, a handful of the same color as the sky... Pure blue scabbard!

In the midst of everyone's depressed eyes, Zhang Dong was dressed in plain black... Soar to the sky!

And in the black robe that seemed to devour everything, after it fell, in Zhang Dong's hand, a bending blade flashing with blue sky, like a golden dragon coming out, pointed directly at a hundred people!

That...!

All the people who saw this curved blade in Santang were all ... The body is shocked!

Isn't that exactly... A symbol of royal status, is it a blue scimitar??

Why......

Such a treasure, which is regarded as a treasure by the royal family, will appear in the hands of this young man?

At this time, Zhang Dong, who was holding a blue scimitar in his hand, had his eyes wide, and under the white moonlight, his thin back seemed to be a real dragon, about to break out of the shackles and roar at the sky!

World... Extreme!

Jia Pengling, who was sitting in a wheelchair, saw this scene, and his eyes couldn't stop being shocked and surprised, and he threw himself at it!!

Sky... God, Drake's scimitar??

This knife, in the world, has no name and no surname.

But among the Yongzhou royal family, there is a cry like thunder!

This knife... Name......

Tenryu ... Machete!

The sky is blue, and the emperor is the dragon!

The one who holds this blade is determined to be the supreme in the world!

But this blade.

Wasn't it lost by the Yongzhou royal family a few years ago?

This is a long-lost blade.

And why did it appear in the hands of this young man??

"Whoa...!"

The sound of kneeling down in unison pulled his thoughts back, only to see the people of the three halls that he had relied on, but one by one, they all knelt on one knee, under the blue blade!

See this blade!

As you see... Yongzhou royal family!

The world is big, it is not the king's land, the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister!

As a royal minister, see the royal family in person!

Again... How can you not kneel??

Holding a blue scimitar, Zhang Dong still held the cigarette that was still burning spontaneously, and spit out a puff of pure white smoke from time to time, but that footstep... But it never stopped!

That direction...

It's... Jia Pengling in a wheelchair!

When Jia Pengling saw this scene, he felt in his heart... The liver trembles!

Zhang Dong's means... He's not unseen!

His eyes were frightened, looking at the hundred people kneeling on the ground, and he shouted loudly in horror!

"What are you doing on your knees?? Hurry up and take this person down!! ”

Hearing this, the people in the three halls who knelt on the ground didn't scold in their hearts on May Day!

Not kneeling?!

Are you still standing??

In front of the Celestial Dragon Scimitar, do not kneel on the ground...

Isn't that as good as, contempt for royalty??

And Zhang Dong, seeing him like this, the slight curvature on the corner of his mouth was invisible... Expand slowly.

"Kick... Step on... Glare..."

Among the countless kneeling black rays, only one person's footsteps are still ringing out, and it is precisely because of this that this ordinary footsteps have become more and more weird.

As the sound became heavier and heavier, there was a little bit of Jin Ge Iron Horse!

But this footstep, to Jia Pengling, who was in a wheelchair, sounded no less than the whispering of the king of Hades!

The footsteps stopped, Zhang Dong's eyes were full of calm, and he looked at Jia Pengling indifferently.

"See the Blade of the Celestial Dragon, you... Why not kneel? ”

An indifferent voice came out slowly.

And, Jia Pengling, who was in a wheelchair, suddenly turned extremely pale!

He's like this...

Again... How to kneel??

Even after the surgery, he still has no sensation in his legs, which makes him... How to kneel?

It's not... What is it that is deliberately difficult?!

"Zhang Dong... You, don't deceive people too much! ”

Jia Pengling's face was like a thundercloud, and when he heard his words, Zhang Dong's eyes were the same as before, and he exhaled a deep puff of smoke, but in the dragon dream beside him, a handful of black muddy things suddenly rose in his slender hand!

That... It's a gun!

Airplanes~!

As soon as this thing came out, the whole scene was suddenly silent!

Although, everyone is a well-trained fighter.

However, the gun can only be used under control, if it weren't for the order of Santang this time, otherwise, it would be impossible for these equipment to be brought into the city!

Once brought in.

That's what it looks like... Possession!

This charge... It's no less than rebellion... Yongzhou royal family!

But, this woman.

It must have been just a guard beside the young man.

A guard.

can be so arrogant, in front of the eyes of so many of them... Pull out the gun??

As the muzzle of the gun pointed, Long Meng's slender hand slowly pushed the black spear head above Jia Pengling's temple!

Then.

There was a "click" sound, and it sounded crisply.

That...!

It's... Load!

"My lord told you to kneel, you... Why not kneel? ”

In the pretty voice, there is infinite coldness and coldness.

Jia Pengling, who was held at gunpoint, turned pale with a pale face!

Gun...!

But, isn't this Yongzhou strictly controlled by guns? ?

And why?

In the hands of this woman, a handful appeared alive??

The words came later, and Jia Pengling, who was so cold, was suddenly extremely embarrassed!

Kneel??

How can he kneel down when he looks like he has broken legs now?

And.

He was sent by the royal family this time to find out the control of the design of Yongzhou.

Let him kneel?

Isn't this a blatant slap in the face??