The opening of "Pan Xiang" was not obvious on everyone's faces, but they were secretly relieved in their hearts.

An edict that was about to trap a loyal martyr and the people of the four states in the land of fire and water passed down from the tent.

On the tent, Hua Kai's eyes flickered.

I didn't hear the truth about the tragedy in the village, but I heard a drama of colleagues fighting each other and plotting to assassinate Zhongliang.

He is like thunder for Yang Ye, especially the Yang family general in the storytelling opera, who is simply a loyal martyr and has been passed down through the ages.

From the golden knife to Yang Ye, the hundred-year-old Zhe Taijun, down to the women and children, and even the girl who burned the fire at home, he can be called a "hero", and he only admires this family.

Yang Ye, who single-handedly created the family style of Yang Men loyalty, is actually the end of the road early.

is taboo, of course, because of its great martial arts. In fact, it is more because he is a martial artist, the Great Song Dynasty Jiangshan is their Emperor Taizu leading the troops outside, and the yellow robe is here, and the Song Dynasty has an unprecedentedly strict guard against martial artists, and it is a matter of course that Wenzun and Wuhui are humble.

What's more, Yang Ye is still a general of the Northern Han Dynasty, if he does nothing, it will be fine, but he is so sharp and prestigious, isn't he asking for his own death?

The reason why a hero is a hero is mostly because of his tragic end.

Out of inner admiration, Hua Kai really wanted to be this firefighter, at least, it would be good to leave a fire for this loyal martyr, so that it would not fall to the point where the old and weak women and children would go to the battlefield in the future, although it was heroic, it was too sad.

It's just that at the moment, for him, finding the real culprit of Tu Village is the first priority.

But after lying on his stomach for so long, he didn't hear any useful clues, and just when he wanted to kill directly into the tent and forcibly torture him, the next movement in the tent made him stop.

The short-bearded middle-aged man withdrew a group of generals on the grounds that he wanted to arrange a retreat from the camp, and only he and the "Pan Xiang" were left in the tent.

The short-bearded middle-aged man waited for the generals to go away, and then whispered to "Pan Xiang": "Pan Xiang, the twenty people of Tianwuwei have been dealt with, and they only need to make a little arrangement when they retreat, it can be said that it is to ensure that we and others withdraw safely, and they are torn apart with the pursuers, and unfortunately they die, and after that, no one can find fault with them, and this matter is over." ”

"Pan Xiang" nodded and sighed: "Alas, it is really not right to give so many lives in vain for this matter." Anyway, they are all loyal to the country, and these people are worthy of death. ”

When the short-bearded middle-aged man saw him behave like this, he secretly sneered in his heart, but he didn't break it.

"Pan Xiang" remembered another thing at this time: "However, the old man is still a little unable to let go, what happened to the Liao army who came to aid the Liao army in the ambush of Langya Pass before?" Why did this Liao army retreat halfway? ”

"Only a spy came to report, saying that the Liao army was intercepted by a mysterious person, and nearly half of them were slaughtered, so they retreated, although this matter is unbelievable and unbelievable, but forgive the spy and dare not joke, the old man always feels that this matter is false, or it has something to do with that village."

The short-bearded middle-aged man sneered: "Pan Xiang is too worried, is it really as the spy said, this person is afraid that he is not an enemy of ten thousand people?" How can there really be such a person in this world? Thinking that Yang Ye is already known as an invincible general in the world, let alone 10,000 people, hundreds of soldiers can teach him to die. ”

"Pan Xiang" shook his head and said: "Having said that, if you don't clarify this matter, it will be difficult for the old man to feel at ease......"

"Torah—"

Pan and Wang were talking, there was a sudden sound of tearing above their heads, and they were shocked, and when they looked up, they saw a crack in the military tent above their heads, and a young man covered in mottled bloodstains and only vaguely able to see the original blue and white robe, like a Confucian and holding a long sword, floated down.

This person has an extremely young face, a peerless appearance and bearing, and does not look like a villain.

But both of them are people with clear minds, how can they quietly break into the marshal's tent in the army, how can it be easy to deal with? Moreover, this mottled mark like blood, I am afraid that the person who came was not only a villain, but also a peerless murderer.

The two of them reacted quickly, and when they saw people, they opened their mouths and wanted to call out to the soldiers to protect them, but they saw that the person who came pulled the sword in his hand, and a sword flower made the eyes of the two people a flower, and two cold and sharp qi attacked the body, which was a meal, and it was difficult to open his mouth, and he couldn't even feel his limbs, hands and feet and couldn't move.

"If you want to live, be quiet, otherwise you will scare my sword, and I'm afraid your neck is not hard enough."

Hua Kai put the sword on the neck of the "Pan Xiang" and said coldly.

Flip your hand and pop out a finger to untie the dumb hole of "Pan Xiang", this "Pan Xiang" is a little bold, much stronger than the short-bearded middle-aged man next to him, the man has been so frightened that his face is pale, even if the acupoint is restrained, he can't stop his trembling.

"Pan Xiang" sword approached, his face was only a little uncomfortable, his lips rolled for a while, and finally he didn't dare to test the sword with his neck.

I had to whisper cooperatively: "This young man, if you have anything to teach, even if you open your mouth, the old man will do his best to help." ”

Hua Kai's face was already like a layer of frost: "Help? I'm afraid you can't bear it. Let me ask you, dozens of lives were killed in Qijia Village, but the two of you were killed? ”

"Pan Xiang" moved his eyelids slightly, and said: "Shaoxia said that he laughed, although I don't know where Shaoxia said Qijia Village, but I am the king of the imperial court, and I have the responsibility of guarding the land and defending the people. ”

"If the young man sees such evil things that anger and resentment, he might as well say that with the old man, although the old man is leading the troops, he is also the prime minister of the dynasty, and he will be able to seek justice for the unjustly killed people."

Hua Kai glanced at him twice, and suddenly laughed: "It turned out that he was the prime minister of the dynasty, and he really had a good bearing, a good city, and a good mouth!" ”

Three "good" in a row, in the end, he was already angry.

"It seems that you have some misunderstanding, I ask you, just to let you die by yourself, so that you can repent of your crimes, not to prove something, whether you admit it or not, it means nothing to me......"

"Under the Nine Springs, in front of the Yama Palace, I have seen the judge, and then I will play your sharp mouth!"

Hua Kai directly swung his long sword, and wanted to behead him, but the next moment, something happened to him.

It wasn't that a strange soldier suddenly appeared, but when he swung his long sword and wanted to slash at "Pan Xiang", a vast and terrifying qi machine fell from the sky and enveloped him.

The qi machine was vast and majestic, like an abyss like a prison, so that he couldn't afford to resist at all, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stopped, not daring to move forward for half a minute.

He had an inexplicable feeling that he was going to die......

As soon as his sword fell, he himself would be crushed into powder by this terrifying qi and turned into ashes.

His face was pale, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat all over his back.

Trembling slightly, he withdrew his long sword, and the terrifying and inexplicable qi above his head suddenly dissipated, without a trace, and there was no trace of it, as if everything was an illusion just now.

But Hua Kai knew that it was not an illusion.

How so? What's going on?!