The young sunspot man sneered: "King Weibei, the three-day period for your healing has not yet arrived, and tonight is only the second day, I think you should be obediently captured, and you can also leave a whole corpse." ”

"This king has only left the capital for three days, and you came quite quickly, and even this king's disguise has not escaped your tracking." Mo Che's eyes were cold.

Where did these people get the news? You can still recognize his identity! Even if he had suffered an internal wound and needed to heal for three days, it was clear that they had to die.

Monk Daokong said unhurriedly: "King Weibei, your disguise technique is indeed very clever, but the secret of your cold poison to be used in the hot springs in June to heal your wounds is not unknown in the world. ”

The young man in black hurriedly said: "Master, what do you have to talk about with a Hulu Tartar like him, there is no need to let you be a clear ghost, let's do it together." ”

"You three go up together!" Mo Che floated within ten steps of the three of them, and his smile was even bigger, and his heart was full of murderous intent.

The three people in black also had their eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The three of them have already made up their minds to kill Mo Che, and the three of them can fight even when Mo Che is in his heyday.

Now that his internal injuries have not healed, Mo Che cannot escape even if he has the ability to reach the sky.

Feng Tianzhan pressed his hand on the jade flute and sighed: "Do you really want to die?" ”

Mo Che shook his head, "It's you who die." ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly raised his hand, "Snort! A cold light shot out.

The young man froze suddenly, and Daokong hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him dodge the fatal blow, but the young man in black still covered his injured shoulder, staring at Mo Che with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.

A bloody hole appeared in his shoulder, soaking his wounded palm.

The smile on the young man's face froze, and he looked at Mo Che in disbelief: "You...... You ......"

"Senior Brother Ming, you step back first." Feng Tianzhan put the piccolo into his arms, and gently touched his waist with his right hand, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes were sharp, which made people look sideways, but the coldness in his eyes was a little heavier than before.

Airplanes!

There was a sword roar, and Mo Che smelled danger.

"Who are you?"

Feng Tianzhan pulled out the soft sword at his waist, raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Che indifferently, and after a moment of silence, his thin lips opened slightly.

"Fengtian Exhibition, stay in the palace."

In just a few words, it directly indicates the identity and intention.

"Stay in the palace? The former dynasty Qian Liuwang! Mo Che frowned, the name Feng Tianzhan had never been heard in the rivers and lakes.

"Yes and no." Fengtian Zhan cherishes words like gold.

Looking at the swordsman in front of him, Mo Che remained silent, silently moving to the palm of his hand, and soon his hands were coated with a layer of thin ice, exuding wisps of cold air.

Tonight, it has been less than an hour since he used his strength to heal his wounds, and the cold poison in his body has not been suppressed, and his strength at this time is only less than sixty percent of what he used to be. And the Feng Tianzhan in front of him seemed to be an opponent, and it seemed that he really needed a hard fight tonight.

It's just that no more than three people in the world know that he needs to go to the hot springs to heal his wounds, and even his four guards think that he is practicing in retreat.

Where did these people know, and since they broke it tonight, then this matter will not be a secret in the future, and there will only be a rest until death tonight.

"Kill!" Feng Tianzhan let out a low roar.