The man smiled very innocently, as if everything in front of him was not a big drama that he had arranged for more than ten years, "There are more people who want to kill me, even if there are a few more, it's just a queue!" ”

The woman smiled helplessly and said, "You stinky boy, you haven't changed at all." ”

"Get out of the way!"

Before the gate of the palace, Guo Jing knew that he had come to this Zhao Palace, and he was more than lucky, and he hid a blade on his body.

Seeing countless guards blocking in front of him, he pulled out the long sword hidden on his body with his backhand, and the blade of the sword danced, turning into pieces of shock, forcing back several guards.

"True Swordsmanship?" In the distance, Wanyan Honglie led a group of masters to watch, and Peng Lianhu, known as the thousand-handed slaughterer, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Guo Jing's swordsmanship, and called out.

And Wanyan Honglie had already recognized Guo Jing's identity at this time, although on the prairie, Guo Jing and him reached some tacit understanding in the end, but they were friends and enemies after all.

In addition, this kid is extraordinary, and his martial arts are also extremely clever, and he will definitely become a big disaster in the future, and there is a fierce light in his eyes.

"Everyone, please take action together to save the princess and the prince of this king." Wanyan Honglie raised his hands and bowed to Sha Tongtian and the others.

"Yes, lord." The Venerable Master of Wisdom, Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian, Liang Ziweng, Hou Tonghai and others, all of whom were raised by Yan Honglie, did not dare to hesitate when they saw the prince speak, looked at each other, and pounced at the same time.

Syllable!

The Master of Wisdom struck out the big mudra and went towards the long sword in Guo Jing's hand with one palm, and in mid-air, it was already a yin wind howling, and the smell was unpleasant.

The sword made of stainless steel intersects with the big mudra, and although Guo Jing's martial arts are clever, he is more than inferior to the Master of Wisdom.

The blade of the sword in his hand trembled, and a mouthful of blood did not spurt out.

On the other side, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai and others made a move, any one of them, it was easy to deal with a mere Yang Tiexin.

It's just a matter of breaths, and Yang Tiexin will be killed.

"Get out of the way, or I'll die here." Just when the situation of Yang Tiexin and the others was like a boat in the stormy waves, and it could be overturned by the wind and waves at any time, the always weak Bao Xiqiao suddenly broke out in an incredible move.

A dagger was aimed at his heart, and he shouted to the guards and many masters around him.

"Pity the weak." Wanyan Honglie loved Bao Xi weakly very deeply, and when he saw that Bao Xi was weak and willing to use his life as a threat, his majestic body trembled, his tiger eyes were full of tears, and he exclaimed.

Bao Xiwan turned his head, opposite his eighteen-year-old husband, and said in a trembling but firm tone:

"Lord Wang, I remember your kindness to me and Kang'er in the past eighteen years, but now that my real husband has been found, I want to go with him."

As he spoke, the dagger had pierced through the thin clothes, and the sharp blade pressed against his chest, oozing a little blood.

Wanyan Honglie saw that he had failed to warm this woman's heart for eighteen years, and he was grief-stricken, but he couldn't afford to have any hatred.

His body trembled, and he didn't know what to choose.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the palace fell into an inexplicable downturn, and everyone's attention was on Wan Yan Honglie's body, waiting for the palace master to make a decision.

"Good, what a chaste woman." Just when Yan Honglie was in a dilemma, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the house.

When I looked out, I saw two gray-haired Taoist priests standing outside the mansion, each holding a long sword in their hands.

"Master." When Guo Jing saw one of them, he was in a bad mood and called out excitedly.

On Yang Tiexin's back, Yang Kang also woke up leisurely under the shouting and killing sound in his ears, and vaguely, he saw the people in the distance clearly, and subconsciously said: "Master!" ”

"Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji!" Wanyan Honglie's eyes froze, and he called out the names of the two Taoist priests.

Among the seven sons of Quanzhen, Qiu Chuji, who has the highest martial arts, and Ma Yu, who has the highest status.

This time, Qiu Chuji came to the capital, wanting to teach his disciples martial arts, but he witnessed such a scene.

At this moment, he realized that his disciple was not a Jurchen, but a Han Chinese. As for Ma Yu, he came for a major event entrusted by his master, and by coincidence, he met Guo Jing, a disciple he accepted on the prairie in his early years, in Yanjing City.

After listening for a while, the two brothers had already understood what was going on, and immediately drew their long swords and stepped forward to help.

The seven sons of Quanzhen are famous in martial arts, and they are by no means vain in their reputation.

In addition, Wang Chongyang is not dead, and for more than 20 years, he has trained them in martial arts. Therefore, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji's martial arts are even one or even two points higher than Peng Lianhu's generation. With the help of the new force, Yang Tiexin's family and Guo Jing escaped from the palace and went all the way to the inn.

In this way, Wanyan Honglie was certainly a large number of people, but his subordinates did not dare to hurt Bao Xiqiao and Yang Kang, and they fled all the way to the inn.

Under the entanglement, it lasted until the early morning of the second day.

Everyone surrounded the inn and started a fierce battle, fierce fighting. Under the vicious fight, Qiu was in a hurry, and even though Ma Yu was strong in martial arts, he was outnumbered.

In desperation, he released a signal from the Quanzhen Sect for help, and Wang Chuyi also happened to be in the capital to do something and rushed to help.

But even if the three sons of Quanzhen join forces, no matter how strong each other's martial arts are, they can't help but be the head snake of the land, and constantly mobilize soldiers to come to Wanyan Honglie.

If it goes on like this, being cut apart by a knife will be their final end.

"Send the princess and Kang'er back, this king will spare your lives!" Wanyan Honglie is an expert in leading soldiers, he can see the height at a glance, ride on a high-headed horse, and shout.

Qiu Chuji sneered: "Who wants you, a thief of the Jin Kingdom, to spare your life!" ”

Say, I want to fight again!

Seeing the situation at this point, Yang Tiexin and his wife looked at each other, and there was a trace of determination in each other's eyes. Yang Tie's heart suddenly burst out and shouted loudly: "Everyone, stop, my husband and wife are all over here." When he turned the gun back, he stabbed it into the heart, and with a pop, blood splattered everywhere, and it fell backwards. Bao Xi was not sad, smiled miserably, pulled out the gun, put the handle of the gun on the ground, and rushed to the tip of the gun.

Seeing the change, Qiu Chuji and others all stopped fighting.

"Dad, mother." Yang Kang was overwhelmed with grief when he saw his mother of 18 years and his father, who had just met him, commit suicide in front of him, and exclaimed.

Falling on the two of them, a teardrop slipped down their eyes.

Guo Jing's injury was not light, but he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, grabbed Yang Tiexin, and said, "Uncle Yang." ”

Yang Tiexin looked at the nephew in front of him and said intermittently: "Jing ...... Jing'er, read ...... Nian Ci, I entrust it to you! ”

"Daddy." After a long time of fierce fighting, Mu Nianci grabbed it out early, and when he heard this, his beautiful eyes were full of tears and he cried.

Syllable!

Yang Tiexin grabbed one of the righteous daughter's hands and put it on Guo Jing's hand, his eyes showed a hint of relief, and suddenly his arm fell heavily. Mobile phone users should browse and read for a better reading experience.

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