"Little brother should be damned! The little brother was blinded by lard at that time!" Wang Shenhai knelt down, although the burning pain that was enough to burn five to five could almost kill him directly, but he didn't dare to let out any moans of pain at all, and could only beg bitterly in the miserable state that was almost pierced by the lightsaber: "At that time, the little brother was also coerced and lured by that bullshit Fang Tianhang, your hometown father! Brother Yinchen!"

"You know you deserve to die now?" Silverdust's tone was light, without a trace of weight or heat.

"Little brother should die! Little brother has felt that he deserved to die in the past two years!" Wang Shenhai immediately followed his words and said, obviously in order to see Wan Jianxin, he didn't care about anything else at all, and immediately despised himself in order to curry favor with Yinchen.

"Since you know you deserve to die, you might as well die. "Silver Dust drew his sword. Wang Shenhai clutched his stomach in extreme pain and collapsed, curled up into the shape of a big shrimp.

Silver Dust stood up and looked at him condescendingly. At this time, the blue eyes of the silver-haired young man slowly surged with boundless wind and snow, and the breath on his body slowly became as cold as winter.

"I probably know the purpose of your trip, Xue Wuxian is dead, so you came to Wan Jian Xin to let him protect you like before, right?"

"I'm already desperate, for the sake of me living under the same roof with him before, fighting side by side against the Demon Pavilion, and calling him a brother and brother for several years, please master, have mercy on me! Master Yinchen, for the sake of the fact that you were able to use our Divine Sword Sect's trick just now, I will dare to call you Senior Brother! I, Wang Shenhai, have not had an easy time in the Divine Sword Sect in the past few years, and I have not enjoyed a good day at all, I am worried all day long, and I have to open my eyes when I sleep, for fear that my inexplicable head will be gone in the middle of the night, I think I have been punished! If there is a big change today, the master has become a monster and died, and then the Divine Sword Gate is gone, I really have no choice, and please senior brother, for the sake of us all using the "Sword Mang Heart Sutra", for the sake of half of the same way, save the little brother! If Senior Brother Wan dislikes me, I have no complaints, because I was a fool at that time! He doesn't want to see me, as long as you can protect me for a moment or two, let me read this difficulty, I will definitely repay it!"

Wang Shenhai endured the sharp pain that could be said to have penetrated it, and blasted out a little bit of energy from his body, forming a faint wind and snow, and slowly recovered from the wounds that had already been burned on his stomach. Fortunately, the one that Silver Dust paid for was a lightsaber instead of an ice ⚔ or metal sword, and the high temperature generated by the light burned the muscles around the wound, not allowing a drop of snow to leak out, otherwise this six-rank lord might have died of hemorrhage.

"I don't dare to expect your repayment, after all, I don't want to be stabbed a few times for no reason when I break into the secret realm. Boy, everyone is responsible for their actions. You may not know that Wan Jianxin is very you, it was not you who drew your sword at him, but you stabbed a little junior sister to death with a sword, causing a death in front of him. ”

"The killing of fellow disciples must not be forgiven. You say yes, Liang Yunfeng. The moment Yinchen said this, the window behind him suddenly darkened, and a young man in a black robe blocked half of the window with his body, and a pair of eyes that contained endless bloodthirsty madness in the tranquility stared hard inside.

The voice of the silver dust was like a cold hell at this time, cold and inhumane.

When Wang Shenhai heard the last three words, he jumped up with a strange scream, and among the imported red foxes in Chongqing's blue, he pulled out a long sword with a whoosh, and the action was like an assassin, not a swordsman.

When Liang Yunfeng heard the last three words, he relaxed instead, and calmly turned over the window, crossed the small table, and landed in the room.

As soon as he stood still, a terrifying and convulsive look suddenly flashed in his calm red pupils, because he sensed that on the other side of the thin wooden wall of the compartment, several breaths powerful enough to break through the sky, and they held back, like a giant beast of the desolate wilderness that was lying dormant and ready to pounce on its prey.

The intensity of those breaths is really like a giant beast in the wilderness.

"Silver Dust Boy, I have no malice, I'm just borrowing a light. Liang Yunfeng first turned around and saluted Yinchen, while carefully observing the silver-haired boy in front of him.

The chief disciple of the Demon Wei Pavilion was full of countless doubts in his heart, he clearly remembered that in the secret report of the sect, it was clearly noted that the imperial court had found the body of Yinchen, so it proved that the forbidden spell mage was dead, but the person in front of him ......

Liang Yunfeng couldn't believe that the person in front of him could still be Yinchen, because he looked too young, too immature, and completely a child who hadn't grown up. He remembered that Silver Dust should be seventeen or eighteen years old, but the young man in front of him was only fourteen years old.

"Could it be rebirth?" Liang Yunfeng remembered the little bit of news he learned through extremely secret channels, and he didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness in his heart. In fact, he saw the whole process of Yinchen challenging Xue Wuxian in his eyes, especially the strange spatial vibration when thousands of people appeared and disappeared.

He knew, at least he thought he knew, that the person in front of him probably really had the strength to confront Xue Wuxian head-on, and it was Xue Wuxian who had the Soul Destroying Round Steel!

Liang Yunfeng became more and more sure that the silver-haired boy in front of him did not have the slightest breath of a strong man on his body, and he really didn't even have the slightest fluctuation of breath, just like a waste who couldn't cultivate at all. Liang Yunfeng is also more and more affirmative. , The silver-haired boy in front of him is a peerless powerhouse who is truly completely invisible, a person at the level of the master or even the ancestor, not the so-called young master!

He is definitely qualified to compete for the first place in the world, and Liang Yunfeng is not qualified enough, far from enough.

Therefore, the attitude of the chief disciple of the Demon Pavilion, which is extremely humble.

"Whatever you want. Yinchen's answer was rather perfunctory, or rather a completely indifferent attitude.

At the same time, the door to the cubicle was silently shut.

The magician's sky, a few snowflakes fluttered in his blue pupils, and he knew that on the other side of the suite, what had been a wonderful scuffle could quickly turn into a boring slaughter, and this conclusion was reached when he saw the old and powerful hand that closed the door.

That hand belonged to the Blood River Venerable.

【2nd floor cubicle】

In the small cubicle, there were three people standing, two people lying, and several middle-aged men and women in bright red and purple splendid costumes, as if glued to them, solidified on the stairs.

These people frozen on the stairs are desperately suppressing their breathing, as if their weakest pulse may attract the attention of a predator, and then be swallowed by a cruel bite. Of course, in his heart at this time, he identified the existence in the compartment on the second floor as a humanoid carnivorous beast.

"Mouth the world...... One of the two people who fell to the ground let out a faint moan, and his tone was filled with infinite despair: "I thought you would die in the cold winter......"

"It's a shame that you don't think a damn one of them died. The white-bearded old man, who was respectfully called "the mouth of the world", put on a compass-like posture, bowed his head slightly, and looked at the two of them condescendingly, his tone was so calm that people couldn't hear the joy and anger, and even the contempt and disdain were not willing to give alms to the two defeated men. At this time, he was really like an intelligent creature of a higher civilization, looking at the ants who thought they were smart, living and working in peace on a small planet destined to be melted by the sun, unaware of the great calamity coming.

"How did you survive?Isn't Gusu City already destroyed?" The middle-aged man who spoke originally sped up his speech slightly and said softly, he really wanted to yell at this time, but the heavy injuries on his body made him only make a faint sound like a mosquito.

Just now, in that moment that was so short that he couldn't even notice it, Tian Wanzai, who was originally going to sneak attack Yinchen, was slapped down by this guy who suddenly appeared. He only took a beating, but this moment completely deprived him of the strength to fight back.

With the same fate as him, it was Sang Tianliang who planned to sneak attack him.

Blood River Venerable should naturally be regarded as Zhao Guangyi's guardian, but now that his skills have gone further, he has reached a terrifying situation based on gods and ghosts, which is definitely not a realm that can be summed up by the word Yuanying.

"That's not something you need to care about, and you're not someone in Gusu City. Venerable Blood River said leisurely, and at the same time, behind the old man, two middle-aged men, turned around with lack of interest, walked to the inner room and sat down. One of them said with disappointment: "Sure enough, it's not as good as being famous, and you still think that the royal family of the Third Dynasty can have a certain degree of success, so that's all there is?"

"Brother Zhao, I heard that which of your righteous daughters is the remnant of the Second Dynasty?" Yin Shanluan almost didn't open any pot, and when he said this, he saw the person who fell to the ground struggling violently, and his old face was full of shock.

"The little girl is afraid that she doesn't know what her background is, or that he doesn't care if he knows it, after all, they are all people who ran to the moon, and there is no point in discussing the Second Dynasty now-" Zhao Guangyi dragged out his voice and said slowly. Out of the corner of his eye, he stared disdainfully at the man who had fallen to the ground, and watched quietly as the man's expression slowly distorted.

"The remnants of the previous dynasty!" the middle-aged man who fell to the ground squeezed out these four words from between his teeth.

"Is this gentleman talking about himself?" Yin Shanluan seemed to be very interested in this down-and-out owner of the Black Mountain Villa, and deliberately used all kinds of mean words to provoke him: "The remnants of the former dynasty in your mouth have long lived in a valley for thousands of years, and now they have moved to the city, and they are still living in peace. Not every remnant of the previous dynasty in this world is like you, who has been dead for thousands of years, and is still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Festival!"

Zhao Guangyi raised his hand and pressed it down, stopping Yin Shanluan from continuing. Now, Zhao Guangyi and Yin Shanluan have fully understood the grievances and grievances of Yinchen and Mo Weige, including the Red Blood Secret Realm.

In Zhao Guangyi's opinion, all the encounters of Yinchen in the Demon Wei Pavilion are the one in front of him, and it should really be regarded as a guy who has a conscience, if it were not for his Spring and Autumn Dream, Sang Tianliang might not have parted ways with him, and the Demon Wei Pavilion in the Red Blood Secret Realm can be twisted into a rope and run over it on a rampage, becoming the savior of that catastrophe, if it is really like that, it will definitely be fame and fortune. Not only the Demon Pavilion itself, but even the fortunes of the southern kingdom can be changed.

Such a great and bright prospect was destroyed by the so-called restoration of the state complex in a man's heart, and it is impossible to say that a superior person like Zhao Guangyi has no resentment in his heart. Of course, Zhao Guangyi didn't have any immortal Gu at all, and he was unwilling to explain all this to him. At this moment, he looked at this middle-aged man named Tian Wanzai, I didn't look at an earthworm that was about to be trampled on, it was disgusting and contemptuous.

"Old He, please throw these two dead dogs downstairs, and who dares to come up and disturb the cleanliness of the son-in-law, and directly divide the corpse. ”

The former iron-blooded true king has never been a good talker, and when he really gets angry, he can make thousands of people break into thousands of pieces with a single sentence. What's more, now, he has truly mastered an extremely terrifying puppet army.

He Lao nodded, grabbed the placket of the two of them without saying a word, lifted them up as if carrying two heavy burdens, and walked smoothly out of the suite, through the corridor, down the stairs, through the hall on the first floor, and threw the two of them outside the gate of the restaurant in a neat and orderly manner.

At the same time, a group of Indra cultists wearing flower feathers slowly walked in with an old eunuch who looked very powerful.

【Pershing Forbidden City】

A few minutes ago.

In the palace of diligence, everything is as usual. All the porcelain produced by the official kiln was smashed again, and the extremely beautiful mahogany tables and chairs were once again turned into scattered waste wood. A raging storm finally died down within ten minutes of the Nanoviper suddenly vomiting blood and falling unconscious. The middle-aged man in the yellow robe stood in the center of the mess as always, staring blankly into the distance in a daze.

All those who can kneel, all have knelt, and those who can't kneel have lost their lives forever. The young man in the yellow robe slowly exhaled a breath and sighed faintly: "This thief, God, when will you be willing to go to me!"

His sigh is not all disease-free moaning, since the White Dragon List began to compete, the unpleasant things are one after another, first Zhao Guangyi supported the army to stand on his own, broke the olive branch thrown by Cleopatra, and then it was reported that the Yue Emperor in the south made a small move with the intention of rebelling. When he paid a lot of price and finished transforming Xue Wuxian, Emperor Yue launched the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect to be the number one young master in the world, and he actually wanted to use this as bait to really recruit some young talents and secretly cultivate a force that completely belonged to him. Nano could have found someone casually in the future and poisoned this so-called Yue Huang, but the bad thing is that among the descendants of the Zhao family he secretly sent people to investigate, except for Zhao Guangyi and Zhao Jiyue, he couldn't find half of the people who could dominate the overall situation. In the south, where there was Zhao Guangyi in the front and Mr. Moxin in the back, the separatist tendencies were extremely serious, once the imperial authority of the Seventh Dynasty was gone, it would definitely be a serious consequence of the Second Righteous Expedition, and this time, he would no longer have a puppet emperor to order them to retreat.