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The corners of Meng Yuan's mouth twitched, he killed Wang Ao, on the one hand, because this person had a certain threat, and on the other hand, it was the Tang Sect behind him. The full-text and ad-free novels are all biquge.info on Aishang Novel Network

According to his calculations, the time is almost up, and soon after, Su Ying and his party should also go north, at that time, it is time to launch the entire killing game, and in this killing game, anyone who stands on the opposite side, no matter who it is, will be crushed by this force, with Mengyuan's character of taking one step and counting three steps, how can he not try to seek some benefits for his party, and since Su Ying chose the direction of strengthening, the Tang Sect in the martial arts world is one of the objects he is concerned about.

Different from those guys who are extremely hot-blooded, what Mengyuan has set for himself is the path of thick accumulation and thin hair, not seeking speed, but seeking stability, strategy, state of mind, and cultivation for both the three, and has laid a solid foundation for practicing martial arts for 20 years, and gradually built a strong martial arts structure, step by step, firmly going up, only to have today's strength. And compared with those who gain strength by huàn and adventure, he also has a corresponding, even slightly higher, realm. It is this that allows him to improve all the time.

After bringing Feng Lin back to the house and letting her start working hard, Meng Yuan picked up the waist card from the fourteenth prince, and he was about to start promoting a very important part of the whole plan.

In front of the fourteenth prince Yunzhen's mansion, a thin gray-clothed man came, he was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and he looked out of place between the palace full of nobility, and only then did he stop at the door, and then attracted the attention of the guards at the door.

"What are you doing, the palace is important, not a place for you untouchables to wander." The tall and sturdy guard pressed his sword on his waist and shouted.

"Open the door, I want to see the prince." The man in gray raised his head slightly and glanced at him. He didn't like the look in this man's eyes, looking at himself as if he were looking at something inanimate.

"The prince is noble, did you see it?" The guard only felt an irrepressible anger rise from his chest, and he was about to attack, but he saw the man raise his hand.

A cold hand, I don't know when, had pinched his throat and stifled all the sounds he wanted to make. His other hand, holding a swarthy waist card, pressed it against his face.

It's still the same voice: "Open the door, I want to see the fourteenth prince." ”

The guard was taken aback and nodded vigorously, and as soon as Meng Yuan let go, he sat down on the ground.

"The prince is out, it's time to go to the barracks." The guard saw that Meng Yuan's face was ugly, and hurriedly said.

"Hmm" Meng Yuan nodded, turned to walk, and when the guard came back to his senses, he found that the person just now had disappeared from view, and only then let out a breath.

Let's say that Meng Yuan left the palace and walked all the way to the barracks, while walking to experience the subtlety between these steps, unconsciously, he has walked more and more away, the wonderful feeling brought by that step in the forest at the beginning, if it appears like nothing, just when he completely grasps the mystery between this steps, his Heavenly Dao footwork is considered to have entered the advanced stage. Between a certain distance, advance and retreat are like gods. When he was concentrating on his experience, he had already arrived at the barracks in front, and in less than half an hour, he had walked dozens of miles, almost no less than the speed at which he performed light skills.

It was already evening, and the soldiers in the capital were far less vigilant than usual, and he said hello to a few sentinels he knew, only to know that Yunzhen and Fang Lingming were invited to drink at another of Yunzhen's cronies. After asking where the tent where the car was to ward off evil spirits, Mengyuan swept straight over like a wisp of green smoke.

"Huh?"

When he approached the camp tent to ward off evil spirits, Meng Yuan suddenly made a mistake under his feet, and his figure flashed, and he swept behind another camp tent and hid his figure. In the shadows at the edge of the tent ahead, he saw several pairs of eyes, and they were actually a few guards.

"It's weird, these palace guards, what are they doing hiding here." Meng Yuan frowned slightly, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully, in the camp tent in front of him, there was a faint sound of dispute, and what surprised Meng Yuan was that there were as many as four people in the camp.

"Is this a trap?" There is a way of what people think, Meng Yuan's heart moved, and he guessed a few points, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure was like a huge bat, hiding towards the guards.

"Che wards off evil spirits, are you crazy? The general treats us well, and you betray the general. In the tent, Fang Lingming was shocked and angry at a tall soldier opposite.

"I'm not crazy, it's that you haven't been able to understand." Che Qievil said with a gloomy face: "Although the general treats people well, how can he compare to the four princes, and the one who will sit on the big treasure in the future must be the fourth prince, I just choose the master." ”

Fang Lingming said angrily: "The fourth prince is mean and unkind, if he ascends the throne, it will be a blessing for the Qing Dynasty." ”

Che Bi Xie sneered: "The accession of the fourth prince to the throne is a foregone conclusion, I am just on the side of the winner." But you, do you want to die for the fourteenth prince? For the sake of you and my brother, as long as you get out of the way, how about I let you live? ”

Fang Lingming said angrily: "If you want to move the general, pass me first." ”

Che Qiyi laughed and said: "In normal times, if you and I are in martial arts, it would be a little difficult for me to win against you, but now that you both have been drugged by Mr. Han, how much power can you have left if you force the medicine like this?" What's more, Mr. Han's martial arts are far above you and me, with him here, what luck do you have? ”

On his side, Han Chongshan stood with his hands in his arms, it turned out that when he arrived in Beijing, he contacted Che Zhen, who had already been bought by the fourth prince Yun Zhen to ward off evil spirits, and asked Fang Lingming and Yun Zhen to drink.

Yun Zhen couldn't support the medicinal power anymore and fell asleep, Fang Lingming had deep internal strength, but he could still support it, and he was desperately blocking Yun Zhen's body. Che was reluctant to fight with him, so he called Han Chongshan, who was hiding in the shadows, in.

Che Fangevil pulled out his long sword and said: "Since you are obsessed, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Fang Jinming's eyes were red, and he shouted: "Wow, you will stain your crown with my neck blood!" "The left palm protects the chest, and the bottom of the right fist pierces out, and a "seal palm", the palm wind is sassy, and it hits the enemy's chest. The car's evil sword circled and cut at the crook of his arm. Fang Lingming roared, and suddenly his long body pounced, his left hand clenched his fist and hit the blade of the sword, and his right hand ignored it, and slapped it straight over, but it was a direct and desperate posture.

Che dispelled evil spirits and shouted: "Are you looking for death?" "Control your back and close your chest, and suddenly a" stepped back and crossed her elbow, dodged Fang Jinming's fierce blow, turned the hilt of the sword, and crashed into Fang Lingming's waist. Fang Jinming roared, his fists were like rain, his palms flew up, and he hit an eighteen-way long fist, hugging his head and covering his head, beating his ribs and chest, completely ignoring his own life, and attacking strongly. The two of them have similar martial arts, and at this time, Fang Lingming is anxious and desperate, but Che has no intention of dying with him. But he couldn't bear him for a while.

Han Chongshan stood by and watched, both of them were first-class players, although they were far inferior to him, but it would take some effort for him to defeat one of them. The purpose of his trip is only Yunzhen, but the life and death of these two people is not what he cares about.

He suddenly felt a little strange, and his originally casual expression suddenly turned into vigilance and surprise. Chest guard with both palms, put on a vigilant posture.

"Who?"

With a sigh of relief, he shouted out of the tent.

"Hehe, Lingshan Han Chongshan really lives up to its name, it's a pity, it's a pity."

There were bursts of sneering laughter outside the tent, one moment on the left, one moment on the right, with Han Chongshan's skills, he couldn't tell the other party's position.

A tearing sound sounded to his left, and the thick cowhide tent, as if it had been cut with a sharp blade at the same time, cracked a man-high staggered cross. A figure swooped down on him like a gale.

Han Chongshan turned around and slapped a palm, hitting the man's chest, how powerful his palm was, only to hear a string of fractures, the person's sternum, I don't know how many were broken, a large rain of blood, and sprayed at him headlessly.

Han Chongshan made a move, his body was smart, and he had already reached the side of the person who came, only to see that the person was actually a guard who was letting off the wind outside the tent, was pointed at the acupoint, thrown in, and died tragically under his palm.

"Oops." Han Chongshan is a well-known master, seeing this situation, he knows that he has fallen for the other party's plan, and the real target of the other party is obviously not him.

Behind the guard, a figure rushed into the battle group of Fang Lingming and the two like a big bird, and with a circle of his left hand, he pushed Fang Lingming to Yun Zhen's side, and his right hand stood upright like a knife, slashing down, although it was a meat palm, but his palm slashed down, but it brought a wave of qi, no less powerful than a real steel knife.

Almost subconsciously, but it was an instinct honed in the battle of life and death, and the long sword of the car to ward off evil spirits was raised, and it was already blocked in front of him, and at the same time, his body flashed, avoiding the hand knife that the opponent chopped.

I only heard a crisp sound of "popping", and a light sword in his hand, a long sword of refined steel, was actually cut off by someone who came with his bare hands.

After he split the long sword with one palm, that hand turned into an afterimage, just a flash, and then used his two fingers to clamp the broken sword body, and the shining blade stabbed out like a poisonous snake, and with his eyesight, he could only see a flash of cold light.

"Poof"

In Che Yao's frightened eyes, the sharp blade pierced straight into his heart.

One move, just one move, Che Exorcism, a first-class master in the original book, one of the two great samurai under Yunzhen, actually broke his sword and died at the hands of the comer.

(Kill the car to ward off evil spirits, get 1500 essence points, and 1 Xuan-level fate plot)

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