'Fart! A rude and hoarse curse wiped out a small part of the smugness in King Zuowu's chest on the spot. King Zuowu's face changed slightly, and he looked at each other, and immediately saw the thirteenth limit of the yuan. Behind him were the Liuhe Qinglong and some soldiers of the Imperial Forest Forbidden Army, numbering as many as two or three hundred. Looking at their appearance, it seems that they don't buy King Zuowu's account at all, and they want to deal with it to the end.

Zuo Wu Wang's face was unhappy, and he glanced at Fang Ying. Fang Xiaohou Ye understood, then coughed twice, and said: "Yuan Da Chief, you are a handsome man in the world, so naturally you are very knowledgeable about current affairs. Zhao Gou is mediocre and incompetent, how can it be worth the Yuanda Governor to work for you? As long as you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, the prince is the first person in the world to know and love to use talents, how can he treat you badly? The title of the world's number one master naturally belongs to you. ”

"Fart fart fart, fuck it's all fart." Yuan 13 scolded: "The old white face fart is bearable, your little white face fart is simply smelly." "I only know the Lu of the Tao and the king of the king, and the matter of loyalty to the king. To be honest, Zhao Gou, the emperor, really doesn't deserve it well. But no matter if he is a good emperor or a bad emperor, in short, he trusts me and uses my Yuan 13 as the general manager of the Internal Affairs Office, and Lao Tzu must not betray him at this time. Otherwise, if this matter spreads, wouldn't I have become a capricious villain who is greedy for wealth and wealth, betrays honesty and shame? I secured him. Whoever wants to be unfavorable to the emperor, I will kill him first! ”

After a pause, Yuan Thirteen sneered again: "Canonize me as the number one master in the world? Joke! Is the number one master in the world sealed by the emperor? That's typing! I haven't even been beaten before I am the number one master? It's a fart in a fart, and it's disgusting. Fang Ying should see that people like you are not worthy of talking about martial arts at all. If you practice hard all your life, you will only be a second-rate person at the end. ”

Fang Ying's complexion changed, and there was already an extremely obvious anger between his eyebrows. He didn't want to entangle with the Yuan Thirteen Limit any longer, so he turned back to Zuo Wu King and bent down slightly, saying, "Lord Wang, this Yuan Thirteen Limit is stubborn. What exactly should be disposed of? Please decide. ”

Yuan Thirteen Limit, in King Zuowu's original plan, did not regard this chief of the Internal Affairs Office as very important. It is true that the Yuan Thirteen Limit Cultivation is unfathomable, and he is one of the top masters in the world. But he has always behaved like a pure martial artist, and he has never had any impressive outstanding performance except for the obsession with his junior brother Mr. Zhuge . Therefore, in the mind of King Zuowu, as long as he shows a little bit of the posture of a corporal of Lixian after controlling the overall situation, and then rewards him with favors, how difficult can it be to bring the Yuan Thirteen Limit over for his own use?

But at this moment, King Zuo Wu had to admit that he really underestimated the Yuan Thirteen Limit. This disciple of the Self-Freedom Sect, one of the four famous catchers of the year, is also the top master in the world after all. There is pride and principle of one's own. If you want to buy him, the difficulty is definitely extraordinary.

Those who achieve great things must pay equal attention to grace and power when they are under control. Carrots and sticks, both are indispensable. King Zuowu launched the "Operation to Change the Heavens" to seize power, no matter how high-sounding the excuse is, its essence is to usurp the throne with violence, which cannot be changed no matter how much it is disguised. Therefore, if King Zuowu wants to succeed, he not only needs to be gracious, but more importantly, he needs to be powerful. Yuan Thirteen was sneering and cursing in public, and although the direct object of the speech was Fang Yingkan, every word still hurt the heart of King Zuowu, and the king of the sect was furious. He was even more determined to establish his prestige with the head of the thirteenth limit of the yuan.

Zuo Wuwang's face sank, and he shouted in a condensed voice: "I'm afraid that there will be many dreams in the night, so let's fight quickly." Fang Qing's family, you lead our people and horses to collect and sort out those who are willing to surrender. Xiangyu, your injury is not light. Eat this Nine-Turn Purple Gold Pill, heal your injuries as soon as possible, recover your state early, and then go to assist Brother Chen and work together to take down Guan Qi, that madman. Let's work together to achieve a great cause and create a new day for this great song! ”

Before the words fell, King Zuo Wu took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and threw it to the King of Extermination. The latter stretched out his hand to take it, opened the cap of the bottle and took a look, but saw that there was indeed a small elixir inside. The color is purple gold. Taking a deep breath, there was immediately a slightly spicy burst of aroma coming to his nose, and the Sect Extermination King was in high spirits.

It turned out that this Nine-Turn Purple Gold Pill was refined by Lai Yao'er, the world's first divine doctor. It contains a variety of precious materials, and then it is refined through nine turns and nine refinements. The function is heavy and white. After taking this pill, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be quickly suppressed, so that the body and mind can temporarily return to their peak. Even if the newly deceased takes this pill, he can still rejuvenate his soul for half a day. Therefore, this small elixir is hard to find. Needless to say, it's precious.

King Zuo Wu himself also worked hard to get this pill from Lai Yao'er, but there was only this one, and there was no more. With this Dan in his body, he is equivalent to an extra life. Therefore, King Zuowu has always kept it close to him, and kept it a secret. But now, he had casually taken out the Nine Turns Purple Gold Pill and handed it over to the King of Extermination. This is almost equivalent to giving one of his own lives to the King of Extermination. Why don't you teach the King of Extermination to be moved by it? Previously, because King Zuo Wu had bribed Fang Ying to regard him as a traitor without consulting him, and assassinated Mi Gonggong by despicable means, he had already been thrown out of the clouds, and he no longer kept it in his heart.

Since King Zuo Wu trusted him so much, of course the King of Extinction couldn't live up to this trust. Without saying a word, he immediately sat cross-legged, took out the Nine Turns Purple Gold Pill, raised his head and swallowed it. Suddenly, a fragrant warm current poured down from the throat, and then melted away to infiltrate the limbs of the whole body, and the straight people felt fluttering and unspeakably comfortable.

The King of Extermination did not dare to indulge in this, closed his eyes and exercised, and concentrated on guiding the medicinal power to be exerted. For a while, I forgot about everything, and I ignored everything outside my body. Of course, this is also one of the manifestations of his trust in King Zuowu. If it weren't for the Zuo Wu King by his side, he could entrust his life with complete confidence, and the King of Extermination would not dare to take medicine on the spot to heal his injuries on this fierce and dangerous battlefield no matter what.

With a wave of Zuo Wuwang's hand, dozens of henchmen under his command immediately gathered over, surrounded the King of Extermination in the middle of the three layers inside and three layers outside, and protected them tightly. The martial arts of these generals are not too high, but they are more loyal. With them using their own flesh and blood as a shield, even if Wei Qingqing is resurrected, or if Yan Maniac and Xiao Qiushui come in person, unless they kill all these dozens of generals first, they can not think of harming half of the hair of the Extermination King.

After placing the King of Extermination, King Zuo Wu turned over and dismounted, and strode towards the Yuan Thirteen Limit. Ning said: "Yuan Thirteen Limit, since you choose to be the enemy of this king, you must be prepared to meet death. Come, fight this king for 300 rounds. If you have won the battle, this king will make you the number one master in the world, and you will come and go. If you can't fight, then today next year will be your death. ”

Yuan Thirteen laughed wildly, and the laughter was like a wolf's howl. Suddenly shouted: "Good! This is the true nature of my generation of martial artists. King Zuowu, come and pick me up and kill! As soon as the words fell, the figure was like a wolf, roaring and rushing out. The fist unfolded, immediately like a fire in the prairie and a torrential rain, teaching people to avoid and dodge, and the emergency is even heavier like thunder, and the hatred is extremely hateful, vowing to break the true dragon and destroy the ambition of the king.

King Zuo Wu burst into applause and said, "Good coming!" At the same time, he also raised his left fist and right palm straight up, and he was bound to force the thirteenth limit of the Yuan with a high cultivation as deep as the sea and the invisible bottom, in order to show his self-king demeanor. His left hand is Shaolin Donkey Kong Fist. The right palm is used, but it is a soft palm of Wudang Pansi. The combination of rigidity and softness, fellow practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism, great compassion and sexual accessibility, is just the natural nemesis of hatred and hatred.

It is too late to say that it is fast, and the fists and palms are shaking, just like meteorites outside the sky colliding with each other, stirring and deafening roaring, spreading the wind and sand all over the sky. Within a radius of five zhang, the stone slabs on the ground were all affected by the aftermath of the all-out fight of the two top masters, and they were completely shattered into powder in an instant, overwhelmingly surging out, covering the surrounding vision into a piece of hard to see the five fingers.

The earth-shattering battle between Yuan Thirteen and King Zuowu is in the ascendant, and the side should see that some of the defected Imperial Forest Army has been reorganized into a team, plus the remnants of the Power Gang and the generals of the Zuowu Wang's palace, all of them joined forces, turned their heads, and rushed to the remaining part of the palace forbidden army that was still loyal to Zhao Gou and insisted on refusing to surrender. In this way, the trend of outnumbering is immediately reversed. Even with the Liuhe Qinglong and the Zhu Xiaoxiao of the Lost Heaven Alliance, Ren Cangsheng and the Three Saints of the Blood Parrot, they still retreated backwards and retreated directly to the Jinluan Palace. In just such a moment, everyone has already hung colors. Blood-drenched and shocking.

Whether it is the Liuhe Qinglong or the Three Saints of the Lost Sky, although its martial arts are strong, in this chaotic battle, most of the miraculous skills cannot be displayed. For example, Zhu Xiaojiao, she has good light skills, but there are people everywhere in the chaotic army, and there are swords, guns, bows and arrows everywhere, no matter how good her light skills are, how much room for maneuver can she have? Her bones, of course, are also a must. However, most of the enemies are wearing heavy armor, and ten percent of the palm power hits them, and what can work is only two or three percent at most, and the result is half the effort, how can it last for a long time?

For example, Lu Shuyi, the boss of Liuhe Qinglong, has nothing in the world that cannot be smashed, and the book in his hand is a unique magic weapon. But in this chaotic environment, this wrestling method or a book is almost useless. So he could only snatch the knife with his hand, except for the three moves such as horizontal slashing, vertical splitting and straight stabbing, there was no use for any other virtual and real things to lure the enemy.

Seeing that there were more and more enemies and the offensive was becoming more and more fierce, Liuhe Qinglong couldn't help but panic a little. Speaking from the heart, what kind of loyalty to the king's thoughts, they have no plan. is not like the thirteenth limit of Yuan, which has the confidence and dignity to be a master. In fact, if King Zuo Wu or Fang Ying looked at it at this time to make a statement, even if it was only a little bit of a mouthful, Liuhe Qinglong might have surrendered.