Even with the blessing of the brain-dead aura that gathered the lives and souls of many high-level boxers, Long Aotian's "Fantasy Fist Against the Sky" failed to shake Mr. Demon Heart in the slightest, but only caused the sand on the soles of her feet to fly, exploding into tiny nine-edged ice flowers in the air. Long Aotian punched out, but it didn't work, but he didn't panic, and slowly retreated with a chuckle.

Mr. Demonheart's hand trembled imperceptibly, as if he wanted to throw a hidden weapon, but he didn't act. At this time, he was still pressed by the military momentum of Jianzhou Nu'er, and he could barely move, and the disciples behind him had long been prostrate on the ground.

He didn't have the energy to care about the six soft-boned disciples now, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at Long Aotian, and the expression on his face quickly switched between grievance and viciousness: "Lord Long, come down to participate in the White Dragon List, with great sincerity, I am willing to defend one side for the imperial court and pay the New Year's coins." When the Korean held the White Dragon Bang Martial Arts Competition, it was clearly written in the holy decree: All participants, regardless of background, are regarded as surrenders, and the imperial court is willing to ask Danshu Iron Scroll to be crowned as princely generals. I didn't dare to ask for the title of marquis, but I was willing to be the head of the patrol battalion. I came here with sincerity, but Lord Long wants to humiliate us here?!

"That's what I said. Long Aotian said: "However, there is another edict from the Holy Lord: Anyone who holds a holy weapon will be killed." At that time, the saint repeatedly emphasized that it must be a real holy weapon to be able to meet this article, and those so-called holy relics of the sect are not counted, so that the number of people who need to deal with it is 3 to 4 people, after all, although the world is big, how many holy weapons can really affect the general trend of the world? Counting your royal majesty, there are only three that can be named. ”

"But I heard that there is more than one holy weapon stored in the Civilization Temple or the Xuantian Pavilion, and even in the Golden Sword Gate!"

"Let's not talk about those sects, whether they are still there now, even if they are, their anger is just a very high-quality light intensity, how can they influence the fortune of the world! Originally, the puppet sect should have a holy weapon that affects the fortune of the world, but with the advent of the great god, the entire mountain gate of the puppet sect sank into the submarine volcano and was completely destroyed, and it didn't matter whether they were angry or not. If you want this seat to say, Lord Tian, you can really be said to have made a mistake knowingly, and the new edict of the Holy One was issued 9 days ago, and you said that you don't know, so you can't say it?"

Long Aotian retreated as he spoke, he had no idea of fighting hard with Mr. Demon Heart at all, Mr. Demon Heart's hand was raised a few times, and then put it down, there was no hidden weapon from beginning to end, he knew that no matter how hard he struggled at this moment, it was useless, no matter how strong his force was, no matter how good the secret weapon was called, he couldn't break through the military formation of the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry with his own strength, looking at the bright bayonet on the gun, looking at the cold ice on the edge of the bayonet, Mr. Demon Heart had already been overwhelmed by despair.

The irretrievable despair finally bent his knees, forcing him to fall to his knees with a plop and be with his disciples:

"The grass people are willing to offer the entire Black Mountain Villa, then you have countless treasures, the scenery is also beautiful, and it is a treasure of feng shui, and the grass people also have the secret books and secret medicines that the Demon Wei Pavilion has treasured for many years, and the secret medicine ......"

"Are there any antiques from the Third Dynasty?" asked Long Aotian with a smile.

"Yes, yes, so much!" After Mr. Demon Heart, or Tian Wanzai knelt down, he completely put aside the so-called dignity and the unusable royal majesty, and humbly curryed favor like a reptile Long Aotian: "If the adult wants to ......"

"How can I afford these things, I'm just asking for the emperor. What's more, now that the emperor really owns the world, these things should belong to him. ”

"Yes, yes, Lord Ryu is right—"

"Yes, even if you sacrifice these, you will still be unable to escape death in the end, everything you said, the emperor will naturally have a way to find it slowly in the future, and the emperor can find the divine right of the thirteen remnants through other methods, not to mention your little thing. The first platoon listens to the order, the target is Tian Wanzai, and the free fire is free!"

Long Aotian's words made Tian Wanzai froze, he looked at the smiling Long Aotian in a daze, he didn't understand how he could be so capricious, he was sure that at that moment just now, Long Aotian's tone, demeanor, and rhetoric were basically the same as the performance of the imperial court in the teaching when he intended to recruit An, he was sure that just for a moment, Long Aotian was tempted and really wanted to recruit him into his command!

He didn't understand why God was capricious. He still thinks that there is no need, there are countless treasures in the Black Mountain Villa, and he Tian Wanzai himself is a good thug and magic master, and if he accepts the imperial court's recruitment, the imperial court will be able to give up a great help out of thin air, and he himself has a reason to completely give up the illusion of the unrealistic world and spend the rest of his life in peace. Tian Wanzai is not a fool, he did not believe that the restoration of the Third Dynasty could succeed from the beginning, and all his betrayal and all his crimes are actually doing one thing: to worship the majesty of the king.

The Hallows not only eats flesh and blood, but also needs various other things to feed, and in order to fully feed this Hallows Artifact, he has to raise the banner of the restoration of the dynasty.

Now, the king's prestige has been suppressed by its juniors, Tian Wanzai can really get rid of it, he has already thought of a way out, even if Long Aotian is only temporarily Zhao'an, he has enough ability to escape from the forbidden place or the prison of the criminal department, escape into the deep mountains and old forests to retreat and hibernate, and spend the rest of his life smoothly, after all, he is not as incompetent as Uncle Zhao Guang.

But he didn't expect that Long Aotian would be so faceless and disregard the great benefits he promised, and he would be determined to execute him. This shouldn't be, it's not right, according to the historical experience of the past thousand years, any emperor in the face of the rebels who intend to surrender, will find a way to appease, at least temporarily, and then slowly calculate, Zhao'an shows the benevolence of the emperors, and the effect of buying horse bones with thousands of gold, it can be said that it can be counted in one fell swoop, even Nannuo will be such a strong and mean emperor in the future, and he also wants to pass the White Dragon List Contest Zhao'an The bandits from all walks of life in the world are ringing horses, he Tian Wanzai is a real remnant of the previous dynasty, the emperor and noble, and the capable person of the real blessing side, compared to those untouchables, how can he not be recruited？

Before he could ask the doubts in his heart, the gun roared, and the battle stream turned into water-cooled projectiles, which sprayed out in a blue mist, penetrating the ice armor that Tian Wanzai instinctively condensed, penetrating his well-maintained skin, penetrating his muscles, internal organs, another layer of skin and another layer of ice armor, flying out of the body, and finally shattering on the ice shield erected by the cavalry at some point.

The water-cooled gun fully shows that the slaves in Jianzhou have not mastered the real firearms production process, and the hand-pulled bolted rifle is just the appearance, and the weapons of the cavalry are still the "black form" of the war spirit.

The divine power turned into water, the divine soldiers died, and the divine soldiers that originally existed in the world in large quantities are now only left with light weapons and holy weapons, the light weapons are the holy relics of the sect, the holy weapons are the treasures of the country, and other things, the black form of the war soul can be solved, and there is no room for the forging master to play.

Long Aotian chuckled and watched Tian Wanzai slowly fall, with only charity-like pity in his eyes: "Tian Wanzai, Tian Wanzai, do you know why the Third Dynasty will never recover? The answer lies in these guns, everything in the Third Dynasty is outdated, even if you can gather the iron army of the Third Dynasty, how many chariots and how many foot soldiers can you comprehend the water-cooled projectiles of the great imperial court?

The moment his words fell, Tian Wanzai spurted out the last mouthful of blood and swallowed his last breath.

This is the life of the craziest regent in the world today, and this is the end of a poor boxer who was forced to carry the dreams of the previous dynasty. Tian Wanzai's death, compared to Xu Mengli's heroic death, seems too bland, too cowardly, and too shabby, but this is the final judgment of ruthless fate for this reincarnator. The former head of the Mowei Pavilion, even considered by Moweig to be a once-in-a-millennium genius, the rising star of the sect, when he died of anger and the coffin was closed, he could only bear the title of a traitor, a traitor, an incompetent, a surrendered rat and the stupidest decision-maker in the world, and fell in the center of the long street without any image, and fell to the ridicule of countless Jianzhou iron knights, and his heart stopped beating miserably. He died, and the disciple behind him was not spared, he was beaten into a sieve by the water-cold bullet, and the blood flowed out of his body, forming a thick layer of frost. In the sun, which was gradually sinking westward, it gave off a dirty color that was half red and half yellow, almost like someone's vomit. Long Aotian looked away, waved his hand very casually, the army was scattered, the banner was encouraged, and the extremely powerful Jianzhou Iron Cavalry Division returned to the dynasty, even if the cavalry did not speak, the people of the whole city also felt a triumphant momentum.

At the same time, Sang Tianliang, who had been carried to a temporary pergola somewhere to rest, stood up with a sigh of relief, and the rolled human skin was not used, because the Chosen Spear he cast in the ice mist was someone else's spine prepared in advance.

Secret Heavenly Chosen Forbidden Technique Sacrifice, this is Sang Tianliang's last resort, and it is also the supreme achievement of him, the head of the Demon Pavilion, who combines the classics of the Demon Pavilion, the bloodline secret technique and the Heavenly Change, so far, except for the head of the Demon Pavilion, there is no second person in the world who can do this.

He used the tragic Chosen Spear to enhance the popularity of the Demon Pavilion, and ruined the reputation of the Black Mountain Villa, but in fact, she didn't pay anything, at least not with her life, let alone take any risks. Everything is a scam that he carefully calculated, whether it is Long Aotian or the future of Nano behind Long Aotian, they have been deceived by his trick.

Everything he did from the shot to the time he fell was just a show. He didn't go through the severe pain of pulling out his spine, he didn't feel the horror of the war spirit invading his mind, and even the whole body was fake, but such a performance made him win the sympathy of the world. This kind of sympathy can help him win the reputation of the world's number one master.

Now, he is really canonized by Nano in the future, the number one master in the world, looking around with swords, and the heroes are tied up, Sang Tianliang only feels satisfied, not lonely.

He wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times, but he seemed to think that this was a bit too ostentatious, so he couldn't help but ask Feng Yuanyuan, who was waiting on the side:

"Hasn't Liang Yunfeng come back yet?"

"Nope. I heard that the ring of the world's number one young master has not been withdrawn. ”

"How's it going?"

"This ......" Feng Changyuan hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully: "The situation is not optimistic, because the ring is in the restaurant, and the restaurant is sealed by Chongfeidu's means, and the news inside cannot be transmitted." ”

"Then how can it be done? If Tian Wanzai is subdued, Chong Feidu will also have to be subdued! You hurry up and find someone, find a few people to rush into the restaurant to see the situation, and if not, hand it over to Chong Feidu to kill first. ”

"Yes. Feng Yuanyuan retreated.

Sang Tianliang looked at his departing back and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything.

"Forget it, don't worry, the remnants of the Demon Wei Pavilion in Yinchen's hand are not in a hurry to gather it at this time, and eat the Black Mountain Villa first...... This seat is not rare for the Third Dynasty, nor does it like the title of the world's number one master, what this seat wants is just a real and real head of the Demon Pavilion!

【Restaurant】

The moment the silver dust followed the killing intent in, the door behind him closed silently. The silver-haired boy vaguely remembered that the restaurant was a hall, there were many small square tables of cedar wood, there were 4 to 6 benches around the table, the counter was in a far corner of the hall, the cedar countertop was as high as his chest, and behind the counter stood a lean shopkeeper who exuded the prestige of the official, and on the wine cabinet behind the shopkeeper, the fine porcelain wine jars of the Central Plains and the glass wine bottles of the West were mixed and placed together, which was very interesting. The silver-haired boy could even recall that the lean shopkeeper was dressed in a purple robe, with a triple embroidery on the collar and cuffs, and was very delicate, and the daughter of a rich man who went to the country dressed in class.

This is what this restaurant should look like, and at this moment, the darkness in front of me and the clean and bright scene in my mind are completely incorrect. The moment the door closed behind him, you may still have only complete darkness in front of you, through spatial perception, he knew that at least 20 steps ahead, there was no one, the cedar wood tables and chairs were neat and clean, but the vinegar bottles, salt bowls and chopsticks on the table were gone, leaving only a silent and smooth tabletop. In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, there seemed to be a few vague footsteps and whispers, which made the hall less silent and permeating, but the silver-haired boy always felt that there was some kind of lively atmosphere that should have been living here, and now the thief went to hollow out.

Behind the Sakura Boy, the sound of swords clashing sounded a little surprised. He wasn't surprised that the person who exuded killing intent would close the door, his eyes hadn't yet adapted to the small window of time in the darkness, and he wasn't surprised that the opponent would take advantage of the vigilance generated by the darkness in front of him to quickly retreat towards the door, so he chose to rush from behind him, he was just surprised that this person was still using a sword.

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