Kariya Castle.

Dressed in a cyan robe, the lord of the Mizuno Pavilion with a vicissitudes of life, Shui Nobuyuan, looked at the few uninvited guests in front of him with an unkind expression.

The young man at the head is extremely handsome, but there is no lack of heroism in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and several young boys and girls behind him are also bright-eyed and extraordinary, and they are by no means ordinary.

He didn't want to meet them, but the Shrine army was already overwhelmed like lightning.

The headquarters of the Three Rivers Sword Sect in Xiangyang City had just recovered from the commotion, and reinforcements would definitely not come too soon. With the defense of the city, it may not be difficult to hold out until the reinforcements arrive and repel the enemy, but if the territory is burned to pieces, the losses will have to be borne by Shui Xinyuan himself.

Shui Xinyuan doesn't like Shentang, and he doesn't like Su Mengzhen.

But he had to admit that the beauty of the young man standing in front of him was indeed the only one he had ever seen in his life. His nephew Li Xun inherited all of his sister's beauty, and he was already beautiful, but Wu Feng, the heir of this temple, was slightly better.

Wu Feng leisurely looked out of the door, there was a big tripod in the courtyard, which was filled with water and steaming.

The underside of the tripod is not only covered with charcoal fire, the flames are blazing, but also the purple sun gold essence and the blazing gold essence are baked in it, making the flames turn into colorful colors, hiding the power of the fire.

Even if the master of Zhengtian is thrown in it and cooked, he can still cook a rotten meat and bones.

Of course, this was prepared for them by Shui Xinyuan, and if Wu Feng's lobbying failed, he would be thrown into the Dingli.

On both sides of the bluestone road outside the hall and on the hall, there are a large number of armor soldiers holding swords and Taoists in feather robes standing solemnly, murderous.

Before Shui Xinyuan could speak, Wu Feng was already smiling lazily, and said very casually: "The eldest husband is not born to eat, and he is dead to cook nine." A mouthful of tripods is still a little less. ”

He looked at Luo Tingyu on the side: "Dog, are you right?"

Luo Tingyu replied tacitly: "The boss is right. ”

Xue Xiyan's same-sex partner, the little goblin Qi Qi also looked at Wu Feng, and her beautiful eyes were shining.

Shui Xinyuan's lips moved faintly, and then he exhaled and said, "Young Master Wu Feng, please take a seat." ”

Wu Feng sat down opposite Shui Xinyuan with a golden sword, while Luo Tingyu and a few others stood aside.

The maid brought tea and was about to retreat, but Wu Feng looked at the maid and said with a smile: "It's better to replace tea with wine." ”

As he spoke, he also aimed at the maid's towering breasts, consciously or unconsciously.

This free and easy spirit, as if he regarded this place as his own home.

Shui Xinyuan felt slightly unhappy.

The wild boy of this temple is really as rude as rumored.

But he still asked the maid to change a jar of flowers to carve it.

Wu Feng poured himself a sea bowl, rolled up his sleeves, and poured wine into his mouth in a big gulp, drinking extremely happily, but not a single drop leaked out.

He also looked at Shui Xinyuan on the other side.

Shui Xinyuan should be less than forty years old now, much younger than Su Mengzhen. But his face was already five points old, and his forehead was covered with shallow wrinkles.

His eyes were still bright, but there was a look of suspicion hidden in the depths.

After the death of Shui Xinyuan's father, Shui Zhongzheng, Shui Xinyuan reformed the finances and greatly developed the salt and iron industry, making a lot of profits. With the profits obtained, the rally was held, the people were called to drink, and tens of thousands of fireworks were set off, and the fire was beautiful, and it was evaluated by the people as: that is, the commercial giant city on the Silk Road in the Western Regions - the gun city, could not see this scene.

Therefore, in the Central Plains, Shui Xinyuan has a very good evaluation.

But when Wu Feng saw it today, he was sure that this person's strength and courage were not insignificant.

The saint hangs his clothes and rules the world. And not long after Shui Xinyuan succeeded to the throne, he just governed the small Mizuno territory, which made him look so old.

"You have come here to persuade you to surrender. But before the army was exchanged, he betrayed the three rivers, and the water someone really couldn't do it. Shui Xinyuan's eyes flickered.

His expression suddenly turned cold: "If I kill you, Su Mengzhen will be furious." Then tie you up and go to Xiangyang, and the heir of the Sanhe Youshen Hall as a hostage, you can make Su Mengzhen withdraw from the army and dare not come again. ”

Hearing this, Wu Feng drained the wine from the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"I'm called the heir in the shrine, but I'm actually a wild boy who is hated by everyone. The matter of the Divine Hall is not entirely up to the hands of the Master, and there are too many people who want me to die. If you take me hostage, most of the people in the temple will demand a fierce attack. At that time, Wu Feng died and died, and the fortress of the Mizuno Pavilion, and even the manor fields, I am afraid that they will turn into a wilderness. ”

Shui Xinyuan was stunned when he heard Wu Feng calling himself a wild boy.

Now the strength of the entire Three Rivers Sword Sect is not comparable to the Divine Hall, let alone a small Mizuno Pavilion. If it doesn't cost anything, the temple does have the ability to completely destroy the entire Mizuno Domain.

As Wu Feng said, there is really no difference between killing Wu Feng and taking Wu Feng as a hostage.

Without waiting for Shui Xinyuan to speak, Wu Feng looked at him again and asked, "What is the purpose of the Water Pavilion Master following the Li family?

His words were as sharp as lightning, and he said categorically: "Li Qing snatched the mother of the water pavilion owner, and Li Zhong took away your sister's sister, such a great shame, is it bearable, which is unbearable?"

Shui Xinyuan's complexion changed drastically.

This is exactly the pain in his heart.

The mother was forced to divorce her father by Li Qing and became Li Qing's stepfamily, and the wife's chastity was defiled. And the father turned out to be an enemy and married his sister to the enemy's son.

Since he was a child, Shui Xinyuan has had a wonderful affection for his sister, who is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky, and although it does not involve the flesh, it contains a strong desire for control.

And it was the son of the man who insulted his mother who took her away!

For a while, the guards at the door drew their weapons and roared: "Bold!"

This is the biggest scar of the Shui family, but it was uncovered so directly by Wu Feng, and it was drenched in blood.

Shui Xinyuan's lips moved, but he waved his hand violently, stopping the guards who wanted to act.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, this is the biggest hatred in my life. ”

"My father is loyal to the Li family, and he can accept it, but marrying my sister to that bastard Li Zhong, I Shui Xinyuan can't understand it anyway!

Shui Xinyuan let out a low roar in his throat, and his hands were pressed on the case, and the cyan blood veins were beating faintly.

Luo Tingyu's eyes faintly fell on Wu Feng, showing a "boss is awesome" look.

But Shui Xinyuan slammed the table.

"However, the old man is very wrong, and he has a good saying: If you are together, you will live, and if you are divided, you will die!"

"The Mizuno Pavilion is part of the Three Rivers Sword Sect, and among the Three Rivers Sword Sect, only the Li family has the ability to provoke the pillars of the Three Rivers Sword Sect. If I help you annihilate the Li family, the entire Three Rivers Sword Sect will also perish because of it, and the Shui family, which has lost its use value, will be left with no scum!"

Shui Xinyuan gasped and said, "Wu Feng, if I kill you, Su Mengzhen will definitely be furious, storm the Mizuno Pavilion at all costs, and slaughter the troops. Such a strong attack will cause a lot of losses to the Divine Hall, and it will also provoke the people to resist, and even make the Three Rivers Sword Sect unite as one to resist the invasion of the Divine Hall. ”

"And there are many people in the Mizuno family, even if the Mizuno Pavilion is destroyed, there is hope for rebuilding after all. I will use this to express my loyalty, not to the Li family, but to the entire Sanhe Sword Sect! Even if I gamble on the flesh and blood of our family and even the people in the Mizuno Domain, I will die a well-deserved death!"

He shouted, "Come on, take it!"

The guards received the order and swooped into the inner hall, and several flying swords shot up in the sky.

But at this time, Wu Feng had already turned his eyes.

"Dog, do it!"

Luo Tingyu pulled out his spear out of nowhere, volleyed in the air, and shot down several flying swords.

Qi Qi waved his jade palm and unleashed the secret technique of the demon clan, and in an instant, a long rain of flowers suddenly floated in the void, crystal clear, overflowing with colorful streamers, like a dream.

The dancing flying flowers blocked several of the guards, preventing them from attacking.

The other boys, each with their swords, fought fiercely with the guards, and were outnumbered, and they were all fearless.

On the grassland, they had already followed Wu Feng in countless life-and-death battles.

Luo Tingyu let out a long roar like a lone wolf, and with one shot, he smashed a flying sword that flew in in two, and picked it into the Taoist priest's chest, tearing him in half.

But another flying sword had already stabbed him in the thigh, and in an instant it was dripping with blood.

Luo Tingyu didn't exhale pain at all, grabbed the flying sword and crushed it with palm power, and smashed into the enemy group with a spear, and was extremely brave!

"Six snowflakes, five plum blossoms!" Luo Tingyu raised his voice, the guns trembled like plum snow in the sky, but it was murderous, filling the heavens and the earth, and everywhere he passed, a piece of flesh and blood was splashed.

But after all, there were too many enemies, and under the fierce battle, Luo Tingyu and several other teenagers were seriously injured!

Desperate.

Wu Feng took out his long sword and swooped towards Shui Xinyuan.

Shui Xin Yuan took off his sword, but instead of attacking, he flew in a circle in the air with his sword.

A warrior in the Zhenye realm can't fly, but a cultivator in the same realm can't do anything at all.

Wu Feng walked around the room, but he couldn't catch up with him, and he couldn't find a chance to stab.

Seeing that Luo Tingyu and the others were covered in blood, and they were about to lose their hold, but they still had an incomparably brave look, Wu Feng felt a pain in his heart.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue violently, urging his true qi with severe pain. This is the heart-urging technique left by Wu Zu in the "Martial Classics", which induces the meridians and forcibly stimulates physical strength.

At the same time, Wu Feng was behind him.

Wu Feng stepped on the heavenly steps, soaring into the air like a golden thunderbolt, and his sword momentum was like a rainbow.

Shui Xinyuan only thought that Wu Feng wanted to hold him hostage, but he never thought that this sword was really full of murderous energy, and he wanted to cut him into two pieces, and hurriedly sacrificed the flying sword to meet him.

Wu Feng swept up with his left palm, blocking the flying sword, and the sword stabbed straight up.

In an instant, Shui Xinyuan felt a strong force stuck in his neck, and he was pulled down by the volley.

His neck was cold, and it had been embedded by Wu Feng's sword, which hurt his flesh and skin, while Wu Feng's left palm was cut by Shui Xinyuan's flying sword, and the injury was deep to the bone.

At this time, Luo Tingyu and the others were about to die, but the guards all saw that the hall owner was being controlled by Wu Feng, and they all had to stop.

Wu Feng didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and said with a bright smile: "The water pavilion master is too anxious, and he will shout and kill before I finish speaking." Now we can finally have a good talk. Does the pavilion owner really think that following the Li family will save Mizuno?"

Shui Xinyuan's lips trembled, and then he said: "The Divine Hall is strong, and the three rivers are weak." Even if Li Zhong has ill intentions and wants to annihilate us to achieve centralized power, he does not have the strength. Su Mengzhen is completely different. ”

Wu Feng laughed: "What if I say that the reason why the Shentang attacked Sanhe was to save Sanhe, and that Shentang and Sanhe were originally grasshoppers on the same line, what should I do?"

Shui Xinyuan's expression changed drastically.

After a while, his lips twitched: "You mean...... Shenxiao Dao?"