At the same time, there was a loud laughter: "Yang Zhenren, it's better not to be distracted when discussing with someone Zhang." ”

As soon as the words fell, there seemed to be a phantom figure floating in the long night sky, like a vast mountain range, lying in front of a figure, blocking the way.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, in the courtyard, at the moment when Cui Yan retreated, a white robe approached instantly.

Cui Yan's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, and with a snort, the 'Hehuan Fan' in his hand suddenly opened, and several swishing sounds sounded to break the air, and the fan was instantly disassembled, turned into a sharp arrow, and stabbed towards Xiahou Chun's throat.

Xiahou Chun's hand gradually turned green and suddenly fell, and a click sounded.

A series of broken fans scattered in all directions, and Cui Yan hurriedly threw out a magic sword again.

There was a thud.

The long sword in his hand shattered instantly, shooting out in all directions, but it still couldn't stop Xiahou Chun's rush to kill.

Cui Yan's frantic screaming stopped abruptly, and his eyes suddenly popped out.

A figure appeared in front of him, breathing heavily.

His face was bloodless, and seeing the long sword in Xiahou Chun's hand raised high, he shouted loudly:

"Surrender, Cui confesses!"

Xiahou Chun stood with his sword in his hand, looking at the smile that Cui Yan barely squeezed out under him, "Your Highness spares your life, I am willing to surrender." ”

With a bang, the sword light slashed down like a blue wave.

A terrible cry rang out: "No! My hand! ”

Xiahou Chun laughed and raised his sword again, "Didn't you dance quite arrogantly just now, you didn't even pay attention to the palace, are you going to heaven next?" ”

Wow, another sword slash.

"Ah!!!h

The tragic voice resounded throughout the Song Mansion.

Xiahou Chun's eyes were cold, and the sword body was raised again, "Crazy, continue to be crazy, why aren't you crazy now?" ”

"Also, what does it matter to me whether you surrender or not? Scold me, just beg for mercy, who the do you think you are? ”

At this moment, Cui Yan has had his hands and legs cut off, his expression was distorted, his face was hideous in pain, and his wailing sound was like a night owl, terrible and miserable.

"Spare me, Your Highness, spare me, please spare me, spare my dog's life."

Xiahou Chun's eyes were deep, and he sneered: "This palace said that if it wants to kill you, it must kill you, and no one can stop it!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the people inside and outside the house were shocked.

The real person, in particular, burst at an unprecedented speed.

His expression was terrifying, and he roared angrily: "Xiahou Chun! Don't you dare!! ”

At this time, the sword qi in the sky suddenly appeared, and there seemed to be infinite sword intent surging wildly.

After he forced back Zhang Xianming, the master of the Song Mansion, he also separated a real sword light.

Go straight to Xiahou Chun!

The sword qi was swift and came in the blink of an eye.

Murong Yanhua's face was pale, "Brother Shi! She directly flashed her delicate body, blocking between Xiahou Chun and the sword light, intending to die.

Tianxin changed color and cursed secretly: "Stupid! ”

Her body flashed and swept towards Xiahou Chun.

The corners of Zhizen's mouth twitched, and he sighed and shook his head.

But at this moment, there was a thud.

A middle-aged figure stood in front of Xiahou Chun's courtyard.

It was the middle-aged swordsman who had left earlier.

After the roar, the first thing that arrived in front of the swordsman was a sword light.

There was a snort, and it suddenly swept over.

A soft sound crossed the ears, and the ruined masonry in the courtyard was suspended and motionless.

The dazzling sword light flashed away, like a swimming dragon crossing by, and it was the roar of the beast king, roaring in the mountains and forests.

"The Shadow Sword, one of the spiritual treasures of Xuanzong, Qing Dan can kill real people! Today, I will use this sword to behead you, the prince! ”

An angry voice rang out in his mind.

The swordsman snorted coldly, "If you want to kill him, pass me first!" ”

Before the words fell, the dark light of cinnabar disappeared in an instant.

When that sword light arrived in front of Xiahou Chun, it was suddenly slashed.

Boom!

The swords collided with each other, and instead of being entangled as imagined, they were crushed with one blow.

But at this moment, the corner of Xiahou Chun's eyes jumped, and a snake head appeared in his chest, biting on Xiahou Chun's flesh.

As if to remind him.

I saw a chilling aura in front of me suddenly attacking.

Its momentum is as grand, thick and vast, as strong as mountains and rivers, although it cannot be compared with Xiao Hanchen, but it has also entered the flow of real people.

Within ten zhang, the real person is invincible.

This wise saying is regarded as a guideline by the military warriors and is highly respected!

And the fist that came into Xiahou Chun's eyes at this moment was enough to crush all flesh and blood.

Including Xiahou Chun.

Worst! Miscalculated!

This person is not a real person of the Daomen, but a martial artist!

The swordsman changed color, and his body suddenly burst out, and if he tried to stop it, he would kill him!

But it's still too late.

Even the cicadas didn't react.

But there is always someone faster than him.

That is Xiahou Chun.

He was calm, but in the eyes of others, he was sitting still.

Like the man who punched.

I saw that he was covered in dark color, and his fists, which had been sharpened into a powerful weapon by the star sand, were emitting blazing white light, wrapped in rolling momentum, and under Murong Yan's exclamation, the corners of Tianxin's eyes jumping, and the swordsman's scolding, he slammed into Xiahou Chun's body.

Bang!

Xiahou Chun flew out directly, hit the wall directly, and fell into the dust.

"Brother Shi!!"

Murong Yanxing's eyes were red, and he screamed sharply, and the Nanke Sword in his hand was glowing, like the water of time, with the attribute of time, and was stabbed by her.

With a loud snort, the sword body broke through the air like autumn water and disappeared from the eyes of people.

The burly middle-aged man's eyes were cold, "Look for death!" ”

His mountain-shaking fist shrank into his elbows and armpits, and without hesitation, he slammed forward.

The sword roared, and Nan Ke Jian flew back upside down and fell back into Murong Yan's hands.

But at this time, she had already taken out the ruler Su Bai Jin, and after catching the Nan Ke sword that had fallen back in a daze, Murong Yan couldn't help but feel distressed, and a trace of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes, daring to hurt her brother, even the King of Jin would die!

I saw her slender fingers raised, and the white brocade burst out, heading straight for the burly middle-aged man.

Yang Weijun's eyes were cold, and he shouted: "Crack! ”

He didn't punch, but he rolled up his robe, and the shadow sword that was the tip of the needle against Mai Mang was slashed in the air.

The white brocade glowed with blazing light, and after a moment of stalemate with the blade, the light instantly dimmed, and the spirituality was greatly lost, and with a snort, the satin white brocade was instantly split in two by the sharp shadow sword.

"Humph! If I don't teach you a lesson, I'll wait for mud! ”

A cold snort sounded, and Yang Weijun's figure suddenly burst out, his iron fist turned into a claw, and he grabbed towards Murong Yan's condensed neck.

It is conceivable that once Murong Yan's delicate neck is tightly clasped by this iron claw, her life and death will be in her thoughts.

Tianxin's eyebrows were sharp, and she had already been thrown out by the Tianxin Order she sacrificed in an instant, and smashed down towards Yang Weijun in the air.

Caught off guard, he immediately caught one, his forehead was instantly broken, and half of his face was scarlet blood, he stopped his figure, a trace of anger flashed on his face, and he said with a smile:

"Good, good! It has been more than ten years since this debut, and it is the first time that you have been injured by these ants, so I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to get out of Jinju today. ”

A sigh sounded, and the cicada dodged and swept to the side of Cui Yan, who was dying.

Yang Weijun's color changed, and he said sharply: "Look for death!" ”

He was furious, the Shadow Sword tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiahou Chun who fell into the rotten bricks, and said helplessly: "How long do you want to watch the play?" ”

Xiahou Chun glanced at him and said lightly: "Kill him quickly, there is a big enemy behind him!" ”

The corners of the cicada's mouth twitched, and he scolded secretly, following you, the bullshit prince, the master has been moldy for eight lifetimes.

As if guessing that the cicada was scolding him, Xiahou Chun smiled slightly, and said leisurely: "There are four hundred and eighty temples in northern Xinjiang, how many buildings are in the middle of the Yanzhong." ”

At the beginning of the peak of Qingliang Mountain, he made an agreement with Xiahou Chun to know the cicada, that is, as long as he helped Xiahou Chun win a county, he would contribute money and efforts to help Buddhism build a Buddhist temple.

Once Xiahou Chun completely controls the sixteen states of Yanyun, the cicada will establish nearly 500 temples in the states of the land of Youyan, which can be called the Buddha country of the Eastern Soil.

The corners of Xiahou Chun's mouth are hooked, first draw a big cake, and then talk about the Buddha's door, as for saying that he will be separated from the Buddha's appearance in the future, the two look at each other or part ways, that is a matter for later consideration.

Hearing this, his eyes gradually showed a look of hope, licked his dry lips, full of shining colors, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, damn, for the great cause of Buddhism, the master fought hard.

As long as this real person is killed, the road to the north will be much smoother in the future.

Xiahou Chun's eyes turned and fell on Cui Yan, who was 'resurrected from the dead', and his figure flickered, and he swept to his side.

"Bastard! You dare!! A violent roar came, as if sensing that Cui Yan was in danger, the burly middle-aged man's aura skyrocketed, and he frantically killed this side.

It's a pity that the cicada sighed faintly, and took out a scepter from the bag on his waist.

The scepter is gilded throughout, with two rings on it, and between the shakes, it clangs, as if there is a sound of soul-swinging, which makes people subconsciously have a sense of compassion.

Yang Weijun's face changed slightly, and he whispered, "Are you from the Floating Sky Temple?" ”

The cicada blinked her bright and clear eyes, and denied it righteously: "No, I'm not!" ”

Yang Weijun's face sank, tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said sharply: "Get out of the way!" If you don't get out of the way, even if you are a monk of the Floating Sky Temple, you will die! ”

"Ahh

Cui Yan dragged his broken leg and retreated frantically, looking desperate and remorseful, he knew that Xiahou Chun was so ruthless and provoked him to do something.

"Stop! Xiahou Chun, if you kill this son, the Nine Great Clans will definitely fight with you endlessly! ”

Seeing that he was blocked by the cicada and could not be rescued, Yang Weijun actually threatened in public.

Xiahou Chun paused, his eyes were flat, he turned his head to look at Yang Weijun, and said lightly: "If you provoke this palace, I dare to kill Xiao Mei and Xiao Yuanzheng, what is a little nine surnamed Xuan?" ”

Cui Yan, who was using Cui's unique secret method to heal and splice his limbs, turned pale with a pale face, at this moment, he was not dead and on the contrary, at this moment, his desire to survive was stronger than ever.

The panic and horror in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and he once again felt the crisis of life and death, and said hoarsely:

"His Royal Highness the Prince, all this was done by Song Zhao at the behest of Cui, and I am willing to say everything to help you ........."

Before the words fell, there was a click.

The sword groaned, and Qingmang suddenly slashed down.

Suddenly, blood splattered, and the exclamation stopped abruptly.

The young handsome man of the Cui family had already separated his body and fell to the ground without seeing it.

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

Yang Weijun was no longer crazy, the angry expression on his face gradually converged, and he looked at Xiahou Chunhou deeply, his eyes were complicated and mixed.

In his eyes, there was a faint fear.

Ruthless and decisive, this son's ambition has begun to take shape.

He regretted a little, he shouldn't have gotten into this troubled water.

He took a deep breath and looked at Xiahou Chun deeply: "You have caused a big disaster." ”

Xiahou Chun waved the mountain and wiped it on Cui Yan's corpse, and after wiping the blood stains away, he said softly, "Disaster? Do you mean Choi's revenge? ”

Seeing his indifferent attitude, a trace of gloom flashed in Yang Weijun's eyes, and he said coldly: "If you are wise, you should be arrested, and follow me to the Cui family to apologize, maybe the old lady will spare your life in the name of you as the prince, otherwise it will ........." ”

Xiahou Chun seemed to smile, "Otherwise, what would happen?" ”

Yang Weijun stared at him and said word by word: "Otherwise, you will be jointly hunted down by the nine great clans!" ”

"Even if you are the crown prince, you will die without a place to be buried!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere froze a little.

But Yang Weijun didn't realize it, his posture was high, his sleeve robe was flicked, and he was happy for a week, seeing the coldness and anger in Murong Yanxing's eyes, and also seeing the mockery and ridicule in Tianxin's cold eyes.

He suddenly felt in his heart, as if he sensed that something was wrong, and turned his head to Xiahou Chun and threw a sentence, "That's all I say, since you are stubborn and insist on killing yourself, then don't blame me for not warning you in advance." ”

After saying that, he shook off his sleeve robe, and he was about to fly away.

"Wait!"

Yang Weijun's heart was slightly relieved, his face softened, and he turned his head with a straight face: "What, have you figured it out?" ”

Xiahou Chun tapped the sword lightly, made a crisp sound, and grinned at the other party: "You are leaving, have you asked the opinion of the palace?" ”

As soon as these words fell, the figure in front of him flickered, and the smiling bald monk blocked his way again.

Yang Weijun felt a sigh in his heart, Huo Ran turned around, there seemed to be disbelief in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "What, you still want to kill me?" ”

Xiahou Chun raised his head, the smile on his face gradually converged, and his eyes were indifferent and ruthless, "Wrong, it's to clean up the portal!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Weijun's face changed wildly.