"Please also ask the prince to take the order!" Wang reminded him.

"No!" The white fox shouted, she looked around at the big men kneeling on the ground around her, her eyes were full of anger, "Is it me who has neglected you in the north, or are you wolf-hearted? Childe is the son of the Northland, how can he say that he will take it away. Where is the face of the Northland?"

Wang Ren glanced at the white fox and smiled sarcastically, "It seems that the Northland is really a barbaric place, with no distinction between respect and inferiority, and unclear education. Lu Xing, you still don't hurry up? Father won't want your life, at most ......."

"It's for protons at most, isn't it? You want to repeat the old things." Lu Xing snorted coldly, his eyes were red, and just one glance could make people fall into the hell of fire.

"Wang Ren, I tell you, this time is different. The Northland has changed, and so have I! You will tell Emperor Fenghe for me that this decree is contrary to the purpose of the Northland, and I will not be able to accept it."

Wang Ren's eyes froze, he rolled up the yellow silk in his hand and threw it to the ceremonial officer on the side. As he straightened his robe, he said, "The prince is still too naïve, thinking that you will bow down obediently. I have to know your character, Lu Xing, do you remember the last time you came to my mansion for a drink? I saw through you then, and you, the image of a stubborn child was painstakingly managed."

"So before I set off this time, I specially asked His Majesty to let the Great Confucian Jing Lu and Sword Cultivator Wang Cong accompany me, I was curious, Lu Shuang and Chu Chu are not in Xuejin City, who can stop them for you?"

"You, it's better to accept your fate. Wait, if Lu Shuang can live, maybe Your Majesty won't kill you."

At the mention of Lu Shuang, a nameless fire poured out of Lu Xing's heart, the Great Zhou Dynasty and the celestial people were openly and secretly hooking up, who knows if there was any calculation in the matter of the eldest sister's serious injury. Now Wang Ren dares to talk about the eldest sister, he really doesn't want to live!

The ancient temple and the jade cicada hung around the body, and there were fire patterns on the blade of the sword, and the silver light flashed so that people couldn't open their eyes.

Lu Xing said coldly: "I, Lu Xing, will never be arrested. If you want to be strong, you can try!" He still has a trace of confidence, the open fire and the divine fire have not yet fused, if he can synthesize the karmic fire at some cost, he may not have the strength to fight.

Wang Ren squinted his eyes and shouted, "Elder Wang Ge, General Ou, please two of you, quickly take Lu Xing."

Wang Juming looked at Lu Xing and politely spread out a hand, "The prince of the world should fight, since you don't want to be captured, then you can't avoid it."

Lu Xing scolded: "Wang Juming, you can't be guilty of hypocrisy, you know best what you want in your heart, if you want to deceive me Lu Xing, come here, my Beidi Lu surname, never afraid of war!"

"What nonsense to talk to him, you and I will work together to take him down." Ou Long rushed out from one side, the two wounds on his body had healed, and the force of his fist rushed towards Lu Xing.

Lu Xing gave a simple order to Xiao Yu and them, "You go to Grandma Fu, don't be hurt by the aftermath of the battle."

He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and in the face of Oulong's boxing moves, he did not retreat but advanced, and Oulong's fist was just fisted, and the boxing method was mixed, which was all immortal and true.

"The mind is immortal, and the destiny is difficult to bind." Lu Xing's boxing moves are extensive, with the appearance of Tai Chi, but there is a fierce fire, and a dragon groan can be faintly heard every time the true qi bursts out. After the fusion of the open fire and the immortal true qi, Lu Xing's immortal fist technique became more and more proficient, and there were already signs of great success, that is, it was not an exaggeration to call the last great master of boxing. Z.br>

"This kid, why is it getting more and more difficult. And what's going on with this punch? Even Lao Tzu can't get half a penny." The more Ou Long fights, the more restrained he becomes, this feeling is like the true intent of boxing has been suppressed, and it doesn't feel right to make any moves.

The more Lu Xing fought, the more comfortable he became, with the sound of thunderclaps all over his body, the meridians were wide, and the qi and blood were smooth, which was not inferior to the body of the martial artist on the top of the mountain. There were two more flying swords on the side, and after a long time of fighting, Ou Long fell behind.

"Lu Xing, you're too rampant!" Wang Juming decisively helped, the law phase heaven and earth condensed again, the formation under his feet took shape in an instant, the five thunder techniques of the righteous law, the thunder pool was quickly formed under the catalysis of the aura, and the continuous thunder slashed towards the land.

Lu Xing and Ou Long exchanged another punch, and with the help of his strength, he went to the sky, and shouted, "The king is famous, can he dare to fight in the sky?"

"Why don't you dare!" The king raised his name and stepped on the clouds, and followed the land to the sky.

Ou Long kicked the ground, rose to the sky, and rushed to the crown in anger, "Boy, it's not that there is no one in your eyes, Lao Tzu will let you understand what a mountain martial artist is."

Lu Xing split the thunder pool with a sword, and then scattered the incoming thunder with a few punches, he held the suspended jade cicada with his left hand, the white clothes were lined with flames, and the left and right swords sounded.

"Boy, today I will let you see the true strength of Lao Tzu!" Ou Long shouted, the void image of the avenue on the sky trembled, and a tiger-headed broadsword fell from the fiery ravine. Ou Long held the knife, and his fighting spirit was great, the fist method was just the foundation, and this tiger-headed big knife was the foundation of his avenue.

"There really isn't a simple one who can enter the Dao realm." Lu Xing muttered in his heart, his hands gushed out with true fire, and he raised his sword and headed towards Ou Long.

The speed of the two was extremely fast, and they collided together in an instant, and the blade of the sword in Lu Xing's hand grazed Ou Long's face, so close that he could hear Ou Long's breath, turned around and swung his sword, and the blade of his left hand slashed horizontally at Ou Long's throat.

Ou Long took a step back, and the two wounds on his body healed, and he would no longer force Lu Xing's sword. He threw the big knife to block, and after holding the blade of the sword, the strength of half of his body was pressed, and he wanted to force Lu Xing to withdraw the sword.

Lu Xing's right-hand sword will not be idle, as soon as the blade falls from the bottom up to Ou Long's throat, his left hand is naturally not comparable to Ou Long's strength, then let go of the sword, you must know that he is practicing swordsmanship, as long as it is within a hundred zhang of the body, the sword is not in the hand.

This sword is calculated, if Ou Long's horizontal knife is blocked, the jade cicada that escapes will stab Ou Long from behind.

Oulong is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and instead of retreating, the knife advances, and slashes towards the face door of the land line. The bloody nature of the martial artist is fully revealed, and when he really fights, every move and style is exchanged for life, without the slightest ambiguity.

Lu Xing's brows furrowed, and he had no choice but to put away his sword to block it, it was not that he was afraid of Ou Long, but there was Wang Juming watching from the side, if he exchanged injuries for injuries with Ou Long, it would be a loss-making business. He took advantage of Ou Long's falling sword qi to open the distance, and in an instant, the jade cicada turned around and stabbed at Wang Juming, Lu Xing was also in shape, Fang Cai's regression was a feint, and the real purpose was Wang Juming, who arranged the formation on the left.

Wang Juming was not afraid at all, the Dharma Phase, Heaven and Earth, with both palms together, and the huge Dharma Phase, emitted golden light, which was very similar to the color of the martial artist Vajra.

Lu Xing's sword stabbed on the law phase, but it couldn't be stored in the slightest, even if the two swords stabbed together, it only made the law phase golden body have a trace of cracks.

In the blink of an eye, Ou Long had already chased behind him, and the big sword that cut through the clouds and the wind slashed towards Lu Xing. Before the big sword fell, it was the condensed sword momentum that made Lu Xing's sword intent retreat a point. In terms of sword intent, Lu Xing can only play the level of the Great Grandmaster's perfection now, and it is easy to become a flaw in the real competition.

"Fuck." Lu Xing scolded, it is really difficult enough, it is really difficult to take care of one enemy and two, what about Chao Tao, where did the others go? Won't it really be destroyed by the king's name?

Wang Juming's formation has already taken shape, since the space here is blocked, there is no one who can't be split by four or five swords, Lu Xing can only retreat again and again, and follow Ou Long to fight guerrillas, every move can open the distance, but there is not much room left for him to retreat.

At the moment, on the ground.

Wang Ren glanced at the white fox and the others, his gaze froze when it fell on Wei Ying, he swallowed deeply and muttered softly: "No wonder Qi Mu and Lu Xing fought for their lives in Jiacheng, with the existence of such a red face and troubled water, it is me ......."

He said quietly, "Listen to my order, take down several handmaidens from Lu Xing, and bring them back to Kyoto together."

"No." The four accompanying soldiers stepped forward one after another, all of them were martial artists who had climbed the mountains, and they could be described as one in a thousand in the army.

Fu Mu's brows furrowed, and he said angrily, "Wang Ren, don't go too far. The old body is still here, I think who dares to touch them?"

The four soldiers didn't know Fu Mu, and they were about to behead the entire nonsense old woman when they pulled out their blades. Seeing that the blade was about to fall, Mo Yu raised his left foot, and his shadowless leg clattered four times, kicking the four mountain realm soldiers into the air.

Wang Ren looked sideways at Jing Lu and said, "Mr. Lao Fu has made a hand, and the student is here to thank you." Jing Lu is just a great Confucian, although Wang Ren is said to be the eighth prince, but his mother is a noble concubine, and he is favored by the emperor, so he doesn't have to be so polite.

Jing Lu naturally also noticed the national color and heavenly fragrance

Wei Ying glanced at Wang Ren suspiciously, he nunu lips, stepped forward, and said, "Fu Mu, for the sake of your deceased husband, I won't be rude with you, you will let him go."

He smiled kindly and said kindly, "Don't worry, we won't do anything to them. According to what the Eighth Prince said, we just took them back to the capital with Lu Xing. What's more, Lu Xing is alone, and many people are also many companions."

Fu Mu's face did not change, and he said coldly, "Are you worthy of mentioning my husband? You're just a coward! As I said, I am here today, and none of you are allowed to touch them."

Jing Lu's face froze, and his voice became a little heavier: "It seems that good words don't make sense."

As he spoke, he ignored Fu Mu and walked towards Xiao Yu and the others, Mo Yu stepped forward to stop him, but he was trapped by the heroic righteousness that Jing Lu waved out of his sleeves.

Fu Mu wanted to stop it, but under Jing Lu's suppression, she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Xiao Yu and the white fox pursed their lips, the heavy pressure on their shoulders made them tremble, and they were forced to bear the coercion of Confucianism without kneeling, their willpower was already the best among ordinary people.

"Mr. actually wants to take away the person I am, since it's me, don't embarrass Xiao Yu and the white fox-" Wei Ying raised her head, and the bangs on her forehead fell to the sides, revealing her alluring appearance.

Jing Lu looked at Wei Ying in some surprise, not because of her appearance, but because she was able to bear the coercion of Confucianism and speak indifferently, and then looked at her complexion, as if she was nothing.

"You, you have ...... in you"

Jing Lu's words were not finished, and even he was a little suspicious of his perception, could it be that it was really the legendary Wen Dao Stone. At this moment, greed arose in his heart, if he had the help of Wen Daoshi, he was afraid that he would have the opportunity to go to the next level in this life.