The first beauty of Drunken Dream Building, I don't know what color it is, it can be so crazy by people, I don't know how it compares to those famous ladies and Qinglou Oiran on Zhihuai?

In the night, a man in black jumped like a fly, rampant in Daliang City.

"Here we are." The man in black jumped from a tall building and landed steadily into another street, where a row of two-story buildings appeared in front of him, one of which had a small flag in front of the door, which was the symbol of the inn today.

A hideous smile appeared on a face hidden under the face towel, and in a flash, the person had come to the inn from the middle of the street, and then jumped to the roof, stepping on the green tiles, but without the slightest sound.

"Here it is." The man in black was about to break through the roof, and a cold air suddenly broke through the roof, and the man in black dodged back, the biting cold air had covered the green tiles at his feet with a layer of white frost.

"This is the kind of boxing technique that condenses the momentum of wind and frost? Very good. The man in black smiled when he looked at the target who had come to the roof, but in the midst of the laughter, it was an incomparably sharp sword aura.

The blood-red sword qi looked extremely eye-catching in the moonlight, and Yang Ming shook the sword qi with a fist, and there was already an extra white mark on his fist.

"Sure enough, I'm the better guy." The man in black, who had obtained a satisfactory result for the first time, swung his long sword and stabbed at Yang Ming, and the cold sword moves flowed endlessly like Huai Shui, and the sword momentum was endless, this was his swordsmanship.

He was born on the shore of Huaishui, since he was a child in the Huaishui to seek a living, when he was a teenager, martial arts did not succeed, to make a living by the means of water thieves, when he was young, martial arts were slightly successful, then he went ashore and mixed in the underworld on both sides of the Huaishui, until middle age, martial arts finally became a great success, began to crisscross the Huai region, up to the Zhumen clan, down to the ordinary people, all of them were terrified of him.

In those years of killing, his martial arts have melted into the shadow of Huaishui, the swordsmanship is dense, the sword momentum is endless, people fall into it as if they are deep in Huaishui, there is no way to go to the sky, there is no way to enter the ground, there is only a dead end.

Today, his swordsmanship is better than in the past, because in his swordsmanship, there is an extra layer of fire, called the flame of desire, when the two of them fight, the roof is broken by the vertical and horizontal sword energy, fist strength, he has seen the person in the room, a beauty who has captivated the country and the city, and this beauty is about to belong to him.

But as time passed, his expression became solemn, because he found that although his swordsmanship had reached its peak, the other party was like the frost in late autumn, allowing Huaishui to never return, but after all, he was never able to resist the invasion of frost.

"The swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately, you didn't come at the right time." Yang Ming saw that the time was almost up, and with the light body technique of the Wind God's legs, a flash appeared behind the man in black, and when he didn't have time to change the sword momentum, he swung his fist and fell to the back of his heart.

Where the fist wind passed, the diffuse breath of wind and frost rotated wildly, it was the fourth type of frost and snow of the Tianshuang Fist, the strength of the fist belt twisting, the force penetrated the human bones, and the muscles and bones of the middle were decided, which was the fist method of Li Jing's special restraint of the army's body refining technique.

With a muffled sound, the man in black was directly covered in broken muscles and bones, and in the next moment, he really heard the sound of his muscles and bones breaking, how could it be? The man in black, whose body and soul were hit hard at the same time, swung his sword and stabbed behind him from under the ribs, and at the same time flew away into the night, Yang Ming, who avoided the blade, just stood on the roof, looking at the direction of the man in black's escape, without the slightest intention of pursuing.

The man in black endured the actions behind him, the black face towel was already stained with blood, he knew that he was not only injured in the muscles and bones, but also in the internal organs, and the man's martial arts were inevitably too strong.

Especially the last blow, its speed is so fast, like a ghost, it is impossible to guard, if there is a next time, I will definitely not rush to attack, in that way, defense is the best way.

But who would have thought that a person who is proficient in boxing would have an even more terrifying body.

The man in black kept thinking back to Fang Cai's battle, and realized that he had made a mistake from the beginning, and that it was the beautiful woman who had blinded him.

When I recover from my injuries, I will invite three or five friends, and I will definitely avenge today's revenge.

However, his figure suddenly stopped, and looked at the dark street with a solemn face, where there was a slight sound of footsteps.

"Congratulations to the master on his victory." In the room with a big hole in the top, a 'startled salamander' in an apricot yellow dress and blue underwear smiled at Yang Ming, her smile was very beautiful, and it was also from the heart, and the two rows of white teeth exposed because of her smile made her smile look extremely sincere.

Such a smile is beautiful and sincere, but it shouldn't be on the salamander, but what is the case now? What exactly is the reason?

Just because this 'startled salamander' is not the other startled salamander, it looks like a startled salamander, but the heart is still the heart of a parrot.

"It's still early, it's just a start, and there's a lot more to come." Yang Ming said.

"Next, it's the hostess who kills." The parrot said.

The drunken dream building at night is still brightly lit, and the owner of the drunken dream building who deliberately left a room for himself during the construction of the drunken dream building has a panoramic view of the entire drunken dream building through the window.

Looking at the world he created, the boss of the Drunken Dream Building couldn't help but show a smug smile.

I've been sitting here for more than thirty years, and my opponents have become rotting bones in the dirt. The boss of the Drunken Dream Building thought about it and became more and more complacent.

Drunken Dream Tower is his legend.

However, his legacy will come to an end today.

Suddenly, a sturdy figure broke through the window, tight leather armor, silver-white metal mask, and grid-like stockings.

"Killer?" The owner of the Drunken Dream Building looked at the person who suddenly broke in, but he didn't have the slightest hint of fear, only curiosity.

"It's still a female killer, and the old man's favorite is a female killer." In the dim light, a majestic figure rushed out, and when the killer's sword was about to kill the owner of the Dream Building, it blocked in front of him, blocking the blade with his own body.

Immediately another punch was thrown, carrying a sharp fist style, the strength was great, the fist stone was fierce, and the heavy one seemed to be in danger of breaking bones.

In the face of this circle, the killer also chose to back down, staggered his fist with dexterity, and then stabbed the opponent's throat with his hand.

"The sword is a good sword, but it can't break the old man's defense." The person who came did not dodge or dodge, and even carried the opponent's sword blade with flesh and blood.

With a bang, the killer dodged and retreated, the other party's defense was indeed terrifying, even if the sword in her hand was as sharp as clay, but at this moment she encountered an unbreakable stubborn stone.

The two figures were fighting in one place, and in the sound of gold and iron, sparks flashed, one side had an unparalleled defense, a fierce fist, and one side was agile and smart, and the sword moves were flawless.

And the owner of the Drunken Dream Building in the room was drinking tea while watching the battle in the room, and he obviously had enough confidence in the strength of the old man.

Sure enough, under the attack of the old man, the killer gradually showed his decline.

"The masters who can rank in the top five in the entire Daliang City, how can any killer touch porcelain." The owner of the Drunken Dream Building thought leisurely.

But at the moment when the old man almost forced the killer to the point where there was no way to retreat, a sharp sword light flew out, and the boss of the Drunken Dream Building felt a pain in his heart, only to see that a short sword had sunk into his chest.

"You?" The old man smashed towards the killer with a furious roar, was blocked by a sword, and between the figures retreating, he had already pulled out the short sword on the chest of the owner of the Drunken Dream Building.

The killer who withdrew the short sword thought for a moment, and a figure appeared in her mind, and the true face hidden under the mask pursed her lips and smiled, remembering someone's bad taste, and said, "You are a master, but you are not a good guard." ”

As he spoke, the man had already jumped out of the broken window and disappeared into the night.

In the Prince's Mansion next to the Wei Palace, there were also people who returned here in the night.

"Looking at you like this, it doesn't look like you've succeeded." One person received the man in black, smelled a faint smell of blood, but did not smell the smell of fat powder, and already knew that his friend had missed.

"Failed, that person's details are beyond our imagination, take me to see the prince, I have important information to report." The man in black said slightly weakly.

"What's the situation?"

"It's about the king and the king of Xinling." Humane in black.

"Come and go." Hearing this, the man also had a solemn look.

After getting the news, Prince Wei hurriedly put on his clothes from the warm embrace of his concubine and came to the study.

"What information did you hear?" The prince asked.

"I saw the people under Xinling Jun in that man's residence, and they said that the king is in poor health, and if the king has an accident, he should take action to help Xinling Jun ascend the throne." Humane in black.

"What?" Prince Zeng was shocked when he heard this, he subconsciously stood up, didn't care about keeping enough distance from the man in black, walked in front of the man in black, and asked, "Is this true?" ”

"Returning to the prince, this statement is true, no matter how bold the villain is, he will not dare to deceive in such a thing." The man in black replied.

"My father is in poor health, but I don't know it, but Xinlingjun knows?" The crown prince was in a trance for a while, how unbelievable such a thing was, but it happened to Xinlingjun, and it was so natural.

"There's a lot going on." The prince groaned.

Suddenly, the palm of the black-clothed man who was stacked in front of him struck out at Prince Zeng, who was caught off guard and was hit by a palm.

"You?" The crown prince looked at the man in black in astonishment.

"Prince, you are in the way of the king." The man in black sneered and broke down the door and fled.

"Catch ......."

"Shut up." Prince Zeng stopped.

"Prince, are you alright?" The servant hurriedly closed his mouth, helped the crumbling prince Zeng, and asked anxiously.

"If he had used a sword instead of a palm, Lone might have really died, but not yet." Prince Zeng said with a pale face, although he couldn't die, but the internal injuries were indeed extremely serious, and he only felt his heart break at this time, especially Fang Cai's fright and the information behind him made his heart tremble.

Shin Ling-kun? Father? What should I do next?

No, Lone must not sit still, he must take action, but the power of Xinling Jun, the power on the surface, is not enough, but the disciples of those strange people are ......

Thinking of this, the gloom on Prince Zeng's face deepened.

When thinking about it in the long run, thinking about it in the long run, the prince thought about it, and a figure appeared in his mind: Wei Yong.