When the time was near, a night banquet was over.

Whose feast?

The feast of the little marquis of Fang.

Singing every night, feasting day and day.

Today is a very special day for him.

The "Lost Heaven Alliance" is over, and it is difficult to turn over, and it is time for the Golden Wind Drizzle Building and the Six and a Half Hall to fight to the death again, which is naturally unusual for a person like him who likes to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and likes to add fuel to the fire.

The forces in the capital are becoming more and more chaotic, and only ambitious people like him can show their strength and gain power.

Although his momentum is not small, no one will be satisfied with a momentary momentum, more because he feels that it is not big enough, he can be bigger, climb higher, get more, maybe only by sitting on that dragon chair and holding the world, he can be satisfied.

Under the sultry hazy lights.

Fang Ying looked at the drunken pillow reclining, holding a snow-white and flawless jade cup in his hand, swaying lightly between his fingers, playing, with a delicate paste, just like the woman with a light pillow under his head, also white as jade, beautiful and flawless.

It was a blue-eyed, brown-haired, snow-skinned and peachy woman, not from the Central Plains, but a gorgeous orchid from the Western Regions.

Under the lamp, there are also a group of gorgeous and charming women dancing lightly with the music, with bare feet and hair, and red lips with no hands, as if they have just finished bathing, and there is a faint fragrance under the thin red Luo, which is very charming.

But under this moving and seductive beauty, Fang Ying's eyes rarely saw desire, more thoughts, scheming, the city, and gloom.

He seems to be thinking about things all the time, calculating others.

It is precisely because of this that Fang Ying sees that there is very little love, and even more loveless, and the most taboo thing for people who have achieved great things is love.

No matter how powerful a person is, once he encounters these two things, he has already lost half of them, wasted time, wasted effort, and has a weakness, and has polished his spirit.

is an invincible character, but there are more flaws all over his body.

So he doesn't want love, he doesn't want love, he has no faith and no righteousness...... Or, his love is the love of zuo love, not the love of others.

In the gorgeous hall, in addition to Fang Yingkan and many dancing girl orchids, there were three other people, who were the three people who drove the bridle for him.

These three people are also different, because each of them has a very special background, they are the masters of the Khitan, Mongolia, and Jin Kingdoms, and they are also his right-hand men and the most loyal servants.

Originally, he also invited Mi Youqiao in the inner garden of the palace to this night banquet, but the old man obviously couldn't come tonight.

Fang Ying opened his mouth to bite the candied fruit released by Orchid, and said casually: "Is it a little late for the Eight Great Sword Kings to come back?" There are also Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin, and there is no movement. ”

The Khitan master was dressed in brocade clothes, kneeling in front of a desk, with a black face and beard, rough cheeks, a kind of blush after the wind and sun, narrow eyes and bald eyebrows, and strong.

"Will there be any twists and turns?"

The stiff and strange Zhongyuan words spit out of the other party's mouth, hanging his head, very respectful.

Fang Ying drooped his eyelids, as if he was drunk, and said indifferently: "Since the old fox has invited me to join forces, and Cai Xiangye has the backing, what twists and turns can there be?" With the strength of the Eight Great Sword Kings, and Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin, ten people should be able to make a name for themselves if they fall on the rivers and lakes, unless they ...... They bumped into Guan Qi...... Hehe......"

Speaking of this in one breath, he himself laughed, but said why, just because Guan Qi had fallen into his hands.

Or to be precise, Guan Qi has already fallen into his hands, he went mad, suffered from strange poison, and even fell into Gu, controlled by the two brothers Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin, and often went crazy, otherwise why lock up.

It's a pity that he was lured out by Su Mengzhen and Lei Zhen, and he still wanted to take the opportunity to seize the remnants of the "Lost Heaven Alliance", and he didn't want the several holy masters to be all hidden piles, and one was deeper than the other.

But counting the hours, Fang Ying also felt that it had been a long time.

He was about to confess, but his eyelids slowly lifted, the wine glass in his hand shook lightly, and he drank it all with his throat, and a pair of good-looking phoenix eyes glanced at the dark and rainy night outside the hall and pavilion unhurriedly, and said slowly: "Since the Venerable Driver has arrived at Benhou's territory, why not show up for a drink, and besides, Benhou is very curious, when did a person like Your Excellency come out of the capital, and dare to enter the mansion of my supernatural marquis alone." ”

"I've never hid it, you're only seeing it now."

A low voice, with a strange penetrating power, sounded from the rainy night.

"Don't bother, those vigils outside are too bad, and I haven't even had a knife out of this seat."

Like a dazzle, in the thick night that was originally empty, a black shadow was revealed, wearing a rain hat and wrapped in black clothes, as if he had been standing there for a long time, quiet as a mud statue, without any movement.

Under the dim lights, the black shadow seemed to have really become a shadow, swaying and flickering, and was already standing in the hall.

"Why are you here?"

Fang Ying still had that casual tone.

But when he saw the two staggered knives behind the other party's back, he had already put down the wine glass in his hand.

Because he knew those two knives, they were the two swords of the two of the Eight Great Sword Kings, and they were also the good knives he found all over the rivers and lakes.

Chen Zhuo looked at the orchid dancer in front of him, and then looked at Fang Ying, he did what he said, and he was going to take this guy's life tonight.

He said lightly: "Borrow your head." ”

Fang Ying sat up straight a little, a black sword stood beside him, stroking his palms and smiling, "Good to say!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and picked his fingers, and the wine glass beside him had already swished out, passing through the gaps between the dancing girls, dripping and swirling, among which the wine was full, and it was also whirling, heading straight for Chen Zhuo's door.

Chen Zhuo's eyes condensed slightly, squinted and stared, his whole body was full of energy, and the essence in his eyes was almost bursting out.

With a "bang", the wine glass exploded in the air.

The wine splashed, and the dancers panicked, falling down, exclaiming, and crying, pitiful, and with the beautiful spring color that appeared from time to time, I really felt pity.

Chen Zhuo said to these dancing orchids: "Get out of the way! ”

A group of people staggered when they heard this, got up in shock, and then walked out, but when they passed by Chen Zhuo's side, they immediately saw a light gauze cover, fingers and claws flying, fists attacking, and a secret incense weapon.

But before they could do it, their delicate faces were illuminated by two cold rays that burst into the air.

The sword light flew up, like a silver bottle bursting, and everyone suddenly felt a cold feeling sweeping through their bodies, wandering away hundreds of corpses.

The two knives are horizontal, Chen Zhuo's ape arm is stretched, and the two knives are like an arc moon across the sky, only when the air turns around, "poof", several beautiful and moving heads have bounced up from the shoulders of Snow Neck Xiu, and the flowers are immediately solidified.

The pillar of blood rushed upward, and the shot was like a roar.

In the rain of blood, Chen Zhuo's eyes suddenly mentioned, but he saw a sword body drill out of the right chest of a orchid in front of him, stabbing straight ahead.

The orchid was about to make a move, but he was hit by a sword and couldn't help screaming.

Chen Zhuo swept away the blood rain above his head with one sword, and the other knife was horizontal in front of him, and the tip of the sword pressed against the blade of Xue Liang, striking out a series of crisp trembling sounds.

Hu Ji looked back in disbelief, only to see a hideous face that was selfish, hypocritical, insidious, and vicious, which was still the immature and honest Fang Xiaohou in front of ordinary people.

The sword body shook, and the red light appeared, and the orchid had been split in half, and the mutilated body was scattered like rags.

The three masters of the three different races who were kneeling down also made moves at the same time, one punched, one swordsmanship, and the other practiced kung fu.

The three of them jumped up into the air, pounced one by one, and arrived beside Chen Zhuo.

Fist and knife behind, the master of horizontal training is not afraid of death, he sacrifices himself in front of Fang Yingkan, stomps on one foot, the stone slab under his feet is shattered on the spot, Zama sinks, his hands stand and his palms are closed, and a boy worships the Buddha and actually holds Chen Zhuo's knife body.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were as lonely as before, the knife momentum changed suddenly, and the tip of the knife was stabbed forward one by one, turning the knife into a gun, expanding the surface with a point, and piercing the heart of the master of horizontal training.

Then I saw this person roar, the brocade clothes were torn apart, and he fell back to the sky, his heart seemed to be fine, but his mouth and nose were overflowing with blood foam, mixed with black red pieces, and his five organs were injured.

The two behind them beckoned and fell, but they couldn't even touch the corners of Chen Zhuo's clothes, and when they raised their eyes, they saw a cloud of sword light coming, and they were about to parry, when they were surprised by a cloud of blood mist rushing towards them, causing their pupils to contract.

The blood mist did not dissipate, and suddenly the sword light broke through the fog, and it was as fast as lightning at the throat and eyebrows of the two of them.

And that side should also feel like a ghost.

Under the sword move, the person in front of him was simply evil, seeing that the three major servants all fell to the ground, he let out a long roar, and raised his index finger with the other hand, and the fingertip qi condensed, turning into a wisp of blood-colored energy, like a waterfall in the long river, and pointed to Chen Zhuo's door.

But if you look at it again, there is already an extra palm under your fingers, and the palm is turned outward, as if there is an invisible qi machine shrouded in it, and it is actually taken by life.

The two were fighting each other, and an old voice was heard laughing outside the hall.

"Hehe, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence, our family is not a trip in vain, Mi Youqiao is polite."

(End of chapter)