Rice has a bridge?

The two people who fought fiercely in the hall were divided in an instant.

Fang Ying looked at the withdrawal of the sword and recovered, withdrew a few steps, picked up the wine on the soft couch, took a sip with his throat up and neatly, and did not look at the corpse on the ground, and said with a smile: "My father-in-law came late." ”

The visitor paced in and said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late at all, otherwise you wouldn't have encountered such an interesting thing...... Your Excellency broke into the Divine Marquis Mansion alone, such courage and strength, by no means an ordinary person, dare to leave a name? ”

This is an old man in a gray robe, with a burnt yellow and white beard, a slightly hunched back, a slightly bent waist, full of old age, a smiling old face full of folds, under the faint lights, his forehead is still shining, and there is a pair of blue pupils hidden in his smiling eyes for some reason.

The old man's black shoes and feet lightly stepped on the pool of blood on the ground, and he passed over a few dead heads before he stood still, and he still twisted two shelled fried peanuts in his hand and put them in his mouth.

This person is the controller of the "Youqiao Group" on the bright side, and is given the word "Youqiao" by the current saint, and he is also the highest and unfathomable master in the palace, and he is also the most taboo and terrifying existence of all forces.

"It is said that heroes come out of troubled times, look at the world, there are not many people who dare to do this at this time, we heard that there is a madman born in the south, with extraordinary talent, ten years old to create his own mastery, thirteen years old has been the lord, and now it can be a double ten is famous in the rivers and lakes......"

The old man was already making a tentative speech, and he also felt that it was a little unexpected in his heart, how could many masters have appeared unexpectedly recently.

Chen Zhuo knew that the other party was guessing his identity, but when he heard the word "madman", he was silent for a while, and asked curiously, "What is that person's name?" ”

Mi Youqiao smiled happily: "I don't remember very clearly, it seems that the surname is Yan, and he is named after a fanatic...... Either you are surnamed Jiang, it is rumored that there is a Jiang brother in the south who has obtained a volume of heavenly books, and they have practiced miraculous skills, which is not trivial, and the saints want to take a look, but the people sent out have returned several times. ”

"Or ...... Alas, forget it, it seems that it doesn't matter who you are, after you capture it, everything will fall into place. ”

Unconsciously, Fang Ying saw that he had stood down with Mi Youqiao and sandwiched Chen Zhuo in it.

The words are over, and the momentum is done.

"Die!"

Fang Ying looked at the "Blood River Sword", took the lead in shooting, grabbed it, and immediately saw a little cold mang, like a long snake spitting out of the palm, the cold mangs came very fast, breaking through the air, the blood shadow on it flashed, and the white jade-like hall was covered with a layer of blood, it was actually a spear, and the head of the spear was tied with tassels, as if rising in the wind, and the blood was in the air, straight through Chen Zhuo's throat.

One person stabbed with a gun, one person flickered, and suddenly saw a black stick in his hand pointing at Chen Zhuo's heart.

But the moment the two of them came out, a monstrous killing intent suddenly arose in the hall, the wind and rain were frightened, and the lights were extinguished.

Halfway through the two of them, the sharp change in light and darkness made their eyes dim for a moment.

As soon as the field of vision dimmed, the opponent in front of him was also gone, drifting and turning, as fast as a ghost.

"Want to go?"

In the corner of Mi Youqiao's eyes, he saw a black shadow flying outside the hall, and when he landed, he smiled, his old eyes were wide open, and he shouted like thunder, and his thin body seemed to have suddenly turned into a troll, and it became imposing.

His beard is all open, and the black stick in his hand has danced out of several stick flowers, the gray robe is swollen, and the stick is pressing, like a wild dragon going out to sea, and a surging wind is set off on the ground, stirring the dishes to pieces, and the stick wind is like a howl, which has covered the black shadow and pulled it over.

At the tip of the stick, the black shadow was twisted into a blood mist in the sky.

Mi Youqiao's body was shocked, the secret passage was not good, this black shadow was clearly a corpse.

At this moment, a gun appeared behind him, and Fang Ying saw that he was already making a move, because there was an extra person in front of him.

As soon as the gun moved, Huo Ran burst out with a brilliant cold light, like a gun picking up the sun, like an electric bolt.

But what came was an unimaginable punch, domineering and direct.

Fighting with fists and guns, and hitting hard, the seemingly ordinary flesh and blood fist fell in the dim hall and pavilion, as if wrapped in a layer of faint light, and there was a faint thunder light hidden in the fingers that were put together, and it flashed.

Guns and fists hit each other, Fang Ying saw that the poisonous expression suddenly changed, only to feel that there was a heavy mountain on the head of the gun, the momentum was heavy, the stalemate was only half a breath, and the gun in his hand had "swished" from the palm of his hand and flew out, hitting the wall, silently entering, leaving a hole.

And the palms of his hands have been rubbed off a layer of flesh.

But this was not the most shocking thing for Fang Ying, because he had already recognized who this person was, this incomparable fierce fist, he only caught a glimpse in the daytime, how could he dare to forget, let alone expect this person to ...... Will come and kill him......

"It's you!"

Fang Ying seemed to be choked for a moment, his voice was hoarse and poignant, and there was anger and hatred.

But he didn't have time to say who this person was, Guy had already smashed his other fist, plain and ordinary, neither fist style nor momentum, but the terrifying sense of oppression overwhelmed him, and there was unimaginable murder.

At the critical moment, Fang Ying didn't seem to think much about it, gritted his teeth and stabbed at Chen Zhuo's chest with his backhand, the blood river divine sword behind him stabbed towards Chen Zhuo's chest, the red light swallowed, and the sword qi broke through the air, which also stimulated a bit of ferocity, and he had already caught a glimpse of a stick shadow in the corner of his eye, it was a good time to die.

This divine sword sharpens iron like clay, he doesn't believe that Chen Zhuo can still be so fierce, and he goes forward, not dodging or dodging.

But Fang Ying's face changed after the sword was drawn, and he was vicious and vicious, and suddenly stunned, and then surprised, and then his face was like ashes.

But seeing that the long sword in his hand was really a divine edge, it went straight into Chen Zhuo's chest, but with the sword in his heart, Chen Zhuo was actually indifferent, his fist attacked directly, and the ape's arm bent and turned, and he had gently knocked on his chest under these two defeating fighting methods.

"Smack!"

Like a whip.

Whip the gods.

For a moment, a flush suddenly appeared on Fang Yingkan's face, his hands and feet were numb, and he only felt a strange strength that spread from his chest to his limbs, hands and feet, and his body seemed to be out of control.

I saw a pair of cold eyes floating in front of him, and he had been picked up and blocked in front of the shadow of the smashed stick.

"Don't ...... Ahem......"

Fang Ying can still speak, and he can't stop coughing up blood while talking.

As soon as the shadow of the bridge stick was released, the old face still had the previous smile, only gloomy and stiff.

The lights are on again, and they are already reflected.

Mi Youqiao said in a calm tone that couldn't hear joy and anger: "I can't imagine that a dignified hunter would dare to assassinate the Shentong Hou, don't you know who his stepfather is?" Aren't you afraid that the emperor will blame you? ”

With his cunning temperament, he seems to have guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

Chen Zhuo looked at Fang Ying, whose limbs were drooping and still moving, and withdrew the long sword on his chest little by little, and said faintly: "It's right to be ambitious, who in the world has no ambition, but you shouldn't collude with the Jurchens, what I hate most in my life is that you are a good person...... If it weren't for those sword kings confiding in me something, I might have been able to let you live a little longer, and I wouldn't have been in such a hurry. ”

"I don't want to kill you, I'm just afraid that it will be difficult to swallow and sleep in the future...... It doesn't matter what kind of marquis or prince you are, even the king of heaven, if you dare to do this kind of thing, I will also vow to kill you. ”

The sword light shook as he spoke, and Fang Yingkan's hands and feet were broken silently.

Fang Ying saw that his originally flushed face turned purple in an instant, but he couldn't shout.

Chen Zhuo threw it away, turned his neck and turned his head, like a wolf, looking straight at Mi Youqiao.

"You did come by chance to catch up with death."

Mi Youqiao saw that Fang Ying should see that his brothers and sisters were broken, which meant that his years of hard work and planning were in vain, and he asked softly, "What are you for?" ”

Then it seemed that he was completely angry, his scorched face turned cold and white, the pestle was fixed, and wisps of qi had flowed into the other party's body in all directions.

"The right way!"

Chen Zhuo's answer was very simple, and his body was already stretching.

His move today was not a whim, a whim; Since the identities of Qi Shaoshang and Shen Yunshan have been exposed, there will be no place for them in the capital, and when the Golden Wind Drizzle Building and the Six and a Half Hall are separated, they will inevitably have to deal with them.

But he didn't want to retreat, so he had to change his identity.

The identity of the party should be seen.

Moreover, with this identity, he can take the opportunity to enter and exit the palace, only because the current emperor inherited the kindness of Fang Juxia in the early years, so he loved this little marquis tightly.

And he doesn't have much time to go to the rivers and lakes to build a force that is time-consuming and laborious.

Five more years......

Jin Guotie rode south, and all of this was trampled and ravaged; He didn't want to save the emperor, but the martial man's heart told him that he couldn't hesitate here, and he should move forward and fight the country; He doesn't care if the emperor is a waste or not, he is not interested in fighting in the rivers and lakes, but those Tartars dare to get involved in Shenzhou, no.

It is just with the blood of thousands of enemies that the supreme killing intent will climb to the top again, condense the divine thought, and strengthen the fist intent.

Every Buddha destroys the Buddha, and the ancestors behead the ancestors.

"Knowing your roots, Zhang Hou, who thinks that 'Chopping Hall', is also a character, but the heirs have cultivated such a misfortune and made the wind and rain...... It's not a pity to die. ”

He paced and turned, like a fierce tiger waiting for him, a pair of ape arms naturally drooped, and his muscles and bones trembled, and his originally tall figure appeared like a demon in an instant, and the black clothes on his body swelled rapidly, as if a fierce and powerful ape was running around, and his eyes were full of monstrous murderous machines.

The rain hat on his head was shaken by the violent qi machine, and Chen Zhuo's originally scattered long hair suddenly paused in the air, wisps of it, hanging in the air, and the center of his eyebrows suddenly saw the brilliance of light, and his thoughts were released, which had enveloped his whole body.

Mi Youqiao looked at the fierce figure in front of him, and listened to the other party's revelation of his origin, his hands tightened with black sticks, his fingers were dilated, his feet did not move, but the stone slab on the ground under his feet was already cracking.

The stick was strangely shaped, the body of the stick was strangely long, and the more you went to the stick, the thinner it became.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the foot of Mi Youqiao collapsed, and the black stick in his hand lifted the sky, covering Chen Zhuo's head, and the stick body bent like an arc moon, and a stick was split.

Chen Zhuo squinted his eyes carefully, but he didn't want to waste time, his feet sank, he was like a horse, his fists were clenched, and his long hair was swept wildly by the blowing stick wind.

He actually watched the stick fall from the sky and fall, indifferent, not dodging or dodging.

"Boom!"

Between the lightning and flint, there was a shock, as if the sky had collapsed, the thunder was shattered, and there was a dazzling light under the stick.

The wind and dust swept by, and the lights and candles went out again, but the ending was ......

(End of chapter)