With a "poof", the lights and candles went out.

Fang Ying saw that although he had died and lived in pain, life was worse than death, but he still endured the pain in his hands and feet, and looked over with red eyes.

The shadow of the stick has fallen, the wind of the stick has dispersed, and it is as silent as death.

In the dim hall, there was a mess, and the white jade-like stone slabs were already like broken ice, as if they had been run over by a boulder, and as if they had been smashed by a heavy hammer, but they were not intact.

And in the scattered hustle and bustle, two figures stood.

Chen Zhuo's feet stepped on the ground, without moving, his feet had sunk a little, and a black stick fell on his broad shoulders and neck.

The body of the stick was still bent downward, and he was pressed and pressed by the two hands of the stick tail, and the arm of the pressure trembled, and the green tendons were violent, as if he had exhausted all his strength, trying to press him down.

Chen Zhuo slowly tilted his head to one side, the pupils under the iron mask seemed to have not changed at all, calm as water, but there was a hidden murderous intention, indifferent and cruel, staring at the person holding the stick opposite.

"Tick!"

Suddenly, a red and full bead of blood fell from his jaw and splashed to the ground, striking out a black dot like ink.

"Wind Knife Frost Sword One Thousand and One Style?"

Chen Zhuo's tone was quiet, and he had already clenched his fists and stepped forward, and the stone slab under his feet instantly collapsed like dust and powder, like snow melting.

Mi Youqiao's pupils dilated, his mouth screamed, and the long stick in his hand was already shaking, like a wild dragon in his hand, and like grabbing thunder and lightning, the black stick flew up and down, and the stick wind cracked the air, like a powerful ghost and god howling, like a wolf howling, and like an eagle, the air seemed to be lined up by the stick shadow, which was suffocating.

It's like a crazy stick.

But he was not attacking, but defending, and the shadow of the stick almost enveloped his figure, and his eyes were dignified, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Originally, the change of attack and defense of the master fighting would not be so obvious, and it would be changeable for a while, but Chen Zhuo took a trick hard, and one move rose and fell, that is, life and death.

Either you die or I die.

It is difficult to find a flaw in Yimi's martial arts, but he also has the weakest time, which is the moment when he loses a blow and tries his best.

Chen Zhuo is also crazy, fierce and vicious, although he can't see his face, Mi Youqiao seems to have been able to glimpse the hideous face under the iron mask, and the tragic murderous intent all over his body.

Sure enough, Mi had a bridge stick shadow together, and there was an extra fist in front of him.

Chen Zhuo is waiting for this moment, how can he miss it, his fist is like an arrow, and an arrow pierces his heart.

Mi Youqiao's eyes widened angrily, and the scream turned into an angry roar, he had obviously lifted the stick, but he really couldn't understand why this fist came in front of him first.

And the fist suddenly turned into an obscure knife light in front of it, and it flashed.

The shadow of the stick in the sky is like a storm, and it is like a thunderbolt.

Fang Ying's eyes widened as well......

The next moment, the two figures passed by by mistake.

Mi Youqiao slowly stood still, took a deep breath, stood with a pestle, and glanced at Fang Ying with some regret and pity.

For this little marquis, he almost pinned his life's remnants on the other party's body, swallowing the ambition of the wind and clouds, and the power of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain, these are not something he can achieve with a crippled body; So for this young man, he gave all the advice, exhausted his efforts, and also made friends with many powerful people who were unwilling to commit to Cai Jing......

It's a pity, I thought that I could make a splash by relying on dormant forbearance, and even ascend to the sky in one step, but before I thought that the edge was revealed, everything came to an abrupt end.

Looking at Fang Ying's eyes that were raised with difficulty, Mi Youqiao smiled and said, "Little Hou Ye, colluding with the golden man...... Not good! ”

Fang Ying's expression was stiff when he saw it hidden in the darkness, and then his lips moved three times, as if he wanted to speak, but a thick blood mist suddenly shot out from Mi Youqiao's neck.

The blood mist spewed out, splashing out, and drenched Fang Ying's face.

Mi Youqiao's strong hand holding the black stick suddenly loosened, and he slid down from the black stick in an instant, and he himself was weak in his knees, kneeling, and then hung his head, his blood was exhausted, and the black stick had fallen down, and he died in front of Fang Yingkan.

This terrifying master, who is known as the highest and unfathomable master in the Imperial Palace, was actually defeated like this.

Fang Ying saw that his pupils trembled, and when he saw the figure that turned around, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Wait...... I can give you whatever you want, money, those princes and princes have countless money, they are all people from the 'Youqiao Group', they all listen to me, or women, the most beautiful woman in the world, more beautiful than Lei Chun......"

Chen Zhuo first turned on the lamp again, then sat on the soft couch, held the knife with a wooden handle in his hand, rubbed it on the cuff, rubbed off the bloodstains, scraped off the rust, looked at the rainy night outside, and said something meaningful, "Don't worry, you won't die, I still have a lot of use for your face, at best, it's just an old eunuch who died." ”

Hearing that he would not die, Fang Ying was overjoyed at first, but soon his smile froze, he looked at the knife in Chen Zhuo's hand, and thought about the last sentence, the fear in his eyes suddenly became stronger, but soon turned into resentment and cruelty, gritted his teeth and said: "My father-in-law will not let you go, and the emperor will never spare you." ”

Chen Zhuo played with the knife, looked at the blade, and said softly: "But it's over?" ”

Hearing this, Fang Ying was stunned, and then changed his tone and begged for mercy: "Wait, you use me, those powerful people need me to move around, and you are not familiar with their personalities at all, and Jin Guo, I can rebel against them, it will be very good for you." ”

Chen Zhuo thought for a while and said unmoved: "As soon as Mi Youqiao died, the so-called 'Youqiao Group' basically collapsed. The tree is falling and scattered, and most of those powerful people will not come to you again, either avoid it, or fight back, and leave Fang Juxia and Mi Youqiao, and now you are nothing...... As for the Kingdom of Jin, when I go north, the dead people will be wiped out, and there will be no living mouth. ”

He seemed to rest for a moment, wiped the knife clean, then got up and walked over to Fang Yingkan's side, hooked his toes, and pecked lightly at his temple.

……

A cup of tea is less than enough.

Several figures suddenly rushed in outside the hall, namely Qi Shaoshang and Shen Yunshan, as well as the remaining four sword kings and the captured seventh in the world, together with the five holy lords and six holy lords of the "Lost Heaven Alliance".

When a group of people came in, the expression on Mi Youqiao's face when they saw Mi Youqiao, who was kneeling and dying, was really wonderful.

Seeing Fang Ying, who had been stripped of his face, everyone was cold with their hands and feet, gasping for air, and almost didn't dare to come in.

"Bury all the corpses in the Hou Mansion."

The four sword kings were also sweating on their backs, their faces were solemn, and they quickly turned back into the rain without saying a word.

Qi Shaoshang saw Chen Zhuo sitting on the soft couch, his face changed slightly, "It's okay, right?" ”

Chen Zhuo shook his head and put a peeled human skin mask in front of him, "I'll leave the rest to you." ”

Qi Shaoshang nodded very solemnly, but remembered something, "Mi Youqiao's body is also buried?" It's better to send it to Cai Jing. ”

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, exhaled again, and responded, "I think so too." ”

He got up, put on the rain hat, and didn't look at the seventh and the five holy lords and six holy lords in the world, but grabbed Mi Youqiao's corpse and the black stick on the ground, and flew into the rainy night.

Zhang Tiexin's eyes turned sharply, and he finally lost his previous hardness, and when he saw Qi Shaoshang holding the human skin mask that Fang should see, he couldn't help but look at it, and he was even more chilled in his heart, and he thought of something, and said urgently: "I...... I give up...... I hope to spare my brother's life......"

Zhang Tieshu also hurriedly echoed: "It's extreme! Yes, extremely! ”

The seventh side of the world was like ashes, white and ugly, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Can I use the 'Mountain Character Sutra' and the 'Sad Arrow Technique' to get back a life?" ”

(End of chapter)