The atmosphere seemed a little dignified and cold for a while, but Chen Pingping looked at Wuzhu, who was indifferent and expressionless, but she also had a little headache.

They now seem to have the upper hand.

But even the entire black horse, plus the net under the prince's hands, may not be able to stop a single Wuzhu.

In a sense, Wuzhu is much more terrifying than ordinary great grandmasters.

This is the biggest drawback of the lack of high-end combat power.

It is also the strength of the Great Grandmaster.

"Xian'er, come behind me and prepare to leave Kyoto."

Chen Pingping spoke softly.

In today's Kyoto, you must leave first, and you can only think about it in the long run by waiting for the return of the East Palace.

The strength of the three great masters is an important bargaining chip that can determine the final victory.

Fan Xian groaned, he actually knew more things.

Even if it seems that Chen Pingping and the others have mastered the situation now, only he knows what terrifying power Emperor Qing has in his hands now.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still stepped to Chen Pingping's side.

Fuji Zijing led his subordinates to bring out Lin Wan'er, who was dressed in red makeup, from the sedan chair.

In this process, Wuzhu did not move at all.

Although his face was cold and seemed emotionless, he fell into deep thought since he heard the word Miss.

Surrounded by a group of black horsemen, Gong Dian could only stay close behind Wuzhu, and did not have the slightest intention of blocking him.

After Lin Wan'er left the sedan chair, she was extremely surprised to see Lin Ruofu in the black ride, Lin Heng and her eldest brother, Lin Dabao.

"Dad, big brother, second brother!"

She looked pleasantly surprised, she didn't expect her relatives to appear here.

Lin Ruofu patted Lin Wan'er on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Dean Chen will send us away."

Lin Wan'er was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help asking, "Mother, how is she?"

Lin Ruofu said lightly, "She has already left Kyoto."

Lin Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and on the other side, Fan Xian glanced at Lin Wan'er, who was full of joy, and at the same time bitter in her heart, she also felt a little rare relaxation.

Although he is not a good person, he does not want to force others to marry him.

The current situation is not bad.

It's just that he doesn't know how long the current situation can last.

"Dean, let's go quickly."

His tone was a little anxious.

Chen Pingping was keenly aware of this, his heart sank, and he immediately ordered, "Evacuate immediately according to the original plan."

On the other side, Ye Zhong was also helped to get up, and was escorted by the black horse in the center with everyone, ready to leave.

However, although Wuzhu did not move, at the end of the streets and alleys, four middle-aged men in yellow linen clothes appeared at some point.

The same dress, the same expression, except for a slight difference in appearance, is like the biological brother of a fraternal sibling.

Apparently the comer is not good.

A black rider stepped forward, but in the next second, he was beaten to death with broken bones and tendons.

Naturally, the Black Rider is not afraid of death.

The moment their comrades died, a group of black horsemen charged at them.

However, those men in yellow just punched a simple punch, and directly hit people and horses.

Bloody to the extreme, but also violent to the extreme.

Even the shadow of the Nine Rank Realm was only instantaneous, and he was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up again.

Grand Master.

These four men in yellow are all great masters.

Even each one is hardly much worse than Wuzhu.

Step by step, they move forward with a rigid and invisible rhythm and rhythm, full of mechanized beauty.

It was only four people, but it surrounded Chen Pingping and more than 1,000 people.

Among them even includes the black rider who is famous for murder and makes countless people fearful.

"They are beings from the same place as Wuzhu!"

Chen Pingping's tone was solemn, and she grabbed the handrails on both sides tightly.

Fan Xian could no longer hide the bitterness and heaviness on his face.

Sure enough, he knew that Emperor Qing couldn't just let them go seriously.

Today's wedding may itself be a bait aimed at the East Palace, or Chen Pingping.

And at this moment, a large number of forbidden troops came from afar.

With a blank face, he stepped over the corpses of his comrades and came with murderous intent.

This is the real dead end, the kind where there is no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

With the four great masters in front and tens of thousands of troops behind, how could they be able to kill out of Kyoto with them alone?

Even this street they can't get out.

At this time, Fan Jian, who had been silent, strode over.

Behind him, dozens of red-armored cavalry and more than 100 tiger guards of the eight-rank realm rushed out.

They quickly stepped forward and helped the Black Rider fend off the attack of the four temple messengers.

However, the effect was minimal.

The red-armored cavalry is not weaker than the black cavalry, and the cooperation of the seven tiger guards is even more invincible.

But in the face of the temple envoy with the combat power of the great grandmaster, it is only a snap of a finger.

The terrible chasm between Jiupin and the Great Grandmaster is the fundamental reason why the temple has been able to rely on several temple messengers to guide and suppress human civilization for 100,000 years.

This is the fragility and powerlessness of power under absolute power.

Looking at this scene, Chen Pingping still had the heart to laugh, he looked at Fan Jian, and his smile became more and more obvious.

"Why didn't you hide it, old fox? Saying that it is good to stay away from power and scheming is the best way to survive, this is what you have always said, but today is good, and the family has moved out."

Fan Jian glanced at Fan Xian not far away, shook his head and said, "Time is changing, some things can't be left and right after all, and you have to make a choice."

At this moment, a famous black horse was killed, a famous tiger guard died tragically, and the four temple envoys were under them, and there was no enemy at all.

Even if they were injured by chance, it would not affect them at all.

Even, Wuzhu has not moved.

It all seems to be coming to an end.

But Chen Pingping still had no worries, he just calmly watched the scene in front of him, watched the four temple envoys show great might, looked at Wuzhu, looked at the distant palace, and seemed to be looking down on their Emperor Qing from afar.

Lin Wan'er's face turned a little pale, and she grabbed Ye Linger's hand tightly, and Ye Linger's heart trembled slightly.

It's not that she hasn't seen the great grandmaster, but the scene of the four great grandmasters working together to kill the enemy is really the first time.

This kind of wheat-like killing scene really has a shocking power.

Who can reverse such a dead end?

Gradually, a faint despair and a low atmosphere enveloped everyone's hearts.

Ye Ling'er couldn't stand it, and she didn't want to wait for death on the spot, so she rushed out directly.

Even if she dies, as the daughter of the Ye family, she will choose to die in battle.

It's just that the moment she rushed out, she couldn't help but think of a face that worried her in her mind.

She died, would he shed tears for her?

Between the ten fingers, the energy like a withered branch instantly exploded, as if it had turned into a net of heaven and earth, covering one of the yellow-clothed messengers.

However, this net of heaven and earth was shattered by a simple punch from the other party.

Even, it slammed into Ye Ling'er's head incessantly.

According to the previous methods of the yellow-clothed envoy, if there was no accident, in the next second, Ye Ling'er's head would explode like a watermelon.

"Ling'er!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Wan'er's eyes were red and full of grief.

The fingers were clenched, and the nails pierced deep into the skin.

boundless

God and Buddha, who can save Ling'er!

She pleaded and prayed in her heart.

Ye Chong, who was extremely seriously injured, wanted to get up desperately, but he affected the injury in his chest, and his mouth was full of blood.

Ye Ling'er's fighting spirit is still undiminished, and she even faintly comprehended a set of martial arts from her scattered hands, and her fingertips were full of a frightening sense of brokenness.

The indomitable intent on her face is also even more three-point.

However, at this moment, it is also meaningless.

Under the punch of the Grand Master, she can be said to be certain to die.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Ye Ling'er without warning.

With just one hand, he gently held the fierce fist of the yellow-clothed messenger in the palm of his hand, and it was difficult to advance any more.