Volume 1: The Death of Panling Chapter 49 The Domineering of the Martial Academy
Just when Zhao Wen's life was hanging by a thread, "Bang! With a loud bang, the long knife filled with qi in Commander Fan's hand suddenly exploded into pieces.
Zhao Wen's pupils were dilated, and the scattered blades were shining, blooming like fireworks, really beautiful!
The trajectory of the flying blade seemed to freeze in the field of vision, and after being extremely gorgeous, it was dark in front of him, and Zhao Wen didn't know anything.
"Bang!" After a silver light penetrated the long knife of Commander Fan, the residual momentum did not decrease, and directly smashed the giant hammer statue at the door of the forging guild, and the splashing statue stones smashed out a few holes in the closed door of the forging guild.
A forged silver spear was nailed to the position where the original statue was sitting, and the tail of the gun was still trembling and "buzzing".
The gate of the forging guild "Whoa! With a sound being dragged open, Ma Baoqian stepped out of the door and shouted: "Who ......?"
"Whewββ!" Ma Baoqian only had time to spit out two words, and the whole person flew back upside down at a speed ten times faster than coming out, only to hear the "bang-click, click!" in the forging guild. "It rings non-stop.
When the sound stopped, the two doors were windless and automatic, "Bang! "Shut it tightly again.
A helpless voice came from inside: "Anger from the gods! β
Commander Fan's eyes widened, the hand that held the knife before was already covered with blood, but it was injured by the huge force of the shock.
A vague figure appeared beside Zhao Wen, and then slowly became clear.
Commander Fan muttered in his mouth: "The black-faced god - Geng is frightened!" β
smiled bitterly, his knife is still too slow, he only needs to give him a little more time, Zhao Wen will die, but this trace of time is just a stone's throw away.
Before, a silver light burst through his long knife in an instant, nailing the statue at the door of the forging guild, and Commander Fan knew that something was wrong, but he didn't expect that it would be the black-faced god he feared the most.
Zhao Wen'an lay quietly on the ground, the blades that had broken just now and the flying stones did not cause even the slightest damage to Zhao Wen, and his whole body was tightly wrapped by Geng Feng's majestic qi, and even the hideous outward knife wound on his body stopped bleeding.
Looking at Zhao Wen's tragic situation, Geng Fengfeng's evil aura rose like a hurricane, and the gravel was scattered all around, and he didn't have time to roll before he had time to roll, "Poof!" The sound turned into powder.
Two fist-shaped Gang Qi flashed out from Geng Jingfeng's body, which was the ever-changing Gang Qi, the symbol of the Martial Emperor Realm.
Commander Fan's face was full of horror: "Don't ...... Ahh
"Poof!" Commander Fan's knees were shattered by Geng Fengfeng's fist blow, and he fell to his knees, blood soaking the ground below his knees like no money.
"Geng frightened! Are you crazy? Commander Fan couldn't help but roar, and when he raised his eyes, Geng Jingfeng was already standing in front of him.
"Geng Jingfeng, you, don't come nonsense! I am the Great Commander of the Black Armor Guard of the Panling City City Lord's Mansion! Commander Fan was so fierce that the fear in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
"Shut up!" Geng frightening his hand is a slap. A big mouth, smoking Fan Commander half of the face swollen old Gao.
Completely humiliated, not crushed by affection, Commander Fan's eyes darkened, knowing that if he was not careful today, this black-faced god like a madman would probably not scruple about anything, and he would really kill himself.
Geng Jingfeng looked at Commander Fan with cold eyes, and a low hoarse voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Who gave you the guts to dare to kill my outstanding disciples of the Martial Academy?" City Lord's Mansion? Or the three families? β
Commander Fan gritted his teeth and said: "I'm just enforcing the laws of Panling City, he slaughtered the entire Black Armor Guard squad in the City Lord's Mansion, thirty soldiers, the Black Armor Guard also belongs to the establishment of the empire, he wants to rebel!" β
Geng sneered: "Fan Dechang, aren't you a martial artist?" A newly enrolled student of the martial arts academy can kill people right under your nose? Did you eat? Well? β
Fan Dechang's face turned red when he heard this, but he couldn't speak.
Geng Jingfeng glanced back at the gate of the Forging Guild, and said leisurely: "I think you did it on purpose, just to sit down and kill the soldiers of your City Lord's Mansion by the students of my Martial Academy, so that you can easily kill the killer, right?" I think you, and the people behind you, probably forgot ......"
Geng Jingfeng straightened his waist, looked at the direction of the imperial capital of the Haori Empire, arched his hands slightly, and said with a solemn face: "My Bashan Martial Academy is a place to cultivate top talents for the empire, a rising demonic talent, don't say that killing dozens of ordinary soldiers in your City Lord's Mansion is killing hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, so what?" Do you need the dean of my martial arts academy, Feishu, go to the imperial capital, go to the heavens, and ask when the empire's founding policy has changed? Or is your city lord's mansion used to killing and seizing, and you can't look down on the national policy of my Haori Empire? β
The cold sweat on Fan Dechang's head rolled down like a waterfall, and his whole body trembled like chaff.
This black-faced god has said this, I'm afraid that no one in the City Lord's Mansion will dare to protect himself anymore, and it's over!
Fan Dechang's mouth opened, like a fish caught ashore from the water, and he couldn't make a sound.
The bubbling blood under his knees was originally stopped by Fan Dechang's strong luck, but now it flowed again.
There was no trace of blood on his already pale face.
For a long time, as if he had exhausted the strength of his whole body, Fan Dechang said dejectedly: "Hall Master Geng, I am confused for a while, and it has nothing to do with the City Lord's Mansion, please give me a good time!" β
Fan Dechang regretted all his intestines in his heart, why did he be blinded by lard and agreed to this errand.
I thought it was a trivial matter to be captured, but it turned out to be a death here, and if I die, I am afraid that my family will be implicated.
I just hope for one sentence: it has nothing to do with the City Lord's Mansion. It can leave a way for the family to live.
People are in the rivers and lakes, and they don't know when they are turning their backs.
He is the dignified commander of the Black Armor Guard, a master of the Martial Venerable Realm, and he can be described as infinite and at ease in this Panling City. I didn't know that it had come to this point in a blink of an eye.
Glancing at Fan Dechang, who was like ashes, Geng Jingfeng was too lazy to do anything, and if he let out his words today, the City Lord's Mansion would definitely not let this Fan Dechang live in the world again.
Geng Jingfeng looked at the gate of the Forging Guild and said coldly: "Wei Dafu, I know that you are inside, and you still don't give out my student's reward, waiting for me to go in and get it?" β
As soon as Geng Fengfeng's words fell, the door of the Forging Guild "squeaked" again, and out of it came a round and meaty big fat man, who was Vice President Wei who had been soaking in the pool before.
Since he advanced to the Martial Emperor, no one dared to call him by his name for a long time, but this black-faced evil god was an exception, he was a madman, and Wei Dafu didn't want to bother with him at this time.
Holding a piece of golden silk soft armor in his hand, Wei Dafu said with a smile on his face: "Today's matter, my forging guild is deeply sorry, this little friend originally wanted to come to my forging guild to exchange rewards, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen, alas! β
After a pause, he said: "What the president promised the martial arts academy was to tailor a set of intimate inner armor, but in order to express my apologies, this treasure of the town store is up to me and given to this little friend!" I hope that the evil gods will not be angry. β