Sixty-seven

Yanguo Handan White Tiger High Base Military Aircraft Department Inner Hall.

Fan Chen's clothes are elegant, his cheeks are delicate, his eyes are indifferent, the phoenix pattern of the cool sword in his hand is particularly eye-catching, the five hundred blue-clothed officials behind him are particularly powerful, the white-clothed military attache took advantage of the situation to attack the red-clothed armor soldiers, the sound of killing echoed again, blood flowed again, and the remnants of severed limbs piled up all over the ground again.

"If you can apologize for your crimes, I will no longer hold others accountable, and if you are still obsessed, I will slaughter all the people in the three places!" Xu Sheng persuaded to surrender, he understood that the situation had been decided, and Fengxian had no way out.

When Fan Chen swung the cool sword to kill the red-clothed warrior, Feng Xian felt completely desperate, he looked at Gao Ji hesitantly, Gao Ji signaled to follow to the end, even if he was broken, but he thought that Xu Sheng would cut the grass and eradicate the roots and destroy the Feng family, unless he killed himself and ended this rebellion as a loser.

"The wind and rain gasp the mountains and rivers, the sorrow howls and the sea tomorrow, the blood is covered and the heart is not dead, the cold bones are waiting for the ashes and the loyalty and righteousness are knotted, the side road is incomprehensible for a hundred years of hatred, the ambition is a thousand years deep, the soul of the silver snow sword is finally inexhaustible, and the white tiger military machine is prosperous for ten thousand years!" (Please do not plagiarize the original poems, if you ask the poetry, please leave a message.) ）

Fengxian wrote poems with scenes, he held the silver snow steel sword and kept laughing, laughing helplessly and tragically, Gao Ji was frustrated and stunned, he felt sorry for Fengxian, a person who went to the soup for the military aircraft department, but ended up in disrepute for the struggle for power.

Xu Sheng pretended to be merciful, but actually snickered, although he paid a lot of price, but it was worth it to eradicate the hidden dangers inside, Fan Chen stopped the cool sword and stopped killing, his goal was achieved, Wang Chaoqun noticed that there were three hundred red-clothed armor soldiers in the distance reinforced (fake by the officials of the Supervision Mansion), and there were four people standing on the eaves of the inner hall, they were wearing cyan feather weaving, holding swords, flutes (needles) and sticks.

Gao Ji was surprised and said: "Plum Blossom Internal Guard!" At this time, Feng Tai smirked: "It seems that God still favors me!"

The Plum Blossom Society is a spy assassination organization secretly established by the three princes of Yanguo, and the meeting is subdivided into four factions, the members of the Plum Blossom Sect have the Plum Blossom Mark on their shoulders, majoring in the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, the members of the Plum Blossom Sect have the Plum Blossom Mark on their shoulders, and the members of the Orchid Lotus Sect have the Orchid Lotus Mark on their shoulders, majoring in the Orchid Lotus Needle Method, and the members of the Green Bamboo Sect have the Chrysanthemum Leaf Mark on their shoulders, majoring in the Chrysanthemum Leaf Knife Method.

The plum blossom internal guard is the top master of the plum blossom club, they fly down from the eaves of the inner hall hall, the four of them all rushed to Xu Sheng, Fan Chen and Wang Chaoqun had to fight for Xu Sheng, at this time, the descendants of the Zirat Jade Sword Master and the descendants of the Yinhu Jade Sword Master faced off against the Meihua Internal Guard, 1,200 red-clothed armor soldiers (three officials and officials of the Supervision Office) fought against 1,100 white and blue warriors (one military attache and eight officials), the sound of fighting echoed again, and the blood flowed again.

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"The east wind is a disaster and the green water, the sunset presses the begonia flowers, the green mountains hide the two tigers, the boss is not compatible, kill a hundred years of hatred, the blood flows through the ages, no matter the hero is defeated, I only hope that the military will prosper. (Please do not plagiarize the original poems, if you ask about poetry, please leave a message.) ）

Xu Sheng wrote poems and narratives, he no longer persuaded to surrender, and made up his mind to kill Fengxian, so he quickly raised his sword and slashed forward, Fengxian didn't know what to ask, he steadily blocked the attack with a horizontal sword, the two of them hit the sword with their right hand, and their left hand was against each other, and a steady stream of internal forces collided with each other, generating a thick force field around them, pushing the corpse out.

The sword palm lasted for a long time, the breath and internal force were constantly consumed, Feng Xian opened his round mouth and moved his tongue and lips, and then spit out the steel needle, the steel needle was like a silver flash under the blessing of the internal force, instantly blinding Xu Sheng's right eye, and the severe pain made his internal force pause.

Feng Xian concentrated on the internal force and slapped again, and the strong internal force shocked the meridians and blood vessels of Xu Sheng's left hand, making his left hand paralyzed, on the contrary, Xu Sheng forced out the potential breath and used a unique stunt [White Tiger Black Pattern Slash], the twelve sword shadows flashed with white light, as if the white tiger claws were violently torn, and the black lines were the steps and shadows, the steps moved lightly, and the shadows drifted everywhere, making the white tiger claws unexpected.

In the face of Xu Sheng's desperate fight, Feng Xian understood that if he could block the [White Tiger Black Pattern Slash], it would mean that he would win, but Xu Sheng's unique stunt was very terrifying, the white light sword slash and the instantaneous figure were completely uncaptured, he blocked the blow with the silver snow steel sword in front of him, and was slashed by Xu Sheng's Zhongliang sword sideways, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood flowed.

Twelve white tiger claws, Feng Xian blocked five fatal claws, and the remaining seven slashed him seriously, and his whole body was red, in terms of sword and swordsmanship, Feng Xian was strong (knew all kinds of blades), but Xu Sheng was fine (focusing on the sword), Jing was better than strong, and the essence of a desperate fight was even more crushing than strong.

[White Tiger Black Pattern Slash] is Xu Sheng's self-created top swordsmanship in his later years, if he used it when he was young and prosperous, then the power will be ten times stronger, not only can it withstand thousands of horses, but also kill thousands of horses, Fengxian knows Xu Sheng's Xu family swordsmanship well, he is ready to have feet, but [White Tiger Black Pattern Slash] has never seen it, he is seriously injured and cannot fight back.

"As long as I die, no one else will pursue it!" Xu Sheng was blind in his right eye and paralyzed in his left hand, he slowly walked forward, Fengxian was covered in bruises and had no power to resist, he looked at Gao Ji strangely, and Gao Ji hesitated for a moment not far away, weighing the gains and losses.

When Xu Sheng swung his sword to seal his throat, Gao Ji blocked in front of Fengxian, he used his small and fast double knives to hold the sword in the air, and shouted loudly: "Director Feng, hurry up and kill!"

The situation turned around, the red-clothed soldiers surrounded the white and blue military attachés, the plum blossom guards delayed Fan Chen and Wang Chaoqun, Xu Sheng's left hand was paralyzed and could not defend, and the right sword could not be slashed, so he could only kick Gao Ji with his legs, but Gao Ji decided to completely defect, he was kicked and vomited blood, but he still insisted on shouting: "Director Feng, the opportunity is rare!"

Fengxian stabilized his breath, gathered enough strength to stab at Xu Sheng with the silver snow steel sword, Xu Ling arrived quickly, he knew that the sword in his hand could not be blocked, so he used his body as a meat shield, and caught the spur for Xu Sheng without hesitation, the silver snow steel sword was extremely sharp, and it easily stabbed the chest bone, and penetrated the heart from the shoulder bone.

Xu Ling's mouth overflowed with blood, his pupils widened and he lost his lustre, and he said on his deathbed: "Father, I'm sorry for you!"

Everyone was surprised, as soon as Xu Ling's voice fell, he fell back gently, Xu Sheng abandoned his sword, he hugged Xu Ling and shouted: "Son, wake up!" But the body temperature was still left, and the breath had been cut off.

The sky thundered, the torrential rain fell, the gods seemed to mourn Xu Ling's death, although his martial arts were mediocre, but loyalty and filial piety were rare, Fengxian didn't want to kill Xu Ling at all, his eyes were full of sadness, maybe this is the cruelty of reality, he noticed that Xu Sheng had no sword and fell into the grief of losing his son and couldn't extricate himself, so he shouted angrily: "You hurry up and kill Xu Sheng!"

Fengxian was powerless to use a sword, he ordered Gao Ji to do it, Gao Ji trembled with fear, and then looked at the blood of corpses all over the ground in the inner hall, and trembled: "Is this hell?"

"Hurry up!" Bonghyun's angry howl was louder than thunder.

Gao Ji approached Xu Sheng, he raised his small quick double knife and slashed down, and it was all over!

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