Although the spring buckle is back in his hand, Hu Buxi is still anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

There was Zhu Nanzhan in front and Fan Zhongye in the back, all of whom were held hostage by the Han family's father and son with blades, and he was caught in the middle, in a dilemma.

The temple is empty, and the sound of fighting outside the door can be heard clearly. Of course, Hu Buxi understands that some changes are happening in the Great Xiangguo Temple, but he can only stalemate with the Han family father and son here, and he can't do anything.

Han Kuo's purpose was undoubtedly to stall for time. The hijacking of Zhu Nanzhan and Fan Zhongye is also out of consideration for not leaking the news. Once Hu Buxi wants to do something, the Han family father and son will definitely not show mercy.

Of course, it is nothing for the half-old and immortal old man to say that he is not happy, but Zhu Nanzhan's life cannot be so child's play.

But it's still too late.

Since Zhu Nanzhan is willing to use his body as bait and exchange the spring buckle back to Hu Buxi's hand, he should have a plan.

Although it is also a mystery why Han Kuo returned the spring mood so refreshed, Hu Buxi always felt that the situation was not hopelessly bad.

Bianliang City is now in a state of moving the whole body.

Soon after the destruction of the Hanfu Library, a group of people streamed out from the back door, scattered in all directions, and walked around the central axis of Bianliang.

When Jin Wuwei, who was defending the city, felt that something was wrong, the general situation was irreversible. Nearly a third of the guards were wiped out in the shadows by this group, and when the news reached the city gates, the entire city of Jinwuwei became anxious.

"Suspend releases. The soldiers at the gate got the same news.

Just after watching the Hundred Meetings of the Male Sword, the heroes of the rivers and lakes who returned from the end of their lives were inevitably dissatisfied, and a small conflict broke out by the city gate.

And these small conflicts, on the contrary, have accumulated energy and necessary time for the event that will not be long after.

In front of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Except for Dongfang Lianmo, in this world, there should be no one who can resist the joint attack of Ouyang Zelai and Han Jiege.

As early as 20 years ago, these two people were already well-known first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. After 20 years of tempering, there has never been a day of relaxation, and the move skills are even more proficient to the point of perfection. Except for the natural ghost talent like Dongfang Lian Mo, almost no one can use their own strength to defeat one against two.

It is already difficult to have one enemy and two enemies, and Han Jige and Ouyang Zelai are even more ruthless, the more they fight, the more fierce they become, and they all greet Han Toast to the death hole.

The knife is as fast as the wind, and the pen is as treacherous as a snake.

Han toasted and fought and retreated, and the majestic and surging purple qi around him became thinner and thinner as he frothed, gradually becoming powerless and full of flaws.

Ouyang Zelai and Han Jiege are already experienced in a hundred battles, how can they let Han Toast sell these flaws, and they can catch one by one. Supplemented by the combination of Zhengqi, as time went by, Han Zhujiu almost had no power to fight back.

Rao is moves can't match the two, but Han Zhuto's momentum still doesn't lose even the slightest.

"Come again, come again, brother, when did you become the emperor's crotch lackey?" hahahahaha!"

Han Juge didn't say a word, he was furious, and every knife he swung out of his hand was full of shocking anger.

"I don't know who practiced swords and became obsessed with magic when I was young, and I just thought that one day I would become famous all over the world and be at ease in the world! I don't know who was confident that he had amazing skills, and he was with the powerful and powerful of Bianliang all day long. Brother, I'm really tired of your posture!"

Han toasted and laughed to himself, full of pain. Han Jiege always gritted his teeth, did not say a word, and his hand wielding the knife was always steady.

He didn't speak, and Ouyang Zelai was silent. On the entire empty street, only Han Toast's wild laughter could be heard, echoing for a long time.

Surrounded by black-clothed guards, the emperor of the Zhao family had already walked to the gate of the Great Xiangguo Temple, and looked coldly at this earth-shattering fight on the street.

Zhao Wu'an, who was unable to act, was also instructed by the emperor to follow him by the guards.

It has become an indisputable fact that Han Zhujiu is at a disadvantage, and with the tacit cooperation of the two masters, he can't even go further.

But Rao is like this, his eyes have never left the emperor from beginning to end.

"Do you think he is evil?" asked the Emperor.

On the streets, Han toasted and destroyed half of the wall with one palm. Ouyang Zelai then shook his sleeves and scattered all the flying ashes that came to his face.

"You lackeys, lackeys!" Han toasted with a maniacal laugh.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his head and groaned for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not a righteous person." ”

"Then do you think I am evil?" the Emperor asked again.

Zhao Wu'an stared at his yellow robe. "Not wicked. ”

The emperor smiled silently: "Well said, it is worthy of being the person next to Garan An Xulie." ”

Although the other party was the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, when Jia Lan's name was mentioned, Zhao Wu'an still frowned.

"Let's go. The Great Song Emperor took a step, "I am in a good mood today, so I will kindly let you enter the Great Song Imperial Palace." ”

He paused, "It just so happens that your friend is waiting, too." ”

The guards have begun to follow the Emperor.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned: "But this ......"

Behind them, the three first-class masters were still fighting.

But the emperor was unmoved, and walked forward leisurely.

On the central axis of Bianliang City, the emperor of the Zhao family wore a dazzling yellow robe, and walked steadily towards the palace surrounded by black-clothed guards.

There were two other guards, one on the left and one on the right, holding Zhao Wu'an, following behind.

Except for a few of them, there was no one on the entire wide central axis street.

It seems that the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty did not visit the Great Xiangguo Temple this time, although he went out on foot, he had already let Jin Wuwei evacuate the central axis of the street.

Why did the emperor visit Daexiangguoji Temple?

Zhao Wu'an frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

The death of Garan Anxulie, at this point in the investigation, the suspense is pitiful, and the coffin can almost be concluded.

In addition, Mo Dao won in the Hundred Meetings of the Male Sword and took away the Canghai Returnee among the Seven Divine Soldiers, and Han Zhujiu, who broke through the Silent Formation, was also powerless under the attack of Han Jige and Ouyang Zelai, and even the emperor could walk on the street with confidence without worrying about his attack.

But there seems to be something else that has been forgotten.

Why didn't Hu Buxi show up? There was such a loud noise outside the temple, it was impossible for him not to hear it.

Behind Zhao Wu'an, a purple aura rose into the sky, but it was seventy percent thinner than the previous heavenly pillar.

The lamp pole in Han Toast's hand was picked up by Ouyang Zelai, and Han Jige followed closely and stabbed him in the right shoulder.

"You don't understand at all. ”

It wasn't until he stabbed his biological brother with a knife that Han Jige finally spoke, and his voice was like cold iron.

"The life of the common people is tied to the king, and the life of the king blesses the common people. ”

With a pop, the slender knife was pulled out of Han Toast's shoulder, bringing out a blood flower.

"And you, who are not worthy of carrying this burden, have no reason to blatantly take the burden from the shoulders of others. ”

The blade spun and stabbed into the left shoulder once more.

This time, Han Zhujiu's arms drooped, his eyes were full of cruel contempt, and he remained motionless.

The rich purple qi began to rise from his body, gradually dispersing into the blue sky above the Bianliang.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly shook his whole body and raised his head.

The place where the calf had been nailed into by a hidden weapon was now a painful reminder to him that he had indeed forgotten something.