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Li Xuanyi half-knelt on the ground: "Thank you father-in-law for lifting up!

"Leave it to the Eighth Prince! Since he wants it, then our family will give him this wind on behalf of the emperor. Remember... You go to send it in person, remember to give this wind Qingyang a good Liuzhou coffin, how to say that it is also a generation of swordsmanship, even if he is dead, he can't be too shabby. The eunuch said indifferently with sarcasm in his tone.

"Yes!" Li Xuanyi ordered.

The ruins of Huashan, on the Chaoyang Peak, the ancient legend is stroking the qin, the sound of the piano is melodious and cold, between the ups and downs of the sea of clouds, the morning dew is like flying frost, and the golden glow bullies the dark snow.

Feng Qingyang lay under an old tree, stretched, and then sat up.

"You're back!"

"Yes! I'm back!"

"I didn't expect that Li Xuanyi, the king of the king, would be your person, if that sword deviated by half a point, my heart would really be pierced. But if it weren't for his last sword, I saw the shadow of your swordsmanship, and I would never let him stab him. The Western Regions Strange Technique was just a disguise, and the true core of that sword came from the Dugu Nine Swords. Feng Qingyang said.

Gu Chuanxia said: "He is no one's person." The eighth prince wants to use your life as Li Xuanyi's name, and at the same time, he also wants to completely intensify the conflict between me and the demon star, that is, he wants me to fight with the demon star in advance before July 15, so that he can see the wind and rudder, and at the same time reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

"Then why would Li Xuanyi help you?" Feng Qingyang is old and sophisticated, but he still can't see through it.

"Respect!" said Gu Chuanxia, pressing the strings.

"Respect?" said the wind thoughtfully.

"It's very simple, isn't it? The Eighth Prince wants to buy him, lure him with swords, magic skills, and elixirs, but secretly control it with poison, it seems to pay a lot, but in fact, it is just a left hand for a right hand, and even his life belongs to his Eighth Prince, the real owner of those treasures, how could it be him Li Xuanyi?"

Feng Qingyang shook his head and smiled: "Many seemingly complicated things in the world, the real reasons may often be very simple. You're good! much better than I expected. I have the strength of today, but I still don't forget the basics of being a person, I really didn't choose the wrong person at the beginning. ”

"What are you going to do next?"

Gu Chuanxia stood up, stood in front of the cliff, looked up at the heavens and the earth, and said: "Nourish qi, practice swords, concentrate on the heart, and then announce to the world... ”

"If you want to make a big fuss, don't be afraid... ”

"Why should I be afraid? The only one who can resist the grand trend is the grand trend. I already know what I should know, I have already arranged everything that should be arranged, and then it is a battle to win or lose. Let me see with my own eyes whether the martial arts of the rivers and lakes of the Ming Dynasty have really been killed by him Zhu Wanfo, and let me see with my own eyes whether the bloody nature of the Ming Dynasty has been annihilated in the loess. ”

Gu Chuanxia spread his arms, leaned forward, and then fell from the top of the cliff. Without using the slightest true qi, he let his body fall rapidly, passing through layers of white clouds, wind and fog brushing the ends of his hair.

Feng Qingyang deserves to be a famous martial arts legend, he just wrote three letters, and then the ancient legend returned to the Ming Dynasty and lived in seclusion in Huashan, waiting for the news of the battle with Zhu Wanfo Bishan on July 15 to quickly spread throughout the martial arts.

Not only did the people in the Daming rivers and lakes move when they heard the wind, but even many warriors from the Kyushu Chaos Region also rushed to Daming, just to witness the battle of Bishan on July 15.

On June 17, the heat was approaching, but it was raining heavily, mixed with hail.

Gu Chuanxia sat on Chaoyang Peak, on a whim, a little in a trance, and suddenly thought of Zhao Changsheng.

In the capital, in the palace, in the Fengtian Palace, today, Zhu Wanfo, who was called the demon star, looked down on the ministers, but there was a wisp of evil and indifference in his eyes.

In the center of the main hall, there is a row of more than 20 wooden boxes, the size of a food box, just enough to hold a human head.

"Open it and take a look! Uncle Eight Emperors! These are all useless things in the bodies of some courtiers. ”

The eighth prince did not open the box, but the eunuchs on both sides opened all the boxes separately.

In each box, there is a human head, and almost all of them are the subordinates secretly bought by the eighth prince, and some are hidden in the palace, secret agents in the harem. Some were led by the guards of the forbidden army. Some of them are ministers who hold real power in the DPRK and China. There are even concubines who have been pampered by Zhu Wanfo.

The eighth prince hugged his fists and said: "Your Majesty is rich all over the world, and if you want to kill people, the ministers are powerless to stop it, but Your Majesty handed over these heads to the ministers to see, but what does it mean?"

The emperor gestured to the eunuch beside him, and the eunuch walked down with an empty box in his hand.

"Uncle Eight Emperors, I still have an empty box here, I wonder if Uncle Eight Emperor can fill it for Zheng?" Zhu Wanfo asked in a cold voice.

"I don't know what Your Majesty means by this?" The Eighth Prince didn't seem to understand what Zhu Wanfo meant at all.

A group of forbidden guards, armed with swords, rushed into the main hall and surrounded the Eighth Prince and the courtiers around the Eighth Prince.

"Uncle Eight Emperors, if you were a virtuous prince, you wouldn't end up like this. Zhu Wanfo said coldly.

The Eighth Prince smiled indifferently, without the slightest hint of nervousness: "Is this really the case? I can live to this day, except for my virtuous name, I am afraid that it is thanks to my disobedience and holding great power! Otherwise, a glass of wine from the Son of Heaven will stop everything." ”

Zhu Wanfo was silent again.

"Eighth Emperor Uncle, to this day, there is nothing to say, you can go! I can declare to the outside world that you have accidentally felt the wind and cold, and unfortunately passed away, and your reputation has nothing to do with it. Zhu Wanfo said, as if he had lost his patience.

"Just like my hapless imperial brother?" said the Eight Sages with a sneer.

The next moment, half of the guards of the forbidden army turned their blades and quickly slashed at their comrades.

Blood stained this magnificent hall red, and in the majestic atmosphere, it was the strangeness of the forest.

A ghostly light flashed, and a cold sword had already stabbed at Zhu Wanfo.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Zhu Wanfo looked down at the assassin who suddenly appeared, his face cold.

"If you want to kill me, you can't do it!"

Zhu Wanfo raised a palm and slapped it towards the assassin, the power of this palm was very strong, and it was as if the breath in the entire hall was completely solidified.

The Assassin was knocked out with a slap and was seriously injured.

Seeing that the assassin was not killed with one palm, Zhu Wanfo's expression remained unchanged, but he caught up with one palm, wanting to slap him to death completely.

Clang!

An invisible qi sword blocked Zhu Wanfo's palm power before he killed the assassin with one palm.

"Okay! I can't imagine that even you are a rebel and a thief! I will kill you all today to get rid of future troubles. Zhu Wanfo looked at the old eunuch who had been taking care of his daily life, and his eyes became more and more cold.

Collapse! Collapse!

The invisible qi swords controlled by the old eunuch were crushed one after another, and under Zhu Wanfo's mighty palm, they couldn't resist for too long.

Syllable!

The old eunuch was also slapped by Zhu Wanfo and flew out.

This palm slapped on his Qi Sea Acupoint, and suddenly the old eunuch only felt that the internal qi in his body was surging, rapidly expanding, and almost bursting his body.

"Return to the dragon and enter the sea?" the old eunuch's face changed greatly.

"Returning to the Dragon into the Sea is a divine skill created by Cheng Zu back then, the cultivator spit out a true qi from the palm of his hand and melted into the body of others, and then rapidly expanded, exhausting the potential of the person who fused into the true qi, and then bursting out. The True Qi is returned to the cultivator, and at the same time, the full body power and potential of the True Qi person will be subdued. It is like a dragon returning to the sea, and the sea embraces all rivers. The Eighth Prince said coldly.

"After Cheng Zu died violently, this magic skill was lost. Now it seems that with the qualifications of Cheng Zu back then, he will definitely be able to see through his fate, it is the hand of the demon concubine!"

"Eighth Emperor Uncle! Although your Emperor Extreme Heaven-Shattering Fist is inherited from Taizu, it is far less powerful than my Returning Dragon into the Sea! Vainly trying to make an enemy of me is simply asking for a dead end. Zhu Wanfo sneered, slapped out his palm, and forced the eighth prince to retreat again and again. The palm force flew over, almost lifting the entire hall out.

(To be continued.) )