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The things in the world are unpredictable, and Sikong Zhao, who died suddenly in prison, will appear in front of everyone at this critical time.

"No, how is this possible?" Ahn was stunned by the scene in front of him, he never thought that his carefully planned murder would come to naught.

"You've always thought you were smart, but you never thought you were as stupid as a pig. Sun Xiangyuan said, "When we asked Guo Shangjiu to go to the state government to ask for a few days, we had already thought that it was absolutely impossible for you to do it, and you wished that he would die early, so I wrote a letter and took it back when Guo Xueqin and them arrived in Jinling, and asked my father, that is, the prefect of Jinling, to send a message to the state government to save Sikong Zhao's life." ”

"No, didn't we spend 500 taels of silver? The people from the state government took the silver and promised to settle it as soon as possible, and we also saw Sikong Zhao's body, how is this possible?" An Quan was puzzled, and everyone didn't know what was going on.

"You don't even know the most basic things, what do you want to be the head of the Fengmen, the Dingzhou Mansion is subordinate to Jinling, don't say that you are only 500 taels, even if you have gold and silver, it won't help, do you say he listens to you or his superior prefect?" Sun Xiangyuan said proudly.

"What's the matter with Sikong Zhao's corpse?" An Quanquan's eyes widened like brass bells.

"Executing Sikong Zhao is also our idea, let the state government find a death row prisoner who is similar to Sikong Zhao, pretend to be Sikong Zhao, and send him back after the execution, so that you feel that he is dead, creating such a false impression is nothing more than wanting you to relax your vigilance and leave a disciple for Fengmen. Jia Mengle continued, "Now that Sikong Zhao is here, it is impossible for you to become the head of the Fengmen, because after all, you are only the chief butler of the Fengmen, not even a regular disciple, how can you be the head of the Fengmen?"

"We have already arrived in Dingzhou yesterday, and Jia Gongzi asked us to go to the state government to lead people, and now is the right time. "It was the Four Ghost Zombies of the Western Regions who spoke.

"Impossible! impossible!" A wave of heat rushed straight towards An Quan's head, and he didn't expect that the revenge and power grabbing plan he had painstakingly managed would be gone.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were in the midst of the war, and Zhang Liang and Han Xin sealed Hou. After a few flicks of the fingers, how many heroes have dreams! An Quan is trying to accomplish the great cause, but he never imagined that this moment is a dream.

"The Buddhist scriptures have clouds: 'Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like electricity and dew.'" It should be viewed as such. When the Dharma arises from causes, I say that they are causes, and when they are destroyed, I say so. There is a reason for this, there is a reason for this, there is no reason for this, there is no reason for this, and there is no reason for this, and there is no reason for this, and there is no reason for Life is impermanent, even if you give you all the powerful in the world, what does it matter, you don't bring it with you in life, you don't bring it with you, you don't bring it with you, you know this is the case, why bother in the first place? Repent well, I hope you can ask God for forgiveness with your repentance!" When Jia Mengle was proud, he began to persuade him with Buddhist scriptures.

"Hahaha, you let me repent? No, never? Although Guo Zhentian was not killed by me, it can be regarded as revenge, although his martial arts secrets have not been found, but at least I can also be the head of the Fengmen, and I don't believe that I can't find it here! The four of you are here, and it is nothing more than four more unjust ghosts!" An Quanquan did not look at the four ghosts and zombies of the Western Regions at all.

"Hehe, do you want to fight? It just so happens that I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, come, let's have a fight. The Four Ghost Zombies of the Western Regions stepped forward, took out the pen, and used the "Lishu Technique". Don't look at the zombie is not good-looking, short and thin, but the Confucian thing of calligraphy has been moved to the sword and sword, only to see "Fang Jin is clumsy, and the silkworm is no two colors." Like a turtle and a turtle, dot painting pitching. Silkworm head and goose tail, left and right. The pen must be folded three times, heavy and turbid. Geese do not fly in pairs, and they are categorical. ”

How dare An power slacken, easily get a sword, the left hand holds the sword, the right hand is drawn into a finger sword, the hands are ringed, slowly raised, this starting hand style is an exhibition, the changes are endless, and suddenly a sword light is formed around, this is the Taiji swordsmanship, a total of fifty-four styles, people are confused, can not distinguish between the virtual and the real, only to see the sword light in all directions, "Ding Ding Dangdang" will be the zombie points, horizontal, vertical, skimming, pinching, folding, lifting, hook one by one. In the end, the sword light pointed directly at the throat of the zombie.

"Fourth careful!" Jia Mengle knew the consequences of going on like this, and saw An Quan's sword light pointing directly at the throat of the zombie, and everyone was dumbfounded.

An Quan had to withdraw his sword, and turned sideways to use the "birds don't fly" Tai Chi Dipping Eighteen Style, Zhu Zixiu only felt a shock to his arm, the sword did not obey the call, and was sucked up, thanks to the zombie judgment pen, a horizontal bar passed, and Zhu Zixiu was rescued, the two stood on the same side, a sword and a stroke, a text and a martial arts and An Quan confronted, everyone could see that this was not a confrontation, depending on the situation just now, the zombie and Zhu Zixiu had already shown their numbers, and An Quan had not yet used his full strength.

Suddenly, Sikong Zhao drew his sword and moved forward, making a move "Immortal from the way", only to see the sword blade stabbing straight towards An Quanquan, and An Quanquan saw this and retreated again and again.

"You guys go up together, it will save me some effort. This was addressed to the young man in white at the door.

From the moment he stepped through the door, he never said a word, as if he was an independent bystander, and like an emperor who controlled everything, except for the big slashing knife in his arms, which flickered from time to time with a cold light or two, like a fierce beast that could choose to devour at any time.

"I don't like to fight in groups!" the boy said coldly without glancing at An Quanquan, as if he was speaking to himself.

Jia Mengle and Sun Xiangyuan all wanted him to help, because they knew that An Quanquan's martial arts were so high and Tai Chi gossip was powerful, and they knew that they could repel the disciples of Zhongfeng Sect with one move, even if Wei Zombie, Zhu Zixiu and Sikong Zhao joined forces, they might not be his opponents.

"Damn, if you still want to use wheel tactics, just rely on you yellow-haired boys, see what you can do to me?" Ahn Quan yelled.

"Old immortal, what can we do with wheel tactics?" Look at the move, the zombie said that it was a stroke, this pen was splashed ink, and I saw the pen like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down, overwhelmingly towards the power of An.

I saw An Quan swinging his sword vigorously, and forced all the pen and ink back one by one, which shows that the internal strength of others is profound. The poor zombie was injured by his own brushwork, which was unprecedented, he staggered back, but the sword of power had already been issued, and the poor zombie's life was on the verge of death.

Zhu Zixiu and Sikong Zhao hurriedly struck, and the two sharp swords stabbed towards An Power at the same time. An Quanquan did not hurry to raise his sword to greet him, only to see that he held the sword in his left hand, and the strength of his right hand, the three swords were instantly glued together, which is the subtlety of the Taiji sword. An Quan pulled to the right, and with a thunderous momentum, his right hand shot at Zhu Zixiu and Sikong Zhao at the same time.

Hearing only two loud "booms", Zhu Zixiu and Sikong Zhao fell in response to the sound and fell heavily on the wall, spitting blood out of their mouths. The hateful An Quan drew his sword and stabbed straight at Zhu Zixiu.

I saw that the zombie was desperate, using the last bit of strength, and rushed towards Zhu Zixiu, and An Quanquan's sword pierced deep into his back.

"How are you?" Zhu Zixiu asked worriedly, hugging the zombie in his arms.

"I ...... I...... It's okay!" With such a sword, nothing is fake, I saw him smile and said happily, "Yes...... Die...... At...... You...... ...... in my arms"

"Okay, if you want to die, I'll do it for you!" When An Quan was about to exert force again, he saw a white light flash like lightning, and he had to retract his hand when he saw this.

It was the cold-faced man in white who made the shot, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to seal the zombies' various points, and then slowly stood up.

"Powerful, no wonder it's so arrogant. As soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was any, and An Quan knew at this time that this young man in white was extraordinary, and he was busy opening the formation and preparing to face the battle.

I saw the young man in white holding a big knife in his hand, slashing straight towards An Power like a storm, An Power saw that the knife wind was fierce, and hurriedly drew his sword to counteract, using "Eighteen Styles of Birds Don't Fly", the swords instantly stuck together, but the young man in white was very strong, how could he pull it, the young man in white shook his arm, and the horizontal knife slashed along the sword body to An Quan.

This move really surprised An Quanquan, he never expected that this "birds don't fly" move would have no effect on the cold-faced white-clothed young man's big knife.

You know, "the bird doesn't fly" is because the bird's strength is not enough, although this young man's knife technique is average, but the momentum is fierce, the internal force is sufficient, how can it be sticky? An power secretly complained, he frustrated everyone up and down the wind gate in one go, and also defeated the later zombies, Zhu Zixiu and Sikong Zhao one by one, but he never expected that the young man in white in front of him would have such a deep internal force. He hurriedly abandoned his sword and retreated, using the "left and right tail of the bird" of Taijiquan in order to protect himself.

The young man in white didn't bother to pay attention to it, just slashed forward vigorously, only to hear the sound of the knife wind, the light of the knife tore through the night like lightning, and went towards An Power like a fierce beast.

An power has never seen such a knife technique, it is not too much to describe it with a galloping speed, don't say that he has not seen it, everyone present has not seen it, although the knife technique seems a little clumsy, there is no good look and discipline at all, like a farmer beating a dog, but full of strength, fast speed, this is power, strong willful, weak to accept fate.

An power can't rely on it at all, seeing the knife wind, he retreated again and again, and finally retreated to the side of the pillar, this pillar is about the thickness of a bucket, only to see the clumsy knife of the young man in white cut off at once, An power flashed, the knife cut deep into the pillar, and couldn't pull it out for a while, An power saw this, and hurriedly went up, stretched out his hand to hit the chest of the young man in white, this is the right time for An Quanquan to see it, with enough strength, this palm is also 10,000 catties heavy.

Everyone was stunned, and finally there was someone who could compete with An Quan, but they didn't expect that they could not take out the knife when they cut it into the pillar, so they could only be slapped by others.

It's too late, it's slow, An Quanquan's palm power has reached the chest of the young man in white, and he only heard the sound of "whoop", which surprised everyone, it was not the young man in white who fell, but An Quanquan, who was clearly shocked by the young man in white.

An Quan took a few steps back, and with a "boom", he hit the wall hard, and even the dust on the eaves shook down, and blood gushed out of his mouth, which happened to fall in front of Mrs. Wang.

"You...... You...... This is...... What the...... Internal strength?" An Quan stretched out his hand hard, but he couldn't lift his hand.

"I don't know what internal skills are, I just know that I can use it in fights, and I can kill people if I can kill people. The young man in white said coldly with a face like frost.

"Brother Power, stop fighting! It's all over. Mrs. Wang saw poor An Quan and stretched out her hand, but An Quan didn't look at him.

"Young man, please spare me! An Quan endured the pain and crawled weakly to his knees.

"You have no grievances with me, why should I kill you? As long as you don't kill these people, I will let you go. The young man in white said expressionlessly, he seemed to only know one expression, cold.

"Thank you Shaoxia, I will definitely follow your instructions and go to the soup for you, and I will not hesitate to ......" At this time, An Quan is no longer the one who was invincible just now, and An Quan who wants to kill everyone as the head of the house, crawls on the ground, kowtowing again and again, like a dog that can wag its tail.

"Ahh

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