Chapter Ninety-Two: Rebellion

Shen Yiwu pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "Shen doesn't understand the morality of the rivers and lakes, but even if Wei Daxia and the Seven Dukes have a common enmity, they should justifiably challenge Wei Daxia, fight for life and death, sneak attack and plot, and be ashamed." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"How good it is, the seventh prince respects Shen Gongzi even more, and there is some ink in his stomach, but he is more reckless and sensible than the rivers and lakes who only know how to fight and kill, and understand righteousness. As he spoke, he turned his wrist and stirred the black iron rod fiercely, and the smile on his face was even more weird.

"Brute, I'm going to slaughter you. A disciple was so angry that his whole body trembled, he went out desperately with a sword, and just fell in one step, but he was pointed out by Mo Zihan in the acupoint, his body stiffened, and then he collapsed to the ground, his eyes were like fire, staring at Jian Qi, with heavy breathing, blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and he was already angry.

"Oh, this is Lord Mo, the head catcher of the six doors, and his skills are really extraordinary...... How did you find out about my Jian Qi's murder. ”

Shen Yiwu saw Wei Chuan's throat throbbing, his face turned blue, and he knew that he couldn't last long, so he endured his anger and said in a deep voice: "Seventh Prince, if you repay your kindness, you can have a good time, you don't have to be so ruthless......"

"Shh......h Don't worry, the seventh prince is here, and there is one more thing, that is, to make a special trip to report to Wei Daxia, Wei Daxia, Wei Daxia, if you can hear the words of the seventh prince, blink your eyes......"

Wei Chuan really blinked his eyes, and the seventh prince danced with his hands, "Excellent, excellent, it seems that your life is very hard, for a while, you can't die, then the seventh prince will tell you a secret, Ling Ai's ass is really fair, soft and tight......"

"Shut up!" Mo Zihan was furious.

"The Seventh Prince. Please respect yourself. Shen Yiwu couldn't bear it anymore and scolded angrily. "Wei Daxia is dead, why do you want to do evil here?"

Wei Chuan at this time. The blood veins in the throat were rough, the eyes were bloody, the whole body was twitching, and he looked very excited, and the blood was spurting outward along the iron rod, which was shocking.

"Tut-tut...... It's a pity......" The Seventh Prince shook his head and looked at the splattered blood, with a look of regret.

With a "choking" sound, Mo Zihan broke his sword out of the sheath. It was close to three inches of the throat of the seventh prince, and if the long sword was not cut off by Liu Yi, this stab would definitely succeed. However, it was three inches short, and the seventh prince survived, retreated with a cane, and flirted with Mo Zihan. As soon as the iron rod was pulled out, blood poured out, spurting out a person's height, and Mo Zihan's whole body was immediately stained with blood red. However, he held his breath, his face was cold, and he pneumatic his dantian and condensed his palm. Shen Jian swept towards the iron rod, taking advantage of the momentum to slash back, making it a "winding" word. This was seen through by the Seventh Prince, and he sneered. With a heavy wrist press, there was a "dang" sound. The iron rod touched the ground, and he jumped back with his strength to avoid the outside.

Shen Yiwu saw that the blood was like a spring, and immediately rushed over, but before he could get close, the green light appeared, and the immortal sword flew up on the ground, like a blue light, brushing Mo Zihan's shoulder, and directly took the throat of the seventh prince, and the seventh prince deceived Mo Zihan, and when he was proud, the green mang flashed out, and he was shocked, and hurriedly blocked it, "dang" With a sound, the seventh prince stiffened on the spot, the iron rod standing upright in front of him left a partial hole, blood gushed down from the throat and the back of the neck, and the blue light drew a circle in the air, swooped down tremblingly, and then passed through the chest of the seventh prince, swept over Mo Zihan's skirt, and stabbed at Wei Chuan.

"Ahh At this time, I heard the sound of "dang chang", and the seventh prince knelt on the ground, his head drooped, and he did not move.

The disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect rushed up and immediately chopped Jian Qi into a pool of flesh and blood, which was unbearable, which made Mo Zihan, who was full of anger, shudder, even though he had seen the broken corpse, but he had not witnessed the tragic scene of the corpse.

"Wei Daxia!" Shen Yiwu knelt in front of Wei Chuan, saw his lips open, and hurriedly passed over to his ear, only to hear "It's still ...... Still...... Give ......", at the same time, seeing Wei Chuan's right hand, touching left and right on the ground, the silver hairpin was at hand, but he couldn't touch it, Shen Yiwu immediately understood, and sent the silver hairpin to Wei Chuan's hand, Wei Chuan's cheeks bulged slightly, his eyes were distracted, and a trace of surprise flashed, and then he held the hairpin's hand, raised it slightly, and made a weak voice in his throat: "Yuan...... Yuan ......" However, before he finished speaking, there was a "ding" sound, his arm sank, and the silver hairpin slipped to the ground.

"Master!"

"Uncle Wei!" Yuan Linhui immediately knelt down.

Shen Yiwu still pressed Wei Chuan's wound, felt the surging blood, gradually calmed down, his nose was sore, and he sank his head.

Yuan Linhui took a deep breath, got up suddenly, looked coldly at his sister, who was lost and depressed, "choked", pulled out his long sword, and pressed it against his sister's chest, "I want your hairpin! I want your hairpin! If it weren't for your nonsense, all the martial arts colleagues wouldn't leave, Jian Qi wouldn't have a chance to start, Uncle Wei wouldn't die, sister, Hugh blamed sister for being ruthless, one life for another, and closed her eyes." ”

"Sister, I killed Uncle Wei, Daddy must blame me!" Yuan Linyu cried bitterly and closed his teary eyes.

"Senior sister, be merciful. ”

"Senior sister, be merciful. ”

The people of the Qingyun faction pleaded for Yuan Linyu one after another.

"Miss Yuan, stop. As soon as Yuan Linyu closed his eyes, Yuan Linhui's shoulders sank, and he stabbed a sword, and the Huashan disciples were surprised, and hurriedly shouted, and got up to stop it, but it was too late, and the sword had already been submerged.

"Senior sister!"

"Senior sister!"

Seeing that Yuan Linyu was not alive, the disciples of Qingyun immediately knelt down and begged bitterly.

Yuan Lin Hui is arrogant, unwilling to owe favors, feeling that if it weren't for his sister's stubbornness, Wei Chuan would not have died, and now only his sister can be cut off with one life, this sword stabbed out, not a coy posture, but the long sword in his hand, about to go straight into his sister's heart, the resistance on the sword suddenly disappeared, flashed, my sister was gone, and the long sword in her hand had been cut in half.

"If there is a fault, they are all dead, and what is the point of living? Besides, Lord Red Eagle was killed by Jian Qi, and it has nothing to do with her at all, even if it has a relationship, what is the use of you killing her, just to have peace of mind. Mo Zihan handed Yuan Linyu to Shen Yiwu while reasoning with Yuan Linhui, his tone was flat and his expression was indifferent.

"I killed Uncle Wei, I deserve to die!" Yuan Linyu lay on the ground, looking at Wei Chuan's corpse, tears welling up.

"You don't have to blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you. Shen Yiwu comforted him, pulled out the broken sword violently, and immediately pressed the wound with his left hand, "It didn't hurt the vital point, and it didn't get in the way." Yuan Linyu frowned, the sea was soaked with sweat, and the pain was extremely painful, as you can imagine, but her frosty lips were tightly closed and she didn't say a word.

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect stayed at the side of the gang, worrying and delighted.

Yuan Lin Hui secretly regretted it, threw the broken sword on the ground, and tears came out of his eyes.

In the direction of Qi Tiange, three figures scurried and rushed quickly, it was the sixth senior brother, Tang Zijin, and Miao Wu, who rushed to the front, their faces were flushed, and their expressions were low, "The people of the Dang clan don't agree." ”

"Master's injury is on. Tang Zihan saw that everyone looked sad, a pool of flesh and blood in the distance, and his heart was ominous, while asking, he walked towards the master, the sixth senior brother and Miao Wu saw Tang Zijin slow down, and he knelt down again, his head was silent, and he immediately walked quickly, only to see that the master's face was like ashes, and there was no color, so he glanced at the foreign brothers with a dull expression, "This wound, what's going on?"

"Senior brother, it's the seventh ...... Jane"

"There are so many of you...... So many people ......" the sixth senior brother was full of grief and indignation, "sam" had to draw his sword and come out against the junior brother at his feet, "Say, what are you doing?"

"I killed Uncle Wei, don't blame them, you can kill me. Yuan Linyu endured the pain and propped himself up.

The sixth senior brother turned his face to look at Yuan Linyu, he was puzzled, what does this have to do with her Qingyun faction, suddenly the sword light flashed, and the long sword in Miao Wu's hand had reached Yuan Linyu's throat, and the sharp blade had left a bloodshot on the white jade-like neck. Yuan Linyu raised his face with tears and closed his eyes to die.

"Say!" Miao Wu roared at Yuan Linyu.

"Miao Shaoxia, don't be impulsive, this matter has nothing to do with Miss Yuan!" Shen Yiwu saw that Miao Wu was angry, and he was afraid of missing, and the disciples of the Qingyun Sect had also pressed the hilt of the sword with their hands, and the situation was tense, so he hurriedly explained.

"Senior Brother Miao, please calm your anger!" the Qingyun Sect disciple persuaded: "This matter really has nothing to do with Senior Sister. ”

"Senior sister, look!" A Qingyun sect disciple pointed in the direction of Qi Tiange and reported to Yuanlin Huiyu.

Everyone raised their eyes, and the heroes of the martial arts, as well as the people in the sect, went and returned, surging like a tide, stopping in front of the two factions of Qingyun and Huashan, all with solemn expressions. (To be continued.) )