Acting for the gods

Chapter 305 Two Guns Chen Pingping

Jiang Fan didn't care about Fan Xian's feelings at all, telling him this was just to let the other party recognize the reality.

Emperor Qing Jiang Fan could be killed or not.

But when Jiang Fan approached the imperial study room, he discovered through the golden pupil that Emperor Qing actually wanted to kill himself in a pretentious manner, and there were no less than three sets of plans.

This is unbearable!

Jiang Fan can understand Emperor Qing's psychology, but understanding is nothing more than understanding. If you want to kill me, then you can't stay.

On the other side, Wuzhu took the iron braze to kill the Quartet, and more and more people were killed by the masters.

The dialogue between Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping has also reached the final stage.

"It is true that you did not kill her, and your hands were not stained with her blood, but you will never be able to convince yourself, nor the slave me, nor change the fact... 17 years ago, you personally designed to kill her, Killed a great... no, a lonely woman who just gave birth to a son for you and was at the weakest moment of her life."

"The most despicable and shameless thing in the world is this."

After Chen Pingping finished speaking, she looked exhausted. She sat on the black wheelchair and slowly closed her eyes.

Emperor Qing's calm face turned pale, he was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "That's right, I killed her."

Immediately, his eyes were filled with calmness and solemnity: "But so what?"

"Just for your ambition, for that rotten chair, you kill her!"

Fan Jian's face was red, his eyes seemed to have cut Emperor Qing into pieces.

Emperor Qing said indifferently: "Didn't she give me my ambition and ambition?"

"Back then, I was just an inconspicuous heir in Prince Cheng's mansion. Although I had great ambitions, sympathized with the hardships of the people, and wanted to change everything in this war, but I had no power or wealth. How could I achieve all of this?"

Emperor Qing looked at Chen Pingping and Fan Jian, and said with a slight mockery: "It's her, you, and you, all of them, who let me sit on this dragon chair step by step, and have the power and possibility to realize my dreams. "

"Since I have sat on this dragon chair, I have to fulfill that unattainable dream. Governing a country is not about raising flowers and weeding, or just talking about it. As a king, in order to achieve the goal, anyone can die , no matter who it is, as long as they try to stop me, I will kill him, so many people can sacrifice, why can't she die?"

"Of course not."

Fan Jian was angry.

In his opinion, everyone in the world can die, except Ye Qingmei.

Chen Pingping was even more straightforward. His hands were already on the handle of the wheelchair.

Emperor Qing suddenly felt uneasy, and subconsciously looked at Chen Pingping, and then heard a loud noise.

Boom!
A strong wind blew outside the imperial study room, and two streams of violent air mixed with powerful gunpowder, iron sand, and steel balls violently blasted towards Emperor Qing's body.

That was the weapon Ye Qingmei left for Chen Pingping.

When Chen Pingping's legs were disabled, Ye Qingmei was worried about his safety, so she mobilized all her abilities and secretly arranged this life-saving magic weapon for Chen Pingping.

The two armrests of the wheelchair are modified shotguns.

For more than ten years, Chen Pingping has never used it. The first time she used it, she pointed the gun at Emperor Qing.

Countless steel balls and iron filings bombarded Emperor Qing's body under the explosive force of the gunpowder.

"Crackling~"

The bullet collided with the flesh, making a sound like rain hitting a banana leaf.

The smoke spread from the handle of the wheelchair, and then dissipated extremely quickly.

The door behind Emperor Qing had been beaten into sores, sawdust and rubble were falling down, and there were many holes in the dragon robe on Emperor Qing's body, and the holes felt slightly burnt.

Everything happened in an instant, and I saw that Emperor Qing's whole body was full of vigor, howling like the wind, and the strong counter-shock force pushed back Fan Jian and Ying Ying who were about to attack.

Under the impact of the royal aura of kingly power, Fan Jian and Yingying vomited blood, and quickly slid back. The two of them grabbed Chen Pingping's wheelchair by the way, causing a series of sparks to rub against the wheelchair and the ground outside the imperial study.

Emperor Qing, the grand master, was indeed skilled. He was shot by two shotguns at close range. Although he was injured, he did not die.

However, even so, Emperor Qing looked quite embarrassed at this time, bleeding profusely from his palms and body.

Feeling the breath of death, Emperor Qing was extremely angry, his right hand was bluffed, and several strong qi burst out of the air, trying to pinch Chen Pingping, Fan Jian and Yingying together.

"Whoosh~"

At this moment, two big flying swords shot towards him, crushing Emperor Qing's true energy.

Jiang Fan flew to the imperial study and intercepted Emperor Qing who was running away: "Your business has been finished, and it's our turn."

Emperor Qing knew that the person in front of him was a lifelong enemy, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Who the hell are you? Why are you fighting against me?"

At this time, an old man with a white beard suddenly flew behind Jiang Fan, stretched out his white hands like gold and stone, and patted Jiang Fan's back.

"Liuyun Sanshou Ye Liuyun, right?"

Jiang Fan received a hard palm and remained motionless. He turned his head to look at the old man behind him, showing a kind smile.

However, this smile made Ye Liuyun's heart beat wildly.

He knew very well that the power of his palm just now would shatter even gold and iron, but the young man in front of him didn't even move a single bit.

He is not human!

It is impossible for a person to have such a strong body, not even for a great master!

Because he himself is a great master.

The moment this thought arose, Ye Liuyun's figure retreated violently, heading towards where Fan Xian was.

He was originally the trump card prepared by Emperor Qing, originally used to deal with Ku He and Si Gu Jian, but Wu Shuang's appearance disrupted Emperor Qing's plan.

That's why they appeared in advance, hiding around Emperor Qing, in order to deal with Wushuang.

Emperor Qing didn't want to expose Ye Liuyun in advance, but Chen Pingping's two shots seriously injured Emperor Qing. Facing Wushuang, there was more danger than luck, so Ye Liuyun had to take action at this time.

"Shameless thief!"

Jiang Fan had noticed Ye Liuyun's existence a long time ago, and he took the slap just now, just to test the opponent's attack power.

The defensive power of the twelve-layer "King Kong Indestructible Boy Skill" made Jiang Fan's defensive power reach an unbelievable level. Ye Liuyun's palm hit even Jiang Fan's body-protecting qi.

Grandmaster, that's it?

For Grandmaster, Jiang Fan now has a more intuitive understanding.

With a thought, Qingshuang flew out, faster than Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun, who originally planned to take Fan Xian as a hostage, felt the crisis and had to turn around and take the sword.

I saw that his pupils suddenly burst into light, like flowing clouds enveloping the sun, absorbing the energy from the sun, with a muffled grunt, he arched Wuji's palms into a circle, and closed them together inwards!
There was a crisp "snap", but the empty air was like hard metal. After a while, it was crushed by this pair of pure white hands. They closed their palms on the blade of the sword, but his figure was crushed. Forced to back again and again!

(End of this chapter)