This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 892
After figuring out the reason for this, Lu Hanjiang hesitated a little.

Although Wu Qiming made it clear that other than Shangguan Shaoqin were not important at all, it seemed a bit inappropriate if he killed his son and made friends with him later.

Kuai Baihu had just returned after sending a letter from this meeting. Lu Hanjiang was thinking. He didn't dare to disturb him, so he turned to Qianhu Ying Wushang, and respectfully asked for instructions: "My lord, brothers are ready, I don't know when to start." ?”

Ying Wushang was taken aback for a moment, but he soon came to his senses, the fight between the snipe and the clam for the fisherman's profit has always been the Jin Yiwei's forte, especially since the Xuantian Sect has been blacklisted by the imperial court from top to bottom, they started fighting There is no need to worry about anything.

But if the matter is so simple, there is no need for Kuai Baihu to ask for instructions. Ying Wushang seemed to have guessed something, and he asked quickly: "How is the situation inside?"

Kuai Baihu replied: "Wen Shenyang is alone against the Xuantian Sect. Counting the journey, the masters of the Shangguan family still have a stick of incense to arrive. When the time comes, we will make a move, and we will be able to make great achievements in one battle."

Facing such masters as Qianmian Dharma King and Wen Shenyang, it is obviously not worthwhile to ask Jin Yiwei to pay for his life, so Kuai Baihu's arrangement here is a hidden crossbow array.

Once the two sides fight hand-to-hand and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me, Jin Yiwei will use arrows to fish in troubled waters, shooting one to death counts as one, anyway, it is not a loss.

Moreover, according to Kuai Baihu's estimate, when two tigers fight, there will always be an injury. No matter which one loses and they take advantage of it, it is very cost-effective.

As for the members of Shangguan's family, if they die, they will die. Jin Yiwei encircled and suppressed Xuantianjiao, a rebel bandit in the imperial court. It can only be considered bad luck for them to be involved.

At the end, Kuai Baihu added: "By the way, that Shangguan son is young and promising, we didn't go after him specially, but this kid secretly followed him. He is worthy of being the young master of the Shangguan family."

Kuai Baihu's smile made Ying Wushang's heart tighten. To Jin Yiwei, a son of a rich businessman is not worth mentioning at all, and it's no big deal if he dies.

But now he couldn't figure out what Lu Hanjiang was thinking, so he could only wait in torment, because before coming to Dongdu, Wu Qiming had told him that it was best to save the life of the Shangguan family.

"Forget it, Mr. Wu always has to give face."

When Ying Wushang was very nervous, Lu Hanjiang finally let go. He turned around and threw the binoculars to himself, and strode away, leaving only a faint order: "Brothers, you can't come here for nothing, see you later." Let's meet friends from Shangguan's family."

"Yes, I understand, my lord, go slowly."

Ying Wushang breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, and told Kuai Baihu next to him, "Let's slow down a bit, and give Xuantianjiao a meeting gift after the two sides have decided the victory."

"Yes." Kuai Baihu stepped back in response.

Ying Wushang picked up the binoculars and looked at the battle situation in the distance. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help muttering: "She is the person from Shangguan's house?"

Surrounded by the Xuantian Sect, Wen Chenyang became more and more restrained. The thousand-faced Dharma King's elusive fighting style had already consumed too much energy for no reason.

Now he has spent most of his internal strength, but he can't even find out where the opponent's real body is. Even if he wants to capture the thief and the king, the other "Thousand-faced Law King" has no intention of fighting.

A group of men in black were crazily consuming his internal energy with their wheels. Wen Shenyang had calmed down from the initial anger. He knew that if this continued, he might be in danger.

Seeing this, Dharma King Qianmian laughed loudly and said, "Wen Shenyang, I will ask you one last time, will you surrender or not?"

The Xuantian Sect has great advantages, Wen Shenyang can't see through his avatar at all, and sooner or later they will be consumed by them alone.

Moreover, Dharma King Qianmian had already received a message from Gongsun Huan that outside of this high slope, there was a group of people watching. If he guessed right, it would be Jin Yiwei's troops.

That is to say, this Wen Shenyang is dead if he advances, and he is dead if he retreats.

"Pooh!"

Wen Chenyang was embarrassed, but his momentum was not weak at all, he said coldly: "Qianmian, why don't we try, will you use these tricks to knock me down first, or I will kill your dog legs first! "

While shouting angrily, Wen Shenyang shook the four directions with a stick, stirring up more than ten feet of dust waves and flooding the four directions. All the men in black turned and flew into the air like a canopy. More than ten people each drew a sword and joined forces. From top to bottom, the sword light is as eye-catching as a gem.

Wen Shenyang met him head-on, stabbing the sky with a stick, holding the stick body in his hand, pushing back and forth as if disturbing a pool of water, circles of dazzling true energy fluctuated outward, like waves bursting out of a mirror lake, suddenly confusing people's eyes, It's like a mountain plucking a string, trembling and deafening.

More than a dozen men in black were shocked and retreated, but before Wen Shenyang could take advantage of the victory and pursue him, a cloud of filthy air suddenly exploded behind him, like a thousand-faced Dharma King growing out of the ground, and slapped him with a grinning grin. Pat on his back.

"Damn!"

Wen Chenyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura suddenly dropped several levels. He resisted the turbulent qi in his body, and forced the thousand-faced Dharma King back with a backhand.

"Haha, Wen Shenyang, you are dying!"

Dharma King Thousand Faces couldn't stop laughing, and immediately swayed left and right, turning into an afterglow in an instant, and a murderous palm wrapped in a black glove hit the opponent's front door straight.

Wen Chenyang gritted his teeth and swung his stick to resist, but behind him, three more swordsmen blatantly drew their swords. He was powerless to distract, so he could only let out an angry howl unwillingly.

In the blink of an eye, a beautiful figure flashed, with a sapphire long sword in his hand pierced with a blue sword energy, causing the three swordsmen to die on the spot.

"Who?" Qianmian Dharma King frowned, and suddenly strengthened his palm by three points. After Wen Chenyang vomited blood and retreated, he looked coldly at the woman wearing a veiled hat, and said with a sneer, "Who are you?" ?”

Wen Chenyang vomited blood, and suddenly bumped into a warm embrace. The woman's soft as boneless jade palm gently supported his shoulder, and a scent of fragrance entered his nostrils, making him feel absurdly at a loss.

"Sister Yi, why is it you?"

This woman's name is Le Zhili, but people in Jianghu usually call her in another way - Mrs. Shangguan. She is the wife of Shangguan Shaoqin, the head of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Brother Wen, don't talk, just take this."

Le Zhili put two pills into Wen Shenyang's mouth, and told him to meditate for recuperation before getting up and pointing his sword at the thousand-faced Dharma King.

"Xuantianjiao is so courageous, is it easy to bully me when I'm Shangguan's family!" Le Zhili scolded sharply, and at the same time, countless figures flashed around, all of whom were Jianghu masters trained by Shangguan's family.

Dharma King Qianmian looked around, thinking regretfully in his heart, he cupped his hands with a sneer and said, "It turns out that Madam Shangguan was in front of you, and I have disrespected you. Since Madam spoke, I will give you a face today and withdraw."

After the words were finished, Dharma King Thousand Faces and all the black-clothed swordsmen turned around and left without delay.

Ying Wushang in the distance saw this scene and immediately said, "Let's do it."

"My lord, do you want to wait a little longer?" Somewhat unexpectedly, Kuai Baihu actually made such a suggestion.

Ying Wushang cast a puzzled look, only to hear that Kuai Baihu whispered: "I'm worried about being too close, I'm afraid I may accidentally hurt Shangguan's 'friends'."

Ying Wushang frowned, at this distance, if it was a crossbow arrow, he could completely control it and not accidentally injure him. He was confident in Jin Yiwei's ability, but since Kuai Baihu made such a statement, could it be that...
Suddenly, Ying Wushang seemed to think of something, his expression changed, and he fixed his eyes on Kuai Baihu, who nodded slightly at him.

"So that's how it is. Kuai Baihu's concerns are justified, so let's wait a little longer." Ying Wushang followed the good advice.

After a while, the Shangguan family members on the high slope hadn't completely relaxed their vigilance when they heard a burst of explosions that shook the world from several feet away, which immediately made these people stiffen on the spot like a thunderbolt.

What followed was a horrific wave of turmoil, and they were called defenseless, all sprawled all over, in a panic.

(End of this chapter)