The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 171 Bridge Group
When it was almost midnight, a night banquet was over.

Whose banquet?
The magic power waits for Fang Xiaohou's banquet.

There are singing and singing every night, and banquets every day.

For him, today is a very special day.

The "Mitian League" is over, no matter how hard it is to turn around, it is time for the decisive battle between Jinfengdriyulou and Liufenbantang. For a person like him who likes to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight, and likes to add fuel to the flames, it is naturally different unusual.

The power in the capital is getting more and more chaotic, only an ambitious person like him can flex his muscles and gain power.

Although his power is not small, but no one is satisfied with gaining power for a while, more people feel that he is not big enough, he can be bigger, climb higher, and get more, perhaps only by sitting on the dragon. He can only be satisfied if he has the power to control the world.

Under the sultry dim light.

Fang Ying looked at the drunken pillow reclined, holding a flawless white jade cup in his hand, flicking it back and forth between his fingers, playing with it, with a delicate cream color, just like the woman on the light pillow under his head, also white Like jade, beautiful and flawless.

It was a blue-eyed, brown-haired woman with snowy skin and peach cheeks. She was not from the Central Plains, but a gorgeous and refined orchid from the Western Regions.

Under the light, there are also a group of gorgeous and charming women dancing to the music, with bare feet and hair, bare hands and red lips, as if they have just finished bathing, and there is a delicate fragrance under the thin red silk, which is very charming.

But under this alluring beauty, Fang Yingkan seldom sees desire in his eyes, but more thinking, scheming, palace, and gloom.

He seems to be thinking about things and calculating others all the time.

It is also because of this that Fang Ying sees that there are very few feelings, and even less love. The most taboo thing for people who have achieved great things is love.

No matter how powerful a person is, once he encounters these two things, he will lose half of the battle, wasting time, wasting energy, and having weaknesses, which will burnish his morale.

He was originally an invincible character, but he was full of flaws.

So he doesn't want affection, and he doesn't want love, he has no faith or justice... Or, his love is the love of making love, not loving others.

In the gorgeous hall, besides Fang Yingkan and many dancing girls Hu Ji, there are three other people, they are the three people who are driving the car and holding the bridle for him.

These three people are also different, because each of them has a special background. They are the masters of Khitan, Mongolia, and Jin, and they are also his capable generals and most loyal servants.

Originally, he also invited Mi Youqiao from the inner garden of the imperial palace for this night banquet, but the old man obviously couldn't come tonight.

Fang Yingkan opened his mouth to bite the candied fruit put by Hu Ji, and casually said: "Is the Eight Great Sword Kings coming back a bit late? Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin also haven't moved."

The master of Khitan was dressed in brocade clothes, kneeling in front of a desk, with a black face and beard, rough cheeks, with a kind of blush after the wind and sun, narrow eyes and bald eyebrows, born strong.

"Will there be any setbacks?"

The blunt and weird Central Plains dialect spat out from the other party's mouth, with his head bowed, very respectful.

Fang Ying looked downcast, as if he was drunk, and said indifferently: "That old fox Lei Shu has invited me to join hands, and Cai Xiangye is backing him. Zhang Tieshu, Zhang Tiexin, ten people should be able to make a name for themselves in the Jianghu, unless...they hit Guan Qi...hehe..."

When he said this in one breath, he laughed himself, but said why, because Guan Qi had already fallen into his hands.

Or to be more precise, Guan Qi has already fallen into his hands, became mad, suffered a strange poison, and even got a Gu, controlled by Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin, and often went crazy, otherwise why would he be locked up.

It's a pity that he was still lured out by Su Mengzhen and Lei Sun. He also wanted to seize the opportunity to win the remaining forces of the "Mitian League", but he didn't want the great masters to be hidden piles, each hiding deeper than the other.

But counting the hours, Fang Yingkan also felt that it was a long time.

He was about to explain, but his eyelids slowly lifted, he shook the wine glass in his hand, raised his throat and drank it down, his beautiful phoenix eyes glanced at the dark rainy night outside the hall calmly, and said slowly: "My lord Now that you have arrived at Benhou's territory, why don't you show up and have a drink, and besides, I am very curious, when will someone like Your Excellency appear in the capital, and dare to enter the mansion of my Lord of Divine Ability single-handedly."

"I never hid it, you just saw it now."

A hoarse voice, with a strange penetrating power, sounded from the rainy night.

"Don't bother, those vigilantes outside are too bad, I didn't even come out with a knife."

As if dazzled, in the thick night that was originally empty, a black figure suddenly appeared. Wearing a rain hat and wrapped in black clothes, it seemed to have stood there long ago, as quiet as a statue, without any movement.

Under the dim yellow lights, the black shadow seemed to be a mass of shadows, swayed and flashed, and stood in the hall.

"Why are you here?"

Fang Yingkan still kept that casual tone.

But when he saw the two criss-crossing knives on the opponent's back, he had already put down the wine glass in his hand.

Because he knew those two sabers, they were the sabers of the second of the eight great saber kings, and they were also good sabers he had found all over the rivers and lakes.

Chen Zhuo looked at the orchid dancer in front of him, and then at Fang Yingkan. If he did what he said, he would take this girl's life tonight.

He said lightly, "I will lend you my head."

Fang Yingkan sat up a little bit, with a black red sword standing beside him, clapping his palms and smiling, "It's easy to say!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and raised his fingertips, and the wine glass beside him flew out, passing through the gaps between the dancers, swirling, and the wine was full. It was also whirling, coming straight to Chen Zhuo's face.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were slightly condensed, he squinted and stared, his whole body was full of vigor, and the brilliance in his eyes was almost bursting out.

With a "bang", the wine glass exploded in the air.

The wine was splashed all over, all the dancers turned pale in panic, fell down, exclaimed in exclamation, and some were on the verge of weeping, so pitiful, coupled with the beautiful spring scenery that sometimes disappears and appears, I really feel pity.

Chen Zhuo said to these dancing girls orchids: "Stay away!"

A group of people staggered when they heard the words, got up in shock, and walked outside, but when they passed by Chen Zhuo, they saw the light veil approaching, fingers and claws flying, fists and palms attacking, and the scented weapon hidden .

But before they made a move, the delicate face was already illuminated by two cold lights that rose into the air.

The light of the knife flew up, like a silver bottle being broken suddenly, everyone suddenly felt a skin-cut coldness sweeping through the whole body, wandering away the bones.

With the two knives horizontal, Chen Zhuo stretched out his ape arms, and the two sabers were as bright as a moon across the sky. They just spun around in idling, and with a "poof", several beautiful and moving heads bounced off Xue Jingxiu's shoulders , Huarong immediately solidified.

The blood column rushed upwards, shooting like a roar.

In the rain of blood all over the sky, Chen Zhuo raised his eyes suddenly, but saw a piece of sword coming out from the right chest of an orchid in front of him, stabbing straight.

That orchid was about to make a move, but she was hit by a sword, and couldn't help screaming.

Chen Zhuo swept away the rain of blood above his head with one knife, and placed the other knife horizontally in front of his body. The tip of the sword pressed against the Xueliang blade, making a series of clear trembling sounds.

Hu Ji looked back in disbelief, only to see a ferocious face that was selfish, hypocritical, sinister, and vicious, and it was the immature and straightforward Young Master Fang in front of ordinary people.

With a shake of the sword, a red glow emerged, Hu Ji had been divided into two halves, and her incomplete body was scattered on both sides like rags.

The three kneeling masters of different races were also making moves at the same time, one punched, one saber, and the other practiced Kung Fu horizontally.

The three of them leaped into the air, one after the other, they reached Chen Zhuo's side.

With fists and knives at the back, the master of horizontal training was brave enough to stand in front of Fang Yingkan. He stomped one foot, and the stone slab under his feet shattered on the spot, and the horse sank. He grasped Chen Zhuo's blade.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were as lonely and indifferent as before, the saber's posture suddenly changed, the tip of the saber was thrust forward and sent, turning the saber into a gun, using a point to expand the area, and pierced the heart of the master of horizontal training.

Then he saw the man yelled, the brocade clothes were torn to pieces, he fell on his back, his heart seemed to be intact, but his mouth and nose were full of blood foam, mixed with dark red pieces, his internal organs were injured.

The two behind them moved up and down, but they couldn't even touch Chen Zhuo's clothes. When they raised their eyes, they saw a cloud of saber light coming towards them, and they were about to parry. The pupils of the two contracted.

Before the blood mist dissipated, suddenly the knife light broke through the mist and hit the throats and eyebrows of the two of them as fast as lightning.

And Fang Yingkan also felt that he had seen a ghost.

The person in front of him was so evil under the sword move. Seeing that the three servants had all fallen to the ground, he let out a long howl, and raised his index finger with the other hand. Waterfall, pointed at Chen Zhuo.

But if you look closely, there is an extra fleshy palm under the finger, the palm is turned outward, it seems that there is an invisible energy shrouded, but it was actually caught.

The two were fighting each other, when an old voice was heard outside the hall, laughing.

"Hehe, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence. Our family's visit is not in vain. Mi Youqiao is very polite."

(End of this chapter)