The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 172

There is a bridge?
The two people who were fighting fiercely in the hall were divided instantly.

Fang Yingwan withdrew his sword and took it back, took a few steps back, picked up the fine wine on the soft couch, took a sip of it neatly, without looking at the corpses all over the place, and said with a gentle smile: "Elder-in-law came late. "

The visitor paced in and said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late at all, otherwise I wouldn't have encountered such an interesting thing...Your Excellency broke into the Mansion of the Marquis of Divine Power alone, with such courage and strength , by no means an ordinary person, dare to leave a name?"

This is an old man in a gray robe, with a scorched yellow and white beard, slightly hunched back, slightly bent waist, full of aging, his old smiling face is full of wrinkles, under the faint lights, his forehead is still shining, and he is squinting. There is a pair of blue pupils hidden in his smiling eyes for some reason.

The old man stepped lightly on the pool of blood on the ground with his small feet in black shoes, and passed a few dead heads before he stood still. He still held two shelled roasted peanuts and put them in his mouth.

This person is the ostensible controller of the "Youqiao Group". The head of the imperial court, Mi Cangqiong.

"It is said that heroes come out of troubled times. Looking around the world, there are not many people who dare to do this at this time. Our family heard that a madman was born in the south. He was born with extraordinary talent. He created his own art at the age of ten. As the lord, now it is worthy of double ten, and the name shakes the rivers and lakes..."

The old man was already probing, and he felt something unexpected in his heart, how could there be a lot of masters out of nowhere recently.

Chen Zhuo knew that the other party was guessing his identity, but when he heard the word "madman", he was silent for a while, and asked curiously, "What's the name of that person?"

Mi Youqiao said with a cheerful smile: "I don't remember very well, it seems that the surname is Yan, and it is named after a madman... or your surname is Jiang. It is rumored that there are Jiang brothers in the south who got a volume of heavenly scriptures and practiced amazing skills. It's no small matter, the Holy Majesty wanted to see it, but the people he sent out failed several times."

"Or... well, forget it, as if it doesn't matter who you are, after you are captured, everything will come to light."

Unknowingly, Fang Yingkan and Mi Youqiao stood back and forth, sandwiching Chen Zhuo.

The words are exhausted, the potential has been accomplished.

"Die!"

Fang Ying loosened the "Blood River Excalibur", took the lead, reached out to grab it, and immediately saw a cold light coming out of the palm of his hand like a long snake spitting out a letter. The shadow flickered, and the reflected white jade-like hall was covered with blood. It turned out to be a long spear with a tassel on its head.

One of them stabbed with a spear, the other flicked away, and suddenly saw a black stick in his hand pointing at Chen Zhuo's back.

But the moment the two of them made their move, there was a terrifying killing intent in the hall, the wind and rain panicked, and the lights went out.

Halfway through the two's moves, the sudden change in the light and darkness made their eyes dim for a short time.

As soon as the field of vision dimmed, the opponent in front of him also disappeared, and he turned around, as fast as a ghost.

"Want to go?"

From the corner of Mi Youqiao's eyes, he suddenly saw a black shadow flying towards the outside of the hall. He immediately laughed, his old eyes widened, and he shouted like thunder. His thin body seemed to suddenly become a troll, and his momentum changed.

His beard and hair are all stretched out, the black stick in his hand has already danced several stick flowers, the gray robe swells, the stick is forceful, like a mad dragon sailing out to sea, a raging wind is blown up on the ground, the dishes are broken, the stick wind is like howling, The black shadow has been covered, and it is sucked over.

With a touch of the tip of the stick, the black shadow was twisted into blood mist in the sky.

Mi Youqiao was startled, the secret path was not good, the black shadow was clearly a corpse.

At this moment, the spear light appeared behind him, and Fang Yingkan was already making a move, because there was one more person in front of him.

As soon as the gun light moved, a bright and cold light burst out suddenly, like a spear picking up a big sun, and piercing like electricity.

But what came to him was an unimaginable heavy punch, unparalleled and straightforward.

Fighting with fists and guns, and head-to-head, that seemingly ordinary fist of flesh and blood fell in the dark hall as if it was covered with a faint light, and there was a faint thunder gleam between the fingers that were gathered together. , flashed by.

When the gun and the fist hit each other, Fang Ying saw that his sinister expression suddenly changed. He felt like a heavy mountain was pressing on the head of the gun, and it was so powerful that the stalemate could not last for a while. out, bumping into the wall, sinking in silently, leaving a hole.

And the palms of his hands have been worn off a layer of flesh.

But this was not what surprised Fang Yingkan the most, because he had already recognized who this person was. He only had a glimpse of this incomparable fierce punch in the daytime. How dare he forget it, let alone that this person would ...will come to kill him...

"It's you!"

Fang Ying looked as if his throat had been choked for a moment, his voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with shock, anger and hatred.

But it was too late for him to say who this person was, Gein had already smashed his other fist, it was ordinary, without fist style or momentum, but the terrifying oppressive feeling oppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe. There are unimaginable murderous intentions.

At the critical moment, Fang Ying didn't seem to think too much, gritted his teeth fiercely, and stabbed the Blood River Excalibur behind him towards Chen Zhuo's chest with his backhand. Out of the corner of his eye, he had caught a glimpse of a stick shadow approaching, it was a good time to die.

This divine sword cuts iron like mud, he can't believe that Chen Zhuo can be so fierce and unrivaled, going straight forward without dodging or evading.

But Fang Yingkan's face changed after the sword was drawn, vicious and vicious suddenly turned to astonishment, then to surprise, and then his face was ashen.

But seeing that the long sword in his hand was really sharp, it went straight into Chen Zhuo's chest, but with the sword in his heart, Chen Zhuo remained indifferent. chest.

"Snapped!"

Like a whip.

Hit the magic whip.

For a moment, Fang Yingkan's face suddenly flushed, his hands and feet were numb, and he felt a strange force spread from his chest to his limbs, his body seemed to be out of control.

I saw a pair of cold and sharp eyes drifting past in front of my eyes, and he was picked up to block the shadow of the stick that was coming.

"Don't...cough cough..."

Fang Yingkan was still able to speak, and kept coughing up blood while speaking.

As soon as Mi Youqiao's shadow was released, there was no smile on the old face, only gloomy and stiff.

The lights are turned on again, and it has been reflected.

Mi Youqiao said in a calm tone that couldn't be heard, "It's unexpected that the majestic hunter would dare to assassinate the Marquis of Shentong. Don't you know who his adoptive father is? Don't you be afraid that the emperor will blame you?"

With his treacherous and cunning temperament, he seemed to have guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

Chen Zhuo looked at Fang Yingkan, whose limbs were drooping and still moving, and unmoved, withdrew the long sword from his chest little by little, and said softly, "It's right to be ambitious, no one in the world has ambitions, but you don't It's time to collude with Jurchen, what I hate the most in my life is you... If those sword kings hadn't revealed something to me, I might have allowed you to live longer, and I wouldn't have come in such a hurry."

"I don't want to kill you. I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat or sleep in the future... I don't care what kind of marquis or prince you are. If you dare to do such a thing, I will kill you too."

As he spoke, the sword light flickered, and Fang Yingkan's hands and feet were broken silently.

Fang Yingjian's blushing face suddenly turned purple, but he couldn't make a sound.

Chen Zhuo threw away his hand, turned his neck and head, looking straight at Mi Youqiao like a wolf.

"It's a coincidence that you came here just in time for death."

Mi Youqiao saw that Fang Yingjian's limbs were broken, which meant that his painstaking efforts over the years were in vain. He asked softly, "What are you doing for?"

Then it seemed that he was really angry, his scorched yellow face turned cold and pale, and he stood still with the stick, unknowingly, strands of energy flowed into the opponent's body from all directions, as if thousands of rivers were returning to the sea, and he was about to make a killing move.

"right way!"

Chen Zhuo's answer was very simple, his figure was already stretching.

His move today was not on a whim, but on a whim; since the identities of Qi Shaoshang and Shen Yunshan have been exposed, there is no place for them in the capital. If you make a move, you must deal with them.

But he didn't want to retreat just like that, so he had to change his identity.

Fang should look at the identity.

Furthermore, with this status, he can even take the opportunity to enter and leave the palace. It is only because the current emperor has accepted Fang Juxia's kindness in the early years that he loves this young master so much.

And he doesn't have much time to spend time and energy building forces in the arena.

Another five years...

Jin Guo's iron cavalry went south, and all of these things would be trampled and ravaged; he didn't want to save the emperor, but the warrior's heart told him that he should not hesitate here, and he should go forward without hesitation and fight against the country; He is not interested in fighting, but those Tartars dare to touch China, no way.

It happened that with the blood of thousands of enemies, the supreme killing intent climbed to the top again, the spiritual intent was condensed, and the fist intent was strengthened.

When you meet Buddha, you destroy Buddha, when you meet ancestors, you kill ancestors.

"Knowing your background, Zhang Hou of the 'Zhan Jingtang' is considered a character, but the direct lineage has cultivated such a troublesome child, making wind and rain... It is not a pity to die."

He paced around, looking around like a tiger, a pair of ape arms drooped naturally, his muscles and bones trembled, his originally tall figure appeared like a demon in an instant, and the black clothes on his body swelled rapidly, like a mighty god The apes ran back and forth with murderous intent in their eyes.

The rain hat on his head was turned over by the violent energy, and Chen Zhuo's long hair, which was originally scattered, was suddenly suspended in mid-air, with strands of strands hanging in the air, and a brilliance suddenly appeared between his brows, and his spiritual thoughts were released, covering his whole body.

Mi Youqiao looked at the vicious figure in front of him, and listened to the other party explaining his origins. He clenched the black stick with both hands, and the blood vessels on his fingers were swollen. His feet did not move, but the stone slabs under his feet were already cracking .

The stick has a strange shape, the body is strangely long, and the tip becomes thinner as it gets closer to the stick.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a soft sound, the foot of Mi Youqiao collapsed, and with a single stroke of the black stick in his hand, he threw it at Chen Zhuo's head.

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, but he didn't want to waste time, his feet sank like a horse, he clenched his fists, and his long hair was swayed by the blowing wind of the stick.

He actually watched the stick fall from the sky, fell down, and remained indifferent, neither dodging nor evading.

"boom!"

Between the lightning and the flint, there was a shock, like the sky falling and the earth falling, the thunder suddenly broke, and there was a dazzling strange light under the stick.

The wind and dust swept past, and the candles were extinguished again, but the ending was...

(End of this chapter)