The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 173
With a bang, the candle went out.

Although Fang Yingkan was in so much pain that life was worse than death, he still endured the pain in his hands and feet and looked over with red eyes.

The shadow of the stick has fallen, the wind of the stick has dissipated, and there is a deathly silence.

In the dark hall, there is a mess, the white jade-like stone slabs have long been like fragmented ice, as if they have been run over by a huge boulder, or as if they have been hit by a heavy hammer, and they are not intact.

And in the scattered hustle and bustle, two figures stood tall.

Chen Zhuo stepped on the ground without moving a muscle, his feet sank about a foot, and a black stick fell on his broad shoulders and neck.

The body of the stick was still bending downwards, and the two hands at the end of the stick were firmly pressing and pressing down. The pressing arm trembled, and the veins burst out, as if exhausting all the strength in his body, trying to press him down.

Chen Zhuo slowly turned his head to one side, the pupils under the iron face seemed to have not changed at all, calm as water, but hidden murderous intentions, indifferent and cruel, fixedly staring at the person holding the stick opposite him.

"Tick!"

Suddenly, a bright red full-bodied blood drop fell from his chin, splashed to the ground, and hit a black spot like an ink stain.

"One thousand and one styles of wind knife and frost sword?"

Chen Zhuo's tone was faint, he had already clenched his fists and took a step when he finished his words, the stone slab under his feet crumbled like dust and melted like snow.

Mi Youqiao's pupils dilated, his mouth screamed, and the long stick in his hand shook, like a dragon in his hand, or grasping a thunderbolt, the black stick flew up and down, and the wind split the stick, like howling ghosts and gods, like wolf Howling, like the chirping of an eagle, the air seems to be pushed away by stick shadows, making it suffocating.

It's like a crazy stick technique.

But he was not attacking, but defending, the stick shadow almost covered his figure, his eyes were dignified, as if he was facing an enemy.

Originally, the change of offense and defense would not be so obvious when masters fight, and it can change in a moment, but Chen Zhuo took a move forcefully, and the ups and downs of a move can mean life and death.

Either you die or I die.

It is difficult to find flaws in Yi Mi Youqiao's martial arts, but he also has his weakest moment, that is, the moment when he loses a blow and exhausts his strength.

Chen Zhuo was also crazy, fierce and vicious, even though he couldn't see his face, Mi Youqiao seemed to be able to see the ferocious face under the iron mask, and the fierce murderous intent emanating from his body.

Sure enough, with Mi Youqiao stick figure, there was a fist in front of him.

What Chen Zhuo was waiting for was this moment, how could he miss it, the punch was like an arrow, and the arrow pierced his heart.

Mi Youqiao's eyes opened angrily, and the scream turned into a roar. He had clearly raised the stick, but he really couldn't understand why this fist came to him first.

Moreover, the fist suddenly turned into an obscure knife light as it approached, and it passed by in a flash.

The shadows of sticks all over the sky are like a violent storm, and also like a thunderbolt.

Fang Yingkan's eyes widened...

The next moment, the two figures passed by.

Mi Youqiao stood still slowly, took another deep breath, stood up with a stick, and looked at Fang Ying with regret and pity.

For this little duke, he almost pinned all his lifelong thoughts on the other party, the great ambition of swallowing the wind and clouds, the power to turn his hands into clouds and rain, these are not what he can achieve with a crippled body; So for this young man, he gave all his advice, exhausted his efforts, and also made friends with many dignitaries who were unwilling to commit themselves to Cai Jing's subordinates...

It's a pity, I thought that relying on dormancy and forbearance could make a blockbuster hit, and even reach the sky in one step, but I didn't expect everything to come to an abrupt end before showing my edge. Meeting this shocking enemy is really a matter of fate and fate.

Looking at Fang Yingkan's hard-lifted eyes, Mi Youqiao said with a smile, "Young Lord, colluding with the Jinren...is not good!"

Fang Yingkan's expression froze in the darkness, then his lips moved three times, as if he wanted to speak, but suddenly a cloud of thick blood mist shot out from Mi Youqiao's neck.

The blood mist gushed out, splashing out for more than ten feet, and Fang Ying looked at his face when it was drenched.

Mi Youqiao's strong and powerful hand holding the black stick was loosened suddenly, and a section of the black stick slipped off in an instant, while his knees softened and he knelt down with a plop. As soon as he was done, the black stick fell and died in front of Fang Yingkan.

This terrifying master who was known as the most unfathomable in the imperial palace was defeated just like that.

Fang Ying's pupils trembled, and when he saw the figure turning around, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Wait... I can give you whatever you want, money, those princes and princes have countless money, they are all from the 'Youqiao Group', and they all listen to me, or women, the most beautiful women in the world , prettier than Lei Chun..."

Chen Zhuo first re-lit the lamp, then sat on the soft couch, held the wooden handle knife in his hand, rubbed it on his cuff, wiped off the blood, scraped off the rust, and looked outside at the rainy night , said something meaningful, "Don't worry, you won't die, I still have a lot of use for your face, at best it's just an old eunuch who died."

Hearing that he would not die, Fang Yingkan was overjoyed at first, but soon his smile froze. He looked at the knife in Chen Zhuo's hand and thought about the last sentence. Quickly turned into resentment and viciousness again, gritted his teeth and said: "My adoptive father will never let you go, and the emperor will never let you go."

Chen Zhuo played with the knife, looked at the blade, and said softly, "But are you finished?"

Hearing this, Fang Ying was stunned for a moment, then changed his words and begged for mercy: "Wait, you need me, those powerful people need me to move around, and you are not familiar with their personalities at all, and Jin Guo, how can I help you?" It would be to your advantage to rebel against them."

Chen Zhuo thought about it, and said unmoved: "Once Mi Youqiao dies, the so-called 'Youqiao Group' will basically disintegrate. If the tree falls and the monkeys disperse, most of those dignitaries will not come to you again, or Avoid Fang Juxia and Mi Youqiao, and you are nothing now... As for the Kingdom of Jin, when I ride my horse northward, the family will be wiped out and no one will be left alive."

He seemed to rest for a while, wiped the knife clean, then got up and walked to Fang Yingkan's side, hooked his toes, and pecked lightly on his temple.

……

A cup of tea is less than enough.

A few figures suddenly rushed in from outside the hall, namely Qi Shaoshang and Shen Yunshan, and the remaining Four Great Sword Kings and the captured Number Seven Under Heaven, together with the five and six Holy Masters of the "Mitian League".

When a group of people came in, they saw Mi Youqiao's expression on his knees and died.

Seeing Fang Yingkan who had been stripped of his face, everyone's hands and feet were cold, gasping for air, and almost dared not come in.

"Bury all the corpses in the Hou Mansion."

The four great sword kings were also sweating on their backs, their faces were solemn, and they hurried back into the rain without saying a word.

Seeing Chen Zhuo sitting on the soft couch, Qi Shaoshang's expression changed slightly, "Are you all right?"

Chen Zhuo shook his head, and conveniently placed a peeled off human skin mask in front of him, "I'll leave the rest to you."

Qi Shaoshang nodded solemnly, but then remembered something, "Mi Youqiao's body was also buried? How about sending it to Cai Jing."

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, exhaled another long breath, and responded, "I thought so too."

He got up, put on the rain hat, and didn't go to see Number Seven Under Heaven, the Fifth Holy Master, and the Sixth Holy Master who had been wrongly acupunctured, but grabbed Mi Youqiao's body and the black stick on the ground, and flew into the rainy night.

Zhang Tiexin's eyeballs turned sharply, and finally he lost his previous toughness. When he saw Qi Shaoshang holding Fang Yingkan's human skin mask and couldn't stop looking at him, he felt chills in his heart. He thought of something, and said anxiously: "I... ...I surrender...and I hope to spare my brother's life..."

Zhang Tieshu also hurriedly echoed: "Extremely! Extremly!"

The seventh side of the world was ashen, pale and ugly, then gritted his teeth and said, "Can I use the 'Mountain Character Classic' and the 'Sorrowful Arrow Art' in exchange for my life?"

(End of this chapter)