Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 181 I want to clean up the house!
At the same time, there was a loud laugh: "Renren Yang, it's better not to be distracted when discussing with Zhang."

As soon as the voice fell, there seemed to be a phantom of a book floating in the long night sky, like a mighty mountain range, lying in front of a certain figure, blocking the way.

Sooner or later, in the courtyard, at the moment Cui Yan retreated, a white robe approached instantly.

Cui Yan's eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, and with a puff, the "Acacia Fan" in his hand suddenly opened, and there were several swishing sounds of piercing the air, and the fan split instantly, turning into a sharp arrow, and stabbing towards Xia Houchun's throat.

The mountain in Xia Houchun's hands suddenly turned green, and there was a crackling sound.

A series of broken fans scattered in all directions, and Cui Yan hurriedly threw out a magic sword again.

There was a bang.

The long sword in his hand shattered instantly and shot in all directions, but it still couldn't stop Xia Houchun from charging.

Cui Yan's crazily shouting stopped abruptly, and his eyes stared suddenly.

A figure appeared in front of him, and he was short of breath.

His face was bloodless. Seeing Xia Houchun raising the sword in his hand, he shouted:

"Surrender, Cui confesses!"

Xia Houchun stood with his sword in his hand, looking at Cui Yan's forced smile below him, "Your Highness, please spare me, I am willing to surrender."

With a crash, the sword light cut down like blue waves.

There was a terrific cry: "No! My hand!"

Xia Houchun smiled, and raised his sword again, "Didn't you just dance so arrogantly, you didn't even pay attention to this palace, are you going to go to heaven next?"

Swish, another sword slashed down.

"what!!!!"

The tragic voice resounded throughout the Song Mansion.

Xia Houchun's eyes were cold, and he raised his sword again, "Crazy, keep going crazy, why aren't you crazy now?"

"Also, what does it matter to me whether you surrender or not? If you scold me, just beg for mercy. Who the hell do you think you are?"

At this moment, Cui Yan's arms and legs had been cut off, his expression was distorted, the pain made his face grim, and his wailing sound was like a night owl's, horrific and horrific.

"Forgive me, Your Highness, spare me, please forgive me, please spare my life."

Xia Houchun's eyes were deep, and he sneered and said: "I said I want to kill you, so I will kill you, no one can stop me!!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people inside and outside the house were shocked.

Especially the real person, who shot at an unprecedented speed.

With a terrifying expression on his face, he roared angrily, "Xia Houchun! How dare you!!"

At this time, the sword energy suddenly appeared in the sky, and there seemed to be infinite sword intent rushing madly.

After he forced Zhang Xianming, a master of the Song family, to retreat, he also released a real sword light.

Come straight to Xia Houchun!

The sword energy is swift, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Murong Yanhua turned pale, "Senior Brother! She actually stood between Xia Houchun and Jian Guang with her tender body, intending to die for her.

Tian Xin changed color and cursed secretly: "Stupid!"

With a flash of her body, she rushed towards Xia Houchun.

The corner of Shizen's mouth twitched, he sighed secretly and shook his head, that's all.

But at this moment, there was a swish.

A middle-aged figure stood in front of Xiahouchun's courtyard.

It was the middle-aged swordsman who left earlier.

After the roar, what arrived in front of the swordsman for the first time was a beam of sword light.

With a snort, it came suddenly.

The soft sound passed by the ears, and the ruined bricks and stones in the courtyard were suspended, still.

The dazzling sword light flashed away, like a swimming dragon passing by, and even the beast king roared, whizzing through the mountains and forests.

"Huiying Sword, one of Xuanzong's spiritual treasures, Qing Dan can kill a real person with it! Today, I will kill you, the prince, with this sword!"

An angry voice sounded in his mind.

The swordsman snorted coldly, "If you want to kill him, pass me first!"

Before the words were finished, the dark light that had turned into cinnabar disappeared instantly.

When the sword glow reached Xia Houchun's body, it suddenly cut off.

Clang!
The sword glows collided with each other, and instead of being entangled as imagined, they were defeated by one blow.

But at this moment, the corner of Xia Houchun's eyes twitched, and a snake's head popped out of his chest, biting Xia Houchun's flesh.

It seems to be reminding him.

I saw a cold breath suddenly hit in front of me.

Its momentum is as grand as it is grand, thick and vast, and as strong as mountains and rivers. Although it cannot compare to Xiao Hanchen, it is also stepping into the ranks of real people.

Within ten feet, a real person is invincible.

This famous saying is regarded as the standard by military masters and warriors, and is highly respected!
And the fist that caught Xia Houchun's eyes at this moment is enough to crush all flesh and blood.

Including Xia Houchun.

Oops!Miscalculated!

This person is not a Daoist Daoist, but a military master!

The swordsman's color changed, and his figure suddenly jumped out. If he wanted to stop it, he would kill him!
But it's still too late.

Even Zhi Chan didn't react.

But there is always someone faster than him.

That is Xia Houchun.

He is calm and relaxed, but in the eyes of others, he is just sitting and waiting to die.

For example, the person who punches.

He was covered in a black cloak, and his fists, which had been honed into powerful weapons by the star sand, were glowing with white light, wrapped in a rolling momentum, under Murong Yan's exclamation, Tian Xin's eyes twitching, and the swordsman's curse, he blatantly blasted at Xia Houchun. body.

boom!
Xia Houchun flew backwards, hit the wall, and fell into the dust.

"Brother!!"

Murong Yan's almond-shaped eyes were red, and she gave a snarl, the Nanke sword in her hand was shining brightly, like the water of time, with the attribute of time, she stabbed it suddenly.

With a loud snort, the blade of the sword pierced through the air like autumn water and disappeared in people's eyes.

The burly middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, "Looking for death!"

His mountain-shaking iron fist retracted to his elbow, and he blasted forward without hesitation.

The sword groaned, Nan Ke's sword flew back and fell back into Murong Yan's hand.

But at this time, she had already taken out the white silk brocade, and caught the Nanke sword that was slumped back. Murong Yan didn't care about her heart, and a trace of anger flashed across her beautiful eyes. If she dared to hurt Brother Shi, even King Jin would die!
She raised her slender fingers, and the white brocade shot out, heading straight for the burly middle-aged man.

Yang Weijun's eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "Crack!"

He didn't make a punch, just rolled up his sleeve robe, and the Shuying Sword with the tip of Shan Jianqing's needle facing the wheat awn was cut down in the air.

The white brocade glowed with blazing light, and after a moment of stalemate with the blade, the light dimmed instantly, and the spirituality was greatly lost. With a snort, the silk and satin brocade was instantly split into two by the sharp Shadow Sword.

"Hmph! If you don't teach you a lesson, you'll still be made of mud!"

A cold snort sounded, Yang Weijun's figure suddenly exploded, his iron fist changed into claws, and he grabbed Murongyan's fat-like neck.

It is conceivable that once Murong Yan's delicate neck is held tightly by this iron claw, her life and death will be at the whim of her mind.

Tianxin's brows were sharp, and the Tianxin Token she had sacrificed a long time ago was thrown out instantly, and fell towards Yang Weijun in the air.

Caught off guard, he immediately slapped, his forehead split open instantly, scarlet blood flowed half of his face, he stopped his figure, a flash of anger flashed across his face, and he said with an angry smile:

"Okay, okay! It's the first time I've been hurt by you ants after my debut for more than ten years, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave Jinzhou today."

A sigh resounded, and Shi Chan dodged to the side of the dying Cui Yan.

Yang Weijun's expression changed, and he said sharply, "You're courting death!"

He was furious, Shuyingjian turned his head slightly, looked at Xia Houchun who had fallen into the rotten bricks, and said helplessly, "How long do you want to watch the show?"

Xia Houchun glanced at him, and said quietly: "Kill him quickly, there are still enemies behind!"

The corner of Shi Chan's mouth twitched, and he cursed secretly, following you, a bastard prince, the young master will be unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Seemingly guessing that the cicada was scolding him, Xia Houchun smiled slightly and said leisurely: "480 temples in northern Xinjiang, how many towers are hidden in the swallows."

At the top of Qingliang Mountain, he had made an agreement with Xiahou Chunzhichan, that is, as long as he helped Xiahouchun win a county, he would contribute money and efforts to help Fomen build a Buddhist temple.

Once Xia Houchun completely controls the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, Zhichan will build nearly [-] temples in the prefectures of the land of Youyan, which can be called the Buddhist kingdom of the East. The young Buddhist disciples will use the incense of Buddhism to prove the "Bodhi" fruit position in one fell swoop, and their combat power will catch up with the peak of real people.

The corners of Xia Houchun's mouth curled up, and he drew a big cake first, and then he said that he would stick to the Buddhist school. As for whether he would get along with the Buddhist school, hate each other, or part ways, that would be a matter for future consideration.

Hearing the words, Zhi Chan's eyes gradually showed hope, and he licked his dry lips, which were full of brilliance. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. Damn, for the great cause of Buddhism, the young master fought hard.

As long as this real person is killed, the road to the north will be much smoother.

Xia Houchun turned his gaze and landed on Cui Yan who was 'resurrected from the dead'. With a flicker of his figure, he flew to his side.

"Bastard! Dare!!" A violent roar came, as if sensing that Cui Yan was in danger, the burly middle-aged man's aura surged, and he rushed towards this side frantically.

It's a pity that Shi Chan sighed quietly, and took out a scepter from his waist pouch.

The whole body of the scepter is gold-plated, with two rings buckled on it. When it is shaken, there is a tinkling sound, as if there is a soul-stirring sound, which makes people subconsciously feel compassion.

Yang Weijun's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "Are you from Fukong Temple?"

Shi Chan blinked her clear and bright eyes, and denied it righteously: "No, I'm not!"

Yang Weijun's face sank, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said sharply: "Get out of the way! If you don't get out of the way, even if you are a monk of Fukong Temple, you will die!"

"what!!"

Cui Yan dragged his broken leg and retreated crazily, with a look of despair and remorse, he had known Xia Houchun was so ruthless, and provoked him to do anything.

"Stop! Xia Houchun, if you kill this son, the nine great clans will stick with you forever!"

Seeing that he was blocked by Shi Chan and unable to rescue him, Yang Weijun threatened in public.

Xia Houchun paused, his eyes were flat, he turned his head to look at Yang Weijun, and said in a low voice: "I dare to kill even Xiao Mei and Xiao Yuanzheng if I offend this palace, so what is a little dude with nine surnames? "

Cui Yan, who was using Cui's unique secret method to heal his injuries and splice his limbs, turned pale. At this moment, he was not dead. On the contrary, at this moment, his desire to survive was stronger than ever.

The panic and fear in his eyes could no longer be concealed, he felt the crisis of life and death again, and said hoarsely:
"His Royal Highness, all of this was done by Cui ordered by the Song Dynasty, and I would like to tell you everything to help you."

Before the words fell, there was a click.

The sword chant sounded, and the green light suddenly cut off.

In an instant, blood spattered everywhere, and the exclamation stopped abruptly.

The body of this young and handsome member of the Cui family had already been separated, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

Yang Weijun was no longer crazy, and the angry expression on his face gradually subsided, and he took a deep look at Xia Houchun, his eyes were complicated and mixed.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Cruel and ruthless, decisive in killing, this son's heroic character has already begun to take shape.

He regretted a little, he shouldn't have gotten into this muddy water.

He took a deep breath, and took a deep look at Xia Houchun: "You have caused a catastrophe."

Xia Houchun waved the mountain to turn green, wiped Cui Yan's body, wiped off the blood stains, and let out a soft snort, "Big disaster? Are you referring to Cui's revenge?"

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Yang Weijun's eyes flashed a shadow, and he said in a cold voice: "If you are wise, you should be arrested and follow me to the Cui family to apologize. Maybe the old man and the others will spare your life because of your status as the prince. ,if not."

Xia Houchun smiled, "Otherwise what would happen?"

Yang Weijun stared at him, and said word by word: "Otherwise you will be hunted down by the nine great families!"

"Even if you are the prince, you will die without a place to bury yourself!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere froze a bit.

But Yang Weijun didn't seem to realize it, he put on a high posture, flicked his sleeves, and had a happy week, saw the coldness and anger in Murong Yanxing's eyes, and also saw the mockery and sarcasm in Tianxin's cold eyes.

He felt a sudden in his heart, as if he sensed something was wrong, he turned his head and said to Xia Houchun, "That's all I said, since you are stubborn and determined to seek your own death, then don't blame me for not warning you in advance."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe, and then he was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Yang Weijun felt a little relieved, his face softened, and he turned his head with a straight face: "Why, figured it out?"

Xia Houchun tapped on the blade of the sword lightly, made a crisp sound, and grinned at the opponent: "You are leaving, have you asked my opinion?"

As soon as he said this, the figure in front of him flickered, and the smiling bald monk blocked his way again.

Yang Weijun's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly turned around, his eyes seemed unbelievable, and he smiled angrily and said, "Why, do you still want to kill me?"

Xia Houchun raised his head, the smile on his face gradually faded, his eyes were indifferent, "Wrong, we need to clean up the house!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Weijun's face changed wildly.

Suddenly, he was furious, his breath was rolling, and his mana poured out instantly, and he shouted sharply:

"Bold!"

The prestige is like a boom, the city shakes, as if facing a big enemy.

Everyone was in a state of panic.

(End of this chapter)