Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fingers slammed into the gaps in the temple, and Fan’s body swayed upwards. The toes stepped on the outside of the wooden fence that would protrude several inches, and the body suddenly pulled up, several vertical and several stitches, and the perfect body and the small means perfectly combined. However, in a blink of an eye, it has already climbed to the highest floor of the suspended temple.

The situation on the lower mountain sill has stabilized, the fire has been extinguished, and the dignitaries of the Qing dynasty have always been the hot and hot characters of the long history. After a little chaos, they are calmed down and arranged under the arrangement of several old people. Another layer of defense outside the guards must ensure the safety of the hanging temple. At this time, everyone looked up anxiously, just saw the image of Fan’s body flashing to the top floor. No one thought that Fan Tis’s skill was so powerful. At such a point, I couldn’t help but sigh.

Fan leisure right hand with one hand firmly grasp the corner below the top floor, the left leg slightly bent, left hand placed on the black dagger hidden in the boots, slightly floating in the mountain wind. The top floor was quiet, but he did not dare to rush in like this, and shouted at the top: "Chen Fan is idle."

Someone in the top floor seems to have said something. Fan Xianyan looked at the top floor wrapped in the windy window building. Numerous cold light gradually gathered, and this was relieved. Someone said in it: "Come in."

The wooden window was pushed open.

Fan Xian did not dare to neglect, the muscles in the waist and abdomen were tight, and the whole person bounced up and gently sneaked into the top of the temple with the mountain wind, for fear of shocking the holy car. With his feet on the ground, he looked at the guards who were close to the enemy and slowly stepped back. He knew that if he had not reported before, he would come in and fear that he would meet his own, that is, countless cold swords.

The eyes swept in the building. Did not see the expected thorns happening, he felt a sigh of relief, then saw the gallery, the Queen Mother's figure flashed away. The most worried nephew is holding the old man, and the mysterious Honggong just sleeves his hands, squatting and walking in the end.

The fire started below, and the Queen Mother and the women in the palace had already retired.

"How did you come."

In a majesty, the sound of calmness sounded, and Fan Yu reacted after a moment. He turned around and bowed to the middle-aged man next to the left-hand side of the square. He said calmly: "The fire below should be Man-made. The heart is worried and worried."

His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty wore a bright yellow dress with a clear and casual style. He carried his hands. Looking at the bar, the terrain is very high here. At first glance, countless rivers and mountains are in the eye, and the mountains are full of chills. The emperor does not seem to worry about his safety. Looking calmly at this piece of his own great rivers and mountains, it seems that there is a hint of ridicule for the officials who are enemies under the temple.

At this time, the Queen Mother and the Empress in the building have left, on the third floor. Forming a place with the guards who came upstairs, carefully retreating downstairs. On the top floor of the impenetrable temple, in addition to the calm and unusual emperor, there are three royal men, the Prince, the Great Emperor, and the Three Emperors. There are more than a dozen palace knives and four or five escorts. Little eunuch.

Fan’s eyes swept away, and the defense forces in the building were clearly seen. There was a slight worry in the eyebrows, and the fire in the downstairs was obviously flawed. It’s just that I’m out of the air and I’m not going to give people a chance to act, but those hidden assassins must still be in the temple, but I don’t know how powerful it is to celebrate the country’s strength. ——But he is a supervisor of the Superintendent. He is quite convinced of the defense power of Qingguo. Even if there is an assassin lurking, it can only be a master who can chaos the world. How can the number exceed three? .

It’s just that the palace is not in the building. This fact makes Fan’s heart tight. The fact that Hong Gonggong helped the Queen Mother to go downstairs made Fan Xian feel a little headache. Did the assassins put the fire on, just to transfer the first master of the palace downstairs?

At this time upstairs, in addition to those with a knife guard, really master ... seems to be alone. Fan Xianluo is somewhat arrogant in judging the situation in the building. After all, in his mind, the great emperor’s immediate effort may be good, but in the face of this sudden killing situation, he and the great assassin are too far apart.

Looking at His Majesty's look, it seems that he does not put this matter in his heart. Perhaps this is the calmness and domineering that must be manifested as a generation of monarchs, but Fan Xian does not want to be hurt by this middle-aged person. It caused the death of countless innocent people in Qing Dynasty, and frowned slightly, and made a look at the prince who showed his calmness after his knees.

The prince was slightly stunned and immediately knew what Fan was thinking about. He said to the emperor: "Father, the fire is unknown, please retreat."

Who knows that the emperor simply ignored the invitation of the Prince of the East Palace, slowly turned around, and looked at the clear face of the self-deprecating, watching Fan Xian said: "Is the fire extinguished?"

Fan Xian gave a slight glimpse and nodded: "It has already been extinguished."

"Why do you still have to go?" The emperor's left hand gently stroked the railing and said leisurely: "Hey, this time, there are very few retreats."

Fan is quiet and quiet, but my heart has already begun to marry my mother. I think you love to play cool and stimulate. I don’t have this kind of interest. Shen Sheng said: "Although there is no change, but the peak is high here, the most difficult to prevent... Please take your time to the world and return to the palace immediately."

It’s the most effective way to exhort an emperor in the past, but it’s obviously not useful for the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. Instead, he turned and said coldly: “Fan leisure, you are monitoring The brother of the hospital, if someone dares to assassinate 朕 ... that is your dereliction of duty, do you want to be punished because of your dereliction of duty?

Fan is a bitter and hard, thinking that he is only a supervisor of the supervision department. Although the six offices are indeed in charge of this part of the business, today, this appreciation of the chrysanthemum will not let the hospital intervene, how can he expect the enemy to take the lead? ——But he immediately thought that the supervision network was spread all over the world. Recently, he did not find any rumors. The forces that dared to start the Qing Dynasty royal family were nothing more than two or three. The two or three families have been quiet recently, and the most difficult to guess Dongyi City has remained calm. Si Gujian has always been the key observation object of the supervision center, and it can be confirmed that the other party is still in Dongyi City.

Looking at the emperor's peaceful look. Fan Xianxin couldn’t help but swear, is this fire... not a prelude to an assassination? Are you really too nervous?

Watching Fan Xian fall into silence, the three emperors who are qualified to speak during the field thought that he was reprimanded by his majesty, and his face was too late. The prince gently coughed and prepared to say something for Fan Fei, but suddenly he thought that Fan Xian had recently played the miserable second in these days and made himself "very gratified", but the strength of this courtier seems to have been horrible. To the point where he can't control, the father and the emperor beat each other. Maybe there is another deep thought, so shut up, just cast a note of comfort to Fan Fan.

The great prince will not consider so much. Shen Sheng said: "Father, Fan Ti Si said that it is reasonable. Although this world, I am afraid that I have not dared to stab my father's thief, but for the sake of safety. For the relief of the old people downstairs, you should go downstairs first."

The emperor seems to appreciate the attitude of the great emperor, but there is still no good face to Fan. Cold and cold said: "Fan leisure, you are the supervisor of the supervision department, and you are in a panic, and you are deeply hopeful."

In Fan Xian’s heart, he licked a few more mothers, but his face became more and more courteous. He laughed and said: “The lesson is.”

The emperor looked at him with a hint of questioning, and suddenly said: "Is there some dissatisfaction in your heart?"

"Yes." Fan Xian suddenly moved his mind and directly screamed: "Chen Chen thought that his majesty would be the best in the world. If there is no small matter in safety, it must be cherished. It is not an exaggeration to be careful." The scenery reappears in the year, but there is only one person under the Qing Dynasty. Even if it is said that the minister is panicked and timid, the minister has to ask him to go downstairs and return to the palace."

There was a sudden silence in the building. No one expected that Fan Xian would dare to slam the saints in public. He dared to discuss the life and death of the saints, and directly refuted the previous emperors to him!

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"Your courage is very big..." I don't know why, after hearing this, the emperor's face finally relaxed a little. Looking at Fan Xian said: "If you are as timid as a rat, you really don't know, this is Where to find such a big mouse under the sun."

This is a joke, but apart from the emperor, everyone on the top floor is in a tense mood. No one dares to laugh out loud. Only the daring fan smiles, but the smile is bitter.

Suddenly, the emperor's voice sank for three points, that is, the eyes were closed, and the mountain winds outside the bar swayed to the middle-aged, wrinkled cheeks.

"Oh, this world, I don't know how many assassinations have been encountered. How can you know the world in that year, what kind of storms are there?" The emperor chuckled: "This is a mistaken bureau, a fundamental burning If you don’t get the fire, you want to force you to leave. It’s so easy.”

Fan leisurely looked at this scene. In the dark, he despised the prince of a country and played petty bourgeoisie. One heart was divided into most of the surrounding environment. The palace and Honggong were not there. The tiger guard was not there, and some were only the guards and three. Bit...or four? The emperor, the eunuchs who served close to the emperor, although loyal, the relatives of the three generations were under the control of the court, but it is far from enough to protect the emperor by these people, especially the Honggonggong with the Queen Mother. Go, let Fan Xian very worried.

Suddenly his heart was shocked and he thought of a very subtle thing. If he was assassinated at this time, wouldn’t he be the most responsible for being a supervisor? When the father went downstairs, why didn't his father consider this?

Dai Gonggong said loudly: "The next life, the assassination of forty-three times, never step back."

After Fan Yiyi, he immediately thought of Wang Qiian, who was far away from Beiqi. He said in his heart that all the successful men behind him had one or several outstanding people.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were quiet and filled with strong self-confidence: "North Qi, Dong Yi, Xi Hu, Nan Yue, and those poor people who were beaten and beaten, who do not want to kill Oh, but who has done it in the past 20 years?” He whispered: “When the assassination has become a habit, Fan Xian, you probably can understand why you are so unconcerned.”

That is, you are a skilled worker. Fan Fan’s swearing in his stomach is more than that day. However, in his position and in his own government, he has to be responsible for the safety of the emperor since he became the supervisor of the Supervisory Academy. The most important thing is that he does not want to carry the biggest black pot under the sun. So he still does not care, cheeky, and boldly urges the emperor to go downstairs to return to the palace.

The emperor finally succeeded in being annoyed by him. The fire yelled: "How does Fan Jian teach you such a waste! Chen Pingping has taken a fancy to you!"

Fan is full of smiles and piles up, and my heart continues to squat: You have the ability to teach yourself, this should be your business scope.

At this time, the situation has already calmed down, and it is estimated that the assassin who is even more powerful will only take the opportunity to go. Otherwise, the banned army will sneak the net and search for the mountain. There is definitely no good end. Therefore, the hearts of the people in the building were slightly relaxed, and the squatting of the sorrows and sorrows was scornful. Can not help but feel a little funny, the Prince still shamelessly comforted Fan Leisure with gentle eyes, the great emperor turned his head to some unbearable, but the youngest third child smiled the most joyful, Xu was watching this scene. I feel very angry.

I don’t know why my Majesty is so angry today, and I’m screaming at Fan Tishun’s head, just like reprimanding my son. After all, Fan Fei is now a generation of celebrities. The DPRK and the Minister, in the Qing Dynasty court of the deep-rooted Wenzhi, today, the face of such a big wounded son is still extremely rare.

Fan is full of sad smiles, but he hears other tastes. I am afraid that this Majesty is also skeptical of the same thing as himself, so he is particularly angry - if the play is an old man or a father, he secretly arranges They can only praise their brave and shameless mental retardation, and actually play such a move to save the holy drama to the Holy See - the emperor is not a fool, at least the IQ will not be lower than himself. How can I not see it, but it seems that the emperor believes that Fan Xian is also being kept in the dark.

He sighed in his heart, thinking that there would be no serious assassin, a farce.

But the problem is that Chen Pingping is not a childish round class student. Fan Jian is not the little girl who was crying in the iron gate at the first day of school. His Majesty would not believe that his two most cronies would make such a ridiculous thing. It’s the reason why the emperor is angry, but he doesn’t have much to do with Fan.

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The emperor finally stopped his mouth and turned back to take a heavy shot of the railing. The people in the building were surprised and stunned. Fan Xian was a master who used to be jealous of people. He made a mouth to Dai Gonggong’s mouth. Type, indicating that his Tiankou is thirsty.

Dai Gonggong just adjusted the Taiji Temple, and was short-sighted. Looking at Fan Tisshi’s reminder, he was prepared to serve the tea in the past.

"Change the wine." The emperor did not turn back, but he knew that Fan Xiao’s boy was doing something behind him, watching the scenery outside the bar, and in the eyes of the sky, he finally couldn’t help but scream a hint of laughter. A thousand poems in autumn, a cup of drunken cold fragrant wine, not only on the high-rise building, but also how to drink without drinking?"

Every three years, the chrysanthemum will be equipped with chrysanthemum wine, and it will be placed next to it. It’s just that the hanging temple has a small fire, and everyone is uneasy. It’s forgotten to come out, at this time, listening to the sigh, a special The small eunuch, who is the eyebrow of this job, went to the side of the bar with the wine case, and the tiptoe was placed on the tip of the foot.

Listening to the poem, Fan Xian is a slight shock. This is a chrysanthemum poem written by Li Jiabao in the thirty-eighth time. The emperor read it out at this time. Naturally, he has to show himself that he actually has nothing. I know that it’s just that the matter can’t stop the world, and Fan Xian’s has not been the same thing.

"The stone remembers this article, a love between men and women, but it is not a good thing, but the text is still acceptable... but these poems, some can not get it."

The three emperors in the building and the entourage, it is not clear why he suddenly talked about the literary way at this time, a slight glimpse. Fan Xian knows that he can't retreat, and he smiles and says: "The game of the game, I didn't want to be able to enter the scenery, it is fortunate."

"Hey? I thought it was... you are afraid that people know that this book is your name, so deliberately put some despicable work on the poetry, how to be childish."

Fan sighed and didn't know how to answer. At this time, everyone in the field finally knew that the stone that had been secretly circulated in the folk palace was originally from the hands of Xiao Fan, shocked, but he gave birth to the emotions of course. It has always been only a bookstore, and it is a literary and beautiful book. If it wasn’t for the famous Fan Fan who was shocked by the name of the world, I really didn’t know that the world was going to find another person.

The emperor took the glass and sniffed the slight aroma of the cup, and took a sip. Smiled a little, no longer paying attention to the distressed and leisurely sons.

There were two glasses of wine on the plate. This was a cup of wine with the Queen Mother. At this time, the emperor took a cup of drink and left a cup. At this time, the Queen Mother had already gone downstairs, and some did not know how to distribute it. He looked at the prince and looked at the big prince. After the brow wrinkled, he opened his eyes again. In the subconscious, he pointed his finger at Fan. Suddenly, I found something wrong. On the way, I was very hard and turned to the third child who was hiding in the corner and smiling.

The three emperors are still young. Bitter face said: "Father, the baby does not like to drink." Like this, can only be said by the little guy, will not be sentenced to a crime of rebellion.

The emperor calmed his face and said coldly: "More things than wine. You dare to do it, are you afraid of such a glass of wine?"

The three emperor's face was bitter, and it was suppressed by this icy cold. I was so scared that I almost cried out. Hurry up, thank you, walked to the side of the bar with a small foot, extended a small arm to remove the glass, and sent it to his mouth.

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When the sound of the sound was crisp, the glass of the hands of the three emperors fell to the ground and rolled away. He stared blankly at the cold light that seemed to be on the way. It seemed that he could not understand. I only have to drink a glass of wine. How can this guard guard hack himself?

After all, it’s a prince. When I grew up in a very complicated and extremely dangerous situation, the little guy immediately reacted – someone stabbed!

Behind him is the emperor's majesty. If he hugs his head, then this snow-like knife will lie directly on his arm. Of course, the Three Emperors did not have the hard-working method of the hard-working Grand Master, and there was no such thing as a strong coffin shelf of Ye Liuyun. Even if he was strong in front of the emperor, he estimated that it was a shocking knife. He will also split him directly into two halves, taking the first level of the emperor.

Hiding and not hiding are the same, so the three emperors chose the most correct way, he stood in the same place, staring at the knife in the light, the assassin vague face, trembling legs, all wet pants, desperately screamed stand up!

what!

Before the sharp screams rang through the top floor, everyone in the field had already discovered the fact of the assassination, because no one ever thought that there would be an assassin in the big guards of the Qingguo Palace, so when the knife stunned the momentum When chopping down the bar and catching a small glass of wine, no one can react, so that the knife broke through the defensive circles of the guards.

Only Fan Wei is exceptional. He exhales and turns his wrist. He hits the fist with a fist. The assassin hides too deeply. The shot is too sudden, and the knife is too strong, so that he does not dare to keep the slightest, behind his waist. The snow-capped mountains flashed brightly, and the infuriating gas that melted and poured out was like a big river that was transported along his right arm to his fist, and then smashed into the knife light through a few steps of air.

This punch is quite simple. The boxing wind has split open the air and pushes a slight squeak. It is like a snarling thunder, blasting in the knife light, and blowing up the snow-like knife. Smash!

Of course things are not that simple.

Fan is a boring chest, and is extremely shocked to find that the person who makes the knife is actually a strong hand of the nine products, but also right, dare to stab the world's most powerful monarchy assassin, there is no nine products, how to face. At this point he had already floated to the side of the three emperors, his left hand turned over, the black dagger had a leg, and it was extremely insidiously tied to the assassin's lower abdomen.

The knife in the assassin's hand was only half cut, but the knife was more and more fierce, and the speed was faster, which seemed to die in the same life. The guards finally woke up and shouted to come over here, sandwiching them with Fan. The assassin was a strong nine, and there was no way.

But at this time, the cloud in the sky just above the hanging temple floated out, revealing the sun, the blazing sun.

The light flashed, and there was a tragic white between the buildings. Then there was a whole body white, holding an assassin with a plain ancient sword. No one knows how this assassin appeared on the top floor, and no one found out. He has been deceived by the emperor by the cover of the sun.

At two o'clock, the two guards around the emperor reacted first, and pulled down one by one. The price paid was that the two men had a broken throat and blood, and even the knife had not been able to pull it out. Just fell to the ground.

A white man. Holding an ancient sword, stabbing the emperor's face!

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The emperor, who had previously resigned his life, was in the face of a sword that was like a foreigner. He was finally dragged back by the bodyguard who was not afraid of death.

At this time, the captivating point of the sword was actually a foot away from him. But everyone seems to think that tip of the sword. It seems that the throat of the emperor has been stabbed.

All locals know that the emperor of the Qing Dynasty will not martial arts, and several guards are arrogantly blocked in front of their majesty. Suddenly, they are worried about the sanctity. These guards choose the most direct method to block each other with human flesh. The sword's potential.

Countless blood splattered, but the emperor's eyes were still quiet, staring at the white assassin who had no swordsman and no one.

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The strength of the guards is sufficient. There are also Honggonggong under the hanging temple, and there are two only nine strong players in Ye Qin. At this point, as long as it can stop the white swordsman from a moment, you can save your life.

But who is going to stop? The guards have already done enough of what they should do, and they know that they have an assassin in their peers. I am afraid that it is very difficult to live any longer. In order to leave some living paths for my family, their desperate skills have already been taken out. The rest of the swords should be left to the sons of the Majesty... ...

A few hits in a row. It only happened within a very short period of time. At that time, the three emperors' hands were still on the ground, and the shocked Grand Emperor was preparing to rush to the front of the father. For him to block the savage ancient sword, but only had time to take two steps, the heel has not yet landed.

At this point, Fan Xi sinister handed out the black slender dagger, a few inches away from the guardian assassin's lower abdomen, but already felt the shocking sword behind him.

The blood of the sky flew like a chrysanthemum full of mountains. The bodyguards died in the air, and they didn't want to understand. How could the white swordsman hide above the hanging temple, where it has been checked.

Everything, like slow motion, is very meticulous and shocking to show in front of Fan.

He could even see with the light, and the prince rushed to his knees. The look of loyalty was really touching, but it was a pity that His Royal Highness had accidentally stepped on the glass of his brother’s lost hand. Without slipping, the whole person is about to fall to the ground in a funny pose.

God is doomed, the chance is coincidental, at this time only the nearest to the armpit, the fastest response to the leisure, to do this loyalty filial son ... Fan leisure neck after the cold hair is erected, the killing on the sword behind the body, than the body The former nine-nine assassin was more pure and more violent. In a very short period of time, he provoked the deep suffocation in his heart. He was confident that he would save his knees and beside him in this moment. The third child is only sure to be seriously injured by the white swordsman.

- But he decided to fight, such a good opportunity, the ambiguous Fan leisure will not miss, such a strong enemy, the victorious Fan leisure, refused to miss!

But at this time, what makes Fan Fan a little chilling is that the last move of the assassins has finally shot.

This time, the other party used the nails that had been buried in the court guards of the Qing State for ten years. I don’t know how much it cost. Please move the white swordsman to fight for the hard work of the country for more than ten years. It took the Honggonggong and the timely movement to create the current wonderful situation. However, the nine-snake assassin was not a killer, and even the white-sworded swordsman who was savvy was not a killer.

The real killing trick comes from behind the emperor of the Qing Dynasty!

The little **** who had previously presented the chrysanthemum of the chrysanthemum wine, when the emperor was forced to retreat a few steps by the sword of the white swordsman, he just stopped in front of him and saw him turn over the wine case and reach out in the gallery. Touching, like a juggling, turned out a gray dagger and slammed it toward the back of the emperor!

The dagger was hidden in the wooden pillar of the hanging temple, and the shank was painted in the same color as the wooden pillar, and no one could find a weapon there. No one knows how long this dagger has been placed here, and no one knows how long the opponent has planned for the assassination plan of the Qing emperor.

Just looking at this patience and careful arrangement, you know that the other side is determined to win - the murder of a king of the country, the most needed is not strength, but determination and courage.

At this time, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty was in front of him. It is an ancient sword, but the sword is terrifying, and behind him, it is an ancient one. But the extremely shaky dagger, there is no chance to return!

Fan Xian knows that he is facing the most dangerous test since he was born. It is more horrible than fighting on the meadow and the sea. But he has no time to sigh anything, he has already done it subconsciously, so he is the right choice. The black dagger comes out. , stabbed the other's eyes.

He knows that he is not a god. Even if Wu Zhushu or four great masters appear in their own positions, it is impossible to assassin in the face of repelling. In the case of keeping the third life, and then fighting with the white swordsman who is bullying the snow, there is enough time and strength. To help the younger **** who is behind him.

The little **** in the palace had no effort, but the old sword in his hand was the most important thing.

So he chose to save the three emperors first, and then save them, although this choice seems to be a big deal afterwards. However, in Fan’s eyes, the three emperors are only eight years old and still a child.

Save people. Nature is the first to save the small.

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The black dagger is like a black snake. It stabs the first assassin's eyebrows. The other party's plan is extremely detailed. Of course, the most horrible means of knowing Fan Fei is the black slender dagger. The legend is Fei Jie. The ominous thing that the old monster personally opened the light, the nine-nine assassin did not dare to neglect, half a straight knife flashed, directly hit the dagger to the downstairs.

He wants to see. Fan Tis, who has been hailed as a civil and military person by the world, can face his own knife in the case of losing his weapon.

When the dagger had just flew out of the railing, Fan Xian had already turned quickly and left his back to the assassin. In the process of turning around, he couldn’t see the extremely fast speed in his hair. A sigh of relief, with a slight wave of backwards.

A thin needle was inserted into the outer edge of the assassin's tail finger unbiasedly, only a glimpse into it, and even blood seemed impossible to take a drop.

The assassin was snoring, and he felt that his blood was not smooth, and he slammed his own fingers.

Looking up, I have not seen the fan.

Fan Xian has already arrived at the front of the incomparable white swordsman, and he is between him and the emperor. With him, there are naturally three black arrows and several big canopies. It is effective, but it must be very lascivious, enough to smash the poisonous smoke!

A large piece of yellow, white and white smoke spread out in the wooden building on the top floor of the Hanging Temple. It is really strange to say that it is like the fireworks that Kyoto can occasionally see.

But the white swordsman seemed to know very well about the insidious mode of combat. He had already avoided the three arrows and closed his breath. He still had a sword straight, wearing thousands of mountains, the more water, the smoke broke. , killing the face of Fan Xian.

At this time, all the means to make out the fan leisure, is in front of the emperor's body, even if this sword stabbed over, it will only first stab the body of Fan Xian, even if he is a great man to be willing to give life to the emperor Laozi, It can only be done at this point. As for the little **** who is stabbing behind him... Well, please ask yourself to ask for more happiness.

A sword is coming!

Fan’s overbearing instinct is incomparably mad. At this time, I don’t know if the mind is commanding the infuriating, or the true spirit has already controlled the mind, only to hear him scream, the palms are screaming, the body’s infuriating It was compressed into two extremely strong mountains and stones, and it ran out of the arm and greeted the sword.

The white swordsman frowned slightly, knowing that if he still keeps his sword straight, even if he pierces the chest of Fan Free, he will be crushed by the horrible two palms.

With a bang, the ancient sword is like a fairy who has pulled out the green branches of the human world, and swayed into the shoulders of Fan Xian!

At this moment, the white swordsman swords, and Fan leisure.

A loud bang, the power of the direct shock, the dust, the poisonous smoke, the white swordsman even if the genius, but also the fan of the infants and young children laid the foundation of the true gas, the left hand is slightly weak, wrist bones When you make a sound, it is a fold.

But what made Fan’s heart tremble was that when the white swordsman was shaken off by himself, he could still pull out the ancient sword that was inserted in his shoulder! How fast is this speed, how wonderful!

A hit is not right, immediately retreat, it is the first-class assassin's acting style, the white swordsman tiptoe at the side of the bar, no longer look at Fan leisure, then jumped to the temple, the clothes were blown away by the mountain wind, just like It is a white crane that does not touch the dust.

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At the moment when the white-swordsman and Fan Fan played against each other, two sounds that didn’t attract attention were heard.

The nine-inspired assassin who made Fan Xian a little embarrassed, at this time, his face was **** red, his shoulders and shoulders were broken, his blood was flowing, his eyes were unwilling and desperate, and he fell down. At the same time, his mouth was flowing black. Blood, when the body touches the floor, it is already very thorough.

Behind the assassin, Hong Gonggong, who has been squatting, still sleeves his hands, as if he had not shot.

Fan Xian suddenly thought of the most insane action of the Assassin. Huoran turned and saw a picture that shocked him and made him remember many years later.

The little eunuch, who was holding the dagger and intended to stab, collapsed on the floor and had a piece of sawdust on his head.

The goal of his assassination, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, held a wooden plate with a glass of wine in his hand. This was the only weapon that the emperor had previously caught in the chaos. He looked at the little **** under his feet and said: "While it's not Ye Liuyun, it's not that you can kill this role!"

Indeed, although the Qing emperor did not repair the so-called martial arts, but after all, it is also the brave who immediately hit the world, the ordinary fight, there are still a few brushes.

The unsettled fan leisure, watching the emperor holding a half-wooden image, but did not know how to think of the past and see the old and young movies... a good brick!

Under the hanging temple, there was a scream of screams and screams. It must have been that the white swordsman had escaped. It seems that the dignitaries of the Qing State are brave enough and temperamental. They know that the other side is an assassin on the sacred sacred. Go up.

Another exclamation and suffocation, far from the floor.

At this time, it was not the time for punishment. Fan Xian went to the side of the bar and saw that on the ground, Kyoto’s garrison Ye Ye was covering his lips. With his eyesight, he could see that the other person was vomiting blood, presumably the previous one. When the white swordsman played against, he made a sigh.

Ye Zhong is a rare nine-powerful person in Qingguo Kyoto. Since he vomited blood under the sneak attack, the white-sworded swordsman is naturally heavier, and it is not a problem. In the distant chrysanthemums, you can see the name. The white swordsman was slightly delayed.

"In the legend, Si Gujian has a younger brother. He left home away from childhood. No one knows where he is." The emperor stood under Fan Xian’s body and said coldly: "Fan leisure, catch him and see." Are their brothers and sisters equally idiotic!"

Even after the thrilling, the Qing emperor, who has always been calm and steady, finally became angry.

Fan Xian knows that he can't say what he said at this time. Since Honggonggong has gone upstairs, the emperor's next safety will not be cared for. Although his shoulder is still bleeding, his man has jumped out of the railing. Like a black bird, he rushed downstairs.

Downstairs is another exclamation.

"Look at the play!" Fan leisurely face a cold, the emperor made a speech, he has no way.

After a moment of his passing, the Kyoto garrison Ye Zhong, who was too late to defend himself, finally adjusted his interest. He blackened his face and swept the direction of the white swordsman. The palace was his younger brother. Living in the assassin, I am afraid that the entire Ye family will be unlucky. If you jump into the river, you will not be able to wash it. Even if you fight this old life, he will have to catch the assassin and catch it!

Then, the masters of the martial arts among the guards turned into countless arrows and rushed to the mountains.

There are layers of banned troops under the mountain. On the mountain, there are two leisurely and nine-powered strong men who lead a group of red-eyed big-body guards. I don’t know if the white assassin can escape.

(The author thinks that this chapter is well written and proud.)

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