This Game is Not Easy

At the beginning, Jian Buwei felt that Ge Changqiu was very thick-skinned, but today he was extremely shameless.

How can this be tolerated? Portals must be cleared!

His face sank, and Jian Buwei began to run the magic art.

A black aura emerged from his body and quickly wrapped around the long sword.

Black Sword, in this world!

Jian Buwei's actions made the six people's expressions congeal.

The battle between the two sides is imminent.

At this moment, everyone's attention is focused on Jianbuwei.

So they didn't notice that Fang Yi quietly put the tear gas canister on the ground at this time.

A brief white light flashed, and the tear gas grenade emitted a peculiar gas that quickly spread and spread away.

The guards closest to Fang Yi felt the anomaly first.

His eyes were sore and itchy, and the tears suddenly couldn't stop flowing.

"my eyes?!"

"The eyes are so uncomfortable, the tears keep flowing!"

"I'm in the same situation, it's that kid, it must be the magic trick that the kid from the Jishan faction casts!"

The riots spread, and everyone felt the power of tear gas for the first time, and they didn't know how to prepare.

At the same time, the battle above finally broke out.

The six masters of the palace and Jianbu surrounded and fought together, and the aftermath of the battle alone made everyone below them unable to resist.

At the beginning, the six masters were able to fight back and forth with Jianbuwei.

But as time went by, the black sword of Jianbuwei became more and more prosperous, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and his strength increased gradually during the battle.

The six masters finally felt powerless and suffered casualties.

One of them was forced to the ground by Jian Buwei, and immediately shouted: "Hurry up and report to the lord of the country, go and ask the national teacher to leave the customs! We can't resist this thief!"

boom!

As soon as the voice fell, a phantom black sword suddenly fell from the sky, piercing this person with a sword.

Looking at the big hole in his chest, he widened his eyes, his consciousness gradually faded away, and he slowly fell down.

Everyone below was frightened and took a step back, looking towards the sky, only to see Jian Buwei throwing and holding the black sword in his hand, and the sword just now was just the avatar sword that he had created by virtue of his internal strength.

No one could have imagined that Jian Buwei would be so cruel.

The original palace was besieged by six masters. Not only did he fail, but he killed one person instead!

"Retreat, retreat! Go and ask the national teacher to leave the customs immediately!"

"I'm going to report to the king, let him retreat for the time being!"

Most of the guards dispersed, but Jian Buwei narrowed his eyes.

Because he found that Fang Yi had disappeared without knowing when.

A group of trash, who can't even look at anyone.

Jian Buwei would instead blame the incompetence of these guards.

He wanted to chase Fang Yi immediately, but was stopped by the other five.

Although Jian Buwei is stronger than the six masters.

But it is not strong enough to kill instantly with one sword, so it is impossible to get rid of these five people for the time being.

The battle between the two sides once again became fierce and fierce.

The six masters fell one by one, and when the national teacher finally arrived, only two of the six masters were left to support.

"National Division!"

"National teacher save me!"

As if seeing the savior, the two of them with ecstasy on their faces, retreated together.

"Elder Zhao, long time no see."

Jian Buwei flicked the tail of his sword and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Presumptuous! Don't be unreasonable to the national teacher!"

"Jian Buwei, don't think this is the extreme mountain sect, trespassing the palace, the national teacher will make you pay the price!"

Jian Buwei laughed, pointing his sword at the old demon.

"Either die or get out, you choose one! Don't try to stop me from chasing and killing Song Changqiu!"

Chasing and killing Song Changqing?

Zhao Guoshi frowned and looked at the two remaining masters next to him.

This kind of sight made their faces hot, and they lowered their heads together.

They are not fools. They were hot-headed before and didn't realize the problem.

Now calm down and realize that he and the others should have been tricked by that disciple of the extreme mountain sect.

But now that the hatred has been forged, Jian Buwei broke into the palace and killed four masters in a row. If he did such a thing, could he still let people leave alive?

Zhao Guoshi also understood this principle, so he just glanced at the two of them and looked at Jian Buwei again.

"Sword Master, I will also give you a choice. As long as you can take my palm, Quansi Kingdom will never pursue this matter, and the gate of the palace will always be open to you. Otherwise, please go back to Yongzhou Kingdom. Choose a day with enough sincerity and come here to apologize."

Zhao Guoshi's tone was calm, as if he was just discussing household trivial matters, indifferent and casual.

Jian Buwei heard the words, and Sen smiled coldly.

"What a big tone, even if you let the horse come over, I still don't believe that you have not seen it for ten years. How high can you, Old Demon Zhao, reach!"

"In that case, please take over the sword master!"

When the voice fell, Zhao Guoshi gently pushed forward with a palm.

This palm is unremarkable.

This palm is calm.

Even Jian Buwei thought that this palm was just a bluff, just a false move.

But the next moment, Jian Buwei's face suddenly changed!

Because his chest, after the palm was pushed out, instantly collapsed as if it was squeezed.

First, the bones are broken, then the internal organs and other body organs are squeezed, and the blood rushes up...

boom!

The next moment, the pressure suddenly intensified.

Before Jian Buwei could react, the whole person seemed to have been hit hard, and suddenly flew upside down, hitting the stone pillar heavily~www.readwn.com~ The smoke filled the air.

By the time Jian Buwei stumbled to his feet again, his shirt had already been shaken to pieces.

On his chest, a five-fingered palm print appeared, his chest had been squeezed and deformed, and the injury was extremely serious.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Jian Buwei coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and looked at Old Demon Zhao in awe.

Why is the gap still so big? !

"Sword Master, it seems that you lost."

Zhao Guoshi slowly retracted his palms and said calmly: "I hope that the next apology brought by the swordsman will satisfy the king, otherwise the extreme mountain sect will forever become history."

"Humph!"

Jian Buwei snorted coldly, looked at Old Demon Zhao deeply, ran the lotus walk, took off and left the palace.

call-

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"The mighty national teacher!"

"The national teacher is invincible!"

"With the National Teacher here, Quansi Country will always be safe!"

puff.

Before everyone's flattery was finished, Zhao Guoshi suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone's face changed and they were startled.

"National Division?!"

"National Division!"

Zhao Guoshi stopped weakly, and then whispered to the two masters next to him.

"My birthday is approaching, and I will use Wuxin Palm again today. It has already overdrawn my lifespan and has reached its limit. If I can't support it and die early, you must declare that I am still in seclusion, otherwise Quansi Kingdom will be in great trouble... In addition, this time Yongzhou Kingdom It must be attacked!"

The original surprise mood of the two masters suddenly became heavy.

"Report!"

At this moment, a guard rushed over from a distance.

"All the thousands of horses raised in the stables were killed by that disciple of the extreme mountain sect. Only one was ridden away by him and escaped from the palace, and now he is nowhere to be seen!"

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