Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 341|His arms are in ruins

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Ning Changyuan: "..."

Dao Chang Ning wanted to applaud, but suddenly saw Meng Qi's expression.

Alright, anyway, your relationship is not normal, and it’s not a big deal to learn a few tricks from each other.

In fact, hundreds of years ago, martial arts masters came out in large numbers, and they were not limited to one family. Those who clung to their ancestors' foundations would soon fall behind and become the second most popular. Close friends and fellow experts often verify martial arts with each other. If you fight too much, there is always a trick to learn both form and spirit.

Who is not a martial arts wizard yet?

As long as you are willing to think carefully, try again and again, and take it out to bluff people steadily.

As for why it is bluffing, it is difficult to use it consistently because it is a single move.

Firstly, it is not in line with my own martial arts, and the conversion is abruptly uncomfortable. Secondly, it is unnecessary. In the end, I learned a hundred schools for the purpose of creating new martial arts.

Even if the tricks are available, the ink carp cannot be restored with bare hands, and the flames are needed to help reproduce the majestic power of the sun.

Ning Daochang recalled the sudden appearance of the Yanlong, and felt that Moli's hand was the real accident.

It's not exactly similar, but it's a dragon, it's really like it.

The dragon's head and tail are complete and not to mention, even the dragon's whiskers and dragon's eyes can be found. This is not the job of martial arts masters at all. Is it possible that on weekdays he always splashes ink and draws dragons, and now he is so proficient with his internal strength?

Ning Changyuan’s painting skills are not bad, otherwise he can’t do imitating. At this moment, he has a strong interest. He looked at the ink carp, and he couldn’t tell that he was a dragon painting enthusiast. For example, he loves painting horses. , Painting tigers, painting raccoon slaves, and painting bamboo, chrysanthemum, orchid and plum, dragons are not uncommon.

Except for the dragon and the tiger, the others... really can't make a move when they are attacking.

Imagine that the flames roll over, and a naive raccoon slave pops out, is it fair?

Ning Changyuan turned his back, and the horrified Sacred Lotus Altar cultists took a step back, wishing to learn the legendary method of earth escape.

"Where to go!"

Ning Changyuan didn't want to let go of the old white bones who used Gu poison, so he chased him with his sword.

The holy lotus altar was completely chaotic this time. This sword shocked everyone. They realized that the general situation was over. Ning Changyuan and the three martial arts were too high. Even if there are many people on their side, most of them don’t want to reverse it if they don’t die. Situation, who can guarantee that it is not oneself who will die?

The mob finally lived up to its name, and everyone fled, including the rebel soldiers.

"Dragon, it's a dragon... how could it be a demon?"

"Where is Xingjun?"

The man who killed the red eye finally recovered, looking at the crooked carriage, the long-lost faintness came back to his heart.

There is a strong city wall in front of me. There are "dragons" that can show their true nature. Outside this city, on the vast land of Jingzhou, there are also money and food. Why should I die here? Oh, the saint said to the protector that by taking the Nanping County Mansion, you can use the Taoist Temple of the Chenghuang Temple to summon the heavenly soldiers and generals to eliminate the evil and the evil.

Never mind the devil, this catastrophe, seeing that it has not passed through!

The adversary retreats like a tide, even if someone wants to restrain it, they can't control it.

The generals of the Heavenly Consecrated King gritted their teeth and left the green hills. If they died here today, they would have no hope of anything.

Although the former soldiers of Yizhou were unwilling in every possible way, as the people around them turned their heads and ran in panic, they could only be carried and left behind. They looked towards the city head and looked at Moli Mengqi's eyes with resentment. Hate.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

"Ahem." Zheng Tu stared at the ink carp with the same gaze.

Blood choked into the lungs, but every cough would involve the broken ribs, which was painful.

In addition, internal injuries caused damage to the viscera, and he died soon.

Zheng's wounded face gradually distorted. He narrowed his eyes and laughed laboriously: "Do you think you won?"

Mo Li didn't look at him again, and turned back to look for his sword.

"...Without me, there is no Master Luo...Unfortunately, even if there is no Godsend King, this rebellious army will still exist. Hunting dogs who have tasted blood will not be willing to go back to the past." Zheng Tu's strength to speak gradually recovered , His face turned red, swept away the frustration and bleakness just now.

He is dying, whether he is willing or not, he can only meet the result.

But Zheng Tu did not admit that he was defeated. It was only his ambition that failed, and the situation in Jingzhou, Jiangnan, and even the entire world had long been irreversible.

"Kill!" Zheng Tu sarcastically looked sideways at the people running in embarrassment, panting like a bellows, "In front of you, these people are like ants, you can trample on them at will. But you can kill them. How many people are dead? Even if they are exhausted, there will eventually be fish that slip through the net...cough cough, and the soldiers of the Tianshou King who were scattered all over Jingzhou before..."

The adversary general had entered the crowd to save his life before, but now he can't find it.

Zheng Tu planned everything for himself, and the conspiracy will not end because of his death.

The army of the Tianshou King was defeated in the Nanping County Mansion City. The generals disagreed with each other. They shot and scattered, and then each gathered the remnants and re-played the banner of the Holy Lotus Altar, becoming bandits who flee in the south of the Yangtze River. It was an attempt to imitate the previous year's soldiers who were suppressed and fought separately, which caused the beginning of a troubled world and separatism among the heroes. In the end, some remnants would succeed in returning to the "local officers" of the Yellow Turban Army.

The rule of King Jing has existed in Jingzhou in name only, and it has given the rebel army an excellent survival soil, and at the same time——

"Ahem, Jingzhou...what a great place, what a big piece of fat, doesn't Qi Chao want it? Doesn't King Ning want it? King Wu is willing to sit at home and watch others scramble?" Zheng Tu leisurely He sighed, with a twisted smile, "Kill, the inexhaustible ants, in the face of the general trend of the world, you are also worms."

It's ridiculous that the worm shakes the tree.

Ha, the world's number one sword, what about the super master?

To Zheng Tu's expectation, Meng Qi was not angry or surprised, so he took his sword and walked slowly.

"You might as well guess how did Chief Ning arrived?"

"..."

Isn't it Fengxing Pavilion? Zheng Tu changed his mind and sarcastically said: "So you expected Fengxing Pavilion to gather the people from the rivers and lakes to fight against the officers and soldiers."

"Wrong, it's coordination, at least Jiang Xia's defending army is not a soft-footed shrimp." Meng Qi said slowly, "Qi Jun will not be willing to take over Jiangnan, they are not clear about the affairs of their own court. Just need to say. Exaggerating the epidemic in Jiangnan, the middle one looks like a hungry ghost, and the northern soldiers are unacceptable. As long as Ningwu is willing to give money, then Qi Jun will return to Jiangbei if he is too addicted to chopping melons and vegetables."

Finally, Jingzhou is not the only people who can cut and kill.

There are also Yunming Academy, and there are hundreds of young people who want to avenge their lives and destroy their homes.

"Stupid." Zheng Tu spit out blood and said with difficulty, "You have underestimated the ambitions of the people in the world. To tell you the truth, that's it for King Wu. There is a huge variable in Jingzhou..."

"Do you want to talk about the so-called masters of Mojieti Temple in Xiliang, and their leader Ayan Puka? Dead!"

"..."

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows to look at Zheng Tu, before waiting for the latter to react, he said coolly, "Perhaps you also want to say that a poisonous snake under King Ning's command, Mr. Qiu who controls countless people for profit? Oh, He is also dead!"

As he spoke, he casually spread out his palms, then curled his fingers together one by one, his expression full of contempt.

Even though he didn't say it clearly, he was almost writing "I did it" on his forehead.

Zheng Tu spouted a mouthful of blood.

That’s all for Xiliang, I didn’t expect Qiu Si...

Of course, Zheng Tu didn’t know that Qiu Si’s death was approaching. In his opinion, Ayan Puka, who was mysteriously looking for the dragon veins, was just like his master, Qingwu ancestor Zhao Zangfeng, who had a brain disease, but Qiu Si had a real layout. Master, too far apart, Zheng Tu didn't know much about it, it was enough to alert him.

How is it, how is it possible?

"Of course, there are surging rivers, the heavens and the earth are always in the same position, and there are always an endless stream of heroic counsellors, but right now there should be not many that can surpass your Heavenly Granted King and Qiu Si." Meng Qi said lightly, "Come one Just press one down and let them drown in this torrent!"

The breath that Zheng Tu held in his heart was completely defeated. He gritted his teeth and did not forget to dig a big hole for Meng Qi at the last moment when his breath was extinct: "...cough cough, okay, I want See, how long can you do it, no one can be undefeated forever, can you still live forever?"

This world has long been hopeless. The ambitious have come to the throne again and again, and the foolish people have been exploited in a single crop. This is the number of days.

No matter who wants to save the world, let’s die of exhaustion first!

Zheng Tu struggled, and as soon as he smiled, he heard an inaudible voice.

"Why not?"

Zheng Tu suddenly rounded his eyes and stared at Meng Qi.

Is this a madman, or a madman like Zhao Zangfeng?

His eyes gradually blurred, Zheng Tu's throat made a sound, but after all he could not utter another word.

While Meng Qi was speaking, he lifted his palm and broke his heart.

"I thought he had any other players." Meng Qi said regretfully, looking at the corpse.

Ning Changyuan came back with the head of the old man with bones: "..."

Although I don't know what happened, I think Zheng Tu might be so angry that he would grab the black and white impermanence chain of souls, and kick Meng Qi before he can go.

"When the poor road came, the Lord Qiu gave a firework report, saying that after the rebellious army was defeated, it would be lit..."

Ning Changyuan turned his head and looked inside the city. The fire seemed to be gradually getting smaller, but the situation was a bit wrong.

"Then, the warrior under that city..."

Someone on the top of the city shouted tremblingly.

Meng Qi didn't respond, and said with a sullen face: "This place will be handed over to Chief Ning. Once Fengxing Pavilion arrives, we will temporarily integrate our forces. Do not put any of the powerful and powerful in Jingzhou into Jiangxia. The most important thing is now. Deal with the defeated army of Tianshou kings all over Jingzhou. No longer allow Jingzhou bureaucrats to delay, I will look for the Qi army."

Ning Changyuan agreed, and at the same time glanced at the ink carp who came back empty-handed, hesitated and said: "Doctor Mo, did you not find... the knife?"

Mo Lei shook his head slightly, looking regretful.

"Broken."

The Wufeng Knife is not a magic weapon forged by famous masters, and it has only been used for five years.

Since the start of martial arts training, Moli constantly replaces weapons as the "physique" pulls high heels to control internal force, until this pair of bladeless knives is considered finalized.

However, this is the knife he brought from Zhushan County, and has accompanied him a lot along the way.

"One day I will find a craftsman for Ali and recast two good knives." Meng Qi immediately took off the heartfelt sword on his waist and squeezed it over, "Before this, it is better to use my sword. My swordsmanship can also be taught."

Ning Daochang silently lowered his head and closed his eyes.

——The boundless way, the outer robe belt can be explained.