Chapter 337 Reverse ��xiang xiang

Yan Qijun said Ma He's identity, and his face became extremely ugly.

There are three main and nine deputy seventy-two side halls in the Prince of Yan's mansion. The Yi'an Hall is one of the nine deputy halls. It is the place where Yan Qijun usually reads, does articles, and take care of documents and other documents such as letters. Ma He, as the eunuch general manager of Yi'an Hall, is also a confidant beside Yan Qijun. He actually appeared beside Yan Xiaoqi, and he was the executor who bribed Lin Qiuluo to assassinate Yan Qijun. What does this represent?

His hands pressed heavily on the window sill, and a pair of flesh palms fell into the window sill two inches deep. Yan Qijun said in a negative voice, "No matter who is behind this, I swear to kill it." Suddenly looking back at Zhao Kuo, Yan Qijun said coldly, "Don't you know their identity at all?"

Zhao Kuo shook his head helplessly. He said in a low voice, "Zhao Kuo belongs to the Great Zhao Military Department, and the Zhaowu Hall are completely two systems. The Zhaowu Hall is controlled by Lin Xiangru Chengxiang and the Su Dynasty Chengxiang. The military headquarters only cooperates with the Zhaowu Hall, and Zhao Kuo is also ordered to act this time.

Don't beg for a moment, and a murderous look suddenly flashed on his face. He sneered and said, "Don't worry about him so much! Master Xiong "Master He" went down to arrest people. Yan Xiaoqi, Ma He, and all the people around them were captured alive and taken out for torture!" Zhao Kuo hurriedly shouted, "No, this time I brought the three Zhao's offerings, too..." Zhao Kuo's eyes glanced at Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu quickly. The worship of the three Zhaos he brought was also the cultivation of the realm of the yuan god.

Don't beg and frowned. He thought quickly and pinched all the remaining drunken dragon fragrance on his body into a round ball the size of a child's fist, and handed it to Zhao Kuo with an antidote. He lowered his voice and underestimated a few words in Zhao Kuo's ear, and Zhao Kuo's face suddenly changed. "He looked at Don't beg with great embarrassment.

Don't beg Zhao Kuo to use the drunken dragon incense. Later, once you don't beg to catch people, when Da Zhao's worship stops him, he will use the drunken dragon incense to dry the three offerings. In the face of the request not to beg, Zhao Kuo was naturally full of reluctance. He brought the three yuan gods to worship. If something happened to them in Xueyuanxing, Zhao Kuo could not explain it after he went back. The worship of the yuan god, this is also a strategic-level force in Dazhao. It is not possible to lose one thing, not to mention three losses at one time?

He stared at Zhao Kuo fiercely, frowned, and took out the three blue jade rings scraped from Qingyi Sanren. Handing the ring to Zhao Kuo, don't beg for a sneer and said, "These three jade rings are fairy weapons. It's up to you to change a set of three fairy weapons for three monks in the realm of the yuan gods! Either you are fascinated and give them to me, or..."

Don't beg's body moved, and the two demon puppets emerged from the beggar's body like ghosts. The silent left and right clamped Zhao Kuo's two sharp swords, one left and one right to resist Zhao Kuo's soft ribs. Don't beg looked at Zhao Kuo with a charming smile and said gently, "You are my worship brother, brother, you are a worship brother!" For the sake of my brother, I don't know if Zhao Kuo can insert a knife in both ribs?" With the grin of Don't begging, the two demon puppets' wrists and two long swords immediately stabbed Zhao Kuo's soft ribs three inches. The body of the demon god puppet emitted a faint blood light, and the blood in Zhao Kuo's body was slowly sucked away by the long sword.

Zhao Kuo's face changed slightly. He said to Bu Begging with a smile, "Big brother has said so. What if the three offerings are left to the eldest brother to deal with?"

After receiving the drunken dragon incense group and three jade rings, Zhao Kuo smiled bitterly and looked at the two demon god puppets that held him. Don't beg for a cold snort. The bodies of the two demon puppets squirmed and slowly turned into two extremely beautiful girls in this life. The girl with an indifferent face punched Zhao Kuo's soft ribs and hit Zhao Kuo's wound.

Zhao Kuo howled in pain. He looked at Bu begging pitifully and sighed helplessly: "Since you have to deal with the three offerings, why don't you just kill the deputy of the younger brother! That deputy is Zhao He's confidant. This time, he came out with his younger brother, but in order to compete for success. Don't beg nod and agreed to Zhao Kuo's request. Zhao Kuo changed his neat clothes with a bitter face, cleaned up the wounds on his body, and walked out of the restaurant with two demon puppets.

Don't beg to look at Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu. The two demon kings sneered, immediately turned into two demon winds and rushed out of the window, and rushed to Yan Xiaoqi and his party on the street. Yan Xiaoqi, Ma He and Bai Feng seemed to be about to come to the restaurant. When Xiong Wanling rushed down, the group just walked to the door of the restaurant.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the rapid wind coming from the top of his head, and the strong demonic spirit surged down his head. Bai Feng couldn't help shouting angrily, "Who is the evil, dare to come to Baishuang City to make trouble?" He waved casually, more than a dozen masters were about ten feet long, He Qianqiu greeted him.

These "sword lights" are the unique "frost star sword" made by the immortal ancestor of Baishuang City who collects deep-sea Xuanbing elites and cooperates with ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing iron and quenched by the power of the stars. The sword spirit is yin and cold. If the immortals in the ordinary golden elixir realm are attacked by the sword spirit, they will definitely be frozen into ice. If their cultivation is slightly weaker, they will even be frozen to death alive. As the best son of the Bai family's generation, Bai Feng got a total of thirteen frost star swords, and the thirteen sword lights were frighteningly powerful at the same time.

The cold air roared out and quickly spread to a radius of a hundred feet. The ground speed was frozen out of the thick ice, and the people from far and near were shivering around in shivering. Even the low-level monks who ate in the restaurant shouted and fled in confusion. Some of them escaped a little slower. When they were touched by the cold air from the frost star sword, they immediately turned into white ice and snow statues.

There was an exclamation in the distance." It seemed that someone was shouting and laughing: "Where can I get Sanxiu? Do you dare to make trouble in Baishuang City? Isn't this looking for death?"

Xiong Wanling, who flew down, snorted coldly, "His palms were superimposed, and he pressed down heavily. A huge palm roared out of his palm and collided with the frost star sword fiercely. Bai Feng only felt an irresistible terrible pressure on his head. His knees softened and he knelt on the ground heavily. At the same time, his internal organs were under great pressure." A mouthful of reverse blood rolled out of his stomach, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the ground was suddenly full of blood he spewed out.

Frost Star was hit hard by Xiong Wanling's palms, and immediately said, "click, crisp sound, the body of the sword cracked a lot of cracks one after another, and the cold air was smashed by Xiong Wanling in one fell swoop. The flying sword was damaged, and Bai Feng, who had been seriously injured in the body, only felt dark in front of his eyes, and his divine consciousness was also seriously traumatized.

He spewed out a blood arrow in his seven orifices and fell to the ground in confusion. His body twitched, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

Xiong Wanling's huge palm of light defeated the frost star sword and bombarded the ground heavily.

With a loud noise, a circle of strong light visible to the naked eye quickly spread around, and the ground collapsed more than ten miles away without casting power. A large number of monks howled and were rolled up by the shock wave, and their bodies quickly flew back. Their bodies were greatly impacted, and some monks with low cultivation. Their bodies were torn to pieces by the shock wave on the spot, and a large area of blood mist suddenly sprayed in the air.

He Qianqiu let out a long cry. He opened his mouth, and a large area of cyan light rain sprayed out, and countless pattering blue rains covered the world. The monks of the Bai family, who hung blue jade and cards around their waists, representing the identity of the Frost Wind Team of the White Frost City Guard, were concentrated by the light. Their fragile bodies were penetrated by the light silk, and they were beaten into a sieve in the blink of an eye. The golden elixir in the body were smashed by Scatter.

The two demon kings are used to being domineering in Mengshan. Once they take action, they will kill. It doesn't matter what Baishuang City you are and where you come from. Xiong Wanling collapsed half of the White Frost City with one palm. He Qianqiu killed more than 20 members of the White Frost City Frost Wind Team in one move, including Bai Feng, the best son of the Bai family.

Now there are only white-faced Yan Xiaoqi, Ma He, and two other men and two women standing on the street. The six people's eyes widened in horror, staring at Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu who rushed down from the top of their heads. They all knew the worship of these two masters of the Great Yan Dynasty, knew what their identity was, and even knew that they were the personal guard of Yan Qijun's coming to Xueyuanxing this time.

The two demon kings are here, so what about Yan Qijun?

He Qianqiu roared, and he rolled his sleeves, and a blue light shot out. Yan Xiaoqi and six people were sealed by the blue light without any resistance at all, and suppressed the cultivation of the whole body. The breeze swept through, with a big sleeve, and six people were stuffed into the sleeves by He Qianqiu.

Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu were about to return to the restaurant to meet Buqi and Yan Qijun. The three powerful demonic spirits suddenly rose to the sky, and the worship of the three yuan gods of the State of Zhao rushed from the west to the side. One of them shouted harshly, "The two in front" are Xiong Daoyou and He Daoyou? Come on, come on, we are so close!" It is said to be close, but these three worships who are also monsters are full of murderous spirit. A few miles away from here, the three worshipers waved their hands together, and the three swords rushed towards this side with a strange whistling sound. One of the offerings roared, and suddenly a long flagpole made of white bones suddenly appeared above his head, and a flag made of human skin hung on the flagpole, spinning all over the sky with green smoke and phosphorus.

At this time, Zhao Kuo, who had a long wound on his forehead and blood, rushed out of a collapsed building and rushed to the three offerings with two beautiful girls dancing. Zhao Kuo's body is wrapped in green smoke. A faint fragrance floats everywhere. He rushed to the three worshipers and shouted harshly, "A worship, help! Why did the house collapse when it was so good?

The three major offerings pulled Zhao Kuo behind him for strict protection. Zhao Kuo's hand carried a piece of medicine that kept emitting smoke and threw it directly at the feet of the three major offerings.

In that box, Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu were about to fight, when the bodies of the three worships suddenly shook and fell softly to the ground. The sword light and flagpole they hit were out of control, and they immediately floated feebly in the air, and no longer had the power just now.

Don't laugh loudly and fly this way with Yan Qijun. Yan Qijun's face was full of excited smiles, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air from all sides of the White Frost City. Countless sword lights rushed this way, and the sharp siren resounded through the sky.