Chapter 250 Da Kuang Famous Sword on

In front of the Taiqing Hall, the golden lotus lamp is tall.

"Bang!"

The worth of money, Donghai Yu Ruyi was smashed to pieces, but this alone could not completely vent the emperor's anger. In a blink of an eye, the roar echoed in the hall.

"Dian Kui, Dian Kui! He was not cut off his neck by Lv Fengqi eight years ago. How could he still be alive!"

Wang Situ is accompanying the hall. These days, the old man's back is much more bent than before, and he doesn't seem to have noticed it.

"Your Majesty is angry... The old minister wondered whether the Mobei Kuanglong had found some strange man and helped him reload his neck.

Wang Situ hesitated and said respectfully.

Emperor Kuang looked at the map on the desk with an unpredictable look, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

That map is very large, far more than Da Kuang, which has thirteen princes and five provinces. The color is dim. It is the kind of mottled ancient yellow, which obviously has a long history.

"Aren? Is it true that there are really wonderful rejuvenation in the world? Then why, instead of coming to serve the widow, he wants to add trouble to the widow!"

After only calming down for a while, Emperor Kuang roared again.

Wang Situ lowered his eyebrows, copied the sleeve, lowered his eyelids, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

The man in front of him and the emperor who was not shocked in the twenty-two years ago are simply different. He has been humiliated for twenty-two years. Even if he was smiling all day at that time, he must be extremely depressed and aggrieved. With one move to regain control of the world, he would have to breathe a bad breath. But... If he has been like this, he can't even control himself, how can he control the whole world?

After a long time, Emperor Kuang took a deep breath and was a little calm.

"Dian Kui will not die for a day, and Da Kuang will not have peace for a day. It is said that..."

The word "Lv" said, and the old minister opened his mouth, and Emperor Kuang seemed to think of something. He frowned and put the words in his stomach.

Lv Fengqi is subdued to him on the surface, but he doesn't listen to him, and his mind is unpredictable. He is already an invincible existence of Da Kuang. If he is allowed to kill Dian Kui again, his reputation will break through the sky, beyond Da Kuang's people, which is not what Emperor Kuang wants.

"Lord Prime Minister, who else can kill the leader?"

"Except for Lv Fengqi, I'm afraid there is only one Li Zilong, but..."

"Well, isn't Li Zilong in the arms of the king of the East China Sea who is ready to move? He has a general to guard the town, and another Li Zilong... If it really doesn't work, we can only open a blessed place.

Hearing the words, Wang Situ's face changed dramatically. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Emperor Kuang in disbelief. He trembled and said, "Your Majesty, the time is not yet!"

He waved his hand impatiently, and Emperor Kuang suppressed the tyranny between his eyebrows. His eyes were full of terrible blood. After regaining power, he was more tired for a few days than the previous 22 years. In the final analysis, because the original indestructible layout did not know when, there were variables one after another. Signs from the palm of his hand.

Twenty-two years of pretending to be stupid and competing for one day, he doesn't want to be the biggest laughingstock in the world.

Looking at the map, he skimmed the Tianxia Pass, and his eyes went straight to the south of the xia. Emperor Kuang muttered for a long time and said, "Batian, it's time for you to take action."

From the back of the pillar, he came from the single-eye general in gold armor and saluted Emperor Kuang far away, motionless.

Emperor Kuang looked up and down at Huang Batian, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Why, is General Huang ashamed to take action against a descendant who killed two bears and injured two bears, or is he ashamed to join hands with the three tigers to kill a descendant who can defeat the leader and does not die?"

Huang Batian raised his head and looked at Emperor Kuang. He nodded for a long time, took out three golden arrows from the quiver and put them in his sleeve, and then turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Only shoot three arrows? Hahaha, ridiculous general glory."

Looking at Huang Batian's distant back, Emperor Kuang sneered repeatedly: "However, three arrows are enough."

Although the five tigers are not as good as Lv Fengqi, they have been involved in the way of technology for the first time. They have been immersed in Taoism for decades. In addition to Lv Fengqi, it is really rare to meet enemies in the battlefield. Even if An Bochen breaks through Tianpin and takes two moves under the hands of Dian Kui, his real strength is still far worse than that of the Five Tigers. Emperor Kuang sent Huang Batian just to add a little more guarantee to ensure that the variable was strangled in the three towns of Weixi.

...... But if Huang Batian and the Three Tigers can't kill him together, so what?

Subconsciously, Zhao Xuanxu had a surprised idea in his heart, which flashed.

He shook his head and sneered. Emperor Kuang waved his robe and retreated to Wang Situ. He looked at the sky that gradually became blue. He closed his eyes and fell asleep on the golden soft couch.

......

In the wind, An Bochen staggered over the wilderness, with a long gun on his shoulder, looking far into the distance, with a faint joy in his heart.

After passing all the way, he finally reached Guannan. Although there were still three towns and three tigers in front of him, An Bochen also broke through Tianpin and mastered the spiral gas column and the secret three rounds. Everything was unexpectedly smooth, and he was getting closer and closer to her.

The roar and whispers of the wind crossed the ears, as if telling those distant pasts. Three years ago, An Bochen flew hundreds of feet of the sky for the first time, which scared him so much that he almost closed his breath. At that time, he was panicked and frightened. Fortunately, with that soft hand holding his tight waist, he gradually calmed down. In a flash of three years, An Bochen has been able to fly away from the wind. Whether it is the secret art of the wind, the skill of sword and gun, or the flying dragon driving, he has won it all with one hand. This feeling is very wonderful. From nothing, from the humble servant to the famous "rebel general" of Liu now... I don't know how far I can go in the future.

Shaking his head, An Bochen smiled and put away his wild thoughts, pulled out a silver gun, and flew away with a gun. Using the art of controlling the wind for a long time consumes too much vitality. What's more, An Bochen has just practiced, not skillfully mastered, slow flight, and not as good as ordinary horses.

Eight or nine miles from west to east, the night faded, the day opened, and the sky and the earth gradually became brighter. An Bochen could already see the lonely town not far from his feet, and the man standing straight in front of the town with a heavy sword.

Swords are short weapons, and most of them are players that are pretentious. They are not popular in Da Kuang. If you really want to fight the enemy, most of the horse generals still use long weapons, such as knives, guns and halberls. However, a general had to gallop through Guanzhong with a sword and a epee, and flew east and west with a winged tiger, ranking among the five tigers. Only one of the five tigers belongs to the State of Chu, and the remaining four tigers, half of the royal family and half of the capital. The general surnamed Wang of this sword used to be a tough general under the uncle of Da Kuang. Although he was under the command of Lv Fengqi after his uncle left, he was not Lv Fengqi's old general. He was depressed and depressed. In the past three years, he said that he returned home due to illness. In fact, he went to the mountain to practice Taoism. Recently, he was transferred back by an imperial edict of Emperor Kuang.

The sun rose from the east, and in an instant, a golden morning light swept across the earth.

The morning breeze blew, rolled up Wang Yue's long hair up his waist, and hunted and turned.

Like Dian Kui, he did not ride a horse and wear armor. He was wearing a gray cloth that could be seen everywhere. He stood in front of the lonely town with a sword with one hand. The heavy and unruly atmosphere blended wonderfully at this moment. At the same time, he appeared on him, mysterious and strange with an elusive meaning.

When his eyelids opened, Wang Yue slowly raised his head and calmly looked at An Bochen, who was stagnant in the sky.

There seemed to be water waves flowing in his eyes, clear to the bottom, but he couldn't see his eyes. Uncle Da Kuang, who has been following the realm of the divine master for so long, is obviously not young, nearly 60 years old. However, his beard hair has not been dyed white by the years, and he is as dark and bright as young people. The most strange thing is his face. In ancient times, there was a " crane-haired child's face" to describe the immortal old man. He was a black-haired child's face. His face was ruddy and energetic. His smooth skin was not the smoothness caused by women's makeup powder, but naturally smooth, just like a newborn baby.

An Bochen has been fighting hard for more than three months, and he has seen a lot of famous generals. Together with Dian Kui, he has a tyrannical and murderous atmosphere, but the general in front of him... It seems difficult to call him "General" because he is so friendly and natural.

With a gun in the sky, An Bochen stared at Wang Yue and said in a loud fist: "An wants to cross this town, but I don't know if the driver is willing to give way?"