Chapter 213 Passing Away The Great War Continues

Yuwen Ping'an ran all the way with Gongsun Futu. Although he was young, Yuwen Ping'an gradually noticed that the number of Liao people in the crowd around him gradually increased. In the end, almost all the city was Liao people. At this moment, he knew in his mind that this time, Gongsun Futu was definitely going to assassinate a person from Liaoning.

When he walked to the street, Gongsun Futu turned over and disared his horse, turned around and whispered to Yu Wenping, "Do you see this sitting in the courtyard in front of you? You will sneak in later and kill this man back to recover his life!" After saying that, he took out a portrait of a young man from his sleeve, which was printed with a portrait. Even if it was only a portrait, it outlined the man's heroic spirit, and his eyes were daunting.

Yuwen Ping'an had a trace of fear when he saw the portrait for the first time. He frowned and asked Gongsun Futu, who had little communication, a question: "Who is this person?"

"He is the new prince of Liao, and he was also a native of the Song Dynasty. Removing him is regarded as killing the people. If you don't know it, you can poison all the people in this house. This person is good at martial arts, don't miss it! Go ahead." Gongsun Futu said a few more words. He pointed to the southeast. Yuwen nodded safely, turned around and left.

Yu Wenping has been cold-blooded and ruthless since he was a child. After a brief tour around, he put down the two guards guarding the side door with poison gas and easily mixed into the house. After repeatedly coercing four subordinates with poison, he got the position of the person he needed to start at this moment.

With less than a bowl of tea, Yuwen Ping'an has stood outside a room. He waved his sleeves and kept climbing out of the room. He usually nourished the poison with poison gas, and usually relied on these poisons to inquire about the news and poison the target.

Just as he carefully controlled the centipede, a sigh came from behind Yuwen Ping'an.

Yuwen Ping'an was shocked and turned around, but found that he was empty behind him and there was nothing. Just as he turned around, suddenly a dark shadow seemed to pass by him.

What's going on! Yuwen Ping'an was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He was not that he had never killed anyone who practiced martial arts, but in the case of poison gas all over his body, he could almost be invincible. In addition, when he was young, no one would ever thought that a small child would kill people at the beginning. Therefore, the assassination over the years have never failed, but today's situation is He has never met.

While Yuwen was meditating, a slightly cold palm gently patted him on the shoulder, and then the sigh sounded again.

It's now! As soon as Yuwen Ping'an felt that his palm touched him, he immediately forced out the poison gas in his body. A purple smoke permeated around in an instant. At this moment, the sigh suddenly turned into a "h" doubt, and the slightly cold palm disappeared in an instant.

Yuwen Ping'an felt that his poison gas had spread to the palm of the man's hand. Somehow, this time he did not feel the numbness of killing people, but with a trace of regret. He shouted, "Hey, you are poisoned. Come here quickly. If you behave well, I will give you the antidote."

"Why don't you want to kill me?" A handsome figure flashed in front of Yuwen Ping'an, a colder face than the portrait. At this moment, there was a trace of bitter smile. The sharpness in his eyes remained unchanged, but there was a faint sadness.

Yuwen lowered his head and said, "I have never had a purpose in killing people. I've had enough of this kind of life. I worked hard for the enemies of my family, but just to report revenge, but I can't accept such a process. Even if I kill you, even if I will If I can kill my enemy, my parents and family can't come back. A loneliness, a trace of loneliness, comes from the mouth of a young child, which makes people sad.

The person opposite nodded and sighed, "I already know about the Yuwen family, but you don't have to worry that Gongsun Futu has been killed, and the poison on your body can't invade my body. From now on, you don't need revenge. I will avenge you. From today on, you will be for yourself. And live."

"Then, can I follow you?" Somehow, in Yuwen's heart, such an idea suddenly came into being. Although the person in front of him was cold, it gave him a warm feeling, which was no different from that given by his father in the past.

"Follow me?" The man smiled and said, "It will be very hard and tiring to follow me. Maybe one day, you will give your life for someone. Even so, do you still want to follow me?"

"I don't want to be so aimless or, what's the difference between that and nothing? By the way, what's your name?" Yuwen raised his head and quietly looked at the great man in front of him.

"Tang family, Tang Lingtian."

Under the night sky, the really angry Yuwen Ping'an evoked a smile. This life was too sad for him. When he was young, his family was destroyed, and he was forced to transform his body with poisonous insects day and night. Then he was numb and killed, winning the title of "poisonous boy", which made him a little helpless. The world's impression of him stays on the poison of the past, including Tang Longyan, who regarded him as his younger brother. But who knows the kindness in his heart?

At least, in the end, I fulfilled my fate. At the last moment, he helped Tang Longyan overcome the difficulties with his inner strength, and therefore, he took his life away. At this moment, he suddenly felt a burst of lightness in his body, as if a gust of wind could blow him into the sky. In the night sky, two people were facing him with their hands to hold him in their arms. It was his parents calling him.

No one paid attention to it. Yuwen Ping's smile like this and sleeps quietly. A falling star lit up in the sky and flashed away, like tears shed for him in the sky.

not far away, in front of the side door of the Holy Women's Temple, Qin Leiming stood with a gun and looked at the front with indifferent eyes. There, an old man in a masked green robe held a long sword and looked at Qin Leiming indifferently.

"It's good to be successful at a young age. It's worthy of being a sacrifice selected by the old man. It's a pity that the cultivation is limited and you can't have fun. Why don't you do this? How about the Qin family's children? You might as well attract the mythical beast Qinglong and let the old man gradually become a god? The old man did not seem to panic and stood at the entrance of the Xuanwu clan and talked leisurely.

Qin Leiming raised his long gun and said coldly, "Huang Mingxiao, I know what you think. I want to take the blood of my green dragon mythical beast and dream! Don't worry, even if I don't exchange for my mythical beast, I can still defeat you!" Although he said so, he was thinking about how to break through.

As soon as he arrived here, he felt a fierce sword spirit beside him. He flashed and dodged, but found that Huang Mingxiao was already standing in front of him.

As soon as he saw that the other party was using Crazy Thunder Zhenqi, Qin Leiming's heart was tight. He had felt that the other party's cultivation was at least seven paragraphs from the sword spirit just now, and Jin Kemu in the five elements was even more unfavorable to him. However, thinking that Tang Longyan and He Yanxin were willing to stay and fight against the strong enemy just now, he must not let them down. With an indomitable spirit, he rushed up.

But the gap in strength between the two cannot be made up by that sharpness. With only three moves, Qin Leiming has been injured in his left arm. The two looked at each other like this and had the same dialogue as before.

At this moment, Qin Leiming raised his long gun through the dome and closed his eyes tightly. Huang Mingxiao's face suddenly changed, because he found that Qin Leiming at this time was very different from that of the previous year. If he was still a young and reckless teenager, the vicissitudes revealed from his body at this moment were like an old man. The old man, as if after thousands of years of precipitation, suddenly broke out, making Huang Mingxiao frown.

Luoxia, how are you doing now? Xiaoqi, where the hell are you? Sadness, sadness, the missing and loneliness that have been silent for thousands of years suddenly broke out under this silent night sky, like a long wish that has been silent for thousands of years, as if he had traveled through thousands of years of lovesickness. At this moment, Qin Leiming seemed to overlap another figure.

The figure slowly raised his head and looked at Huang Mingxiao, which made Huang Mingxiao so shocked that he couldn't raise his head! It is a kind of domineering that even mortals are proudly above heaven and earth, like a lonely wolf, opening its blue eyes in the night sky!

This son is really extraordinary, and it is so hidden! Huang Mingxiao saw that Qin Leiming suddenly burst into such an amazing momentum. The long sword in his hand immediately waved, and lightning flashed on the tip of the sword. Lightning outlined a strange formation in front of him. Countless thunder balls surged out of the array, unexpectedly causing thunder in Kyushu Type 7 and stormy wind and thunder!

With a swing of the long sword and pushing in the palm of his hand, countless lightning intertwined thunderballs with a "squeak" sound and rushed towards Qin Leiming crazily, but Qin Leiming on the opposite side seemed to be indifferent. The green Aoki Zhenqi bursting all over his body frantically poured into the sky of the long gun, and he raised his head alone, closed his eyes, as if he was about to attack. The danger has nothing to do with him.

At this moment, even Huang Mingxiao, who made a move, was puzzled. Did Qin Leiming on the opposite side just make a look to confuse himself? But no matter how he thought about it, his left palm was still frantically infused with mad thunder. Through the formation outlined, countless thunder balls swarmed out from the other side of the formation.

Just as some thunderballs were about to penetrate Qin Leiming's body, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of light flashed. Then, it was an endless gloom and a soft sigh, as if it were whispering to a lover, but also like a lonely sound.

"The four types of ansang, the first type, the soul returns."

With these words, the long gun in Qin Leiming's hand suddenly threw out in front of him. At this moment, the long gun broke through the sky as if it had a decisive mission and rushed madly towards the swarming thunderballs!