Chapter 203 Mountains, rivers and sand, the net of heaven and earth

The powerful momentum poured out like a tide, directly pressing Yang Yanzhao away, shaking Chai Qingyun and others away. The King Wuming's right fist and palm changed, and his face was clear behind his body, wearing the remnants of armor.

The shadow is scattered with a solemn atmosphere, like a heavenly general and a divine soldier, which makes people awe.

"This will take your life!"

After saying that, he glanced at Yang Yanzhao, whose body was a little swayed and spitting blood in his mouth. A few virtual flashes came to him. His palms seemed to be soft, but he patted straight with the roar of tearing wind.

The blood in his chest surged fiercely. Yang Yanzhao took a deep breath and quickly mobilized the few remaining true qi in his body. The strong resisters restrained the strong momentum all over his body.

Seeing the situation, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corners of the king's mouth, and there was pity in his eyes. At this moment, for him, what Yang Yanzhao did was just a dying struggle.

And this can always make the hunter feel painstaking and inexplicable pleasure.

"No!"

There was a desperate exclamation in his ear, which made the bloodthirsty smile of King Fuming strong, and the two offerings of the court were angry, but they could not get rid of the entanglement of their opponents.

"Ha ha, is this bullying the less with more?"

A soft smile sounded out of thin air, and then the king of the Ming Dynasty only felt that the fine wind in front of him was blowing. Originally, Yang Yanzhao, who was about to die under his palm, disappeared.

He suddenly stopped his body and turned around, but saw several figures standing on the courtyard wall, within three feet around. All the disciples under the approaching door screamed and flew out.

As the leader, he is dressed in a green shirt, and his handsome and unparalleled facial features seem to be carved out of marble. The edges and corners are clear, the eyes are sharp and deep, and the long white hair is gently shaken in the wind. The whole person looks outstanding, but it is unfathomable.

Next to him is an extremely charming woman in a purple dress and four attendants in black robes, and Yang Yanzhao is standing on the side of the woman at this moment.

The person's cultivation was extremely profound. For a while, the breath of the king of the Ming Dynasty convered in his body, standing in place and did not move.

"Since you're here, why didn't you take action? Is it possible that the old man and brother died here, and you waited for the Liusha to explain to the officials?"

Looking back at Yang Yanzhao, who was gray, stretched out his hand to stop his thanks, and laughed softly, "The anger of worshiping adults is still so big that people can't stand it, but since I'm here, how can I stand by and watch?"

When the words fell, the four attendants around him rose up in the air. One with wolf teeth and bronze claws, and the other danced a three-inch dagger, and went to the previous angry worship.

The other two people rushed to the cult master on the left. One of them shook gently, and his footwork changed rapidly in the air. The remaining one was strong and walked fast on the masonry road. The cult disciples he met were all shocked to death.

These four masters joined the battle situation. The masters of the Daming Zunjiao and the Sun and Moon God Sect, which had an advantage due to the number of people, suddenly felt very difficult, and the strength of the sudden appearance of several people was more than that of the imperial court. After a hundred moves, there was only the strength left.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

King Fuming sweated on his forehead and stared at the white-haired and blue-shirted man, full of vigilance, but the latter was not aware of it at all. He turned his body and said to the woman in the purple shirt, "Chi Lian, how is this boy's injury?"

The jade hand picked up Yang Yanzhao's right hand, just touched his wrist, and then laughed foolishly, "Your Excellency, how can you worry about him so much, but it makes people very tasty."

The voice is clear and delicate, like a delicate whisper and like a beautiful warbler, with a trace of charm to the bone. Even Yang Yanzhao, who is extremely uncomfortable at this moment, feels confused.

He shook his head with a smile, and his sleeves brushed in front of Yang Yanzhao. Suddenly, the latter only felt that a cold wind was blowing, and the disturbing mind was much more sober.

"Why do you have to argue with this boy? If your hand is itchy, Nuo, isn't there something annoying below?"

He laughed a few times again. A purple color went down with the wind, and soon flashed in front of the King of the Ming Dynasty, making a silver bell laugh, "Lord Wei Zhuang is angry. That handsome boy is not funny. The slave family can only come to play with you."

The voice is still sweet and refreshing, but the laughter has not yet dissipated. There is a long red whip in the jade's hand, with the momentum of opening mountains and gravel, hitting the face of the King of the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at Chi Lian's sweet words and fierce attack, Wei Zhuang, who stood on the wall, couldn't help smiling bitterly, "It's still the same. There's really nothing I can do with her."

On the wall of the courtyard, Yang Yanzhao breathed for a moment. Looking at Chai Qingyun and others who were still fighting with the evil scholar, he couldn't help saluteing Wei Zhuang, "Thank you for saving me."

After saying this sentence, he jumped down the wall with a steel gun and killed the assassins around several women.

Looking at the gathering of running water on the green bricks under his feet, and the corpses were everywhere, Wei Zhuang sighed. The next moment, his figure had disappeared in place. The famous ancestor, who was fighting the tricky dagger, suddenly felt a terrible momentum coming. Before he didn't understand it, he had been hit his eyebrows by a forefinger.

In an instant, a stream of blood soared out of the back of his head, and his whole body flew out like a broken paper kite and hit the courtyard wall.

With one move, all the masters of the witch religion suddenly felt stunned. Their consciousness was in chaos. How could they hold on? In a few breaths, two people were killed again.

On the other side, the king of Fuming also took a step by step under the attack of Chi Lian. When he flashed his body to avoid the shadows of countless whips, he happened to be next to the burly man.

The latter roared, and then rushed forward. A punch happened to hit the back of King Fuming, and unexpectedly penetrated his body.

"Seeing you like this, you really have the reputation of an unparalleled ghost!"

He stared angrily and put the whip around his waist. The unparalleled ghost shook off the body of the Ming King hard. A heart in his hand seemed to be still beating. After a look, he fell to the ground and stamped on it with his big foot, continuing to look for other opponents.

This shocking scene made Bamei and others pale. Even if their clothes have been stained with blood, it is still difficult to adapt to being so violent.

With the addition of Liu Sha and several people, the war situation was like a storm. After several masters of the cult were all killed, those believers had no intention to rush to kill, like a plate of scattered sand, holding their heads and fleeing everywhere.

After losing morale, his natural combat effectiveness was not as good as before. Most of them were killed by Hou Tao, who was guarding outside. Even if there were a few fish that escaped from the net, they were chased and killed by soldiers with great courage, and fled around like a bereaved dog.

After the fierce battle, the corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood was very pungent. Luo's daughter, Chai Qingyun and others with white faces went to the backyard. Yang Yanzhao hurriedly thanked the two slightly embarrassed streamers who had fallen from the sky.

"Since the demons are divided, I will go back to the house to recuperate first."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao hurriedly thanked him again. Looking at the two of them leaving, the people of Liusha all smiled, and Wei Zhuang's mouth was also an indelable smile.

"Thank you for helping me today."

He saluted again respectfully. Although Yang Yanzhao did not know the identity of the other party, from the previous words of the two, this yusha was probably a sharp weapon in Zhao Guangyi's hand, and his status was naturally above him.

"If you want to say thank you, I don't know how many times you have to thank us."

The thin man with wolf-toothed bronze claws said quickly, which made Yang Yanzhao very puzzled. The latter wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wei Zhuang's gentle cough. He could only stop the words to his mouth and wince at him.

"Wolf King, no matter how straightforward you are, the adult will punish you."

Chi Lian's voice is still intoxicating. Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao has already taken precautions, and this time he did not lose his temper because of this.

"Kid, since you have nothing to do, we should go. Outside the city, you don't have to worry about it. If you want to win, you will win. After this battle, the spirit of the cult wizards in Fujian was greatly damaged, and I'm afraid they can no longer make waves. But you have to remember that in officialdom, there is no blood for killing.

After saying that, his body shook gently, and Wei Zhuang floated to the courtyard wall. The red training still smiled and said, "Your Excellency, it's really not ordinary for him."

Seeing that several people were about to leave, Yang Yanzhao quickly bent down to salute and looked up. There was no trace, but the wandering but clear words floated in his ear. "Nanjian and Zhangzhou Ercheng are plotting against each other. I have sent someone to kill the trouble. You can take over as soon as possible, so as not to make the people uneasy."

Yang Yanzhao's heart was full of doubts at this moment, still thinking about what the Wolf King said before. If it is true, he does have a secret that can't be said.

For example, Taoist disciples, business, and even secrets from later generations.

Judging from the skills and words just now, the flowing sand is the same as that of the brocade guards of later generations. I think some things have been known, but why do you want to help yourself?

Yang Yanzhao really couldn't figure it out.

In front of him, Xiao Muchun was cleaning up the mess. Suddenly, the horse's hoofs sounded loudly, but Lin Yuan and Zhou Liang's men came quickly one after another.

"Your Excellency, General Zhou has killed most of the cults, and now he is leading people to encircle and suppress the traps!"

"Your Excellency, Lin Patrol has captured the demon's nest. At this time, he is chasing the fish that has leaked the net!"

Hearing these two pieces of news, Yang Yanzhao suddenly calmed down and walked to the backyard to appease the Luo girl and others who had not recovered. Later, he was naturally grabbed by the Luo girl and applied a silver needle to relieve some of the pain in his body.

After a few women, I met the two offerings again. Seeing that they had nothing to do, I hurried to the wing room on the east side to find Xu Shaoyang and Guo Huai, who had not come forward.

"Brother Yanzhao, are you all the matter?"

Before entering the room, he saw Guo Huai coming up, full of concern, and Xu Shaoyang behind him was also worried.

After saying nothing, Yang Yanzhao went into the room and told the details of what had happened before. After listening to it, the two looked at each other with a solemn face. Guo Huai asked in a low voice, "Brother Yanzhao, do you mean that both the yusha and the net have appeared?"

Nodding his head, Yang Yanzhao answered, "I saw the latticand with my own eyes. As for the net, it is what the Weizhuang of the lattic sand said. I can't fake it. By the way, two brothers, what is the profound meaning of this streamer and the net? Why does it sound so profound?"

"It has existed since ancient times. It is said that it was created by Han Feizi in the Warring States Period. Its leaders are all known as Weizhuang. There are not many people in Liusha, but they are extremely good at it, and their whereabouts are also very mysterious. No matter how the dynasty changes, it will only be loyal to those who ascend the throne."

"Yes, Brother Hede is right. As for the net, it was created by the First Emperor of Qin, which has been passed down for many years. Unlike the sparse members of Liusha, the net really contains its name. There are countless people under it, just like a big net all over Kyushu. It is the so-called flowing sand diving mountains and rivers, traps the world.