Chapter 171 Youqiao Group

Author: Night Rain Lights

Chapter 171 Youqiao Group

It was almost my last moment, and a night banquet was over.

Whose feast?

The banquet of the Marquis Fang Xiaoye.

Singing every night, and having a banquet every day.

For him, today is a very special day.

The "Mi Tian Alliance" is over, and it is difficult to turn over again. The Golden Feng Xiyu Tower and Liufenbantang are on a time to fight for life and death again. For those who like to sit in the mountains and watch tiger fights and like to fuel the fire, it is naturally different.

Common.

The power in the capital is getting more and more chaotic. Only those with ambition can show their strength and gain power.

Although his power is not small, no one will be satisfied with gaining momentum. More often, he feels that he is not big enough, he can climb higher, and get more. Perhaps he can only sit on the dragon.

Only when he holds power in the world can he be satisfied.

Under the sensuous hazy light color.

Fang Ying looked at the lying down from the silence, holding a snow-white jade cup in his hand, swaying around between his fingers, playing with it, with a delicate cream color, just like the woman who was lightly pillowing under his head, also white.

Like jade, it is flawless.

He was a woman with blue eyes, brown hair, snow-skinned and peach-browed cheeks. She was not from the Central Plains, but a gorgeous and refined Western Regions beard.

Under the light, there were also a group of gorgeous and charming women dancing lightly to the music, with naked feet and red lips, as if they had just finished bathing. The faint fragrance radiated under the thin red silk, which was so beautiful.

But under this moving and seductive beauty, Fang Ying rarely sees desire in his eyes, but more about thinking, scheming, scheming, and gloomy.

He seemed to be thinking about things and calculating others all the time.

It is precisely because of this that we should see that there are very few feelings and no love. The most taboo thing for those who achieve great things is love.

No matter how powerful a person is, once he encounters these two things, he will lose half of his life, waste his energy, and have weak points. He will be exhausted.

He was an invincible person, but he had many flaws.

So he doesn't want love, doesn't want love, has no faith and no righteousness...or, his love is the love of love, not love others.

In the gorgeous hall, in addition to Fang Yingzhang and many dancers, there are three other people, namely three people who drove the car and held the bridle for him.

These three people are also different because each of them has a special background, namely the masters of the Khitan, Mongolia, and Jin Kingdom, and his capable generals and the most loyal servant.

Originally, he invited Mi Youqiao from the palace garden for this night banquet, but the old man obviously couldn't come tonight.

Fang Ying saw that Zhang Mouth bite the candied fruit put on by Hu Ji, and inadvertently said, "Did the Eight Das Knife Kings come back a little late? There is also Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin, and there is no movement."

The Khitan master was wearing fine clothes and was kneeling in front of a desk. He had a black face and a curly beard, his cheeks were thick, and he had a flush after the wind and sun, and his narrow eyes and bald eyebrows, and his strong growth.

"Will there be any twists and turns?"

The stiff and weird Zhongyuan dialect was spit out of the other party's mouth, and he lowered his head, very respectful.

Fang Ying looked drooping his eyelids, as if he was drunk, and said indifferently: "Since Lei Lun's old fox has invited me to join forces, and with the support of Cai Xiangye, what twists and turns can there be? With the strength of the Eight Sword Kings,

Zhang Tieshu, Zhang Tiexin, ten people who fall into the world should be able to make a name for themselves, unless... they hit Guan Qi... Haha..."

Speaking of this in one breath, he laughed himself, but said why, just because Guan Qi had fallen into his hands.

Or to be precise, Guan Qi had already fallen into his hands, and was possessed by the evil spirits, and was even more poisonous. He was even more poisonous. He was controlled by the brothers Zhang Tieshu and Zhang Tiexin. He often went crazy, otherwise why should he lock it up?

Unfortunately, he was still lured out by Su Mengzhen and Lei Luan. He also wanted to take the opportunity to seize the remaining forces of the "Mi Tian Alliance". Unexpectedly, the Holy Lords were all secret stakes, one hidden deeper than the other.

But after counting the hours, Fang Ying also felt that it had been a while.

He was about to explain, but his eyelids slowly lifted up. He shook the wine glass in his hand and drank it all with his throat. His beautiful phoenix eyes were calmly glanced at the dark rainy night outside the hall and said slowly: "Zu

Since I have arrived at my marquis’ territory, why not show up and have a drink? Besides, I am very curious about when the capital city will have a person like you, and you will dare to enter the mansion of my marquis’s magical marquis’s mansion alone."

"I've never hid it, you've only seen it now."

A low and hoarse voice, with a strange penetration, sounded from the rainy night.

"Don't bother. Those who watch out for the night are too bad, so I haven't even used a knife."

It was like a dazzle. In the thick night that was originally empty, a black shadow suddenly appeared. She wore a rain hat and wrapped in black clothes, and seemed to have been standing there for a long time, as quiet as mud, without any movement.

Under the dim lights, the black shadow seemed to have become a shadow, shaking and standing in the hall.

"Why did it come?"

Fang Yingkan still had the careless tone.

But when he saw two knives staggeringly behind the other party, he had put down the wine glass in his hand.

Because he knew the two swords, the two swords of the Eight Great Sword Kings, were also good swords he had found in search of the world.

Chen Zhuo looked at the Hu Ji dancer in front of him, and then looked at Fang Ying. He did what he said and would take his life tonight.

He said lightly: "I borrow your head for use."

Fang Yingjian Yidian sat upright, with a black red sword standing beside him, and smiled with his hands, "It's easy to say!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and raised his fingers. The wine glass beside him had already flew out, passing through the gaps between the dancers, and whirling with the wine, and the wine was full.

He was also flying and heading straight towards Chen Zhuo's face.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were slightly condensed, he narrowed and glared, his whole body was full of energy, and the rich light in his eyes was about to burst out from his sockets.

With a "bang", the wine glass exploded in the air.

The wine splashed everywhere, and the dancers were panicked, falling down, screaming in surprise, and some were sobbing, feeling pitiful, and with the beautiful spring scenery that appeared from time to time, I really felt pity.

Chen Zhuo said to these dancers Hu Ji: "Get back!"

A group of people staggered when they heard this, stood up in shock, and walked outwards. But when they were passing by Chen Zhuo, they immediately saw a light gauze covering, finger claws flying, fists and palms coming, and a hidden weapon of the fragrance.

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But before they started, their beautiful faces had been illuminated by two cold lights that burst into the air.

The light of the sword flew up like a silver bottle breaking out. Everyone suddenly felt a cold feeling of skin sweeping across their bodies and wandering around their bodies.

Two swords were crossed, Chen Zhuo's arms spread out, and the two scoops shone like an arc of the moon in the sky. As soon as they were idle, with a "puff", several beautiful and moving heads were bounced from Xue's neck and Xiu's shoulders.

The flower surface immediately solidifies.

The blood column rushed up and shot like a roar.

In the bloody rain, Chen Zhuo suddenly raised his eyes, but saw a piece of sword body drilling out from the right chest of a Hu Ji in front of him and stabbing straight.

The Hu Ji was about to make a move, but unexpectedly she got a sword and couldn't help but scream.

Chen Zhuo rolled away the blood rain above his head with one sword, and another sword was crossed in front of him. The tip of the sword was against the snow-bright blade, and a series of crisp trembling sounds were made.

Hu Ji looked back in disbelief and saw only a ferocious face that was selfish, hypocritical, sinister and vicious. She was not the tender and straightforward Xiaohou Fang in front of ordinary people.

The sword body shook, and a red light appeared. Hu Ji had been divided into two halves, and her broken body scattered on both sides like rags.

The three masters of the foreign race who were kneeling also took action at the same time, one punched, one was swordsmanship, and the other was practicing kung fu horizontally.

The three of them jumped up in the air, rushed to Chen Zhuo's side.

The sword behind the fist, the master of horizontal training was not afraid of death, and sacrificed himself to block Fang Yingkan's face. He stomped his foot, and the stone slab under his feet burst on the spot. He slammed the horse and sank down, his hands were standing and his palms closed, and a boy worshiped Buddha in one move.

He grabbed Chen Zhuo's blade.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were as lonely as before, and his sword's posture suddenly changed. He stabbed forward with his sword and used his sword to transform his gun and expanded his surface with a point, and stabbed his master's heart.

Then he saw the man roaring, his brocade clothes were torn and scattered, and he fell to the sky. His heart seemed to be fine, but his mouth and nose were covered with blood foam, mixed with black red pieces, and his internal organs were damaged.

The two people behind him started to move, but they couldn't even touch Chen Zhuo's clothes. When they looked up, they saw a ball of sword light coming. Just as they were about to take action, a ball of blood mist rushed towards him from the sword light.

Made the pupils of the two shrink.

The blood mist had not dissipated, and suddenly the knife light broke through the mist and arrived. It was as fast as lightning in the throats of the two of them, and they pointed at each of their eyebrows.

And that side of the house also felt that he had seen a ghost.

The people in front of the sword move were so evil. Seeing that all the three servants fell to the ground, he let out a long roar, and raised his index finger with his other hand, and the qi at his fingertips condensed, turning into a wisp of blood-colored force, like a long river flying.

The waterfall pointed at Chen Zhuo's face with one point.

But when I looked closer, there was an extra flesh palm under my finger, and the palm was turned outward, as if there was an invisible energy, which was actually taken away.

The two were fighting themselves, and an old voice sounded smiling outside the hall.

"Haha, it's better to come early than to come by. Our family is not a waste of time. Mi Youqiao is so kind."
Chapter completed!