A stick towards the sky

Author: Night Rain Lights

A stick towards the sky

Mi has a bridge?

The two men fighting fiercely in the hall and cabinet were instantly in a flash.

Fang Ying looked at the sword and took out a few steps, picked up the wine on the soft couch, took a sip of it with his throat, and didn't look at the corpse all over the floor. He smiled and said, "My father-in-law is a little late."

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The visitor walked in and said with a smile: "It's not too late, it's not too late at all, otherwise you won't encounter such an interesting thing... You are alone in the Shentong Houhou Mansion, with such courage and strength

, it is definitely not an ordinary person, how dare you leave a name?"

This is an old man with a gray robe with a yellow and white beard, a slightly hunched back, a slightly bent waist, full of old appearance, a strong smile on his face full of wrinkles, under the faint lamp, his forehead is still bright, squinting

For some reason, a pair of blue pupils were hidden in his smiley eyes.

The old man's pair of black shoes and small feet gently stepped on the pool of blood on the ground, and then passed a few heads that were dying with eyes closed before he stood still. He also twisted two fried peanuts with peeled shells in his hand and put them in his mouth.

This person is the obvious controller of the "Youqiao Group". He was given the word "Youqiao" by the current emperor. He is also the most unfathomable master in the palace and the most taboo terrible existence of all forces.

The Imperial General Manager Mi Cangqiong.

"It is said that heroes come from troubled times. Looking at the world, there are not many people who dare to do this at this time. We heard that a madman from the south emerged from the sky. He was gifted and created his own unique skills at the age of ten, and at the age of thirteen.

He has become the Lord, and now he is just a double ten and famous in the world..."

The old man was already trying to test his words, and he felt a little unexpected in his heart. How could many masters appear recently?

Chen Zhuo knew that the other party was guessing his identity, but when he heard the word "crazy gang" and was silent, he asked curiously: "What is that person's name?"

Mi Youqiao laughed happily and said, "I can't remember it very clearly. It seems that his surname is Yan, and he is named after the madman... Or you are the surname Jiang. It is rumored that there are brothers from Jiang in the south who have obtained a volume of the Heavenly Book and have practiced great skills.

It's a big deal. The emperor wants to see it, but the people sent out have returned in a miserable way several times."

"Or...oh, forget it, it doesn't matter who you are. After capturing it, everything will come out."

Before he knew it, Fang Ying saw that he and Mi Youqiao had stood in front and behind and sandwiched Chen Zhuo in it.

The words have been finished and the situation has been completed.

"Die!"

Fang Ying looked at the "Blood River Divine Sword" and took the lead. He reached out and grabbed it. He immediately saw a little cold light coming out like a long snake spitting out the letter. The cold light came very quickly, breaking through the air, and the blood on it was

The shadow flashed, and the white jade-like pavilion covered with a layer of blood. It turned out to be a long spear. The spear was tied to the tip of the spear, as if it was rising in the wind, and the blood shone through the sky, breaking Chen Zhuo's throat.

One man held a gun and stabbed him, and the other man swayed, and suddenly saw a black stick pointing to Chen Zhuo's heart.

But the moment the two of them called out, a sudden murderous thought arose in the hall and the wind and rain were panicked, and the lights were all gone.

The two of them made a move, and the sharp changes between light and darkness made their eyes dark for a short time.

As soon as the vision dimmed, the opponent in front of him disappeared, and he was as fast as a ghost.

"Want to leave?"

From the corner of Mi Youqiao's eyes, a black shadow suddenly flew out of the hall. He immediately smiled, his old eyes widened and shouted like thunder. His originally thin body seemed to have turned into a troll, and his momentum changed.

His hair and beard were all open, and several stick flowers were dancing in his hand. The gray robe expanded, and the stick was forcing, like a crazy dragon going out to sea. A surging wind blew up on the flat ground, stirring the dishes to scatter, and the stick wind was like a roar.

The black shadow was covered and sucked it over.

When the stick tip was a little bit, the black shadow was tangled into a blood mist in the sky.

Mi Youqiao's figure was shocked and he thought it was not good. The black shadow was clearly a corpse.

At this moment, a gun appeared behind him, and Fang Ying saw that he was already making a move because there was one more person in front of him.

As soon as the gun light moved, a brilliant cold light suddenly burst out, like a gun protruding the sun, like lightning.

But what comes to him is an unimaginable punch, which is extremely domineering and direct.

Using fists to fight against guns, and facing hard, the seemingly plain flesh and blood fist fell into the dark hall and pavilion, and it seemed like a layer of faint lightning was wrapped in. A faint light of lightning was hidden from the gaps between the fingers that were gathered together.

, flashed by.

The gun and fist hit each other, Fang Ying saw that his sinister expression suddenly changed. He felt that there was a heavy mountain pressing down on the head of the gun, and the momentum was heavy. The stalemate lasted for only half a breath, and the gun rod in his hand had "swooshed" and slipped backwards from his palm.

It came out, hit the wall, silently sank, leaving a hole.

And a layer of flesh has been worn off from his palms.

But this was not what surprised Fang Yingji the most, because he had already recognized who this man was. This unparalleled fierce fist only glanced at him in the daytime. How dare he forget it easily? He didn't expect that this man would actually be

...will kill him...

"It's you!"

Fang Ying looked at it for a moment and seemed to be pinched to his throat, his voice was hoarse and shrill, as well as shock and anger.

But he had no time to tell who this person was, because another fist had hit him, it was ordinary, neither fist nor sound, but the terrifying sense of oppression made him breathless.

There is unimaginable murderous intent.

At a critical moment, Fang Ying seemed to think too much, gritted his teeth and turned his back to the Blood River Divine Sword behind him and stabbed Chen Zhuo's chest. The red light sucked and spitted, and the sword energy broke through the air, which also stimulated a bit of ferocity.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a stick shadow pounding, which was a good time to die.

This magical sword cuts iron like mud, and he doesn't believe that Chen Zhuo can still be so strong and fierce, moving forward without dodging or avoiding.

But Fang Yingji's face changed after he drew the sword. He suddenly became shocked, surprised, and then looked ashamed.

But seeing that the sword in his hand was really a magical tip, it went straight into Chen Zhuo's chest, but the sword in his heart, Chen Zhuo was indifferent, his fist hit him directly, and his ape's arms turned, and he had already tapped him under the defeated style of both sides.

chest.

"Bang!"

Like a whip.

Kill the magic whip.

For a moment, a flush suddenly appeared on Fang Ying's face, his hands and feet were numb, and he felt a strange force spreading from his chest to his limbs and hands and feet, and his body seemed to be out of control.

I saw a pair of cold and fierce eyes floating by, and he was already picked up and blocked in front of the pounding stick shadow.

"Don't...ahem..."

Fang Ying was able to speak, but he couldn't stop pleating hem while talking.

As soon as Mi Youqiao's shadow was released, the old face did not have the smile she had before, only gloomy and stiffness remained.

The lights are brighter and have already appeared.

Mi Youqiao said in a calm tone that he could not hear joy and anger: "I never imagined that the great hunter dared to assassinate the Marquis of Shentong. Don't you know who his adopted father is? You are not afraid that the emperor will blame him?"

With his cunning and cunning personality, he had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

Chen Zhuo looked at Fang Ying, who was still moving with his limbs drooping in his hands, and he pulled out the sword in his chest bit by bit without being moved, and said quietly: "It's right to have ambition, no one in the world has ambitions, but you don't

It's time to collude with the Jurchens. What I hate most in my life is a guy like you... If those sword kings hadn't revealed something to me, I might have allowed you to live longer and wouldn't have come so urgently."

"If I don't kill you, I'm afraid I can't swallow my food and sleep in the future... No matter what marquis, prince, even the king of heaven, I dare to do such a thing, I swear to kill you."

As he spoke, the sword light shook, and Fang Ying's hands and feet were broken silently.

Fang Ying saw that his originally flushed face turned purple in an instant, but he couldn't shout.

Chen Zhuo threw it casually, turned his neck and turned his head, like a wolf looking at Mi Youqiao.

"You did come by chance, and you caught up with death."

Mi Youqiao saw that his hands and feet were broken, which meant that his years of hard work had been wasted. He asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Then he seemed to be completely angry, his yellow face turned cold and pale, and he stood firm. Invisibly, wisps of qi had already flowed into the other person's body from all directions, like a river returning to the sea, and he was about to take a killer move.

"right way!"

Chen Zhuo’s answer was very simple, his body was already stretching.

His move today was not a whim, and it was a whim. Since Qi Shaoshang and Chen Yunshan had been exposed, there was no place for them to stay in the capital. When the Golden Wind and Xiyu Tower and Liufenbantang decided to win and lose , if you free up your hands, you must deal with them.

But he didn't want to retreat just now, so he had to change his identity.

Fang Ying looked at the identity.

Furthermore, with this identity, he was able to take the opportunity to enter and exit the palace. It was because the emperor had received the kindness of Fang Juxia in his early years that he loved this little marquis.

Moreover, he has no time to build a force in the world and expendable time and effort.

Five more years...

The Jin cavalry went south, and all of this would be trampled and ravaged; he did not want to save the emperor, but the warrior's spirit told him that he should not hesitate here, and he should move forward and conquer the country; whether the emperor was useless, he did not care about the rivers and lakes He was not interested in fighting, but those Tartars dared to get involved in China, which was not possible.

Just by the blood of thousands of enemies, the supreme killing thoughts are able to reach the highest point, consolidate the spiritual thoughts, and strengthen the intention of the fist.

When you meet Buddha, you will destroy Buddha, and when you meet ancestors, you will kill ancestors.

"I know your foundation, and I think that Zhang Hou of the 'Zhan Jingtang' is also a character, but the direct inheritance has cultivated such a disaster, causing trouble, causing trouble... I am not willing to die."
To be continued...