Ye Yang and I have both had murderous intentions, and there is no room left before we take action.

Three weapons attacked Pang Gufang from three different angles.

The sharp sound that broke through the sky was like the cry of a ghost, and the cold lightning stirred up the sky. It was so fast that it was indescribable.

Pang Gufang's strokes of the pen give us a feeling of "oppression" and "restraint".

Just like that pen, it can always press on the edge of the knife or sword, making it impossible to display the sharpness and power that the double sword and long sword should have, and it is impossible to start.

As time passed, Ye Yang and I's offensive gradually weakened unconsciously.

I couldn't help feeling anxious.

When masters compete with each other, apart from their own cultivation, it is nothing more than the two words "qi" and "momentum".

Once the murderous aura and power are exhausted, they will be replaced by anxiety and fear.

Pang Gufang is also consuming our momentum.

I greeted Ye Yang: "Send a signal and ask everyone to come over. I don't believe that she can't be killed by fighting with wheels!"

Pang Gufang sneered and said: "It's better to put away those despicable tricks of yours as soon as possible!"

"I just want to teach you a lesson today."

"I want to leave Ye Qianyang to the emperor, and let the emperor personally expose his true identity and take a good look at what kind of thing his so-called brother is."

I deliberately sneered: "You can't wait for that day!"

Pang Gufang said disdainfully: "Your momentum will eventually come to an end, but my awe-inspiring righteousness is inexhaustible."

"As long as there is loyalty in this world, I will be invincible!"

The opportunity I had been waiting for finally came: "How can you, a hypocrite, talk about loyalty?"

"Since ancient times, those who have emptied themselves out of the emperor and used the emperor to control the princes, who is worthy of the word loyalty?"

Pang Gufang said sternly: "Shut up, don't tarnish Confucianism with your mouth!"

I smiled and said, "Whether I am right or not? You will know after thinking about it yourself."

"In history, which loyal minister would even take care of the emperor's marriage?"

"Changsun Wuji is in charge of the emperor's marriage. He is a famous minister, but is he a loyal minister? That is a power game between him and the emperor."

"The scholar-bureaucrats in the Ming Dynasty were in charge of the emperor's family affairs. Were they loyal ministers? It was also a contest between the emperor and his ministers."

"Wei Zheng can give advice on everything. Is he involved in Li Shimin's family affairs?"

"From the moment a minister wants to control the emperor, the word loyal minister has nothing to do with him."

Pang Gufang roared: "I never thought about controlling the emperor!"

I laughed and said, "Then why do you want to take care of the emperor's family affairs? Force the emperor to have a concubine?"

"I am..." Pang Gufang should have her reasons, but we won't give her time to speak. Ye Yang took advantage of her mind to shake and deflected Pang Gufang's Spring and Autumn Pen with a sword.

He stuck close to the pen and stabbed Pang Gufang in the throat.

The moment Pang Gufang subconsciously dodged backwards, I pressed my two swords against each other's shoulders at the same time.

When Pang Gufang's arms were chopped off at the same time, Ye Yang's long sword also penetrated the opponent's throat.

The next moment, Ye Yang's long sword flew around, and I slashed out with both swords, tearing the opponent into pieces in just the blink of an eye.

What burst out of Pang Gufang's body was not blood, but rich phosphorus fire.

She really transformed herself into a demon spirit.

I looked at Pang Gufang's head that had not completely collapsed while the other party's body was gradually dissipating, and said coldly: "Ye Qianyang, if you kill me, the emperor will definitely know about it."

"We all have secret marks left by the emperor. When the emperor returns, he will definitely see your face clearly."

As soon as Pang Gufang finished speaking, I felt a huge pain on my wrist, as if it had been burned. When I looked down, there was already a dark mark on my wrist.

This is a mark used in the art to pursue revenge!

That is, before the warlock dies, his soul is scattered, and he uses the last bit of the true spirit of the original god to leave a mark on the enemy.

This kind of thing cannot be erased even if the enemy peels off his own skin.

They can only wait to deal with the pursuit of the other party's relatives and friends.

When I was looking down at my hands, Zero and Zang Tianji all rushed over.

I calmly put down my sleeves and turned my hand behind my back pretending to put the knife away: "Why are you here?"

Zero said with a serious expression: "Take your hands out!"

I laughed and said, "What can I get?"

"My hands don't look good either. What do you think they are doing?"

Zang Tianji also said: "Take your hands out! We'll give you face, so don't pretend you don't care!"

I had no choice but to take out my hand. Zang Tianji saw my hand and almost cried: "You are stupid! Pang Gufang is willing to stir up trouble. If you ignore her, it will be over. She can't take us away either.

Why did you come here to kill someone?"

I laughed and said, "It's okay, it's just a mark! Maybe it will be washed away when I go back and wash it."

While I was talking, Ling turned his hand and slapped Pang Gufang's head that had not dissipated. A green fire suddenly appeared on her arm. Zang Tianji was just stunned and put his hand on Ling's head.

on the wrist.
Chapter completed!