Chapter 910 The storm of the pavilion by the lake is ups and downs, and Fan Bainu and Hu are in a scorching relationship
In fact, the murderous Xue Wei in the pavilion, silently went from drawing his sword out of the sheath, and still did not show his sharpness when he slashed it. Therefore, this sword should not have instantly blossomed with such a powerful aura when it approached the head of the young vassal king. Just like the two armies confrontation and the cavalry collided, naturally, before the formation was chiseled, the horse’s hooves were already like thunder, how could it be like the spring breeze and drizzle? But this knife was done.
Therefore, everyone was caught off guard. Even Song Yu, the great manager who was the janitor of Qingliang Mountain, was naturally sensitive to his perceptions and was one step slower to come back to his senses. I saw a slight dust splashing from where he stood. This martial arts master, who may be the first second-grade young master in the world, was about to rush straight into the pavilion.
But the next moment, for some reason, Song Yu landed on the ground and took root again, his body remained motionless, and he no longer paid attention to the situation in the pavilion. His gloomy eyes slowly moved on the two young cowardly Xue Wei, looking at the rat like a snake.
This private meeting was logically the case of Beiliang, who was a local tyrant, to give these Beimang figures who had something to ask for. For example, in Romance novels, the cup throwing is often seen, and hundreds of knives and axes behind the screen will swarm up, or they will either put a boiling oil pan on the open space, and the owner will put it in the shape of holding chopsticks. Unexpectedly, the young vassal kings were harmonious from beginning to end, but Beimang took the lead in attacking.
This Beimang barbarian who could only play only four people, knew that the person he was facing was one of the four great masters of martial arts. He still took action on the territory of the Xu family, which was still separated from the Beimang Southern Dynasty by the Northern Liang cavalry. With this courage alone, it was quite heroic.
Mr. Bai Lian’s eyes were still on the outside of the pavilion, and the wine in the glass was rippling violently. He sighed softly.
When Princess Qingluan turned around again, she did not see the scene of blood splattering on the ground. She only saw the deputy commander of the Beiting timid Xue Wei who had the same surname as her, maintaining a posture of raising a knife to chop down. Her whole body was filled with a breath of power, like an eagle that had just whizzed down from the clouds, with its claws suddenly hooking the wooden frame.
In contrast, it was a leisurely young vassal king who held the glass with both fingers in his right hand, slowly raised it, raised the glass and smiled slightly at her, ordinary, like a friendly toast between two friends.
But the young vassal king raised his left hand high, and his four fingers were naturally bent, only the index finger just stood against the blade of the white rainbow knife with the golden peach-skin sheath.
This unstoppable knife could not continue to push forward even at a slight distance after touching the fingers of the young vassal king. Perhaps it can prove that the previous knife was indeed as powerful as the young vassal prince’s black hair floating backwards. The slightly rippling black hairs are like lotus in the pond.
After wielding the most martial arts sword in his life, bravely fightThe vice commander of the Guanjue Grassland Qie Xue Wei, whose face was gray, his eyes were desperate, and his lips were trembling slightly.
Xu Fengnian blocked the finger of the imperial treasure sword given by the Beimang royal family, and gently shook it. The unsheathed golden peach-skinned white rainbow knife came out of her hand, and with a bang, it quickly nailed into a beam and pillar of the pavilion by the lake.
This Qixue Wei master, who was determined to die but also believed that he had a great chance of success, did not care whether the young vassal king could understand Beimang’s words, and said in a trembling voice: “Aren’t you already seriously injured by Tuoba Bodhisattva? After that, you fought Chen Zhibao again at Huaiyang Pass, why was there no injury at all!”
Fan Bainu clasped his fists tightly on his legs, and clear blue veins appeared on his fair and snow-like skin. He looked up and scolded, “Yelu Canglang! You are crazy! Why did you assassinate the King of Beiliang without authorization!”
This burly Qixue Wei was in a state of dismay and shouted loudly at the princess, almost furious, and kept turning a deaf ear to himself, muttering “This is impossible”, repeating over and over again.
His sword confidently crossed the threshold of the celestial realm. If he faced Xu Fengnian at the peak of martial arts, it would be like a joke. However, the spy clearly showed that the current young vassal king was in a bleak situation, even if his life was hanging on the line, the body of the celestial being was almost broken. In terms of the body, not to mention the Buddhist Vajra who has created an invincible golden body, I am afraid that even the martial artists in the martial arts world who usually enter the realm of Zhixuan are worse than those in the martial arts world. Just like those Taoist real people who have taken the shortcut to the sky, they seem to be endless in mysterious secret techniques, but in fact they are vulnerable to pure martial artists who are down-to-earth in the martial arts path.
After the deputy commander of the Qie Xue Wei was exposed, one of the young Qie Xue Wei outside the pavilion could not contain the torment in his heart. His eyes suddenly turned red and he roared angrily. Then he blatantly drew his sword. Not only did he have no momentum, but he gave people a feeling of sadness. But before the young Beimang Dead Soldier took four or five steps forward, Song Yu, who was swept away, kicked him hard in the waist from the side. The dead bodies flew out on the spot, giving the bystanders a sense of the picture of willow catkins floating.
Next, everyone present looked at the only remaining Qie Xue Wei.
Song Yu’s eyes were cold, and Yang Shenxing and Yang Huchen and his son were cold. Mr. Bai Lian, who had broken his eyes after reading, seemed to have self-knowledge, so he did not look out of the pavilion in vain, but put down his empty wine glass and smiled at the frightened elk-like tea-making maid, as if he wanted to ask her for a cup of tea.
The young cowardly Xue Wei looked pitiful with tears in his face.
Violences arise.
Still not outside the pavilion, but inside the pavilion, just a short distance from the young vassal king.
Xu Fengnian leaned back and barely avoided a extremely cruel knife.
The arm that exposed the cuffs of Shuxiu was slender and beautiful, full of ivory round luster, just as her handIf the palm is a knife, it means that there are many murderous intentions.
If you were stabbed in the neck by this seemingly fire-free hand knife, I believe it would be easier and more comfortable than being split into the head by the white rainbow knife.
Princess Qingluan, with a confused look on her face, stared at the harmless tea-making maid with a faint smile on her lips, the graceful aftertaste between her eyebrows and eyes, and even the faint fear she deliberately disguised after an accident.
The maid twisted her wrist and wiped her hand across the throat of the young vassal king.
The next moment, Xu Fengnian held both arms with both hands and blocked two hand knifes at the same time.
A hand knife came from a mysterious tea-making maid, and the owner of the other arm was probably not even expected by Song Yu, who knew Qingliang Mountain.
Princess Beimang widened her eyes and couldn’t help but look incredible. There was a girl standing beside her. She stepped on several tables with one foot, and her hand was probably only a thread away from the temple of the maid sitting sideways.
Xu Fengnian did not go to see the tea-making maid who was secretly murderous intent, but raised her head and smiled helplessly at the little girl who was still childish in shape and said, “In front of so many distinguished guests, you can have a picture of blood splashing around with blood, right?”
The girl smiled and said without a smile, with her hands back, she swept back, then jumped up, grabbed the eaves of the pavilion by the lake with one hand, and disappeared after turning over.
Xu Fengnian then turned to the maid and said, “What is your relationship with the little thought of half-faced makeup in Gongzhu’s grave?”