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Qi Sanren drank heavily and spilled, and had a fight with the monks of Ziding Mountain.

And after Lao Dao was drunk and crazy, he seemed to wake up, maybe scared, turned around and ran away.

However, although the fire he sacrificed did not hurt anyone, it was burning brightly, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed uncontrollable. Several monks hurriedly cast spells to suppress them, while the remaining monks rushed out of their tents and chased them out.

Just in the midst of the chaos, another exclamation frightened everyone at a loss.

I saw Ji Shaodian dodging backwards, and the Jianzhen Dao Master, who was originally sitting next to Ji Lu, actually summoned a flying sword and pounced.

Oh my God, the monks of Ziding Mountain want to kill Ji Shaodian. And His Royal Highness Shaodian has become the monarch of Youxiong Kingdom, so why did he offend Xianmen again? No, no, Ji Lu is the mastermind. He wants to take advantage of the chaos to cut off his opponents and seize the throne!

And when Jianzhen made a move, Zijian, who was guarding Ji Shaodian's side, refused to give in, screamed angrily, and waved his sword to block.

Who would have thought that this pair of brothers from the same door would turn their faces, and Shang Zi, who was standing in place and laughing miserably, suddenly raised his arm. A black sword light took off his hand and went straight to Ji Lu, who was close at hand. The Ziquan Dao Commander on the side had already taken precautions, grabbed Ji Lu and dodged back, but he didn't forget to point his finger, and the fierce murderous aura suddenly counterattacked. And the three senior brothers had already made a move, and Zi Yuan was unwilling to give up, so he took the opportunity to summon a flying sword to attack nearby, and actually joined forces with Zi Quan to deal with Wu Blame with all his might.

It's messy!

Qi Lao Dao over there suddenly went crazy, which dazzled everyone present, but in a flash, the six people here were in a scuffle.

It is still a harmonious scene, and the killing machine breaks out in an instant!

It's chaos, it's chaos!

The six of them were so close to each other that they suddenly attacked each other, and they couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe, only to see the sword light flickering and the murderous aura raging.

"Bang-"

Zi Jian blocked Zi Zhen's attack.

"Boom-"

The black sword light was as fast as lightning. Even Ziquan was not spared even if he responded in time, and there were other unlucky people. Ji Lu screamed and flew off the ground, "Kara" hit the stake in the corner of the big tent, and then "plopped" to the ground and the light around him flickered, although he vomited blood, he escaped death. Shallow and easy to see, there is a talisman jade talisman to save his life.

"Bang, bang—"

In the midst of a muffled sound, two sword lights hit Wu Blame's chest in unison, he snorted, and also flew out upside down, and as the robe on his chest exploded, a purple sword light came out of his body, which could be used to block the fatal blow for him. The other person was in mid-air, glanced at Ji Lu, took a sip with blood, and then raised his hand with a move, and the two sword lights instantly merged into one and turned around, and with a "swish" sound, he split the cowhide tent and jumped out.

At this moment, Zi Jian, Zi Yuan, Zi Quan, and Zi Zhen seemed to have a heart, and they no longer fought with each other, but joined forces to rush out of the tent. The rest of the monks swarmed out and followed in hot pursuit.

And the Qi San people who ran out of the big tent before and the monks who chased him were all gone. At this moment, no one cares too much about it.

The mutation is horizontal, only between the lightning and the fire.

Blameless jumped out of the gap in the big tent and ignored the stunned guards around him. Before he landed, he pinched his hands, and then wrapped in a white light and instantly fled a hundred feet away, his body slowed slightly, and one after another, like a frightened bird fled through the valley into the distance.

In addition to the five or six monks chasing after the Qi Sanren, there were also more than 20 Yushi masters in the big tent, who performed the wind control technique one by one, and the dogs chased after each other like rabbits. And the four foundation-building seniors led by them are even more amazing with their feet on the sword light.

The blameless dodge technique was not slow, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the hills, crossed the hills, and then rushed to a valley more than ten miles ahead.

The four Edgeworth's Tsukiji monks left behind them their juniors and swept through the air at a gallop.

In a moment, the valley reached the foot.

The figure wrapped in white light was still struggling and struggling, but it was like a firefly that had lost its way, as if it was at the end of its rope, and it could only return to darkness at the moment of death.

The four foundation building masters saw it clearly and rushed to pounce.

He fled out for thirty or forty miles in one breath, and he didn't have time to slow down his breath, but he found that the four fierce killing machines were behind him, he didn't dare to hesitate, the light on his body flickered slightly, and then he plunged into the ground.

Ziquan and the three senior brothers refused to give up, and without thinking about it, they put away their swords and threw themselves to the ground. Before touching the ground, the light flickered around, and a formation suddenly appeared, followed by a familiar voice: "Collect the net, close the net, this way catches four big fish......"

It's Qi Sanren! He actually threw off the chase and arrived one step earlier to close the net?

Intrigue!

Everything before that was a well-planned trap!

The four of Ziquan will understand that they have been trapped in the formation, so they are willing to give in, and hurriedly summon the flying sword to attack wildly. The valley suddenly roared, but the formation of more than ten zhang square was extremely tough.

At the same time, a blameless figure appeared on the ground not far away. He looked at the flickering formation and the four faintly struggling figures in it, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Old Dao, I owe you a favor!"

Qi Sanren has long since lost his drunken appearance, and while pinching his hand trick to operate the formation, he said dissatisfied: "You owe me a lot of favors...... he didn't have time to say more, urging: "Oh, my formation is good at defense, but it is not conducive to imprisonment, I am afraid that it will be difficult to endure, and go back quickly!"

Blameless nodded in understanding, and the figure of the whole person suddenly faded, like a ghost, and then galloped away in mid-air.

"Hey, that kid's underworld technique is also made!"

Qi Sanren was shocked, as if he was very surprised, and he looked at the flickering formation, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

More than twenty monks climbed over the hill with flying swords in hand, and were about to pounce on the valley ahead. A gust of wind struck, followed by a roar of sword light. The two led by the two had no time to dodge, and the corpses were "bang, bang" on the spot. Then a vague figure disappeared, leaving behind a terrifying shout: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way-"

It was Gongsun Gongzi, or General Gongsun, who finally revealed his identity as a master of feathers, and he was really ruthless, and all kinds of rumors were not false at all. And he actually got rid of the pursuit of the four seniors, how powerful should he be?

The disciples of Ziding Mountain looked at the dead corpses on the ground and were stunned for a moment.

At this time, there was also a stalemate in the king's tent.

The original happy and harmonious situation is long gone, replaced by tension between the two sides.

The fire has been extinguished, but the burnt cases and the spilled wine and meat are in shambles. A ray of heavenly light fell through the crack in the tent, making the figures look a little dark. The flickering candle flame reflected the faces of the people present and the weapons in their hands, and the inexplicable murderous aura was slowly spreading.

"Ji Lu, let go of a few uncles!"

Ji Shaodian's side is surrounded by a large number of armed armorers, who should be lurking for a long time, just waiting for an order.

A few zhang away, Ji Lu was also surrounded by more than a dozen strong men with knives. Don't think about it, he also came prepared. The difference is that there are still four or five old men of the royal family who are held hostage and stand together. He rubbed his chest as if his face was in pain. Although he had a talisman and was saved from death, the sword was too crazy and powerful. He breathed a sigh of relief, sneered at Ji Shaodian, turned to look at several elders in the royal family, and said with a bitter and helpless look: "How could I ever think of murdering your uncles?

An old man's face was angry: "How can it be reasonable to fight in the same room!"

Ji Lu took the opportunity to say again: "If it weren't for him Ji Shaodian who escaped from the battle, how could my 200,000 soldiers be wiped out." Now he is not ashamed, but complacent, and sets up a celebration banquet, just to eradicate dissidents. If I cannot escape death, how can I be at his mercy? Please also ask a few uncles to uphold justice!"

Ji Shaodian didn't allow Ji Lu to finish speaking, and opened his mouth to interrupt: "Ji Lu, no matter how clever you are, you shouldn't coerce Uncle Wang and commit the next offense!" He took a step forward and shouted: "Order your entourage to drop their weapons and let go of Uncle Wang, I will spare you from death!"

"Becoming a king or losing a villain, nothing more than that, hehe!"

Ji Lu sighed with emotion, and then smiled bitterly: "If a few uncles have an accident, it is not my fault, but Shaodian He borrowed a knife to kill people, and please make a clear proof to everyone present!" He looked around through the crowd, and the dozens of princes and nobles present did not dare to make a sound. He shook his head and said disapprerovingly: "I just want to return to the capital with a few uncles and get out of the way!"

More than a dozen strong men surrounded Ji Lu and a few old men and wanted to get out of the tent, but the dozens of armor soldiers led by Ji Shaodian refused to give in. As long as Ji Lu is allowed to return to the capital, he will definitely forcibly usurp power. At that time, the throne will fall, and everything will be in vain, and Ji Shaodian will not agree. Each other's swords are facing each other, and the suffocating killing machine is about to explode.

At this moment, at the top of the big tent, "Thorn La" broke a gap, and the sound of breaking wind fell from the sky. Immediately, a blue light suddenly covered Ji Lu, who was watching with his head up, and lifted him away, and then the figure of Blameless appeared, and then flew out of the tent over everyone's heads.

Everyone present was shocked and rushed out one after another.

Before he was far away from the tent, he was "pounced" and fell to the ground by Ji Lu. He then drifted down, and couldn't help but shake his head at the thread of green silk on his wrist. The broken green wire mesh gradually lost its power.

After Ji Lu landed, he hurriedly got up and fled.

Blameless's eyes were cold, and he went up with a kick, and before Ji Lu fell, he stepped down with a hard kick, and the "click" broke the talisman, and then smashed the spine and penetrated the waist and abdomen. And Ji Lu opened his mouth and screamed, so he rolled his eyes and died. But one foot after another, he smashed the whole person's muscles and limbs, and finally left a head, which exploded with a "flutter". Only then did he take two steps back, shook the flesh on his feet, still his face was blue and still hateful, he grabbed a paper talisman and threw it down. Ji Lu, who had already become a pile of rotten meat, was instantly turned to ashes in the firelight.

In front of the broken tent, nearly 100 people stood in a daze. I've seen murder, but I've never seen such bloody cruelty. trampled people to death, then crushed into pulp, and burned again, and there was no scum left!

Ji Shaodian was very frightened, and said loudly: "Gongsun is not guilty, you ...... You actually killed Brother Ji Lu?"

Wu Ji looked at the ashes on the ground, his face changed for a while, and after a while, he slowly turned around: "Although Ji Lu is the main culprit, and the mediocrity of the royal court is the root of my difficulty in destroying the door!"

Ji Shaodian's face froze, and the people on the left and right were also flustered, especially the elders of the royal family, who looked at each other in shock and fear. There is not a single monk here, and it is obvious that he has fallen into a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. If that grandson is not to blame, he is afraid that no one will be able to stop him. And how to explain the grievances between kings and ministers clearly.

"Killing Ji Lu, isn't that exactly what your Shaodian wants?"

But he didn't mention the past anymore, and asked a question, with a playful tone, he said to Ji Shaodian again: "You left me in the capital, just to separate a few immortal masters of Ziding Mountain; And you saw that I was indifferent, and pretended to be frightened, and lured me to make a move again, but Ji Lu had already had the intention of dying and breaking the net, which made you almost self-defeating. If it weren't for your luck today, it would be unknown who will win or lose between you and Ji Lu!"

Ji Shaodian looked embarrassed, raised his hand and said, "Brother, I ......"

Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and said indifferently: "May you use less swords, be considerate of the people, return one side to peace, and become a generation of Ming monarchs." If not, even the Immortal Gate will not be able to protect you!"

He left a faint glance, turned around and stepped into the air for more than ten feet, his figure flickered slightly in the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye......