"She is indeed a genius." There was a trace of tenderness in Wang Chongyang's eyes, but he quickly thought of his current situation. If she knew about it, he would have to laugh at him, and his brows frowned.
After listening to the narration of several people, the sweeping monk breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's the case, I thought..." He didn't say the following words, and everyone in the field was still in shock, but no one paid attention.
"It's time for me to leave." Before leaving, the sweeping monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Huang Chang and others to express his apology.
At this time, Zhao Gou suddenly said: "Since you hate our surname Zhao, why don't you kill him?"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and they happened to see King Yi whose face changed drastically. King Yi just saw that the sweeping monk and Wang Chongyang, who was from the ghost villa, would not let him go. He was already muttering in his heart, and he could only pray He forgot himself, who knew he was mentioned by Zhao Gou.
Zhao Gou continued: "You should know that after I died, King Yi usurped the throne and became emperor. Isn't it also the country of our Zhao and Song Dynasties? What's the point of your actions this time?" The loss was a complete mess, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately realized the opportunity and provoked the relationship between the sweeping monk and King Yi. Even if he died, he would also be buried with King Yi!
The sweeping monk shook his head slightly: "It's better for him to be alive."
"Why?" Zhao Gou was shocked and asked hastily.
"After all, there is still a prince in the capital. If I kill King Yi, won't it help the prince you choose to ascend the throne?" The sweeping monk said, "If his life is spared, he will definitely fight with the prince. There must be a fight between dragons and tigers. King Yi is so deliberate, the prince must not be an opponent, but after he ascends to the throne, how can the people of the world obey him? In the future, those ambitious clans of your Zhao family will definitely follow suit and take the righteous name Crush him, and your Zhao family will never have peace."
Zhao Gou was taken aback. He didn't expect him to see it so thoroughly. After such an analysis, the subsequent development is mostly as he said.
King Yi was about to cry at this moment. Although he knew that the sweeping monk was plotting against him, he couldn't help but want to thank him for not killing him. He was just worried that the other party would change his mind, so he opened his mouth for a long time and finally said nothing. Dare to say.
The sweeping monk walked slowly down the mountain road. Everyone could see his pale face. He knew that no matter how powerful he was, he was at the end of his battle against the surprise attacks of the three great masters and Zhao Gou, but no one in the field dared to step forward. Stop him, whether it is Zhao Gou's side or Yi Wang's side, they all want him to leave quickly.
Seeing his back getting farther and farther away, King Yi stood up proudly. Now that Zhao Gou's masters are all wiped out, his side still retains considerable strength, which can be said to be a sure chance of victory.
"Officials, as I said before, if you don't give it to me, it's the same if I take it myself." King Yi approached Zhao Gou step by step, and some of the remaining imperial guards tried to stop him, but were quickly killed by his men. The soldiers were completely killed, but Huang Chang and the wine monk had already run out of oil and lamps, how could there be any energy left to stop him
"It's a pity that Song Qingshu broke the appointment, otherwise, how could I let you succeed!" Zhao Gou's tone was full of resentment as he watched the other party getting closer After hiding for so many years, because Song Qingshu didn't come, everything came to nothing. What he hates the most now is not the sweeping monk and King Yi, but Song Qingshu who has never appeared.
"He was dragged away by Jia Xiang's people, how could he come back so soon?" King Yi sneered, thinking that Xia Quan and Liu Yan had a combined total of about 100,000 horses, and maybe Song's subordinates had already been laid down by this time. "But the officials can rest assured that when I ascend the throne, I will definitely get rid of the person surnamed Song, and it can be regarded as a sigh of relief for the officials."
Song Qingshu's martial arts and reputation are too high, and there are 100,000 elite soldiers under his command. If any clan wins him over, his throne may not be secure, so naturally he will be the first to get rid of him.
I heard that all the confidante friends surnamed Song are stunning in the world, so I will take advantage of the situation and accept it.
"Come here, send the official's family on the road." Yi Wang waved his hand and called one of his subordinates to come over. He is not stupid. His subordinates killed Zhao Gou, and they could even use him as a scapegoat at a certain time in the future.
That subordinate was a dead man raised by King Yi, without any hesitation, he slashed at Zhao Gou's head with a slash. At this moment, a cold light flashed, and the waist knife in his hand was already held by a long sword.
Looking at the unparalleled beauty in front of him, King Yi was stunned: "Miss Yue, you are..."
Xiao Longnv frowned slightly, and said lightly: "You just said that you want to get rid of Song...Qing Shu?"
King Yi wanted to give himself a big mouth, seeing that he was about to reach the sky in one step, so that he was a little overwhelmed, and even forgot that Xiaolongnv failed in the assassination of the palace, and it was Song Qingshu who protected her with all his strength. If the two had no affair, so what Is it possible to take such a big risk
Just now it was said that all the women surnamed Song are all overwhelmed, but now any one of them is as beautiful as a fairy, and he glanced greedily at the little dragon girl. King Yi found that as the power grew, the desire in his heart became stronger. powerful.
"I don't like the look in your eyes now." Xiao Longnu turned sideways, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.
King Yi's face darkened, thinking that he would be the emperor soon, how dare you, a Jiang Hu woman, show your face to me? He intentionally reprimanded her, but immediately thought of Li Qingluo and Xiaolongnv's high martial arts skills, if they tear their face apart now, it would be useless, it is better to wait for the overall situation to be settled, and then slowly deal with these two women.
When the two were in a stalemate, suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, and everyone turned their heads subconsciously.
The sweeping monk walked a little slowly, about tens of feet away from the bamboo forest, suddenly the ground exploded, and countless hidden weapons mixed with mud shot at him, sealing off all his escape routes in all directions, no matter how miraculous the lightness kung fu was, he couldn't avoid it past.
The sweeping monk has just plotted against the three great masters, so how could he not guard against others doing the same thing? The reason why he walked so slowly just now is to seize the time to digest the skill absorbed from Zhao Gou with the Beiming Divine Art.
On weekdays, although Zhao Gou's internal strength is strong, the cultivation level of the sweeping monk is even more unfathomable. After absorbing his whole life's strength, he can quickly transform it into his own strength. Chongyang counterattacked, and then had to deal with Zhao Gou's attack, his internal strength was exhausted.
Under such circumstances, refining Zhao Gou's skill is much slower than usual, but he left slowly, the distance of tens of feet has provided him with enough time to refine Zhao Gou's internal force to seven or seven Eighty-eight, enough to face a sudden crisis.
I saw his robes unfolded, the unique skills in the sleeves were displayed more and more miraculously, and all the hidden weapons and soil filled the sky were put into the sleeves.
However, the enemy obviously didn't intend to use these hidden weapons to kill a grand master. Behind the hidden weapons was an old man in green with a square scarf on his head and a fluttering beard.
The movement of the old man in Tsing Yi is very unique, very different from the way of the Central Plains martial arts. He was originally in the front, but suddenly changed to the right side of the sweeping monk, and stamped his ribs with a palm.
This palm can't call out any moves, but the air in the palm seems to be distorted, reflecting a strange light.
"This martial art looks familiar?" Wang Chongyang was thoughtful.
Huang Chang snorted weakly: "Kung Fu of the Knight Island." He and Shi Potian had been fighting for so long just now, so he was sure of it.
"I don't know if this person's appearance is the Dragon Island Master or the Wood Island Master of the Chivalrous Island." The wine monk was very curious. Now that the three masters are all disabled, they have let go of everything and kept the attitude of watching a show. Looking at everything, I wish the chaos would be better.
Wang Chongyang replied: "The two envoys of Chivalrous Island who reward the good and punish the evil usually wear yellow clothes and the other wear green clothes. Since this person wears green clothes, he should be Master Mu."
Zhao Gou said coldly: "Jia She, that old man!" Jia She is Jia Sidao's half-brother, he almost inherited the title of Rong Guogong, so he naturally went to the palace to meet the emperor. Now that he appears here, it means that Jia Sidao has finally made a move.
It's a pity that he has lost all games now, he has no chess pieces at all, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the game. It is an intelligence error. At first, he thought that the Ghost Villa was controlled by Jia Sidao. What a master.
"Another great master?" I don't know who asked.
Several great masters looked at each other, then shook their heads, Wang Chongyang said: "Like, but not."
Huang Chang added: "This palm has faintly touched the threshold of the realm of a great master, and it can be regarded as half a step of a great master." But the three of them all knew that the difference between one word and the other was a thousand miles away. It seems that the difference is not far away, but many top masters will not be able to break through to the real grand master realm in their lifetime.
"Although there is still a lack of heat, but in Wuming's current state, it is not yet known who will win the battle." Wine Fighting Monk muttered to himself.
The few people no longer had time to chat, and all of them watched the changes in the battle situation intently.
In the blink of an eye, the sweeping monk had already fought several moves with Master Mu, and the sweeping monk was obviously very afraid of his palm strength, so he didn't make a hard catch, but resolved it with excellent body skills.
Seeing him in danger, many people felt a tinge of sadness in their hearts, thinking that the majestic grand master will die in Xiaoxiao's hands in the end
After all, Huang Chang and the other three were injured in the hands of the grand master. This is also in line with everyone's expectations. Only a grand master can be injured. People sigh.
Suddenly, the floor-sweeping monk finally made a move, and he patted lightly, stroking as softly as a sympathizer. Seeing this, Huang Chang and Wang Chongyang both turned their heads to look at the wine-fighting monk. He was severely injured by this slap before.
"Amitabha." The wine monk seemed to have seen the ending, and his tone was full of compassion.
Seeing him slapping his palm, Master Mujima felt a sense of warning, but he thought that the opponent was at the end of his strength now, and his own palm power should attack him first, so he gritted his teeth and did not dodge, and continued to press down with his palm. .
However, his pupils constricted suddenly, because the other party's fluttering palm, for some reason, came later and hit him first.
He suddenly felt severe pain all over his body, and he could no longer stand still and fell to his knees on the ground.
The floor-sweeping monk was not feeling well at this time. Normally, this slap would have been enough to slap the opponent to death without harming himself. But now that he was at the end of his strength, he still couldn't avoid the opponent's palm. He instantly felt a few broken ribs, half of his body All paralyzed.
At this moment, the ground behind him suddenly exploded again, and a figure leaped out, taking advantage of his brief moment of paralysis, and punched him on the back of the heart.