However, the gentian turned with a sharp sword and went straight to the door. Jin Wangsun hurriedly cut across the middle with a knife, but suddenly realized that his sword speed was not as fast as the opponent's sword speed. If this goes on, his only option is to withdraw the knife and return to the defense. But Jin Wangsun chose another way. He gathered his inner strength and poured it into the Golden Crow Devouring the Moon, and the true ability of the Golden Crow Devouring the Moon was only at this moment. The internal force penetrated, and the blade immediately produced a burst of suction.
The gentian sword was slowed down by the suction, and Jin Wangsun's sword was already at his waist. This time it was time to withdraw the sword for the gentian, but he did not retreat at all. The long sword slashed hard on the Golden Crow Devouring the Moon!
Not to mention that the Golden Crow Devouring the Moon is a powerful weapon, even if it is an ordinary weapon, no one will block the sword with a long sword.
Jin Wangsun saw it inexplicably, and he was busy carrying his sword like the wind, slashing more than a dozen swords.
The knife is domineering in nature, but the opponent actually took over all his offensive knife paths head-on.
With Jin Wangsun's skill at this moment and the few knives just now, Jin Wangsun can guarantee that even Hong Jiu's eighteen palms of subduing the dragon will have to avoid the first three knives. But this man did not use brute force, but a very accurate vision. He could see where the force of each knife was. However, with force, he was able to offset the power of the knife with a sword.
The person wearing the dragon pattern mask does not know what the origin is, and the swordsmanship is simply extraordinary.
Gentian was neither impatient nor impatient, and the sword in his hand kept stabbing, stabbing Jin Wangsun to the left and right.
Mr. An said with a smile: "It seems that someone is going to be unable to keep the knife."
Jin Wangsun suddenly said, "Not necessarily."
Suddenly he pulled himself up like a bird in the air, kicked a stone under his feet, and he kicked it on the toes with all his strength! It is in the night step - the night rain.
The whole person bounced out all the way, and flew to the ship that was no longer on the shore. Although Mr. An's Qinggong is high, he learned from Yebu's Qinggong, and he believes that he will not lose too much to him.
Until he landed firmly on the bow, Mr. An and Rentan were still on the shore and could not come over.
Jin Wangsun breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to get rid of them.
Just after thinking about it, Jin Wangsun's chest suddenly opened a big bloody hole.
Chapter 79 The World's Talent
His Royal Highness Hong Zhuang went to the emperor, and after hearing about Jin Wangsun, the two went out of the palace together.
First, King Jin was a convicted criminal, and it was very important to get away. The two were the blood of Shen Yi's heart. Both of them regarded Shen Yi people as close relatives, and naturally they had no hesitation. After the two fathers and daughters shouted and drank, they took a large group of masters to the six doors to help them.
Jing An was left alone to sit in the heart of the temple.
There were only some palace maids left around, and the eldest princess was sitting alone, still looking noble and noble.
Since she was a child, she liked to be alone.
Because few people can think at the same speed as her.
Jing'an is motionless, like a beautiful ice sculpture with sharp edges and corners. She was born white, with ice skin and snow skin, like a doll. However, it is high up, like the long hair scattered behind a waterfall. It swayed slightly with a little night wind, making people unconsciously move their eyes and feel full of life everywhere.
Her eyelashes are long and curled, growing softly, and her big eyes give people a feeling of beauty and weakness.
Her body is not small and exquisite among women, but she is not tall either. It's just that the proportions of the body are excellent, the upper body is short, the lower body is long, and the two soft and slender white legs are wrapped in the skirt, creating a seductive curve.
Jing An was born very much like her mother-in-law, who was once the most beautiful woman in the palace. In terms of slenderness and beauty, Jing An is exactly the same as her. She also has sharp shoulders and a slender neck. The only thing that differs from her mother is that her chest is too full. The soft and snowy cock was squeezed in front of the tube top, and it was as soft as two white clouds towering high.
She closed her eyes and didn't move.
After a while, the sound of footsteps sounded in the hall, and she also turned a deaf ear.
She opened her eyes only when the man spoke.
"You seem to be waiting for me?"
"You're looking for me too, aren't you?"
The voices of the two were very low, and they were not worried about being heard by the palace maids. It's just that this Princess Hongzhuang's prospective concubine, why did she suddenly come to chat with her married future sister, and it was late at night, which inevitably led to speculation.
"Do you have something to tell me?"
"It's not too much for a wife to say goodbye to yourself."
Jing An laughed mischievously, but Ming Fei's face was wrinkled like a steamed bun. Jing An knew that as long as he mentioned his identity as Jing An's concubine, Ming Feizhen would show this expression. The man who has not been able to kill for three years is in front of his eyes, and it is a pleasure to see his sorrowful appearance.
Ming Feizhen whispered: "It's inconvenient to speak here, change the place."
Jing An stood up straight, she didn't know martial arts, and had no sound transmission technique, so she had to change her place by herself. So no nonsense, he walked away.
Ming Feizhen also stepped out of the hall at the same time, walking in a different direction from her. When Jing An found a pavilion in the imperial garden, and there was no one around, Ming Feizhen appeared in front of her again.
"Jin Wangsun lost, and he lost completely. You also lost, and you lost again."
Ming Feizhen said this: "I wonder how the princess feels?"
"How dare you say it. Isn't it you who ruined my game of chess?"
Jing An gave him a coquettish glance and said, "Consort, you don't help your own wife, but you go to help others blindly. Jing'er is not happy."
In the past three years, the two have clashed over the air, and have never called each other's identity. Even though there are countless secrets underneath, they haven't said it explicitly. I don't want Jing An to be like 'You are my husband, I care so much about you', Ming Feizhen really doesn't know what to do.
Ming Feizhen's scalp went numb and said: "Public and princess are self-respecting, my name is Ming Feizhen..."
"Self-respect? If you know your self-respect, will you go to the concubine election test again after you have me?"
"Why do I have you! You are not mine!"
Jing An smiled lightly, with a dignified and beautiful appearance showing a fox-like charm, and whispered: "What is the concubine talking about? Since the day they got married, the whole body of the slave family has long been the concubine's." He is not tall. The beautiful woman, leaning gently against her husband's tall arms, her voice was slow and soft, her teeth were biting her lips, as if she was biting on Ming Feizhen's earlobe, she murmured slowly, and the fragrance of Xuemei accompanied Wen Wen. The hot touch seeps into the nasal cavity.
The soft and tender snow flesh was squeezed against his chest, but Ming Feizhen felt like he had fallen into a fox's trap, desperately backing away, like a girl who was forced into a corner by a big man.
"Hey hey hey! Make it clear, it shouldn't be me who married you! I'm just the one who takes over."
Jing An squinted one eye playfully, and said with a tender smile, "I don't care about that. The person who worshipped me that day was always you. That's me you married me."
Not right.
Jin Wangsun was defeated completely, and Ming Feizhen, who was originally here to show off his power, felt that it was very wrong.
Very wrong!
What the hell is this woman planning...
When Ming Feizhen heard about Jin Wangsun, he had already escaped from the six doors and disappeared without a trace. He was relieved when he learned that everyone at the six doors was safe and sound.
But the more I thought about it afterwards, the more wrong it was.
Jin Wangsun was caught in the engraving, and was captured by a trap set up by the emperor. But why did the emperor set a trap to take him? What role does Jing An play in it? The more I think about it, the more I can't figure it out. I just feel that there is something weird about this whole thing, but I can't tell what is weird.
"Since you have already looked for me, you have finished saying goodbye. Jing'er is leaving now, Xianggong, will you always think of me?"
Ming Feizhen felt chills all over her body as soon as she deliberately called her husband in a tender and tender voice.
"Don't dare to think, don't dare to think, the eldest princess walks slowly."