"Oh, I was robbed first."

In front of the Imperial City Hall, Zhang Chu looked forward and saw a Yaoguang Guard guarding there, a group of Jiangnan warriors, and He Wangchuan, a Demon-Subduing God Sword, which is very famous in the world recently.

There is also the flying flag of the Great Chu.

This made Zhang Chu's expression slightly change. Chen Qiu's previous series of confusing operations and Zhang Lan's strange performance that night suddenly formed a line in his heart.

"I see!"

The national master gritted his teeth and said with hatred:

"It seems like you are walking in the world, but it turns out that you are also planning the world, but it's not as expected. You Chen Qiu, have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you also came to Lin'an to pick peaches!

Forget it, since you are also entering the market, let’s use our means!”

After saying that, Zhang Chu turned around and said to You Wuming behind him:

"After a while, when I am entangled Chen Qiu, I have no life. You go to assassinate him. Be sure to kill the daughter of the Great Chu! Without her, I will see how Chen Qiu can revive the Great Chu Dynasty."

"Da Chu, the princess?"

You Wuming raised his head, looking puzzled.

"Who is that?"

"Fan Qingqing!"

Zhang Chu threw down an answer, turned around, looked at the hall in front of him, but did not realize that there was shock and fear flashing across the beautiful face of You Wuming behind him.

The expression change at this moment has never appeared on this young man's face.

At this moment, something seemed to be broken in his heart.

He thought of what Yaoqin said to him in Luoyang City, and then remembered the question Chen Qiu asked him that night.

He looked at his hands.

He held Kexie in his left hand, and in front of his right hand was Brother Zhang Chu, and in the hall ahead, it was Qingqing.

He only has two hands.

At this moment, I wanted to hold three things.

He has been delaying that choice and does not want to answer that question. He doesn't have much, so he doesn't want to lose any of it.

But now.

He had to make a choice.

knife?

Zhang Chu?

Or green?

At the same time, in the hall.

The hall, which should have been magnificent and grand, was dull and silent.

You can even detect the fear that is shaking like a substance without even looking at it.

Zhao Ming sat on the dragon throne.

That is probably the most luxurious part of the world. In the mundane world, countless people dare not dream of thinking that one day they can sit in that position and share the same rule for the world.

Anyone is different.

Some people are born with difficulties and have to do their best to make a living.

Some people, however, are already at the end as soon as they are born, but they are standing in the VIP seat in the stands of life.

Unfortunately, what you have is not necessarily worthy.

"Rully traitor!"

Zhao Ming grabbed the armrest of the dragon chaise, and his pale face was filled with unreasonable anger. His voice was hoarse, and the meaning contained in it was complex and difficult to understand. He was not only rebuking Chen Qiu, but also rebuking others.

He is not a fool.

The situation is so bad today. Even if I didn’t figure it out just now, I should have a clear mind and clearly understood it.

Things are indeed being carried out according to Penglai and his discussions.

Using him as bait, he lured the northern bandits and rebelled in the world into the city, and then used the Penglai Immortals' methods to destroy them.

At first glance, nothing is wrong.

Zhao Ming didn't think much at first, but now he saw Chen Qiu coming, he suddenly realized.

I am really a bait.

It was not the bait he thought he would just go through a random field, but the real bait that was trapped in the Jedi.

Penglai didn't want to accept him at all!

No, the immortals did not regard him as a noble king like others at the beginning. Perhaps in the eyes of those immortals, they would be an artifact when they opened up.

When the value is exhausted, you must kick it away like other objects, and you must be free of life and death.

There is something in my heart that is disillusioned.

It was so scary that Zhao Ming didn't dare to think about it carefully.

despair.

It was like an octopus crawling out of the sea of ​​dark light, spreading little by little from his heart, choking his throat and squeezed out the last trace of air from his lungs.

If Chen Qiu came later, he would be afraid that he would scare himself to death on this supreme dragon throne.

"bass"

With the sound of the sword, Tang Jiusheng stood up from under the dragon chaise.

There were three fellow practitioners who stood up together, including an old man with a domineering figure, carrying a ghost-headed knife, and a woman in an embroidered clothes, holding a hidden weapon in her hand.

Seeing that they were blocking themselves and Shen Qiu's heart seemed to fall.

"The four old ghosts who have achieved success in their practice, in the words of our warriors, are four and a half-step heavenly list."

Chen Qiu looked at the four people in front of him.

He said:

"Using this cowardly use it as bait, I will wait for me here. Penglai really respect Chen."

The four people didn't talk.

The bodies they occupied were all martial arts heroes and heroes who were abandoned by Chen Qiu. They already had hatred for Chen Qiu, so the process of taking over the body was very smooth.

The destiny is consistent, the soul is connected, the Taoist arts and martial arts are in stalemate, and the destructive power that can burst out is naturally not comparable to that of the ordinary half-step heavenly list.

They are confident that they will surround Chen Qiu again recently.

"Tang Jiusheng, Sa Rilang, and Zhou Jin'er, the last one I don't know, it doesn't matter. It's great, I'm all here."

Chen Qiu moved his fingers and raised them in front of him.

explain:

"It's a pity that Mr. Chen didn't come alone either."

"Bang"

When he snapped his fingers gently, there was a heavy roar, and it exploded above. Seven figures flew around the imperial city. Without using martial arts and true energy, he just picked up his body and smashed it on the hall like a meteor.

Accompanied by the low sound of rupture, seven heavy objects hit the ground.

They stretch their bodies and unfold their bodies in this palace like insects, monsters, and evil things in the underworld.

The Seven Demons of the Yellow Springs are called!

"My body, my life..."

Because Huang Wudi was taken away by Taoist Ziwei, he changed his body to a remnant soul. At this time, the tallest and most ferocious mechanical man carried his claws, wag his tail, and his heavy body stepped forward.

It has no mouth and can't speak.

The dead person could not speak, but the malice that originated from the soul, the hatred, the madness that wished to eat his flesh and drink his blood could be conveyed to the four people in front of him without any words.

"The dead are coming to find you soul-seeking, everyone."

Chen Qiu's left hand moved forward like a flagpole waving. The next moment, in his slightly sarcastic voice, the seven demons of the Yellow Spring charge forward, just like the demon of the Yellow Spring rushing out of the underworld, seeking justice.

Of course, just these seven are impossible to beat the four masters in front of you.

But that's OK.

The Wangchuan Sect is full of talents, and some experts come together.

"Boom"

The wind and thunder rolled up rage, holding the thunder blade fan, Lu Yuniang turned into a half-ghost, and also fell from the sky into the hall. This was a real ghost. The hideous body was hanging in the air. With a wave of his finger, white lightning waved into an electric whip, sweeping across the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

"Ao"
To be continued...