Datang Fenghua Road

Zixia and Han Yue looked at each other, and at the same time secretly screamed a pity, she was indeed cooperating with Han Yue just now, but unfortunately she was noticed by the other party.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense again, Grandmaster Yu suddenly drove the seven short knives and shouted: "It is useless to talk too much, there is no right or wrong in the national war, the old man will kill all the high-end combat power in the Central Plains today, and wait until you all If I die, maybe my Goguryeo army can rush into the Central Plains and occupy the splendid rivers and mountains..."

He drove the sword and attacked the four at the same time, but he still had the upper hand. Xu Buyan fought hard with his swordsmanship, Han Yue fought with his inner strength, the bronze skin of the old monk Zhicao began to fade, and it seemed that his golden body was about to be broken. Among the four, Zixia has the weakest internal strength, and can only rely on her body to move around dexterously.

Grandmaster Yu screamed and shouted: "All resistance is in vain, you are all dead!"

The energy on his body suddenly became like a mountain like a sea, and the seven short knives had the faint sound of thunder, but after hearing a few muffled sounds, Han Yue and others were injured at the same time.

"Hahaha, let's all die. Now that you are dead, I will rise up in Goguryeo, and this old man will be considered a demon, and I will still have no regrets in this life..."

Seven short knives were recalled by him, and then stabbed in the air again. This time, the resistance of Han Yue and others became a little weaker.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from a distance, and he said faintly: "You are also considered a devil? Who dares to call me a devil in front of me?"

In the gloomy voice, there was a boundless cold wind blowing, the heaven and earth became dim, and there seemed to be ghosts crying and wolf howling around.

A figure came swaying, like a ghost that could not be locked. His feet seemed slow but fast, but he was near in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the whole northeast has stopped snowing for three days, but this person is surrounded by snow and wind, and more snow on the ground is constantly being sucked up by him, turning it into a small ice crystal sword, exuding a strange atmosphere.

"Between the heavens and the earth, the old man is the biggest devil!" This man floated up, stretched out his hand and slapped a palm, his strength was not tyrannical, but Grandmaster Yu suddenly changed color.

He drove seven short knives to meet him, and kept the airtight protection in front of him. However, he only heard a light pop, and the palm of his hand actually pierced the knife light and slapped Grandmaster Yu on the shoulder.

This palm was light and fluttering, but Grandmaster Yu spewed blood directly from his mouth, and the mysterious man said gloomily: "This is also invincible in the world? It seems that you are very shallow! You still want to kill Han Yue? Have you asked me if... …”

He spoke faintly like a ghost, and said lightly: "This land is my territory, even if the gods in the sky come to find fault, this seat will still slap him to death!"

Grandmaster Yu suddenly remembered one person and shouted, "It's you, so it's you!"

Chapter 457 I can't agree to this request

The mysterious man was as cold as ice, his palm fluttered again, and he seemed to be laughing, but it sounded like a ghost crying, and he said flatly: "That's right, it was me, you crossed the line, so you deserve to die!"

"The old man is the god of swords in the world, and no one can kill me..." The Great Grandmaster of Goryeo suddenly shouted, his aura shot straight to the top of the cloud, and the seven short knives slammed into a knife net.

Such majestic and majestic momentum seemed to have the ability to fight back and kill wildly, but the next moment, the grand master suddenly turned around and jumped, dodging the corner of the street and trying to escape.

Han Yue and the others were stunned, they didn't expect such a turning point.

The mysterious man has a lingering yin and a faint contempt in his tone, and said lightly: "As a master of a country, you actually do something to escape? Master Yu, don't leave, this seat will turn you into a corpse today..."

In the gloomy sound, the boundless wind and snow were engulfed, and the tens of thousands of snowflakes he had brought suddenly turned into life-threatening things, roaring through the knife net, smashing all seven short knives into pieces of iron.

Xuehua continued to roar and chase, and suddenly heard a groan from Grandmaster Yu. There were countless blood lines spurting out of his body, and there were traces of white air in the air.

"Okay!" Zixia couldn't help clapping her hands, and cheered, "I'll see if you die, right?"

The old monk Zhicao suddenly clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged and recited scriptures, his voice was like a yellow bell, full of compassion.

"Amitabha, why is life so joyful, and why is death so painful? Master Yu has walked well all the way, even if he falls into the endless hell, as long as the spirituality in his heart is still there, then hell is also the kingdom of Buddha..."

In the distance, Grandmaster Yu was stiff all over, with countless blood flowers flowing on his body, and the whole person's breath continued to wear down.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, looking in the direction of Goguryeo in the south, and muttered, "Is this old man going to die?"

Han Yue looked at his injuries, and found that his body was broken like the eyes of a sieve. Not to mention human beings, even an elephant couldn't resist such injuries. Han Yue bowed his hands and respectfully said, "Senior, it's a good journey!"

Grandmaster Yu looked up at the sky and murmured: "I was born in Koguryo, and I live in Liaodong. I didn't expect that in my old age, I would die in a foreign country. Could it be that God deliberately killed me in Goryeo!"

A tyrannical figure like him, even if his whole body is severely injured, he can persist for a few moments without dying. He suddenly turned his head to look at Han Yue, and shouted: "This old man's defeat today is not because of you, King Zhao of the West Palace, I want to die. I beg, the people of Korea are also pitiful people, I beg you to give them three points of survival..."

Han Yue's heart was pitiful, and he looked at the elder Koryo protector of the country. He sighed softly for a long time, then shook his head and said, "It's not my race, its heart will be different!"

Grandmaster Yu's face suddenly turned miserable.

Han Yue walked with his feet raised, and said as he walked, "If the people of Goryeo are doing well, the people of our Central Plains will certainly be poor. Because the people are the source of troops, the people are the strength of the country, and there has never been a concession between countries. …”

He slowly walked up to Master Yu, and said solemnly: "At the end of the Sui Dynasty, Goguryeo killed 300 million Han family sons, and built a capital with human heads, and the bones were thrown into the river to feed the fish. The people of the tribe wish they could eat each other's meat and gnaw their bones, Master Yu, how do you want me to survive for Goryeo? This is not something I can promise alone!"

Grandmaster Yu slammed to the ground, bowed in tears, and begged bitterly: "You are the first king of the Central Plains, and you are popular with the sages of all dynasties. As long as you forgive me, I will always have a chance to survive. I don't ask you to let me go. The royal family of Gaoli, I just ask you to let go of the people of Gaoli, can you do it, can you do it..."

Such an old man knelt in front of him and kept saluting, Han Yue wanted to agree with a soft heart for a while, but this softness only lasted for a moment, and Han Yue shook his head again.

He looked south at Goryeo, exhaled in his mouth, seemed to mutter to himself and seemed to explain sincerely, and said with emotion: "This expedition against Liaodong, my people from the Central Plains flocked here, although this king issued war bonds because of this, But the bigger reason is the feud between the two races."

Han Yue suddenly bent down and squatted in front of Grandmaster Yu, and said softly: "Senior's breath is getting weaker and weaker, I think you can't hold on for too long, so let this king tell you a story, and Quan should see you off. …”

"Tell a story?" Grandmaster Yu's face was dazed, and his body was constantly overflowing with blood. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe.

Han Yue nodded, and recalled in words: "This king's conquest of Liaodong is a private war. I don't have much support from the Tang Dynasty, but there is an old man in his 70s on Hebei Road who responded wildly. This old man begged all the way from Hebei When I came to Liaodong, I was very old and would die in a blink of an eye, but I held on to my breath and refused to die..."

"When this king met him on the street, he saw this old man shivering and begging along the street. This king was furious at the time and wanted to flog the civil affairs officials in the city, because I made a rule that no beggars are allowed in Shenyang city, nor should beggars beggars. There must be people starving!"

"There are no beggars, and the people are not allowed to starve..." Master Yu murmured with a hint of envy in his eyes, "It's a pity that we don't have such a city. Although Gaoli is a powerful country in Liaodong, there are still beggars among the people, and you are the only country in the world. There are no beggars in the territory..."

Han Yue didn't answer him, and continued: "At that time, the king wanted to punish the civil officials in the city, but the old man knelt down to help them beg for mercy, he said that he was willing to beg, and he had already bought all his wealth for the war. Bonds, now begging for some more money to keep buying."

Han Yue's tone was a little sad, and he sighed sadly: "Master Yu, do you know that others buy bonds to make money, but this old man didn't buy bonds for money, he just wanted to avenge his three sons and seven Grandson's hatred..."

He stared solemnly at Grandmaster Yu, and said faintly, "This old man bought a total of [-] war bonds, which was his life savings, but the old man didn't feel bad about it, and he even wanted to beg to buy some more. The old man took the bill and asked the king, if the Tang Dynasty wins this time, can he exchange the proceeds of the bond for a Korean?"

"What does he want to do?" Grandmaster Yu had a faint look of fear in his eyes.

Han Yue let out a long sigh and said solemnly, "This old man wants to tear his flesh and chew his bones. He wants to take revenge before he goes to earth. He wants to kill a Korean man alive!"

The fear in Grandmaster Yu's eyes was even greater, and he asked again: "This person is so crazy, what kind of hatred does he have with me, Goryeo?"

"His three sons and seven grandsons all died in Liaodong, Korea!"

Han Yue suddenly showed anger on his face, and said bitterly: "In those days when Emperor Yang of Sui conquered Liaodong, millions of soldiers died in other places, we will admit it if we lose, and the war has been won or lost. But the old man's three sons Qi This grandson is not a soldier at all, they are just people who transport food, but they are still caught by you Koryo. First, he was driven into the mine as a slave. …”

Han Yue squatted in front of Grandmaster Yu and said softly: "Look, the two countries have such deep feuds, how can this king agree to your request? If I agree to you, how can this king explain to the old man? I am a thousand people in the Tang Dynasty. Ten million, this old man is just a microcosm of the common people!"

Grandmaster Yu's pupils shrank sharply, he suddenly raised his palm and slammed, shouting: "This old man killed you..."

His palms slammed into the air, but he was actually returning to the light before he died.

Han Yue quietly watched his palm pat down, and before he even got close to his chest, it slowly fell down, Grandmaster Yu widened his eyes angrily, and suddenly lost his breath between his mouth and nose.

"Grandmaster, let's go!"

Han Yue stood up slowly, he solemnly arranged his clothes, then folded his hands in a bow, and presented a big gift to the younger generation to Grandmaster Yu.

This old man is the great master of protecting the country in Goguryeo. At their level, there is no personal grievance in his heart. Although he came to kill Han Yue, Han Yue does not blame him.

Everyone needs to know how to think differently.