Da Bong fights more people

Miao Youfang slashed the enemy in front of him to death, and retreated while protecting Xu Xinian, while looking up at the sky:

"Is it going to rain?"

For some reason, his heart throbbed.

Xu New Year looked up at the sky, and remained silent.

Outside the city, the Song River is rolling and rushing, rushing against the bank, splashing waves, then turning around and rumbling towards the southeast, as if weeping or roaring.

..........

Teacher Jianzheng... On the fort, Sun Xuanji looked up at the sky. His whole body was frozen, unable to breathe, staring blankly at the dark sky, suddenly felt an unstoppable, sharp and piercing fear and pain. panic.

..........

The capital, the imperial palace.

On the brocade, Emperor Yongxing, who was taking a lunch break, woke up suddenly, clutching his chest and screaming.

He clutched his chest tightly with his right hand, his face was pale, and his facial features were distorted:

"It hurts me to death......"

Zhao Xuanzhen, who was waiting in the palace, ran over in a panic:

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you, hurry up and ask the imperial doctor."

"Go away!"

Emperor Yongxing tried his best to push him away, and roared: "Go, find the supervisor, find the supervisor."

He didn't know why he wanted to find Jianzheng, but his instinct made him want to see Jianzheng immediately.

In the face of national crisis, luck warning!

At this moment, all the royal families and masters in the capital felt palpitations at the same time, depending on the strength of their luck, the degree was different.

............

Inside the Futu Pagoda, Xu Qi'an, who flew to Qingzhou, suddenly turned pale. He clutched his chest, slowly wilted, and curled up.

The heart-piercing pain spread all over his body and penetrated his soul, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The cold sweat seemed to have opened the floodgates, soaking through his clothes in an instant.

"Xu, Xu Ningyan... What's wrong with you?"

Mu Nanzhi beside her was startled and was at a loss for a moment.

After a while, the pain improved slightly, but Xu Qi'an's face was extremely ugly, and he said word by word:

"The supervisor, the supervisor is gone..."

With half of the fate of the country in his body, he knew the situation of the prison like a soul.

...........

Si Tianjian, underground.

Song Qing opened the gate, and the iron gate slowly rose.

Holding a book in his hand, he went down the steps, walked through the dark corridor, and came to Zhong Li's closed room.

"Junior Sister Zhong, I found the book you want for you."

Song Qing put the book in her hand in front of Zhong Li.

Zhong Li stretched out her white and tender hands under the linen robe, picked up the brown book, and said aggrievedly:

"Why did it take so many days?"

Song Qing was a little ashamed:

"Isn't it too busy recently? You know that I forget to sleep and eat when I started the alchemy experiment. It's not easy to remember about you."

Zhong Li let out an "oh", and set her eyes on the brown book, which had no name on the cover.

This is Jianzheng's manuscript, which records his process, experience and experience in refining the magic weapon, as well as the corresponding effects of the magic weapon.

Disciples don't like to read this broken book, just like elementary school students don't know how to study calculus, only Song Qing occasionally flips through it.

Zhong Li flipped through the pages of the book and found the details of the "Hammer of Disorder".

"......If luck is added to the body, you can beat it, and you will be enlightened!"

Zhong Li stared at the last sentence and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, both Zhong Li and Song Qing felt chest pains at the same time.

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PS: It's a super long chapter, it's been a long time since I wrote it, so I feel relieved.

Chapter 90 The Imminent Distress (7000)

"I used to think that the teacher relied on the alliance with Buddhism and the siege of the city step by step, coercing the general situation, and successfully killing the teacher."

Every time Xu Pingfeng said a word, a stream of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He was seriously injured, but his expression was flamboyant and wanton.

Some words have been held in my heart for more than 20 years, and some plans have been endured for more than 20 years, and now I can vomit them quickly.

"However, after careful analysis and review of the process of Wu Zong's rebellion, it is actually very easy to deduce some unusual things. For example..."

Xu Pingfeng's eyes suddenly became sharp:

"At the beginning of Wu Zong's rebellion, why was the first generation caught off guard? Even though killing masters is the fate of the warlock system, isn't it also fate to kill disciples? There is no reason for the first generation to let Wu Zong rebel and let you be promoted to the Master of Destiny to replace him.

"It's ridiculous for a dignified first-grade warlock to fail to see through his disciple's actions... The reason for this, Bai Di has just explained, is that the teacher is the gatekeeper, and he used some means to deceive the first generation's eyes that see through the future.

"Is the disciple right?"

The prisoner was holding a sheep whip in his hand, breathing out slowly, and looked at him indifferently.

"The gatekeeper is not the point." Xu Pingfeng shook his head:

"The point is your method of interfering with the first generation to see through the future. It is precisely because of this method that you successfully blinded the first generation and prevented him from seeing his end. That's why you were caught off guard by the teacher."

Hei Lian sneered as a joke: