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Antu Timur also heard the noises from the courtyard, especially those three words that made him restless for three days.

Feng Wuhen is really here!

Through the crowd, Feng Wuhen also saw Antu Timur standing in the hall, and couldn't help showing a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In Antu Timur's eyes, that smile seemed to be announcing his own death.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Antu Timur tremblingly stretched out a hand, pointed at Feng Wuhen standing in the courtyard, and shouted heartbreakingly.

Following an order, hundreds of guards no longer hesitated, brandishing their weapons and rushing towards Feng Wuhen, as if they wanted to cut Feng Wuhen into pieces.

Without saying a word, Feng Wuhen rushed into the crowd in a flash!

A silver light flashed, and the Yitian sword had been unsheathed, and everywhere it passed, there were screams and blood spattering!

At the same time, dozens of women holding swords appeared around the palace and rushed into the enemy formation!

The screams kept coming, and people kept falling down, but they were all guards in the palace, because when they heard the words Feng Wuhen, they were already doomed to die.

Time passed by every minute and every second, until the courtyard was full of corpses, and there was no one standing except the people from Tianyahaige.

Hundreds of guards didn't even last a stick of incense.

Feng Wuhen took a deep breath, looked at Antu Timur who was standing dumbfounded in the hall, and walked slowly into the hall without hesitation.

Dozens of guards guarding the hall are still standing in the hall, and none of them rushed out.

It wasn't because they wanted to guard Antu Timur to the death, but because they had already been terrified by the tragic scenes in the courtyard.

They have been on the battlefield and killed people, but no one has ever seen such a murderous killing, today is an eye-opener.

"Stop him!"

Antu Timur roared in despair.

But when Feng Wuhen walked to the entrance of the hall, dozens of guards who had been guarding around Antu Timur suddenly knelt on the ground in unison, trembling all over, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

Seeing this scene, Antu Timur's face turned pale instantly.

His last glimmer of hope finally vanished at this moment.

He knew that he was doomed.

"Sword Emperor Feng Wuhen, worthy of being Sword Emperor Feng Wuhen..."

Antu Timur sat limply on the chair, looked at Feng Wuhen, and said weakly.

Now he suddenly had a trace of relief on his face.

The end was set, and he gave up all struggles.

"Where is Cheng Kun?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Antu Timur, and asked indifferently, without any expression on his face.

"I have no idea..."

"He left three days ago, and may have escaped..."

Antu Timur shook his head and said with a wry smile.

If it wasn't for Cheng Kun, maybe he wouldn't die so soon.

Hearing Antu Timur's words, Feng Wuhen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but he could tell that Antu Timur wasn't lying.

Naturally, the cunning Cheng Kun would not stay in the Prince's Mansion waiting to die.

"I said, after three days, your head will be taken."

"The three-day period has come, do you have anything to say?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Antu Timur and asked indifferently.

"I lost, I have nothing to say, give me a happy..."

Antu Timur murmured.

As the voice fell, a flash of sword light flashed, and Feng Wuhen cut Antu Timur's throat with a sword without hesitation, then turned and walked out without a trace of muddling.

Antu Timur struggled, covering his throat with his hands, his whole body was twitching non-stop, blood gushed out from between his fingers and splashed all over the ground.

Apart from desperation, there was also a trace of remorse at the point of death in his eyes.

He deliberately took the military power from the hands of King Ruyang. He originally thought that he could completely eradicate the martial arts forces in Yitian Prefecture by using the Evil Order, but he did not expect to end up like this in the end.

Human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations, but there is a sky beyond the sky, and mountains beyond the mountains.

"Pavilion Lord!"

Just as Feng Wuhen walked out of the hall, Lan Xinyu quickly walked in front of Feng Wuhen.

"what happened?"

Feng Wuhen stopped and asked indifferently.

"We found Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Cuishan in the city. They seem to have come for the traitor Song Qingshu, but they seem to be in trouble. The Seven Heroes, Mo Shenggu, were killed!"

Lanxinyu replied slowly.

Hearing Lan Xinyu's words, Feng Wuhen frowned slightly, and his face was gloomy for a while.

"take me."

Feng Wuhen said something coldly, and continued to walk outside.

"Yes!"

Lan Xinyu agreed and hurriedly led the way.

...

In the capital city, flames filled the sky everywhere, and horrified roars could be heard endlessly.

Almost all the defenders were wiped out, with tens of thousands of casualties, and the people in the city were all awakened from their dreams by the sudden turmoil, thinking that an enemy army had invaded the capital, and fled in fright.

The people who killed the defenders were more than 100 people including Linghu Chong and Feng Yun who came from all over Kyushu to escort them, but they received instructions to kill all the officers and soldiers in the city and not to hurt innocent people.

This is Feng Wuhen's order.

He will not harm the innocent.

In a small courtyard, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Cuishan were hugging a corpse and murmuring in pain.

The body belonged to Mo Shenggu.

He was pierced through the chest by a sword.

Feng Wuhen walked into the small courtyard slowly, came up to the three of them, and looked at the wound on Mo Shenggu's chest.

Wudang swordsmanship!

Looking at the sword wound on Mo Shenggu's chest, Feng Wuhen could tell at a glance that it was caused by the sword technique of the Wudang School.

"Hero Song, you shouldn't have come."

Feng Wuhen looked at Song Yuanqiao and said calmly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's voice, Song Yuanqiao raised his head blankly, his face was full of remorse, two lines of painful tears hung on his cheeks.

Originally, he would not appear in this metropolis, but ever since he knew that the danger of Wudang was related to his son, he couldn't sit still anymore, and finally got the master's permission to bring people down the mountain to bring the traitor son Back to Wudang for trial.

All of this was because he didn't want his son to die in Feng Wuhen's hands. He knew that once Feng Wuhen found his son, he would definitely kill him!

He actually just wanted to save his son's life, but he didn't expect to kill his little brother...

Chapter 181 The Hunt

Dadu.

Small courtyard.

"Wuhen, please, don't kill him. If he really did all this, let me kill him myself and give him a chance to defend himself, okay?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Feng Wuhen and begged.

The last thing he wants to see is that his son dies by Feng Wuhen's hands.

He couldn't tell why.Maybe he didn't want his only son to die at the hands of his most proud disciple, even though this disciple didn't even seem to have any status as a master and apprentice to him.

"He can't look back, I hope you can really see him clearly."

Feng Wuhen sighed secretly, and said lightly.

He couldn't understand Song Qingshu very well.

A man who would do anything for a woman, even if he was once the most outstanding disciple of Wudang's younger generation, cannot cover up the mistakes he is making now.

"Master."

At this time, Lan Xinyu slowly walked into the small courtyard and came behind Feng Wuhen.

"The whereabouts of Cheng Kun have been found."

Lan Xinyu said slowly.

Feng Wuhen narrowed his eyes and nodded.

After leaving the Prince's Mansion, he ordered Lan Xinyu to send people to block all the entrances and exits of the entire metropolis to prevent Cheng Kun from taking advantage of the chaos to leave the metropolis.

Although Cheng Kun had left the Prince's Mansion three days ago, he was certain that Cheng Kun must still be in the city.

It is precisely because Cheng Kun is a very scheming person, so he will not leave soon, at least he will not leave until he is sure that the Prince's Mansion is completely destroyed.

A rat crossing the street will not give up his umbrella easily.

"lead the way."

Feng Wuhen said something lightly, turned around and walked out.

When Song Yuanqiao and other Wudang people saw Feng Wuhen leaving, they hurriedly got up and followed.

...

North of the city.

There is a not very eye-catching house, with only one small door, facing the north gate of the capital city.

In a wing room, a woman in a white gown was tied to a pillar, with a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth, unable to speak, and her acupoints seemed to be sealed, unable to move at all.

A young man stood in front of the woman, with longing in his eyes, he was tentatively trying to untie the woman.

"Zhiruo, shall I take you away?"

"No matter the ends of the earth, as long as you want to go, you can go anywhere!"

The young man looked at the woman and asked eagerly, with a complicated expression.

It was Song Qingshu!

And the woman tied to the pillar is Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei School who disappeared suddenly a few days ago.

"Uh...uh..."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu, struggling, and said something indistinctly.

Song Qingshu looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and carefully removed the cloth that was stuck in Zhou Zhiruo's mouth.

"Where's Cheng Kun?!"

As soon as the cloth was taken away, Zhou Zhiruo frowned and asked.

She knew that if Cheng Kun was here, Song Qingshu would never dare to enter this room.

"He? He ran away a long time ago. The five sects besieged Wudang. Feng Wuhen arrived in time and killed all the people from the five sects, and even killed tens of thousands of elite soldiers sent by the Seventh Prince. Heavens, Tianyahai Pavilion has entered the Prince's Mansion, and Cheng Kun has already ignored us in order to escape for his life."

Song Qingshu said with a smile.

"What did you say?! All five sects were killed? What about the Emei sect?!"

Zhou Zhiruo turned pale with shock when she heard this.

What happened these days, she has no idea.

"Dead, everyone is dead, and Ding Minjun is also dead. She thought that if she betrayed you, she could become the head of the Emei School. In fact, she is just a pawn that Cheng Kun can throw away at any time. She deserves death!"

Song Qingshu said with a cold snort.