It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

The soldiers and warriors escorting Yue Fei shut their mouths tightly.

He was afraid that he might accidentally make a sound and anger the powerful General Zhang.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun was not angry.

With a wave of his hand, the rope that bound Yue Fei broke.

Then he picked up a glass of wine from the table.

Pass it to Yue Fei.

"Shuai Yue, it's useless to talk more.

Drink it, it is a gift from the official (emperor). "

Due to the special methods used in prison, his whole body was depleted.

He also suffered many severe punishments.

Yue Fei is now weaker than ordinary people.

He calmly took the wine glass and, despite Yue Yun and Zhang Xian's loud dissuasion, raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

at this time.

An old voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

"Chier, stop it!"

The sound is like thunder.

Yue Fei's movements suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a figure fell from the sky with strong wind.

A "boom" sound fell in front of everyone.

The marble floor tiles in the yard instantly shattered.

The huge impact brought up countless smoke and dust.

Blocking everyone's sight.

When the smoke clears.

An old man with white hair appeared in front of everyone.

The old man turned around.

He took the wine glass from Yue Fei's hand.

Use slight force.

Then knead it into powder.

The highly corrosive poisonous wine had no impact on him.

"Yue... cough, Pengju, is the Zhao Song family worthy of you?"

The old man stared at the weak man in front of him.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

Yue Fei did not answer this sentence.

The Generalissimo, who used to remain extremely calm when facing hundreds of thousands of golden soldiers, now couldn't help but tremble.

"Teacher, Master, why are you here?

Is Pengju already dead? "

"Idiot!"

The old man shook his head.

The voice was calm, but extremely determined.

"As long as I'm here today, no one can hurt you."

After saying that, he turned back and looked at Zhang Jun, who was tense and ready in front of him.

"Today, I want to take my disciple away.

Do you want to stop me? "

Zhang Jun did not answer immediately.

He reached out and took the thick-backed machete from the soldier.

Get into the starting position.

Just now he spoke.

"This Yue Fei is the person the Emperor has named to kill today.

There is no way I will let you take him away.

What's more, there are hundreds of thousands of defenders in Lin'an City.

There are thousands of warriors.

Even if you kill me, you can't escape. "

"What's your name?"

"Privy Envoy, Zhang Jun."

"Zhang Jun."

The old man is Chu Xuan who controls Zhou Tong's body.

Hearing this name, a look of thought appeared in his eyes.

“That’s the one who is greedy and greedy for money.

Be a dog for Qin Hui and Wanyan Jiu Mei, ah, your dog emperor Zhao Gou.

Zhang Jun who framed Zhang Xian for rebellion? "

"Bastard!"

Zhang Jun's expression suddenly changed.

"You dare to slander the official family, aren't you afraid of being punished by the nine clans?"

"Kill the Nine Clans?"

Chu Xuan sneered.

"I not only want to slander him, but I will also kill him soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward.

A terrifying momentum bloomed from within.

Zhang Jun's body trembled.

He almost lost his grip on the big knife in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and stood still.

Didn't step back.

When I saw this old man for the first time.

He felt an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart.

This is an early warning from intuition tempered by countless life-and-death battles.

You can't move, if you make a move, you will die!

At this moment, Chu Xuan took another step forward.

A drop of cold sweat broke out from Zhang Jun's forehead.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer!

No matter how strong the enemy in front of you is.

If you don't take action again.

His warrior heart will inevitably fall apart.

Then there will be no chance to take action.

"die!"

Zhang Jun roared angrily.

Stimulate qi and blood throughout the body.

The thick-backed machete emitted a dazzling golden light.

He slashed Chu Xuan's head with a sharp knife.

Swordsmanship is often known for its risk-taking and ruthless nature.

What matters is momentum.

With one strike, it doesn't matter whether the opponent blocks or dodges.

There will be endless back-ups.

The momentum comes together.

Even if you encounter an opponent who is stronger than yourself, you will still be able to fight.

"clang!"

There was a harsh sound of gold and iron clashing.

Chu Xuan's palm glowed with a faint golden light.

It only took two fingers to pinch Zhang Jun's inevitable blow.

"Is this really the power of an eighth-level warrior?"

Chu Xuan muttered to himself in disbelief.

The power of Zhang Jun's sword is quite impressive.

Even in the real world, it is at the top level.

Unexpectedly, he could pinch it with just two fingers.

This is not because Zhang Jun is too weak, but because Zhou Tong is too strong!

Chu Xuan, who controlled Zhou Tong's body, could clearly feel it.

Even with his bare hands now.

The combat effectiveness exerted by each strike is far more than ten times the health value.

Chu Xuan guessed that it should be the reason why dozens of martial arts have reached the subtle realm.

They blend together.

It produces a wonderful effect of one plus one being greater than two.

Zhang Jun, who was standing opposite, was completely stunned.

He never dreamed of it.

As an eighth-level warrior myself.

One day someone will catch the attack with two fingers.

How strong should the person opposite be?

Ninth level?

However, he didn't think much about it.

A fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

"boom!"

It sounded like a watermelon being smashed.

Zhang Jun's eyesight went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Chu Xuan retracted his fist.

Shake off the brains on your hands.

Release your fingers.

A headless corpse holding a knife fell straight to the ground.

Zhang Jun, die!

Outside the Fengbo Pavilion, a deathlike silence suddenly fell.