Duan Yanqing sneered repeatedly, and the iron rod in his palm swung into a circle, urging sharp energy out, forcing the opponents around him to retreat. He aimed at Duan Zhengchun tightly, and with a huh, he rushed to Duan Zhengchun, and attacked and killed him.

If it were Duan Yanqing in the past, his primary target would definitely be Duan Zhengming, the Emperor of Baoding. But now he knows that his son is Duan Yu, the person he hates the most is Duan Zhengchun. When he thinks that his son has called Duan Zhengchun’s father for nearly twenty years, he feels angry.

Duan Zhengchun shot a sharp shot between his fingers, and a strong wind broke through the air. He heard a crisp "ding" sound, and they fought with the iron staff. As the fire sputtered, the two fought together.

"Amitabha!" Ku Rong and others stared at Jiu Mozhi to death, surrounded the latter, clasped their hands together and said, "Last time, the national master came suddenly and left suddenly. The battle was not over. It is a pity. Let the old monk come again to learn about the national master's skills!"

While speaking, the five great monks of Tianlong Temple, Master Kurong, Benyin, Benguan, Benguan, Benxiang, Benxiang, and Benxiang all launched their body movements to attack Jiumozhi. Duan Zhengming let out a long roar and took action, and another six-man siege.

"It's just in line with the wishes of the monk!" Jiumozhi also clasped his hands together, but the temperature around him suddenly rose. A hot breath rolled between his fingers and palms. He could only hear the sound of the hissing wind blowing, and he slashed the flame knife out.

However, this time, Duan Zhengming and others did not only use the unskilled Six-Meridian Divine Sword, but instead urged the Yiyang Finger Power that had been refined for decades. The six people worked together to siege it, which doubled the pressure on Jiumozhi, which forced him to no avail for a moment.

Murong Bo, Ye Erniang, and Yue Laosan faced the remaining twenty or thirty Dali masters!

Swish!

A Dali master thought Mu Wanqing was also in the same group as Wang Dong. He swung his sword and slashed over. Mu Wanqing spit out a short blade from her sleeve and blocked it. The two swords intersected each other. Her delicate body trembled violently. Her face turned pale by the energy wrapped in the other's knife, and she couldn't help but retreat.

"Little girl, I'll blame you for being with the evil spirits and kill them!" The Dali master smiled grimly. He had no thought of pity for the fragrance and jade, and slashed his sword.

Seeing this scene, Wang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed his fingers. A drop of wine from the wine glass on the stone table suddenly rolled out, rolled onto his fingers, and suddenly ejected out.

A drop of wine came to Wang Dong's hands and seemed to have the power of a strong bow and crossbow arrow, and roared out. It hit the knife body that the man slashed down like lightning, and heard a buzzing sound. The Dali master couldn't hold it, and he flipped his blade and was shaken away.

With a muffled sound, Mu Wan shot a cold arrow from her sleeve, resulting in the person's life.

Her beautiful eyes turned and looked at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong said: "If Miss Mu doesn't want to suffer from the disaster, it's better to go to this stone pavilion to avoid the limelight."

Mu Wan took a look at Qin Hongmian in the Qing Dynasty circle. With the communication between Qin Hongmian and Duan Zhengchun just now, no one took action at her. At this time, Qin Hongmian was full of his heart and full of his heart.

Mu Wanqing bit her lip and immediately walked into the pavilion.

"Brother Chun, be careful!" Qin Hongmian exclaimed anxiously.

In the contemporary martial arts world, Duan Zhengchun is also a top-notch master, but unfortunately the opponent he met was Duan Yanqing, who was half better than him in martial arts. Both of them were good at finger strength. Duan Yanqing transformed Duan's sword and one yang finger into an iron rod. The attacks were even more strange and sharp. After dozens of moves, Duan Zhengchun was forced into danger.

Qin Hongmian's scream also reminded Duan Zhengming. He looked up and couldn't help but feel a slump in his heart. Except for them who suppressed Jiumozhi, the rest of the people were at a disadvantage, especially the old man in gray. His martial arts were really frightened. In just a moment, there were as many as five or six Dali masters buried in his hands.

Duan Zhengming couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Until now, they really couldn't let Wang Dong take action, but his five men had the power to destroy one of their own side.

"Forget it!" Duan Zhengming made a decision immediately. He flapped his arms and escaped from the battle circle that besieged Jiumozhi like an eagle. He sneered at Duan Yanqing, resolving the crisis for Duan Zhengchun. Then he roared to the sky, and the roar echoed like thunder, and it spread from a long distance.

Wang Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, gathered his skills in his ears. Almost just after Duan Zhengming's long roar, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves, rumbling sweeping from dozens of miles away.

One thousand five hundred imperial guards and two hundred Tianlong Temple monks guarding the temple, all of whom were elite. After hearing Duan Zhengming's long roar, they rushed over without stopping, sprinting towards Wanjie Valley like a tornado.

The marching team of 1,700 people was initially like a waterfall rumbling from a distance. The sound sounded muffled and very noisy, but not long after, it turned into dense drum beats, and the thunder rolling in the sky, and the strong wind swept through the fallen leaves.

The rapidity of the coming and the rapid response are all powerful in the world. Although the Dali Kingdom has little strength in its own country, this royal family is indeed a powerful elite soldier that can rival any army in the world.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The continuous sound of horse hooves, like volcanoes, mountain torrents, and tsunamis, rushed in like mountains and seas, and in an instant, the Wanjie Valley was densely surrounded by layers of layers. Then, an unyielding murderous aura filled the entire valley.

The neat steps trembled so that the earth was buzzing!

ha!

A loud breath sounded, followed by neat weapons. Under the leadership of the four major guards of Duan, a thousand imperial guards pointed their spears in front, and five hundred archers were behind, and they drew arrows, spreading in all directions. They could shoot the entire Wanjie Valley into a sieve just after the order of Emperor Baoding.

There were also two hundred agile Tianlong Temple monks who ran to the backs of master Kurong and other monks, forming a large formation, and completely sealing the exit of Wanjie Valley.

The terrifying murderous aura seemed to freeze the entire Wanjie Valley in an instant. Even Murong Bo, Duan Yanqing, and Jiumozhi were all top experts in the contemporary era. At this time, they couldn't help but change their expressions. They all drifted away and left the battle circle. They all looked at them and thought about ways to escape!

As for Duan Zhengming's Dali martial arts masters, they all breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and then looked very happy. When they thought, the other party was already a turtle in a jar and a bird in a cage, and there was no other way except to tie his hands.

"Your Majesty!" The four guards came to Duan Zhengming, bowed and bowed, waiting for the other party to issue orders.

Duan Zhengming looked at the stone pavilion and Wang Dong. The rest of the people followed his eyes and bet on them one after another.

Wang Dong was still very calm. He was surrounded by thousands of troops, and he had an indecent and unrestrained attitude and demeanor. Even though the Dali masters knew that the other party was an enemy, they could not help but feel a little admiration.

Wang Dong filled a glass of wine and clapped his hands and smiled, "I didn't expect that Dali'er Xiaobang would have such a strong army, which really surprised Mr. Wang."

Duan Zhengming stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Since my country established, the affairs of the martial arts world have been solved by the rules of the martial arts world and have never violated them. Today, I force them to form a military formation, but it is a matter of no choice. If the young master is tied up, Zhengming will treat Duan's reputation with courtesy and will plead with your colleagues for you. As long as the young master agrees, he will stay in Tianlong Temple to repent and repent in the Tianlong Temple from now on."

“Hahahahahahahaha…!”

Wang Dong was as if he had heard the ridiculous joke in the world, and laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he fell back and forth.

Everyone was shocked. Among Duan Zhengming's side, a group of Dali masters scolded repeatedly: "Bastard, your majesty is magnanimous, you are spared your life, why are you laughing?"

Duan Zhengming frowned slightly, and felt a little dissatisfied. This person first forced Yu'er to hand over the silk scroll, and then came to the door to force the collection of books. This was just a matter of harming the Dali martial arts fellows and disrupting the Dali martial arts world. At this time, he was surrounded by everyone and was still so arrogant. He immediately said in a deep voice: "Why are the young master laughing? Is Zhengming's words funny?"

"It's really ridiculous!" Wang Dong's laughter stopped suddenly, his eyes sneered, and said, "Since I already know that you have a hiding army, I'm still waiting here to stay. Have you ever wondered why?"
Chapter completed!