"Here you come."

Yan Fang was ready to fight, holding his sword tightly, and alerting to the dark forest. Apart from the Mughal servant, the few people here had the lowest martial arts skills.

After a while, four shadows appeared in the dense forest, Lu Zhengqing and tiles were in front, and Ga'er's head was pulling a big red pillar behind.

"Tsk! I thought it was someone, it turned out to be a mountain citizen."

The tiles had a pale face and thin skin, and were dressed in torn clothes. Yan Fang mistakenly thought it was a mountain citizen. He said, "If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Slow down." Sun Jing pulled out his sword and stared at Lu Zhengqing: "Is this young man the Jinyiwei?"

Sun Jing showed Lu Zhengqing's extraordinaryness, not her temperament, but her gorgeous deerskin boots on her feet. Although Lu Zhengqing's dress is ordinary, the shoes on her feet are not expensive!

Lu Zhengqing stood with a knife and said, "Yes, I am Lu Zhengqing, the small flag of Jiangzhou brocade clothes."

"Jiangzhou? You are so fucking far away! I'm afraid that the little flag is coming to die?" Sun Jing looked at Lu Zhengqing's outfit, and under her simple clothes was a pair of high-quality moccasins. He sneered: "These shoes on your feet are worth half acre of fertile land? I guess you are the hereditary Jinyiwei, right?"

"So what, so what, no?"

"Boy, you are not lucky! You are obviously hereditary young master. You don't stay at home to enjoy your happiness, but you run to such a remote place. Is it the inspiration of justice or the call of death? I don't understand why you are chasing me so hard?"

Lu Zhengqing looked at the two Mughals and asked, "Do you really don't understand?"

"Kill him!"

After receiving the order, Yan Fang used the Zifeng Sword Technique to attack Lu Zhengqing. Lu Zhengqing knew that he was unable to defeat the Four Ghosts. After all, the other party was a famous second-rate master. He raised his hand and attacked with a hidden weapon. Yan Fang felt the strong wind coming, and he used his foot to dodge his light skills.

"hidden weapon?"

Yan Fang turned over and replaced the attack and defended. He used the Zifeng Sword Technique to defend Lu Zhengqing's chain of hidden weapons with impenetrable air. Lu Zhengqing hit Yan Fang with several darts. When Yan Fang retreated, Lu Zhengqing suddenly hit Sun Jing on the side.

Sun Jing turned his head and avoided the dart and said viciously: "Boy, I'm looking for death!"

Sun Jing set out his sword, and the first-class master's reverse bracelet dragon swung his sword. His movements were smooth and he resonated with the world. If he didn't, he would have a shocking look. The tip of the sword was filled with cold light, like a poisonous snake in the dark.

Trivedi couldn't help but nodded. What he needed was this kind of combat power - the top master of the Ming Dynasty. If Sun Jing helped him and returned to China, many things would be easier.

Seeing Sun Jing take action, Yan Fang took a few steps back and no longer tangled with Lu Zhengqing. No one in Sichuan could beat Sun Jing. He was afraid that Sun Jing would be troublesome after killing Lu Zhengqing and was stuck in blood. There was no change of clothes in this wilderness!

When Lu Zhengqing saw Sun Jing coming, he shouted: "Take a move, half of each person."

The tiled meat stared at Sun Jing and moved half a step...

Sun Jing was sarcastic when he was attacking, just because of the hungry mountain man in front of him?

The tiled meat pulled out the black hatchet and flew over like a whirlwind...

Sun Jing was not panicked and stabbed three swords in a row...

He did not feel the resistance of the human body in the sword in his hand. Sun Jing only felt a strong wind passing through her body, and then the sky was spinning. When he realized it, he saw Yan Fang covered in blood.

Yan Fang looked at Sun Jing who was cut in half in horror. Because he retreated too much and was too close to Sun Jing, he was sprayed with blood.

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The water of the yellow spring is endless, and the stone tablet beside the bridge is engraved: Naihe. The bridge is deserted and the sky is dark. Sun Jing saw an old woman making soup on the bridge in front of her, and stepped forward and bowed, "Is it Meng Po?"

"There are no Mengpo in the world for many years, look..."

Sun Jing looked along Meng Po's hand. For some reason, people called Huangquan a river. This was clearly an endless sea. The dark yellow water surface was sparkling. A bronze door in the middle of the river that could not be seen from the end of the river blocked Huangquan.

"What kind of door is this?" Sun Jing looked at the dense lines on the door, feeling an indescribable weirdness.

"Do you regret it?" Meng Po raised a bowl of soup and looked up at Sun Jing, "Do you regret it? Life..."

"Hey! I don't regret it. I either starve to death or eat delicious food or drink spicy food. When I held the sword, I realized it. I don't regret it, but it's a pity. It's a pity that my brother is not married yet..."

Sun Jing couldn't say that he was not married. When he wanted to thank Meng Po, he found that there was no Meng Po. His eyes were full of towering ancient branches and Yan Fang's panicked expression.

It turns out that this is just an illusion before I die...

Sun Jing's raised eyes stared at the sky. Sun Jing, who had defeated Sichuan's number one master within dozens of moves, died...

When Lu Zhengqing saw the tiled meat slashing Sun Jing with a knife, he was overjoyed and hurriedly greeted: "Dissolve this guy."

Yan Fang saw the tiles staring at him, and his heart sank, and he stepped apart and ran away.

When the two armies are fighting, they are most afraid of exposing their backs, especially when the opponent has hidden weapons, Lu Zhengqing raised his hand and shot, and two pear darts shot through Yan Fang's chest.

Yan Fang fell to the ground, covering the blood gushing out of her chest. He knew that he could not survive, so he glared at Lu Zhengqing viciously, hoping to take revenge in the next life.

"I don't understand why you Mughals sneaked into the Ming Dynasty. I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for ten days and ten nights."

Lu Zhengqing raised his knife and pointed at Trividi. The swaying sound of the branches swayed, and the Mughal servant leaned on the ancient tree in horror and looked at everything in front of him.

"The Jinyiwei is well-known. If I say I have no need for your Ming land, do you believe it or not?"

Trivedy took out the small bottle from her arms, poured out the green juice, and applied it to the palm of her palm.

"So are you here for a trip?"

"It's almost the same."

"The people who were killed by you in Peng County do not think so!"

"I'm sorry, solemnly."

Lu Zhengqing was furious: "What's the use of sorry? Are those people dying in vain? What kind of intention do you have to sneak into the Ming Dynasty?"

"Sorry, you misunderstood. I'm sorry, the three words are said to you, hell is waiting for you."

Trividi had a palm and three leaves flew over like bullets. Lu Zhengqing subconsciously raised his knife to block it. Dangdang, the embroidered spring knife made a crisp sound.

Lu Zhengqing couldn't bear it and retreated repeatedly.

"Submit!"

Trivedi raised his palms and green leaves appeared densely in the palms, and these green leaves rotated regularly.

"Go to die!"

Trivedi's palms were sing together, Lu Zhengqing lifted his breath and jumped hard. As soon as he reached mid-air, the branches flew over like life to wrap him around. Lu Zhengqing struggled hard, but the branches became tighter and tighter. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body. The dense flying leaves hit him, hitting the joints of his hands. With a clang, the Xiuchun knife fell off.

Trivedy's attack method broke Lu Zhengqing's common sense. Can this person control trees?

"Come on, cut him!"

Lu Zhengqing, tied in the air, turned his head anxiously and looked at the ground, but saw the tiles pulling the big red pillar and Ga'er's head and running towards the depths of the dense forest.

Lu Zhengqing hurriedly shouted: "Don't run!"

The back of running towards the darkness did not stop. Lu Zhengqing looked at the hidden back and sighed: "Run, don't come back, I won't blame you."

His voice became lighter and lighter, and the branches were tangled tighter like pythons. Lu Zhengqing couldn't breathe until there was no sound.

"I am invincible in the deep forest, hahaha!"

Trivedi raised his head and raised his hands, laughing wildly. The servants of Mughal knelt on the ground and kowtowed and worshiped him.
Chapter completed!