Xu Wubing was playing the flute under the moon. Whether it was arousing the sigh of his life or being touched by the pure and beautiful moonlight, Wubing was immersed in his own flute sound, and he didn't even notice when Wang Feng's snoring stopped.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Wang Mengxi's voice coming: "Brother Wubian, there is a master in front of me. I'm afraid I'm not his opponent if this idea is amazing. When I jump up and beat him, you run away quickly. My waist card has been put in your bag. After you arrive in the capital, you will hand it over to Lord Chen Huan, Qingyiwei, and tell him what's going on here."

Although Wang Meng's voice was light, Wubing could hear it clearly, and there was a slight trembling in his voice. "Who can make Brother Wang so scared!" Wubing couldn't help but feel shocked, and the distant flute sound came to an abrupt end.

Wuyan looked up and saw that there was one more person ten feet ahead. At this time, he was standing under the moon with his hands behind his back, his purple silk shirt facing the wind. He sometimes walked in small steps, sometimes focused his attention and looked up at the bright moon, as if he came here purely to appreciate the moon, and the others had nothing to do with him.

"'The sky is vast and the trees are low, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people', what a beautiful moonlight, what a beautiful flute sound!" The man chanted faintly, and in an instant he had jumped less than three feet in front of Xu Wubing's body.

"Old Master Fang!" Xu Wubing said in shock.

The visitor was Fang Wenzhao, the head of the Fenshui Hall. He was about 60 years old and had a clear appearance. Although his hair was gray, his eyes were filled with brilliance and his temples were bulging and protruding. An old face full of wrinkles was staring at Xu Wubing with a smile.

"No disease, no disease, you can play such a wonderful flute sound. I have been with this gang for so long, and I have never heard you blow it. What a pity!" Fang Wenzhao sighed.

"Hmph! You are the head of the Fenshui Hall!" Wang Meng snorted coldly.

Fang Wenzhao: "I dare not! Below, Wenzhao is the head of the Fenshui Hall. I guess this is the imperial envoy from the court. I heard that he is still in the Qingyiwei."

Wang Meng: "Hmph! Since you know that I am from the Qingyiwei, you dare to come here to stop me! It is important to know that those who assassinate the Qingyiwei will be punished for rebellion! You should punish the nine clans!"

Fang Wenzhao: "Haha! If you kill my eldest son, I will ask me, a father, to avenge my son. As for what you are talking about, the Blue Guard of the Blue Guard, I don't know and don't want to know. After you die, I will throw your body to those wild wolves and wild dogs. At that time, if the court wants to kill anyone's nine tribes, go find those wild wolves and wild dogs."

Wang Meng shouted: "Okay! Then don't talk nonsense, let us see the truth! However, this incident was all caused by me, and it was also my son who killed me, Wang Meng, and it has nothing to do with that little brother. I hope you can let that little brother go."

Fang Wenzhao smiled and said, "Don't worry, after I send you to the underworld, I will let him come to accompany you immediately!"

Wang Meng was furious and suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards Wang Wenzhao with one move, which made it his family's unique skill "Gahawk Fighting Rabbit".

Fang Wenzhao lowered his body, avoided Wang Meng's side kick, and his five fingers formed claws with his hands, using a move to "Dragons Traveling All Seas". He stretched forward with his left hand, followed by his right claws, and struck Wang Meng's waist and eyes.

Fang Wenzhao is known as the "Iron Claw Flying Dragon", and his unique skill is the "Dragon Claw" of Na Shaoshan. When Fang Wenzhao was young, he was a registered disciple of Shaoshan Sect, and he practiced the authentic Shaoshan outer martial arts "Dragon Claw" of the martial arts. The Shaoshan Sect is famous in the world, and there are more than tens of millions of disciples, and it is like the world's largest sect. Shaoshan "Dragon Claw" is vigorous and fierce. Wherever his strength goes, his claws bring wind, and he is powerful and powerful. Fang Wenzhao's hands have been immersed in "Dragon Claw" for decades, and his skills are naturally extraordinary. At this moment, he saw that the boar moves like a rabbit, and his claws bring wind, and in an instant, he saw that his claws move like a rabbit, and his claws bring wind.

It has arrived, and I dare not neglect the moment, and use my unique skills to fight against it.

Wang Meng was in the air, watching his opponent's five fingers chain, and his claws were coming from the sea. If his waist and eyes were clawed, he had to collapse on the spot. He bent his waist and back and quickly made a "rotate cut", and he leaned down with his left palm, and his right hand and palm were like a knife, cutting towards Fang Wenzhao's left neck.

Wang Meng was born as a military general. His ancestors followed Taizu to fight the world. Later, his military achievements were inherited and he has been practicing martial arts for generations. This family's eagle claw master was originally from an expert in the Western Regions. His moves were exquisite and changeable. He was hard and soft, and he was soft and strong. Wang Meng himself was also a martial arts genius. Although he was in the officialdom for many years, his martial arts skills have not been lost for a day.

Fang Wenzhao jumped back, and without waiting for the other party to stand firmly, he pushed his left palm forward and his right claw upward. With a move of "two dragons coming out of the water", he greeted Wang Meng with a move.

One of these two people is a disciple of a famous family and the other is a military general family. Both of them have their kung fu on their own pair of hands and claws. Under the bright moon, standing on the immortal platform, they use their unique skills in their lives and have barely fought for more than twenty moves.

Xu Wubing was afraid that Wang Meng would be injured, and was extremely anxious. He wanted to go up and help, but he couldn't use his strength. First, he knew martial arts, and second, when masters fought for a duel, outsiders could not help at all. But if he wanted to escape at this moment, he would never refuse. Although he and Wang Meng had known each other for less than half a day, they saw that Wang Meng was generous and chivalrous, and he had already regarded Wang Meng as his eldest brother. In this crisis, he would not be able to leave this eldest brother and escape by no means.

He kept shouting to Fang Wenzhao with illness: "Old Master Fang, please let Brother Wang go. Brother Wang is the imperial envoy of the imperial court and the high-ranking official of the Qingyiwei. Where is the Qingyiwei? It is a big yamen in the capital, and there are masters there! If you kill Brother Wang, the people of the Qingyiwei will not be found. If they know that you are the murderer, they will definitely send a large number of masters to arrest you. At that time, you will be arrested into the Qingyiwei's imperial prison. I know that there are 70 to 49 kinds of tortures there, which will make you worse than death!"

Wubing continued to shout again: "Old Master Fang, you don't think about yourself, but you have to think about your family. You have children and grandchildren, so why bother killing your whole family for Brother Wang alone! You let Brother Wang go now, and there are many people in your family, so you will not care about you. If you want to fight and mess with each other again, you will annoy Brother Wang, and then the army will kill you, your whole family will suffer. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your descendants, and you have to think about your wife and seven concubines. Your seventh concubine is only sixteen years old and less than two months after the family, will you bear to let her be a widow at such a young age?"

Without illness, he knew that according to Fang Wenzhao's temperament, he would never spare them today. He only hoped that through his random shouting, he would make Fang Wenzhao feel distracted even if he was at all.

After Wang Meng fought with Fang Wenzhao for more than twenty moves, his physical strength gradually became unsupported. If it were on weekdays, Wang Meng could still beat Fang Wenzhao. Today, he was hit by a poisonous knife with his right leg. Although he applied the medicine outside and took the family-born "Guyuan Dan" internally, his injury had not healed, and his physical strength was consumed along the way. The master's fighting was almost the same. Now the wound on his right leg has been broken and blood flowed out. Wang Meng has gradually fallen into a disadvantage, and he can't stand it ten moves.

Wang Meng thought to himself: "If I can play the 'Sky and Yin San' at this moment, it will be better to fly away from the mountain while the night is dark, but the little brother next to me may be in danger. He refuses to leave me, how can I leave him and leave! Stop it! The little brother sacrifices his life to save me, and I will sacrifice his life to save him!"

Wang Meng's general made a move and his tricks changed. His moves were all fighting methods. Fang Wenzhao used a move "Nine Dragons Down the Mountain" and hit his lower abdomen with both claws. He abandoned him and flattened his hands, and poked Fang Wenzhao's eyes straight, and fought with one to die together.

Fang Wenzhao saw that Wang Meng's breath was in chaos, and knew that he would be able to subdue him within ten moves. Suddenly,

Wang Meng changed his style of playing and tried to fight with him. He couldn't help but panic. He quickly turned off attack to defense, leaned back, put his hands on the grid, and narrowly avoided one move.

Blood was constantly flowing out of Wang Meng's thighs, and it was already at the point where the oil was exhausted. Although he fought for his life and made Fang Wenzhao feel embarrassed, Fang Wenzhao was very experienced in the world. He knew that Wang Meng wanted to do his best to exchange for the same death together, so he did not attack him head-on, but just turned around and surrounded Wang Meng, and consumed as much as possible.

Finally, after another twenty rounds of fighting, Fang Wenzhao took advantage of Wang Meng's unpreparedness and used a move to "play with dragons and phoenixes", spread his hands and tied Wang Meng's fingers together. Fang Wenzhao shouted loudly, "Come on!" He used his hands, and only the "gla" sound was heard. Wang Meng's five fingers were broken, and his claws were scrapped from then on.

Wang Meng's fingers were in pain and he was about to faint. He roared angrily, tried his best to use the "Eight Styles in the Clouds" to "hit the iron head" and used his power to the top of his head, hitting Fang Wenzhao's chest hard.

Fang Wenzhao's chest was hit by the "Tanzhong" acupoint, and the acupoint was blocked for a moment. His chest was stagnant and his true energy surged. He couldn't exert force. He was hugged by Wang Meng as his chest and both fell off the stone platform. Wang Meng finally shouted: "Brother, go quickly!"

Before Xu Wubing could save him, he ran to the side of the stone platform and shouted loudly to the bottom: "Brother Wang! Brother Wang!" He could only hear the mountain wind, but no one could see.

Wubing turned around and was about to climb down, but suddenly someone slapped him from behind. The man's palm was strong and he only slapped forward several feet. He felt sweet in his chest, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and immediately fainted.

The man slowly walked to Wujian's body, and his face was frightened and distorted under the moonlight. It was Fang Wenzhao, the head of the Fenshui Hall, the "Iron Claw Flying Dragon".

It turned out that Fang Wenzhao was hugged by Wang Meng and fell off the stone platform. He was anxious and rushed to the acupoint with force. He slapped Wang Meng's chest with his left hand. Wang Meng fell into the cliff like a broken kite. Fang Wenzhao leaped to the edge of the cliff with his strength, grabbed a vine wrapped around the rock with his right hand, and climbed to the top of the mountain again. When he reached the top of the mountain, he happened to see Xu Wubing with his back and was about to go down the mountain, so he immediately slapped him with a palm.

At this moment, Fang Wenzhao felt a faint pain in his chest and his heart was inexplicably resentful. He forced himself to open the acupoints and had already suffered internal injuries. He would cough twice after walking one step. Even so, he still endured the pain and walked to Xu Wubing's side. His right fingers formed claws and wanted to fall down on Xu Wubing's forehead.

At this moment, a shrill roar suddenly rang in Fang Wenzhao's ears. The sound was not a human roar, a lion roar, or ape roar, nor a tiger roar. It was shrill and harsh, resounding throughout the mountains and rivers, as if it was an evil ghost in hell, making a terrifying roar. In this Moon Night Sky Mountain, it sounded so deafening and creepy.

Fang Wenzhao was frightened. When he looked up, he found a more terrifying scene. He saw a huge shadow slowly moving towards him, and next to him was a giant. The giant object was dark all over, with a mountain, four hooves like pillars, and a pair of eyes as big as lanterns emitted a faint green light under the moonlight. His ears were as big as a windmill, and his huge mouth seemed to be able to swallow a lion and chew a tiger. When the giant mouth opened, it revealed the sharp teeth inside, and the sharp teeth were like a steel knife. Anything that would be chewed into powder when it came to his mouth.

Fang Wenzhao suddenly saw this giant beast and was so scared that he was stunned on the spot. The giant beast's eyes showed fierce light, opened its bloody mouth, slowly approached Fang Wenzhao, and suddenly opened its mouth and let out a sad roar.

Fang Wenzhao could no longer bear it, and finally died of heart rupture. When he fell to the ground, two words slowly popped out from his teeth:

"Pig...demon..."
Chapter completed!