Chapter 18 Killing Wen Changfeng

According to legend, in the country of Dayu, which is adjacent to Daliang, there was a couple who were extremely loving. They often played the piano and danced at home, becoming a couple of gods and goddesses.

But the good times did not last long, and the man was drafted into the army and rushed to the battlefield.

When parting, the woman danced a dance for the man, embodying all her feelings of reluctance to say goodbye. Later, this dance became widely spread.

It's called the farewell dance.

Ming Buyan looked at Peony with flying sleeves on the dance floor, with a strange look in his eyes, "Why did Sister Peony suddenly dance like this for me?"

"I don't know." Yue Ji shook her head.

The long sleeves suddenly fluttered open, and the sleeves danced, as if countless petals were floating down in the sky, each petal swaying with wisps of agarwood.

After Peony danced, there was a fine drop of fragrant sweat on her forehead, and she looked at Ming Wuyan in the elegant pavilion, with a little red lips on her pink face, and her expression hesitated to speak, but in the end she said nothing, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her face was

His elegant smile returned to his face.

Ming Wuyan watched in the Accord, his eyes dark and thoughtful.

When the other party returned to the Accord, he asked without saying anything: "Sister Peony dances really well in this farewell dance. Is there any deeper meaning?"

"Oh, Your Highness is over-concerned. He just thinks this dance is very good and wants to show it to Your Highness. There is no deep meaning." Peony said with a smile.

"Really?" Mingwu said he was still doubtful.

"Your Highness, Mudan is a little tired and wants to go back and rest first."

"good."

Ming Wuyan nodded.

After Peony left, many people were still immersed in the afterglow of the farewell dance.

"Miss Peony's dancing is getting better and better."

"Today's dance was both physical and spiritual, making it unforgettable."

"It's just that this dance is sad, so it's not appropriate to watch it too much."

"As long as it's danced by Miss Peony, I'm willing to watch it as many times as I want."

"Huh, are you here to watch the dance? I'm embarrassed to tell you."

After Mudan left, Ming Wuyan yawned.

He seemed a little tired.

"That's it for today, I'm going back first."

Ming said without saying a word.

"Farewell to Your Highness."

After Yueji and others sent Mingwu away, Yueji rushed to Mudan's room, but Mudan's person was nowhere to be seen, so she found Sister Fang again.

"Where's the Peony Man?"

Sister Fang was standing in front of the window, looking at a sedan below.

The sedan went further and further away.

Yueji seemed to realize something and wanted to chase after her, but suddenly the back of her neck hurt and she fainted on the spot.

Honglian appeared out of nowhere and hugged the unconscious Yueji.

"It's a pity, you can't do anything if you go."

Honglian said calmly.

…………

The streets are brightly lit.

There is no curfew in Daliang, so even at night, many people are still doing business, and many vendors are selling goods on the streets.

Ming Wuyan was walking on the road and came to a stall selling masks. He caught a glimpse of a golden mask and picked it up to play with.

Then he took out an ingot of silver and threw it to the vendor. This ingot of silver was more than enough to buy the entire mask stall, let alone one mask.

The merchant quickly thanked him, "Thank you so much, sir, thank you so much, sir."

…………

The sedan was carried towards Wen Changfeng's mansion in the night.

In the sedan chair, Peony's eyes were dull and her heart was filled with sadness.

soon.

She was then sent to Wen Changfeng's house, and Wen Changfeng had been waiting for her for a long time, looking at the delicate peony with longing in his eyes.

"Send her to my room."

"yes."

Wen Changfeng touched his chin and planned to take a bath first.

But suddenly.

A strange wind suddenly blew into the house.

Wen Changfeng noticed something, his eyes focused, and he quickly scanned the surroundings, and then found an additional figure two feet away from him.

The other person's face was wearing a golden mask, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his pair of dark and deep eyes had a kind of indifference.

Looking at Wen Changfeng, he seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"Hiding one's head and showing one's tail, it seems that the person who came here is not a good person."

Wen Changfeng quickly retreated, his eyes showing wariness.

Being able to get as close as two feet to him without him having time to react, let alone strength, this skill cannot be underestimated.

The visitor still didn't speak, but suddenly took a step forward. His figure was like a ghost, blending into the night wind, making it elusive.

When Wen Changfeng saw this, his whole body's energy surged.

Especially his hands, veins popped up in an instant, and a blue-black aura spread across his palms.

This is Wen Changfeng’s secret skill, the Five Poison Hands!

It is also a forbidden technique in Wenjiabao.

Wen Changfeng was regarded as a traitor by the Wen family because he secretly learned forbidden arts.

"snort."

Wen Changfeng snorted coldly and waved his palms in the air. Wherever the wind of his palms passed, poisonous gas drifted away.

Ordinary people may be poisoned and die if they touch even a trace of it.

Seeing this, Ming Wuyan waved his sleeves, and a surge of true energy surged out like a roaring wind, easily dispersing the poisonous gas all around.

Then, he grabbed it with one claw.

It's like an eagle attacking a rabbit, its power is unparalleled.

It’s exactly the Eagle Claw Kung Fu of 100% Fire!

Wen Changfeng's pupils shrank slightly, and he fought hard with Ming Buyan. After the impact of claws and palms, Ming Buyan was as steady as a mountain and did not retreat even one step.

On the other hand, when Wen Changfeng took a few steps back, the palm that he had fought with Ming Wuyan was even more bloody, and his muscles and bones were shattered by the powerful energy.

It hangs on the shoulders like noodles.

But Wen Changfeng grinned, "There are not many people in this world who dare to confront my Five Poisonous Hands head-on. You are doomed!"

Ming Wuyan looked at his palm after hearing the words, and saw that there was blue-black poisonous gas all over it. Although most of it was isolated by his true energy, some still invaded the body along the palm and gradually spread along the meridians of the arm.

This is the tyranny of the Five Poison Hands.

Once exposed, even if the skill is stronger than Wen Changfeng, he will be poisoned.

Ming Wuyan circulated his true energy, and saw that the poisonous gas that had invaded his body was gradually forced out of his body by his true energy, and his palms became white again.

Wen Changfeng's pupils shrank, a little horrified, "If you are hit by the Five Poisonous Hands, unless you are a Grandmaster, it is impossible to survive. You, you are a Grandmaster?!"

Obviously he is not a master yet.

But his Mingyu Jue is far beyond ordinary internal skills and mental techniques, and is extremely mysterious, giving him some abilities that only a master can have.

It’s easy to expel the poisonous energy from the Five Poison Hands.

However, Ming Buyan did not explain it. He said nothing, like a silent death, his figure drifted for a while, and his operatic body skills were used again.

Wen Changfeng's face changed wildly, and he quickly dodged, but no matter how fast he was, he was still far behind Ming Wuyan. After a few breaths, Ming Wuyan came behind him, grabbed out with one claw, and smashed the opponent's head upside down.

above.

With a click, five bloody holes were poked out of the opponent's head.

Wen Changfeng, died.
To be continued...