Lan Shigu only felt that his whole body was suppressed by the opponent's momentum. If he dared to move, he would definitely receive a thunderous blow from the opponent.

The deputy Feng Guangzheng sitting next to him was the same, and he didn't dare to move at all.

In just a few breaths, Lan Shigu discovered that several of his subordinates had been killed by Prince Ying Wubing.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Lan Shigu shook his head desperately, this must be an illusion.

I originally thought that just coming to kill a little guy in the martial arts realm would not be easy to capture.

Nowadays, not only are there great masters who are above the fifth level of Battle Saint, but even the ability of Prince Wukong to win has been seriously underestimated.

Killing the masters of the 8th and 9th levels of war generals is like killing pigs and sheep. Could it be that this prince is already a master of the Holy War Realm?

Lan Shigu, a sixteen-year-old master of the Holy Battle Realm, was shocked by his own thoughts.

Seeing Ying Wu Bing coming over, the white-haired old man saluted Ying Wu Bing and said, "Feng Qingyang has met the master!"

The wind is clear!

Ying Wubing was greatly shocked by this name. He never expected that the master he summoned would be Feng Qingyang, the great master in the martial arts world.

This Feng Qingyang is the uncle of Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, and lives in seclusion at Jade Girl Peak in Huashan Mountain. The protagonist Linghu Chong learned the Dugu Nine Swords from him.

Of course, this Feng Qingyang is just a copy of Feng Qingyang in Swordsman.

After Ying Wubing was stunned for a moment, he quickly said: "Mr. Feng, no courtesy!"

"Master, how should we deal with these two people?" Feng Qingyang pointed at Lan Shigu and Feng Guangzheng and asked.

"Ask them who ordered them to kill me. If they don't want to tell me, I'll kill them!" Ying Wubing said lightly.

Both of them are masters of the Holy War Realm and have their own principles of conduct. It would be very difficult to force them to question them.

As expected by Ying Wu Bing, both of them remained silent. Then they suddenly stood up, pulled out the sword from their waists, and stabbed Ying Wu Bing directly.

Feng Qingyang, who was standing next to Ying Wu Bing, snorted coldly and said: "If you are a classmate, even the pearls of rice will shine brightly!"

With a casual move, a long sword on the ground came into his hand. With a light and skillful move, he broke Lan Shigu's sword move and stabbed the long sword into his throat.

As for the other Feng Guangzheng, there were two flying knives stuck neatly on his chest.

Xiao Li's flying knives never fail!

When Feng Guangzheng was suppressed by Feng Qingyang's momentum, his life was taken away by Ying Wubing's flying knife.

A great master of the first level of the War Saint Realm died in the hands of Ying Wuyi. This was the second time that Ying Wuyi killed a master of the War Saint Realm.

Killing so many masters in a row caused Ying Wuyi's experience value to skyrocket.

[Level: Stage 4 of War General Realm (691250/1400000)]

The experience value suddenly increased from less than 20,000 to more than 690,000, which is close to 50% of the upgrade.

Sure enough, if you want to level up quickly, you must kill monsters diligently. This feeling gives Ying Wubing the illusion that he has time-traveled into the game.

Since these people came to kill him, Ying Wubing was naturally not polite. Not only did he kill them, he also looted all their valuables.

After the systematic conversion, nearly 5,000 taels of gold were suddenly increased.

In one fell swoop, a quarter of the gold spent on summoning Feng Qingyang was recovered.

After walking around the restaurant, I found that the owner and his family had been killed by this group of people.

Even at the ferry not far away, there were two bodies lying there, they should be the boatmen at the ferry.

This group of people was really cruel. In order to prevent the news from being leaked, they directly killed everyone nearby and silenced them.

Ying Wubing dug several pits in the woods behind the restaurant and buried the restaurant owner and his family.

As for those guys who were killed by him, Ying Wubing will not take care of them. The local government will come to clean up the mess.

Next, Ying Wubing took Feng Qingyang with him, rowed a boat, crossed the Yellow River, and headed straight for the capital.

Along the way, accompanied by Feng Qingyang, a master of the fifth level of War Saint, it was naturally calm and no accidents happened.

Feng Qingyang is an expert in Dugu Nine Swords. Along the way, Ying Wuyi asked Feng Qingyang for advice on the sword moves of Dugu Nine Swords. The experience value of Dugu Nine Swords suddenly increased by more than a thousand points.

Within the imperial city of the capital of the Great Qin Empire, there is a courtyard that covers an extremely large area next to the palace wall.

In the courtyard, there are rockeries, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, all hierarchical.

This is the residence of the eighth prince of the empire, Ying Wushuang.

In an extremely luxuriously decorated room in the mansion, the eighth prince Ying Wushuang was lying on a recliner. Several beautiful women dressed as maids were squeezing his shoulders.

The twenty-fifth prince, Ying Wuyou, was walking around in the room, seemingly irritable.

After a while, he stopped and said to the Eighth Prince: "Brother, that loser Lan Shigu will fail even if he is asked to kill a kid at the fourth level of the martial arts realm.

Not only did he lose his life, but he also caused us to lose so many men."

The eighth prince didn't pay much attention to Ying Wuyou's words. He narrowed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the woman's massage.

After a long time, he finally said: "Have you investigated the origin of the master next to Emperor Wu Bing?"

The twenty-fifth prince Ying Wuyou shook his head: "There is no news, as if this person appeared out of thin air!"

"How can a master of the fifth level of War Saint remain unknown? Let your secret guards investigate carefully!"

Ying Wushuang waved his hand and motioned for the women beside him to leave. After all the maids left, he stood up from the recliner and walked to Ying Wuyou.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion should also keep a close eye on them. I suspect that these masters are all secretly cultivated by the Prime Minister.

It's just that I have never understood how, with his position as prime minister, he could fall in love with such a powerless prince, the emperor's younger brother Wu Bing!

Could it be that the Prime Minister thinks that Emperor Wu Bing’s brother has no foundation and is easy to control?”

Ying Wuyou nodded and said: "Brother Huang's guess is very likely. It's just why father has so much trust in the Prime Minister!"

Ying Wushuang let out a long sigh and said: "My father is a master of creation. Any conspiracy or force will be in vain in the face of his absolute force."

"Then does it make sense for us to go through this trouble? My father is in his prime. Even if we all grow old, he will still be very strong."

Ying Wuyou asked a little impatiently.

Ying Wushuang turned around, looked at Ying Wuyou and said, "As princes, we naturally have to fight for what we can. Otherwise, how can we make our father pay attention to us?"

Ying Wuyou shook his head and nodded again, not sure whether he understood or not.

"We have lost so many manpower this time, so your men should be more cautious. In some places, the manpower should be reduced first."

Ying Wuyou agreed, stopped staying, and went out to arrange manpower.

After Ying Wuyou left, a secret door suddenly opened in the room, and a beautiful woman walked out of it.


Chapter completed!