Wu Fan was stunned. The power of this sword was too unexpected. What was this warm current? Why did the steel knife in his hand become so powerful?

Just as Wu Fan was stunned, the other strong men rushed forward. Wu Fan watched a huge fist coming towards him, and then Wu Fan left the virtual space again.

Wu Fan sat cross-legged according to the "Basics of Qigong" he learned in the virtual space and tried to meditate again. The qi sensation appeared for the first time in the Dantian, which had not responded. An internal force that was exactly the same as when he was fighting just now flowed gently along Wu Fan's meridians. After a round of heaven, Wu Fan felt that his body was so light and a punch was randomly blown out. The whistling fist wind sounded in the quiet Kunning Palace, which was so pleasant to Wu Fan's ears.

"Haha~~~" Wu Fan laughed proudly at the sky. Wu Fan finally had the inner strength, one of the symbols of martial arts masters. Now Wu Fan can call himself a martial arts master proudly.

Wu Fan's laughter alarmed the palace maid and eunuch who was serving outside the house. A palace maid pushed open the door and asked timidly: "Emperor, is the Empress awake?"

Wu Fan then put away his laughter and said to the palace maid proudly: "No, but it's almost done. You are just waiting outside the door. You haven't heard my orders and are not allowed to come in. Did you hear it?"

After ordering the palace maid, Wu Fan excitedly turned around the house twice, sat next to Queen Zhou and whispered: "Empress, I will be successful. As long as I learn the method of borrowing my life, I will definitely save you, my kindness, and all the ministers in the court. By that time, peace will be achieved in the world. If I can enjoy the flowers and play with you, I will definitely succeed. If you wait for me, I will definitely succeed."

After saying that, Wu Fan held the hilt in his right hand, made a few chopping moves out of thin air, and proudly entered the virtual space again.

The new round of battle was completely different from before. Wu Fan rushed into the 100-man team, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and no one could block Wu Fan's punch. Wu Fan knocked them all down in less than five minutes. Besides, Wu Fan was hit by the strong men again except for one punch in the back at the beginning, and completed the 100-man slash without injury.

After Wu Fan defeated the Hundred Man Team, before Wu Fan could be proud, hundreds of strong men appeared in the virtual space again. However, this time, each strong man had an extra steel knife in his hand, rather than just some people holding the knife as Wu Fan imagined.

Wu Fan imitated Bruce Lee to wipe his right thumb under his nose, screamed, and took the initiative to attack for the first time.

Blade light, blood shadow, residual limbs, minced meat.

Wu Fan's chest was filled with blood. This feeling was so good. Is Zhao Zilong the seven-in and seven-out at Changbanpo that year?

When Wu Fan was the only one left on the spot, the Shadowman appeared again. This time, the Shadowman did not summon the strong man again, but stood in front of Wu Fan and said with a smile: "Yes, only pressure can lead to motivation. You have passed the combat training. Let's start the light training below. Given your previous performance, you will not arrange ordinary light training. Just start advanced training."

When Wu Fan heard the words of the Shadowman, a feeling of something bad suddenly arose in his heart. Sure enough, the Shadowman waved his hand and the empty square turned into a room about fifty square meters. The Shadowman's gloomy words sounded: "There are two kinds of light skills, you can practice flashing and moving within a small range first."

As the black shadow man disappeared, a hundred fist-sized hornets appeared out of thin air in the room, with the light of poison needles flashing from their tails, and rushed towards Wu Fan with a buzzing sound.

Wu Fan had only had time to scold, "Nymium." He was pounced on by the bee swarm, and poison needles pierced into Wu Fan's body. Until Wu Fan was thrown back to reality by the virtual space, Wu Fan's body was still twitching.

While Wu Fan was training hard for everyone around him, the news of Li Zicheng leading his troops to surrender has spread throughout China.

In the Qing Dynasty Palace in Shengjing, Liaodong, a handsome and handsome man threw an exquisite wine bottle in his hand to the ground.

"What? Li Zicheng, a bastard, was actually recruited by Chongzhen's soldiers without bloodshed? How is this possible! Li Zicheng was kicked in the head by a donkey? Was he stupid? What conditions did Chongzhen give him? Has he been granted his hereditary throne? This bastard!" The handsome facial features on the man's face had been distorted and deformed, looking ferocious and terrifying. He was obviously so angry that he almost lost his mind by the news.

He lowered his head and lay down. The hair on his head had been shaved off, leaving only a piece of hair the size of a palm on his head, and tied his hair into a long defender.

One of them raised his head and said, "Regent, the news has been confirmed to be true. As for why Li Zicheng suddenly surrendered to Chongzhen, the details of this are still being investigated.

Chongzhen's trick was so beautiful. All the previous information showed that Li Zicheng was likely to break through the capital. After all, it was impossible for Li Jiantai to block the pace of Li Zicheng's attack by relying solely on the 70,000 troops led by Li Jiantai. All the generals in the Ming Dynasty could not arrive at the capital in a short period of time. Some generals even had ulterior motives and did not send troops at all.

But no one could have imagined that Li Zicheng's entry into the capital this time was not to replace Chongzhen, but to surrender to Chongzhen. This fact was too strange and no one could have imagined it."

The Qing Dynasty Regent Dorgon turned around and kicked the seat on his side, shouting angrily: "Order that all our forces in the Ming Dynasty will do their best to find out the truth of this matter. If we don't find out this matter, I will never dare to believe any Han people anymore!"

“Wait.”

Several ministers in front of Dorgon stood up and walked out of the room with their heads down. The sound of Dorgon venting in anger came from the room again, but he didn't know what he kicked away again.

In the city of "South" and "Beijing", in the palace of Prince Wen.

Wang Wen, who has always been stable and humble, was also angry at this time. His hands holding the teacup were shaking constantly, and the tea was spilled with one hand but still didn't notice it. Song Chengyi, a black scholar standing beside him, was whispering to Wang Wen Zhu Youlin about his actions in the capital and Li Zicheng's surrender.

After Song Chengyi finished speaking, Zhu Youlin tried hard to calm the anger in his heart and tried his best to control himself to put the teacup back on the table. However, when he put down the teacup, the bottom of the teacup kept colliding with the tabletop, indicating that Zhu Youlin still could not completely suppress the anger and panic in his heart.

After a long time, Zhu Youlin said in a stern voice: "This cousin who is only two hours older than Gu can play such a trick. It seems that Gu has always underestimated this cousin." Speaking of this, Zhu Youlin sneered: "Haha, Zhu Youjian, you relied on your two hours older than me to snatch the dragon throne from Gu's hand. This time, I thought you had reached a dead end, but I didn't expect you to win again, but Li Zicheng is so easy to control? It's not certain who will win between us."

On the way from Shanhaiguan to Beijing, there is a military camp.

Wu Sangui sat in the tent, playing with a small stone in his hand, looking at the military map in front of him with a sneer on his face, and murmured: "Wonderful, this move is really wonderful. No one would have thought that Li Zicheng had always been the emperor's secret chess, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Li Zicheng suddenly surrendered. It seems that he is so scheming now, and he can hide Li Zicheng's chess game until now. I'm afraid that many people regret not sending the king-supporting soldiers to the capital at this time? Fortunately, I've brought the troops back.

Zuo Liangyu and the others are afraid of sending people to the capital to apologize now, right? Hehe, there are two days left to see the emperor and Li Zicheng who are willing to play double acts. Come on!"

When the personal soldiers outside the tent heard the call, they clearly stepped into the commander's tent: "Master, what are the instructions?"

"Send an order to start tomorrow morning, speed up the march, and be sure to arrive at the capital within two days!" Wu Sangui ordered with great energy.

"promise!"

"Ba~" After the personal soldiers left, Wu Sangui actually crushed the stone he was playing with in his hand...

"Four", "Chuan", "Cheng" and "Du", within the Daxi Palace.

Zhang Xianzhong held his sword and gently tapped the dragon pillar beside him. After a while, he turned his head and said to his subordinates around him: "Li Zicheng probably had another trick. When the Thirteen families opposed the King's Blood Alliance, I could not see through Li Zicheng. At that time, everyone thought that the Ming Dynasty had not yet been exhausted and had to avoid the main force of the Ming army. Only Li Zicheng insisted on a decisive battle with Sun Chuanting.

It was because I did not agree with Li Zicheng's proposal that I led my troops away and turned to attack the Tianfu. Unexpectedly, Li Zicheng actually defeated Sun Chuanting. At that time, I regretted not joining the army with Li Zicheng. Now it seems that it was right that there was no joining the army at that time. Li Zicheng fought a decisive battle with the Ming army just to add a lot of bargaining chips to his surrender to the court."

After pondering for a while, Zhang Xianzhong continued, "But this guy Li Zicheng is born with a rebellious heart. I'm afraid he doesn't have any good intentions to surrender to Chongzhen. I just can't figure out how he is going to act this time.

Such a clever plan should have been made by Li Yan. Unfortunately, Li Yan, a civil and military genius, was unable to use it for me. It was a pity."

One person next to Zhang Xianzhong said, "Father, Li Zicheng surrendered to the court. This is his short-sightedness and lack of practice. Moreover, I concluded that the ministers in the Ming Dynasty would not be able to tolerate Li Zicheng, and there would be some battles between them. At this time, my army was very powerful and general, and I took the opportunity to rest in the country of Tianfu. I will definitely overthrow the Ming Dynasty in the future. Father, you can also rule the world in the future."

Zhang Xianzhong laughed and pointed at the person who spoke and said, "Good words! He is Li Zicheng with Li Yan, I, Zhang Xianzhong, and you, Ainengqi, fight against him. Li Zicheng has Liu Zongmin, and Li Dingguo is by my side.

Song Xiance, how could Niu Jinxing compare to my Sun Kewang and Liu Wenxiu? Since we don’t know what tricks he played for now, let’s wait and see what the outcome of him, Li Zicheng will be!”

The four adopted sons around Zhang Xianzhong clasped their fists together and said to Zhang Xianzhong: "Father Wang Yingming."

Wu Fan had no idea at all. He used his mobile phone to modify Li Zicheng, which made all forces in the world speculate freely, and was inadvertently overestimated by the people of the world...
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