"Did we win?"

"We won..."

"We really won!"

Xiang Caidi was so excited that she picked up Chen Xing who fell into the muddy water and hugged him hard. She felt like she was in a dream. With the power of a group army, she actually conquered a medium-sized principality!

"Easy, be gentle!" Chen Xing was almost wailing. Xiang Caidi's movements were too violent, and the injury on his shoulder was pulled, "My bones are broken..."

"Oops! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you~" Xiang Caidi hurriedly let go of his hand, but Chen Xing lost his support and fell backwards.

"Hey, hey..." Chen Xing looked at Xiang Caidi in pain, but couldn't grasp the corner of her clothes. Just as he was about to cause secondary damage, his back suddenly felt warm, and he fell into a soft embrace.

"Deputy Commander Xiang, your movements are too rough, you will hurt the master!" Jian Yue Canglian's scolding voice sounded behind him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong~" Xiang Caidi hurriedly stepped forward to help Chen Xing.

Chen Xing felt his scalp tingling and quickly stopped, "Don't come over here!"

"Ah!" Xiang Caidi stayed on the spot, her hands froze in mid-air. Only then did Chen Xing realize that the place where she was going to support him was exactly where the scapula was comminutedly fractured. No wonder it aroused his sense of danger.

Xiang Caidi finally realized her rashness, lowered her head in embarrassment, and grabbed the corner of her clothes. Suddenly she seemed to remember something, turned around and ran towards the camp, shouting: "Nancy, Nancy!"

"Come here quickly and help the commander-in-chief with his treatment!"

Chen Xing was lying in Jian Yue Canglian's arms. Only then did he notice that there was still half of the handle of the gun in his hand. The barrel of the gun had completely exploded, so he just subconsciously held it in his hand.

He shook his hand with difficulty and threw away the handle of the gun. The compressed psychic energy shot blessed by the Nine Quantum was so powerful that not only the recoil shattered his shoulder blade, but also the entire Bayonetta was scrapped.

After a while, Xiang Caidi arrived at the scene with Nancy,

"Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay..."

Probably out of impatience, Xiang Caidi pushed Nancy hard. Nancy stumbled forward, her big breasts swaying, and she almost fell on Chen Xing.

"No, sorry..."

Nancy blushed and looked a little embarrassed. Perhaps out of professional habit, she subconsciously pushed her messy hair behind her ears.

It must be said that this action has the feeling of killing people without repaying their lives, and it can capture the hearts of young boys in an instant.

Fortunately, Chen Xing III was a man who had countless women, and he recently ate a large diarrhea fire pill called Lacey, otherwise it would have caused him to lose consciousness for a moment.

His face was as usual and his eyes were steady, as if he didn't notice the other person's gaffe. Nancy gradually relaxed, stretched out her hands, green light appeared in the palms, and gently pressed on the injured area...

While Chen Xing was receiving treatment, on the other side of the battlefield, Dongfang Xuanyuan walked up to Wei Haitang with his head held high.

At this time, Wei Haitang's body was broken, and his energy was as thin as a thread. Blood continuously spilled from the torn part of his arm. His lips were white, his legs and feet were twitching, and he looked like he was about to die from excessive blood loss.

Seeing the miserable state of his old rival, Dongfang Xuanyuan couldn't help but feel a bit sad, and sighed, "Wei Haitang, Wei Haitang, why are you doing this?"

"If you don't do good things to your in-laws, you will have to get such a land."

Wei Haitang raised his eyelids with difficulty. Even in such a miserable situation, he still showed disdain, "Dongfang, old thief Dongfang, you, don't stop pretending to be compassionate."

He wriggled his lips and sprayed out tiny drops of blood. His voice was intermittent, as if he would die at any moment, "Qinghe, Qinghe is just your excuse. You just want to take away my Farrington..."

"Don't, don't be pretentious here, I, I have already lost, kill or behead, it's up to you."

"But, remember, a scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Don't forget, I am still your grandson's grandfather. I broke the bones but still connected the tendons..."

"I won't kill you." Dongfang Xuanyuan shook his head and looked at Chen Xing's position with his hands behind his back. "The person who will kill you is over there."

Wei Haitang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if returning to the light, his spirit bloomed, he raised his upper body with great effort, and said to Dongfang Xuanyuan, "Keep my three sons, and the Mercury Flying Eagle will be passed on to your grandson!"

Dongfang Xuanyuan seemed to have expected it, and said coldly, "Let's save your life first."

Wei Haitang's face changed drastically, and he threw himself at Dongfang Xuanyuan's feet with all his strength, "You, you must help me!"

He was breathing rapidly and clutching his old rival's pants tightly.

Mercury Flying Eagle only recognizes the blood of the Wei family, and does not live in the Holy Land. If he dies before finding a successor, the contract between the Wei family and Mercury Flying Eagle will be automatically terminated.

Dongfang Xuanyuan raised his foot and shook off the other party's hand, and said coldly, "I'm not the one you need to beg for."

He took a few steps back and put some distance between him and Wei Haitang, so as not to arouse suspicion and think they had some private agreement. Didn't he know that the family's royal spirit requires certain conditions to inherit, not to mention the false god Mercury Flying Eagle. But

Grandson Wei Luo is only a few years old now, so it is impossible to inherit. Only Wei Haitang survived until Wei Luo came of age, and Wei Luo was able to advance to the Holy Realm.

The lingering power of Chen Xing's shot just now is still there. No matter in public or private, he cannot protect Haitang. After all, this battle is Chen Xing's home field, and he is just a foreign aid.

Moreover, whether Wei Haitang can survive or not, the outcome does not depend on him.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

After receiving Nancy's treatment, Chen Xing dragged his giant ax down from the high ground. The large iron chain connected to the ax handle was dragged on the ground, rolling and beating, making a metallic friction sound.

The atmosphere at the scene became solemn and solemn. They were not relatives, but real enemies. Either you died or I lived!

Wei Haitang was lying on the ground, one of his arms was broken, blood was flowing freely, and he was dying.

Chen Xing tilted his neck and looked at it several times, confirming that the other party was the leader of the Silver Claw Kingdom who sent people to hunt him everywhere, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Wei Haitang's mouth moved a few times, probably because he was in a complicated mood, but in the end he did not speak.

"I have nothing to say, then goodbye."

Chen Xing held his hands empty and raised his giant axe. He did not have the habit of saying a few words before killing people. He was a pragmatist, and eliminating threats was the key.

Wei Haitang looked at Chen Xing with despair in his eyes. As the leader of the country, he had read countless people and knew the character of people like him. He was decisive in killing and would never be merciful as long as it was related to interests.

"Donor, save someone under the sword!"

Just as Chen Xing was about to strike down with an axe, a loud voice suddenly came from the distance.

Following the sound, a bald monk walked through the air and ran over very fast. He was wearing yellow monk's robes, with a crimson gold silk cassock draped on half of his shoulders, flying in the wind. Judging from the other man's attire,

He should be a senior monk of the New Zen Sect.

The state religion of Silver Claw Principality is New Zen Buddhism.

Chen Xing didn't care who the opponent was. The enemy was right in front of him, so there was no reason to let him go. He saw him holding the giant ax in both hands, shouting deeply, and chopped it down with all his strength.

"Good nephew!"

Chen Xing's shoulders suddenly tightened and he was grabbed by the big hand stretched out from behind, unable to cut down with the giant axe.

"My dear nephew, the New Zen Sect is an Eastern religious religion with deep roots and far-reaching influence. Even if you want to kill this old fox, you should give them some sympathy and listen to what they have to say first."

Chen Xing glanced at Dongfang Xuanyuan and slowly put down the giant axe.

The other party seemed to be persuading, but in fact, he was secretly exerting force to prevent him from making a move. Unless they turned against each other on the spot, the ax would not be able to cut down.

On the one hand, the other party is a foreign aid he invited. As the saying goes, it is not good to give someone any face if you eat someone's mouth and take someone's soft hands.

On the other hand, he fired a shocking shot that injured his body, and Nine Quartet also used it. Even if he wanted to turn against him, he might not be his opponent.

Of course, he still has a trump card that he can use, which is the "Super Overload" that he learned when fighting the big demon that killed him in his previous life. At the cost of consuming his own life force, he can stimulate all his potential and reactivate the Nine Quotes.

However, this will cause huge damage to the body, and it is a skill that can damage the enemy by one thousand and cause eight hundred damage, so he will not use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

Moreover, he is not sure whether this skill is safe or not, and will it shorten his lifespan?

It's not worth it for a defeated general.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

A gust of wind blew by, and the monk came to Chen Xing and performed Buddhist rituals with one hand.

"It is the most true, the most kind and the most beautiful thing for a donor to save someone."

Chen Xing did not speak or return a greeting. Although he was forced to stop, it did not prevent him from expressing his dissatisfaction.

"The poor monk Yuankong has met the donor."

The monk saluted again. This time he put his hands together and bowed ninety degrees, with a very pious attitude.

"My dear nephew, this eminent monk is the abbot of Daying Temple, Master Yuankong, and the 218th generation disciple of Buddhism. He is highly respected by everyone..."

Dongfang Xuanyuan introduced him enthusiastically. Chen Xing nodded in return, which was a favor to Marquis Zilan.

"Yuankong has met fellow Taoist Zilan." Master Yuankong nodded and saluted Dongfang Xuanyuan.

The New Zen Sect is divided into three branches: Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Dongfang Xuanyuan is a disciple of the Taoist sect, and his Taoist name is "Purple Lan". Due to his special status, he is not sorted by the Taoist sect's generation, but according to the Dongfang family's symbol "Zi Rui Gladiolus".

The road number taken.

"We are at war, but you suddenly come out halfway. What do you want to do?" Chen Xing asked straight to the point, with a very rude attitude.

"The donor has a good life..."

Before Master Yuankong could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Chen Xing, "I didn't!"

The latter quickly changed his mind, "Heaven has the virtue of good life, and the earth has the depth to carry things..."

"What do you want to do?" Chen Xing asked word for word. In fact, he knew the other party's purpose very well, but he just felt unhappy and wanted to vent his emotions.

In order to win this battle, he had to sacrifice countless brothers, and he just let his enemies leave in front of his eyes. He couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Master Yuankong looked embarrassed, and looked at Dongfang Xuanyuan for help. The latter's skinny face wrinkled, and he forced a smile, "My dear nephew, Master Yuankong wants to make friends with you."
Chapter completed!