Deng Jue, a native of Nanyang, when Xiao Zhan led his army to attack Western Shu, Nanyang garrison Deng Kui refused to surrender, burned Nanyang and burned himself to the top of the city. All 120,000 soldiers and civilians in Nanyang were buried in the sea of ​​fire. The Deng family in Nanyang was almost dead, and only Deng Kui's clan brother Deng Jue was studying abroad and survived.

So Deng Jue abandoned his literature and followed the martial arts, went to Jiuhua Mountain in the Great Qi Dynasty, and worshipped Yan Ziyou, the leader of Jiuhua Mountain, as his teacher. He learned the "Seven Secrets of the Year and the Cold", understood the heavenly beings, formed golden elixirs, and became a famous master on the martial arts rating list in one fell swoop.

The thirty-six martial arts reviewers in the contemporary world, Deng Jue ranked 17th, and once beat Lingnan Badao Villa with one shot, his mysterious skills had reached the realm of transformation.

Five years ago, the prince Xiao Xuan had not traveled for five years and nine thousand miles. Deng Jue went to Liangzhou to assassinate General Xiao Zhan, but was smashed by Chen Xuanba, which became a joke in the world. Deng Jue's reputation was greatly damaged.

However, Chen Xuanba is not only an unparalleled general who fought in the Ten Kingdoms, but also a master on the martial arts list. He is an existence that can even kill gods when they come. How many people in the whole world can withstand Chen Xuanba's hit?

"Please give me advice!" Lao Gao slowly stood up and made a gesture of asking.

The four countries fought chaotic wars, Xiao Zhan destroyed the four countries, destroyed more than a hundred cities, and killed more than one million enemies, but he never killed innocent people indiscriminately. He had a clear conscience, so why can't he stand up?

Deng Jue took a step forward, and the next step was to Lao Gao's body. The silver spear in his hand stabbed out like a frost silver snake. The snake trusted the snake and spitted, and the cold light splashed.

Gun name, frost!

Lao Gao gently exhaled a breath of heat, as if he had spit out decades of confinement. A powerful aura burst out. Lao Gao waved his sleeves and two whirlwinds swept out from his long sleeves.

One stroke of writing about the Spring and Autumn Period, one stroke of drawing the country, and half a lifetime of displaced for 30 years, you ask me what I have - a clean and honest man!

"The first form, frost cold!"

The silver spear stabbed two whirlwinds, and a bitter cold air burst out. The two whirlwinds turned into two spiral ice. Deng Jue shook his hands, and the ice turned into ice chips and drifted away.

"The second style, the wind!"

Deng Jue's silver spear escaped and turned into a sharp white cold light. The silver long light broke through the air, and the air was frozen, forming a white tail.

The turbid world is surging, and the world is rolling, and I am still clean and honest!

Lao Gao waved his hand again, and he was still calm and Deng Jue's spear was ejected back.

"The third form, snow return!"

Deng Jue held the spear and followed the next move of the Seven-Miscellaneous Spear Technique. This move formed a huge vortex with the silver spear as the center, and the snow in a radius of hundreds of feet was instantly swept away.

Lao Gao stood in the wind, as if the whole world was drunk, but I was alone awake, my sleeves remained calm. After the sleeves were pushed out, the light and shadow flashed, and Lao Gao carried the prince Xiao Xuan out.

...

"The sixth style, Han Yu!"

Deng Juexing used the first six styles of the Seven-Secret Gunsmanship like a flowing water. When the sixth style was taken, the whole world seemed to have turned into an ice domain, with snow, wind and frost frozen rapidly, and countless frost blades fell.

Just as Deng Jue's seven-minded gun was attacked in the sixth style, twelve fish hooks shot at the prince Xiao Xuan who was lying in the snow.

At the same time, Nangong Yue also moved, and she rushed towards the infamous prince.

Lao Gao blinked his sleeves for the sixth time. His sleeves rolled like a dragon, breaking through the cold icy wind and frost. Several ice blades sputtered and flew towards the fish hook and fishing line, like several flying knives coming out. The ice blade cut off ten of the fishing line, and two fish hooks fell on Xiao Xuan the moment before Nangong Yue waved his sword.

Two fish hooks were deeply embedded in Xiao Xuan's body and dragged His Royal Highness to fly quickly to the middle of the river.

A fisherman can not only fish in the country, but also in the world.

While Li Chunfeng took action, all the masters of the martial arts rivers and lakes on the banks of the Wei River took action together, all of them surrounding Lao Gao. With Deng Jue, the seventeenth in the world, nearly thirty martial arts were besieged together. Even if Chen Xuanba came in person, he would probably be in a hurry, and Lao Gao was already unable to take care of himself.

Xiao Xuan was pulled by two small silk threads and flew anxiously, like a kite with a thread. His destiny and life and death were in the hands of others.

At the same time, there are white clothes storms over the river, swaying in the waves, and graceful and graceful.

Xiao Xuan was dragged to the small boat in the middle of the river by silk thread, and Nangong Yue also landed on the bow of the boat, pointing at the sword as slender as willow leaves at the river and mountain fisherman Li Chunfeng.

"Little girl, aren't you going to kill him?" Li Chunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the uninvited guest.

"Trump!" Nangong Yue's face was like frost, and she only said two words. I just don't know whether these two words were talking about the slutty prince in Liangzhou, or Li Chunfeng who took advantage of others' danger, or that both of them were garbage.

"It's quite trash."

The Xiao Xuan, who had already fainted, suddenly rose up, and two sharp blades came out together, a beam knife stabbed Li Chunfeng in the chest, and another short knife slashed Li Chunfeng's arm holding the fishing rod.

Li Chunfeng's expression remained unchanged. He sideways avoided the fierce and fierce beam knife, and waved the fishing rod to resist Xiao Xuan's short knife.

laugh!

A clear sound came out, and Li Chunfeng's right arm holding the rod suddenly separated from his body, and was cut off by an extremely sharp short blade.

This sharp blade was held on Xiao Xuan's mouth!

Bang!

Li Chunfeng snorted in pain and slapped Xiao Xuan with his left hand. Xiao Xuan sprayed a mouthful of blood mist in the air, flew backwards dozens of meters and fell into the water.

Nangong Yue, who rushed over quickly, reached out to grab Xiao Xuan, but hesitated for a while and plunged into the water, chasing Xiao Xuan, who was not sure whether he was dead or alive.

When Lao Gao forced several masters to retreat with his clean sleeves, he looked at the Wei River. There was only a small boat floating on the river, and there was no trace of a person.

...

"Mom, I miss you very much..."

"Xiao Zhan, so many people want to kill you, are you afraid?"

"Old Gao, the girl in Xishui Town has such big breasts and butts..."

Bang!

The prince, who was still whispering in his sleep, was punched firmly in the head, and then the whole world became quiet.

“Cold… so cold…”

Not long after, Xiao Xuan, who was lying in the snow, began to tremble, and his face and nails turned blue.

"Are you poisoned?" Nangong Yuetie looked at this guy who seemed a fool but was actually very scheming. He kept pretending to be dead in order to attack Li Chunfeng, and even willing to be absorbed by Li Chunfeng's two fish hooks.

"Only when you die, I can be free..." Nangong Yue's eyes flashed, she drew the sword several times, then withdrew the sword, but she couldn't stab it in the end.

"Bastard, you should die for yourself." Nangong Yue flashed, stepped on the snow without a trace, and no trace of people left.

Not long after, he returned in white clothes, grabbed Xiao Xuan's foot, and dragged Xiao Xuan into a cave several hundred meters away.

"So cold...so cold..."

Xiao Xuan lay on a pile of dead grass and shivered, his face and fingers turning from blue to black.

Bang!

Poor Xiao Xuan was knocked unconscious again, and was then held in the arms of the woman. One of her fingers was held in Xiao Xuan's mouth. Xiao Xuan greedily sucked Nangong Yue's fingers like a baby drinking milk.

Dogs!

When Nangong Yue pulled out her fingers from Xiao Xuan's mouth in anger, her fingers became pale due to excessive blood loss, and there was a row of neat tooth marks on her fingers...

After sucking a little Nangong Yue's blood, Xiao Xuan's face calmed down a lot and he fell asleep.
Chapter completed!