After figuring out the reason for this, Lu Hanjiang hesitated a little.
Although Wu Qiming made it clear that other people besides Shangguan Shaoqin were not important at all, it seemed inappropriate if he killed his son in front of him and then made friends with him in the back.
Kuai Baihu had just returned from the message, and Lu Hanjiang was thinking. He didn't dare to disturb him, so he turned to look at Qianhu Ying Wushang and respectfully asked for instructions: "Sir, the brothers are ready. I don't know when to start.
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Ying Wushang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. The fight between snipe and clam has always been Jinyiwei's specialty, especially since Xuantian Sect, from top to bottom, was on the court's blacklist, they started to take action
There is nothing to worry about.
But if the matter was so simple, there would be no need for Kuai Baihu to ask for instructions. Ying Wushang seemed to have guessed something, and he quickly asked: "How is the situation inside?"
Kuai Baihu replied: "Wen Chenyang can stand up to the Xuantian Sect alone. Calculating our steps, the masters of the Shangguan family will be there in just one stick of incense. When the time comes, we will take action and we will definitely be able to make great achievements in the battle."
Facing masters like Thousand-faced Dharma King and Wen Chenyang, it is obviously uneconomical to ask the Jin Yiwei to sacrifice their lives, so Kuai Baihu's arrangement here is to hide the crossbow and arrow array in the dark.
Once the two sides were in close combat and it was difficult to tell the difference between us, the Jin Yiwei would use arrows to fish in troubled waters, and shooting each one to death would count as no loss anyway.
And according to Kuai Baihu's estimation, when two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. No matter which one of Thousand-faced Dharma King and Wen Chenyang loses and they take advantage of them, it will be a very cost-effective deal.
As for the people of the Shangguan family, let them die if they die. The Jinyiwei are encircling and suppressing the Xuantian Sect, the rebel bandit of the imperial court. It can only be considered bad luck for them to be involved in it.
Finally, Kuai Baihu added: "By the way, that Shangguan young master is young and promising. We didn't go out to find him. This guy secretly followed us. He is worthy of being the young master of the Shangguan family."
Kuai Baihu's smile made Ying Wushang's heart tighten. To Jin Yiwei, the son of a wealthy businessman was not worth mentioning at all, so his death would not be a big deal.
But he couldn't figure out Lu Hanjiang's thoughts now, so he had to wait in agony, because before coming to Dongdu, Wu Qiming had told him that it was best to keep the Shangguan family alive.
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Wu always has to give you face."
When Ying Wushang was extremely nervous, Lu Hanjiang finally relented. He turned around, threw the telescope to him, and strode away, leaving only a faint instruction: "Brothers, you can't come here in vain. I'll see you later."
Let’s meet Shangguan’s friends.”
"Yes, I understand. Sir, please walk slowly."
Ying Wushang was granted amnesty, he breathed a sigh of relief and told Kuai Baihu beside him: "Let everyone slow down, wait until the outcome is determined between the two sides, and then give Xuantian Sect a meeting gift."
"Yes." Kuai Baihu responded and stepped back.
Ying Wushang picked up the telescope and looked at the battle situation in the distance. At this glance, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but murmured: "She is the one coming from Shangguan's house?"
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Surrounded by the Xuantian Sect, Wen Chenyang became increasingly constrained. The Thousand-faced Dharma King's elusive fighting style had already consumed too much of his energy.
Now he has spent most of his internal energy, but he can't even figure out where the opponent's true body is. Even if he wants to capture the thief and the king, the other "Thousand-faced Dharma King" has no intention of engaging in battle.
A group of men in black were frantically consuming his internal energy with wheel fighting. Wen Chenyang had calmed down from his initial anger. He knew that if this continued, he would be in serious danger.
Seeing this, the Thousand-faced Dharma King burst into laughter and said, "Wen Chenyang, I will ask you one last time, will you surrender?"
The Xuantian Sect has great advantages. Wen Chenyang cannot see through his clone method at all, and he will be killed by them sooner or later alone.
Moreover, Thousand-faced Dharma King had already received a message from Gongsun Huan. Beyond this high slope, there was a group of people watching with eager eyes. If his guess was correct, they were the Jin Yiwei men.
In other words, this Wen Chenyang will die if he advances, and he will die if he retreats. There is no way to survive at all. The Thousand-faced Dharma King knows this person's temperament very well, and he is just teasing him by inviting him.
"Pooh!"
Wen Chenyang's body was in a wretched state, but his aura was not weak at all. He said coldly: "Qianmian, why don't we try it and see if you use these tricks to knock me down first, or if I kill these bastards of yours first!
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While shouting angrily, Wen Chenyang shook the four directions with his stick, causing waves of dust ten feet high to flood in all directions. The figures in black clothes flew into the air like hooded robes, and more than ten people each drew out a sword and joined together at one point.
The sword gleams from top to bottom, like a gem that catches the eye.
Wen Chenyang faced him head-on, stabbed the sky with a stick, held the stick in his hand, and pushed it back and forth as if disturbing a pool of water. Dazzling circles of true energy rippled out, like waves suddenly appearing in a mirror lake, which suddenly confused people's eyes.
It is also like a mountain plucked with strings, vibrating and deafening.
More than a dozen men in black were all shaken back, but before Wen Chenyang could take advantage of the victory to pursue him, a cloud of filthy air suddenly exploded behind him, like the Thousand-faced Dharma King growing out of the ground, grinning and palming
Shot him on the back.
"Damn it!"
Wen Chenyang looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura suddenly dropped several levels. He suppressed the churning energy in his body and pushed back the Thousand-faced Dharma King with a backhand stick.
"Haha, Wen Chenyang, you are about to die!"
The King of Thousand Faces laughed incessantly, and immediately swung his body from left to right, and in an instant turned into a ray of residual light, and a fierce palm wrapped in a black glove struck straight at the opponent's front door.
Wen Chenyang gritted his teeth and swung his stick to resist, but behind him, three more swordsmen drew their swords boldly. He was unable to distract himself and could only let out an angry roar of unwillingness.
In the midst of the lightning and stone fire, a beautiful figure flashed, and a sapphire sword in his hand crossed with a blue sword energy, causing the three swordsmen to lay dead on the spot.
"Who?" The Thousand-faced Dharma King frowned, and his palm power suddenly increased by three points, causing Wen Chenyang to vomit blood and retreat. He looked coldly at the woman wearing a veil and bamboo hat, and sneered: "Who are you?
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wen Chenyang couldn't stop vomiting blood, and suddenly ran into a warm embrace. The woman's soft and boneless jade palm gently held his shoulder, and a wisp of
The fragrance entered his nose, making him feel at a loss as to what to do.
"Sister-in-law, why is it you..."
This woman's name is Le Zhili, but people in the world usually call her in another way - Mrs. Shangguan. She is the wife of Shangguan Shaoqin, the head of the Shangguan family, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Brother Wen, please stop talking and take this quickly."
Le Zhili put two pills into Wen Chenyang's mouth, and then asked him to meditate and recuperate, then stood up and pointed his sword at the Thousand-faced Dharma King.
"The Xuantian Sect is so brave, do you think my Shangguan family is easy to bully!" Le Zhili scolded, at the same time, countless figures flashed around, all of them were martial arts masters trained by the Shangguan family.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King looked around and secretly thought of a pity. He sneered and cupped his hands: "It turns out that Madam Shangguan is in front of you. I am disrespectful. Since Madam has spoken, I will give you a face today...withdraw."
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After the words fell, the Thousand-faced Dharma King and the swordsmen in black turned around and left without any hesitation.
Ying Wushang, who was in the distance, saw this scene and immediately said: "Let's do it."
"Reporting to your lord, do you want to stay a little longer?" Somewhat unexpectedly, Kuai Baihu actually made such a suggestion.
Ying Wushang cast a puzzled look and heard Kuai Baihu whisper: "I'm worried because I'm too close, I might accidentally hurt the 'friends' of the Shangguan family."
Ying Wushang frowned. At this distance, if it were a crossbow arrow, he could completely control it without causing any accidental damage. He was confident in Jin Yiwei's ability, but since Kuai Baihu said this, could it be...
Suddenly, Ying Wushang seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed and his eyes were fixed on Kuai Baihu, who nodded slightly towards him.
"So that's it. Kuai Baihu's concerns are valid, so just wait." Ying should follow Shan Ruliu without any regrets.
A moment later, the people of the Shangguan family on the high slope had not completely relaxed their vigilance. They heard a burst of explosions that shook the world and came from a few feet away. Suddenly, these people were struck by lightning and they all froze on the spot.
What followed was a terrifying wave of air, which made them defenseless. They were all thrown to the ground, looking really embarrassed.