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"Did we win?"

"we won……"

"We really won!"

Xiang Caidie was so excited that she pulled up Chen Xing who had fallen into the mud and hugged him hard. She felt like she was dreaming. With the power of a group army, she actually laid down a medium-sized principality!

"Light, light!" Chen Xing was almost wailing. Xiang Caidie moved too violently and pulled her shoulders to the wound, "I have a broken bone..."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you~" Xiang Caidie hurriedly released her hand, but Chen Xing lost support and fell backward.

"Hey, hello..." Chen Xing looked at Xiang Caidie in pain, but couldn't grasp the corner of her clothes. Seeing that he was about to cause a second injury, his back suddenly became warm, and he fell into a gentle embrace.

"Deputy Commander Xiang, your actions are too rude, this will hurt the master!" Yue Canglian's reprimanding voice sounded behind her.

"Sorry, sorry, I was wrong~" Xiang Caidie hurriedly stepped forward to help Chen Xing.

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

"Ah!" Xiang Caidie stayed in place, her hands froze in the air. Only then did Chen Xing discover that the position she was going to support was the place where the scapula comminuted fracture, no wonder it would arouse his sense of danger.

Xiang Caidie finally realized her recklessness. She lowered her head in embarrassment and grabbed the corner of her clothes. Suddenly, as if she was thinking of something, she turned her head and ran towards the camp, yelling, "Nancy, Nancy!"

"Come here, help the commander-in-chief to heal!"

Chen Xing lay leaning against Jianyue Canglian's arms, only then did he notice that there was half of the gun handle in his hand. The barrel of the gun had completely burst, but it was just subconsciously grasped in his hand.

He shook his hand hard and threw the handle of the gun away. The compression psychic shooting blessed by the ninet was too powerful, not only the recoil smashed the shoulder blades, but even the entire hunting angel was scrapped.

After a while, Xiang Caidie rushed to the scene with Nancy.

"Hurry up!"

"Good, good..."

Probably impatient, Xiang Caidie pushed Nancy hard. Nancy staggered forward, staggering a pair of big breasts, and almost fell on Chen Xing.

"No, sorry..."

Nancy flushed and looked a little cramped, probably out of professional habit, subconsciously pulling her messy hair behind her ears.

I have to say that this action has a feeling of killing but not paying for one's life, and it can capture the hearts of young boys in an instant.

Fortunately, Chen Xing III is a man and has read countless women. Recently, he ate the Daxie Fireball named Laixi, otherwise it would cause a moment of loss of consciousness.

He looked as usual and his eyes were steady, as if he hadn't noticed the other party's gaffe. Nancy gradually relaxed, stretched out her hands, green light appeared in her palms, and gently pressed against the injured area...

While Chen Xing was receiving treatment, at the other end of the battlefield, Dongfang Xuanyuan swaggered and walked in front of Wei Haitang.

At this time, Wei Haitang's body was broken, and he felt like a gossamer. Blood kept spilling from the torn part of the arm. His lips were white, his legs and feet twitched, and he was about to lose his blood.

Seeing the tragic situation of his old opponent, Dongfang Xuanyuan couldn't help feeling a little bit sad, and sighed, "Wei Haitang, Wei Haitang, why are you doing this?"

"If you don't do it well, you have to get such a field."

Wei Haitang raised his eyelids with difficulty, even though he was so miserable, he still showed disdain, "Dongfang, Dongfang thief, you, you don't want cats and mice, fake mercy..."

He squirmed his lips, spouting small blood foam, his voice was intermittent, as if he would lose his breath at any time, "Qinghe, Qinghe is just your excuse, you are just trying to take me Farrington..."

"Don't, don't be hypocritical here, I, I have already lost, I want to kill or smash, whatever you want."

"But, but remember, you can kill and don't humiliate!"

"Don't forget, I'm still your grandfather's grandfather, broken bones and muscles..."

"I won't kill you." Dongfang Xuanyuan shook his head, backed his hands, and looked at where Chen Xing was, "Kill you, there."

Wei Haitang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if returning to the light, blooming, struggling to lift his upper body, and said to Dongfang Xuanyuan, "Keep my three sons, and Mercury Flying Eagle will pass it on to your grandson!"

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

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

He breathed quickly, and firmly grasped the trousers of his old opponent.

The Mercury Flying Eagle only recognizes the blood of the Wei family, and is not a sanctuary. If he dies before he finds his successor, the contract between the Wei clan and Mercury Flying Eagle will be automatically cancelled.

Dongfang Xuanyuan raised his foot and shook off the opponent's hand, and said coldly, "The person you need to ask for is not me."

He stepped back and distanced himself from Wei Haitang so as not to arouse people's suspicion, thinking that they had any private agreement. He didn't know that the family Yuling needed certain conditions to inherit, let alone the false **** Mercury Flying Eagle. But now his grandson Weiluo is only a few years old, it is impossible to inherit. Only Wei Haitang lived to reach Wei Luo's adulthood, and Wei Luo could advance to the sanctuary.

With that shot by Chen Xing just now, Yu Wei was still there. Whether in public or private, he can't protect Haitang. After all, this battle is Chen Xing's home court, he is just a foreign aid.

Moreover, whether Wei Haitang can survive, the result does not lie with him.

"Wow, wow..."

After receiving Nancy's treatment, Chen Xing dragged a huge axe down from the high ground. The large iron chain attached to the handle of the axe dragged on the ground, turning and jumping, making a metal rubbing sound.

The atmosphere on the scene became solemn and solemn. They are not relatives, but real enemies. Either you die or I live!

Wei Haitang was lying on the ground, one arm was broken, blood was flowing, and he was dying.

Chen Xing tilted his neck and looked at him repeatedly, confirming that the other party was the Silver Claw Lord who sent people to hunt him everywhere, and asked, "Anything else to say?"

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

"Nothing to say, then goodbye."

Chen Xing emptied his hands and raised the giant axe. He doesn't have the habit of saying a few words before killing. He is a pragmatist. Eliminating threats is the key.

Wei Haitang looked at Chen Xing with despair in his eyes. As the leader of the country, he has read countless people, knows the character of the other person, and is decisive. As long as he is related to his interests, he will never be merciless.

"Donor, keep someone under the knife!"

Chen Xing was about to slash down with an axe when a loud voice suddenly came from a distance.

Following the prestige, a bald monk walked in the air, rushing at extremely fast speed. Wearing a yellow monk's robes and a crimson gold silk robe on one half of his shoulders, he hunted and danced in the wind. Judging from the other party's attire, he should be a senior monk of the new Zen Buddhism.

The state religion of the Silver Claw Principality is the new Zen Buddhism.

Chen Xing is right

Who is Fang, the enemy is right in front of him, there is no reason to let it go. I saw him holding the giant axe in both hands, screaming, and struggling to cut it down.

"Good nephew!"

Chen Xing's shoulders suddenly tightened, and he was grasped by the big hand stretching out behind him, and the giant axe could not be cut off.

"My nephew, the new Zen Buddhism is Oriental Theology. It has deep roots and far-reaching influence. Even if you want to kill this old fox, you will leave them a bit of a face. Let them say something first."

Chen Xing glanced at Dongfang Xuanyuan and slowly lowered his great axe.

The other party seemed to persuade, but in fact secretly used his force to prevent him from starting. Unless they turn their faces on the spot, this axe can't go down.

On the one hand, the other party is the foreign aid he invited. As the saying goes, it's not good to give a little bit of face because of the proverbial saying.

On the other hand, he fired a shocking shot, injured his body, and used the ninet, even if he turned his face, he might not be the opponent's opponent.

Of course, he still has a hole card that he can use, and he realized the "super-power overload" when he was fighting against the great demon who killed him in the previous life. At the cost of consuming his own life force, he stimulated all his potential and reactivated the ninet.

But this will cause huge damage to the body, it is a skill that hurts the enemy one thousand and eight hundred, so he will not use it lightly if it is not a last resort.

And he is not sure whether this skill is safe or not, will it compromise his life?

It's not worth it for a defeated man.

"Amitabha, good and good."

A gust of wind blew, and the monk came to Chen Xing and performed the Buddha's salute with one hand.

"It is the most true, the most kind, and the most beautiful act to keep people under the sword."

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

"Poor monk Yuankong, I have seen the donor."

The monk saluted again. This time, he folded his hands and bowed for ninety degrees, and his attitude was very pious.

"My nephew, this monk is the presiding officer of the Daying Temple, Master Yuankong, the 218th disciple of Buddhism, high morality and high reputation..."

Dongfang Xuanyuan introduced enthusiastically. Chen Xing nodded in return, which was regarded as a face to the Marquis of Zilan.

"Yuankong has seen fellow Zilan Daoist." Grandmaster Yuankong nodded and saluted Dongfang Xuanyuan.

There are three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in the new Zen Buddhism. Dongfang Xuanyuan is a child of Taoism, and the Taoist name is "Zilan". Because of his special status, he did not rank according to the character of the Daomen, but according to the name of the "Purple Gladiolus", the symbol of the Eastern family.

"We are at war, but you suddenly came out halfway. What are you trying to do?" Chen Xing asked straightforwardly, with a very rude attitude.

"The donor has the virtue of living well..."

Before Master Yuankong finished speaking, Chen Xing roughly interrupted him, "I don't have one!"

The latter quickly changed his words, "God has the virtue of being good, and the earth is thick..."

"You--want--what--what?" Chen Xing asked word by word. In fact, he was very clear about the other party's purpose, but he was upset and wanted to vent his emotions.

In order to win this battle, he didn't know how many brothers he died, so he just let the enemy leave, and he couldn't get past this hurdle in his heart.

Master Yuankong was embarrassed and looked at Dongfang Xuanyuan for help. The latter wrinkled his skinny face and barely forced a smile. "Nephew, Master Yuankong wants to make friends with you."

"Make friends?" Chen Xing stretched his face. "Is it time to make friends?"