Mythological Native Species

Yang Xiaoyun didn't mean to find out, confront or question Emperor Jiazheng at all.

This is the last 'legacy' of his greed for the Daqing Dynasty. At this time, even if he is thick-skinned, what qualifications do he have to ask for the reason?

If you don't do it again and again, kill it cleanly.

The distance between the person and the bed is about ten feet. Yang Xiaoyun's palm can span a distance of more than ten feet. The strong palm force penetrates the soft silk quilt and is printed into it. It can be seen that his internal strength is strong and has already reached the peak.

But the result was a little surprising.

He heard a dull explosion, and the whole room seemed to tremble.

The human figure whose silk was squirming under it collapsed directly.

With the frost on his face, Yang Xiaoyun waved his palm across the air and swept away the silk.

But I saw that on the bed, close to the bed board, was a leather-like object of unknown material that was close to the color of human skin. This thing seems to be still leaking air, and it twitches occasionally, as if to laugh at Yang Xiaoyun's stupidity.

"It's more cautious!" Yang Xiaoyun didn't panic.

As the leader of the martial arts alliance that dominates the world, he does not say that he is invincible in the world, but there are only a handful of masters who can match him. Except for those senior masters who have already buried most of their bodies in the ground, who are almost in their prime years, and who have similar methods to him, the only ones who have played against him many years ago are now the "Great Master" among the Tartars.

Therefore, Yang Xiaoyun has nothing to fear.

As for the recent rise in fame, Yang Xiaoyun didn't take it seriously.

"A fool who can only pretend to be a ghost!" This was Yang Xiaoyun's evaluation of Feng Linye. Daqing is already a rotten ship that is silent at any time, and it is still pushing up at this time. What is it if it is not a fool?

Breaking through the door, Yang Xiaoyun's eyes were wandering, and he was weighing whether to retreat for the time being tonight, or not to do it again and again, and just start killing.

Anyway, the so-called 'Xinggong' is not very big, and it doesn't take much effort and time to kill from the beginning to the end.

"Open the bow without turning back the arrow, kill!" Yang Xiaoyun's two thick eyebrows trembled slightly, without wrinkling, so he made such a decision.

At this moment, a large net fell from the sky, covering Yang Xiaoyun.

At the same time, a sharp sword cut through the sky and stabbed Yang Xiaoyun.

Yang Xiaoyun flexed his fingers into claws, pulled it hard, pulled it into wire with fine iron, then wrapped it into an iron rope, and finally woven the iron net into a net, but under Yang Xiaoyun's sharp claws, it was like paper paste and easily damaged.

Yang Xiaoyun slapped the long sword flying in the air.

Although Feng Linwen's smart alloy sword simulates a flying sword, it is not a real flying sword after all. The sword is more than 20 feet away from the body, and Feng Linwen's innate qi can no longer interfere with the long sword.

To briefly describe it, it is more than the range of two meters around the body. What could have been a skill with a magical attack turned into a simple physical attack, and its lethality was sharply reduced.

That's why I said that the flying sword skills that Feng Linxen disguised were just appearances.

It may have miraculous effects against ordinary people, even ordinary people in the arena. But to deal with a top expert like Yang Xiaoyun, it would be a bit too powerful.

Sensing that Feijian was attacking, the force contained in it was unusual, and Yang Xiaoyun said in his heart that it was true.

"It's just some ghost tricks and other means, but under the guise of the Sword Immortal, it's hard to make a difference." Yang Xiaoyun thought to himself.

However, even though I don't like it, this flying sword is not only flexible and difficult to handle, but also extremely sharp and extremely hard. Yang Xiaoyun also didn't dare to use his flesh and blood to make a forcible attack. He could only use the palm of his hand to smash into the air. If he continued to deal with it like this, there would inevitably be a risk of insufficient internal strength.

Yang Xiaoyun knew that with this wine sword immortal in the dark, no matter how difficult his trip tonight was, he sneered, slapped the flying sword away, stepped on the treetops to cut through the night sky, and walked away.

When Yang Xiaoyun left, Feng Linwen walked out from the dark with the trembling Emperor Jiazheng who was still scared.

"National teacher! Why didn't you keep him?" Emperor Jiazheng stabilized his emotions, and then asked with trembling white lips. When he said this, he made no secret of his murderous intent. Although it looks like a puppet under the control of Feng Linye and Yang Xiaoyun, it looks like a lamb. But once...he was also a real emperor who held life and death to seize power.

Feng Linwen squinted at Emperor Jiazheng, and expressed complete contempt for the lack of a beep in this fellow's heart.

"Yang Xiaoyun is just a maggot on the tarsal bones, and the Tartars are the dragons crossing the river. If you kill Yang Xiaoyun, who will be able to defend your Majesty against the Tartar cavalry?" Feng Linwen asked rudely...it could even be said is sarcastic.

Although Yang Xiaoyun seems to be a loyal traitor, he is still capable.

The Tartars are good at riding and shooting, they come and go like the wind, and they cannot fight against them in the wilderness.

Yang Xiaoyun kept building the city walls of Gaoyang City, and built secret passages extending in all directions.

With the height of the city wall, it can resist the bows and horses of the Tartars, and with the shortness and danger of the secret road, it is used to secretly transport all the materials needed in the city. Even if some secret passages are known to the Tatars, as long as they dismount and lose the opportunity to open a long-distance battle, the Tatars who break into the secret passages are far from a large number of people in the rivers and lakes who have been ambushing in the secret passages. opponent.

The entire Yangcheng is like a microcosm of Yang Xiaoyun's own personality.

On the surface, it is a majestic, majestic, masculine, and iron-clad figure. With its constantly mottled city walls, it resists waves of attacks from the Tartars who are not afraid of death.

In the dark, it is dark, small, tortuous, extending in all directions, all the secret roads of the Internet. Secretly doing dark operations such as assassination, passing information, and transporting materials.

He has been united with a city.

Killing Yang Xiaoyun might still require some means for Feng Linmen, who has a hundred years of innate qi, but it is not that difficult.

However, as far as Feng Lin's interests are concerned, killing Yang Xiaoyun will do all the harm but nothing.

What does Feng Linye want?

Trust value...and collect civilization information.

To promote the authenticity of the character 'Jiujianxian' requires a relatively stable organization. If Yangcheng loses Yang Xiaoyun's seat, then Yangcheng will be broken, and it will be imminent. This also means that all the hard work before Feng Linye was wasted.

And to collect civilization information, Yang Xiaoyun's appeal is even more needed.

With him, the leader of the martial arts alliance, more than half of the martial arts practitioners from all over the world have gathered in Yangcheng. For Feng Linxen, this is simply a great treasure trove.

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If Yang Xiaoyun dies, then the tree will fall and the hozen will scatter.

The city is about to be broken, and most of the people in the arena, even if they have a passion, I am afraid that they will also focus on self-preservation. Once they are scattered all over the rivers and lakes, Feng Linhen wants to collect a lot of civilization information, but it is not that simple. .

So, no matter from any point of view, Yang Xiaoyun can't die yet.

Just like what Feng Linxen planned at the beginning, the three-legged confrontation...the balance of the triangle is the most stable.

It is also in his best interest.

Emperor Jiazheng listened to Feng Linwen's 'explanation', but in desperation, he could only sigh for a while, feeling extremely aggrieved. He was not persuaded by Feng Linwen, but because he was powerless, and he could not help Feng Linwen.

Yang Xiaoyun's threat was like a stick in his throat, and he was not happy if he didn't get rid of it.

But at this moment, he had to rely on him. As an emperor who was accustomed to 'doing what he wanted', Emperor Jiazheng was filled with depression that was beyond words.

Looking at Emperor Jiazheng walking away, the contempt in Feng Linwen's eyes was even greater.

Emperor... Haha! An emperor who thinks that he can do whatever he wants with the help of his ancestors, who is a one-man country, basically has no good end.

Standing on the pinnacle of rights, but unable to see the truth of rights. How sad...!

Feng Linxun retracted his gaze and clenched his fist.

"So what I pursue will never be power, but real power. Only by assigning all the glory and brilliance to myself. Can I truly be self-willed!"

"Gathering together and balancing all parties seems to be able to unite the scattered forces into one, and obtain huge resources and benefits. But it is like a sand castle built on the beach, as long as a slight wind and waves will blow everything away, It's gone..."