Song Dynasty's Ignorant Prince

Master Jinlun wears a leather hat. He is neither tall nor powerful. He looks ordinary, but his eyes have a look of contempt for the world. His eyebrows and beards are gray, but there are no wrinkles on his face. .

"Oh, it seems that you are the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the Zhao Ji nicknamed the Golden Eagle Emperor, right?" Master Jinlun laughed, "I just didn't expect you to come to die!"

"Haha, that's great, my daughter-in-law can finally rest in peace, thinking that this old man is going to avenge you!

Zhao Ji snorted coldly, "Haha, old man, forget it, your Jurchen lives are life, isn't the life of Liao people not human life? I don't know how many millions of Liao people were killed by your Jurchen, Your hands are full of blood, and you should have gone to hell!

"Ha, how can the lives of the Liao people be compared with our Jurchens? Forget about these useless words, if the old man came back from the sea late, how could you make the people of Song mad? Now the old man will kill you, the dog emperor!

Master Jinlun said a stroke of the long sword, and suddenly a sword qi flew towards Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji snorted coldly, and the flying swords behind him immediately stepped forward to block it, and then dozens of flying swords surrounded Master Jinlun, and started to attack 930 times like swimming fish.

The sword qi collided, and the sword qi was criss-crossing, and the soldiers were cut by fine sword qi powder on their faces. They kept retreating, and they couldn't stand there at all. The general also knew that they could only get in the way here, so he organized the soldiers to retreat, and then retreat.

And Zhao Ji was there, his flying sword flying up and down, to find a place to attack.

Master Jinlun's long sword fluttered in his hand, which not only blocked the attack of the flying swords around, but also found an opportunity to attack Zhao Ji. But that's all, Zhao Ji's more than 100 flying swords are really ferocious, like sharks, so Master Jinlun also needs to cheer up.

Zhao Ji's fingers danced, and those flying swords attacked together, sometimes together, and sometimes individually. Those flying swords seemed to be alive, swaying in the sword energy, although every time Master Jinlun swung the long sword, the sword energy would fly out, but the small sword did not collide with the opponent, and swam to avoid it. Then bite hard

Of course, the small swords sometimes collided fiercely, the sword energy collided, and the hissing sound made people tremble. When there is a strong collision, it will make a loud noise, like dynamite, but the sword energy that can shred the iron armor seems to have no effect on Zhao Ji and Master Jinlun, they only have each other in their eyes!

"Haha, the boy has two more times, but this old man is too lazy to play with you!" said the master of the golden wheel, and stretched out his hand behind his back and took out two golden wheels, just like gears, with sharp teeth on the outside. "This is my weapon of fame. Let you see the greatness of the Golden Wheel Master. When you die, you can tell the King of Hell that you died under the Golden Wheel!"

With a flick of the hand, the two golden wheels suddenly spun, making a whining sound, like a ghost crying.

The soldiers in the distance immediately felt uncomfortable in their hearts, covering their ears one by one. The general quickly ordered the soldiers to retreat, and they dared to stop until they retreated 500 meters away. All of them were pale, and many people vomited... …

That is to say, they retreat quickly, if they delay a little longer, their hearts will be broken by the sound...

"Be careful, protect your heart!" The five envoys reminded.

Grandmaster Jinlun looked at the five envoys and found that she didn't care about her mind-destroying demon sound, so she couldn't help but take a high look, but she didn't take it too seriously. He didn't want to be able to defeat Zhao Ji just by relying on this, and he had to look at other means. .

"Two Dragons Playing Pearls!"

The golden wheel master let out a low voice, and the two golden wheels in his hands flew out, attacking Zhao Ji at the same time. His two golden wheels weighed 20 to 30 kilograms by themselves, and under the infusion of internal force, the force was extremely vicious.

Zhao Ji immediately asked Xiaojian to step forward to block (badc), but Xiaojian was too small to stop him. Seeing the golden wheel flying over, Zhao Ji had to dodge, and this was the first time Zhao Ji had avoided.

In the sound of woo woo, the golden wheels flew over with a bad wind, and then before Zhao Ji stood still, the two golden wheels flew back, which surprised Zhao Ji. Can the opponent's golden wheel be controlled like a flying sword?

After passing the golden wheel again, Zhao Ji saw that the golden wheel master stretched out his hand and took the golden wheel.

In this way, Zhao Ji knew that the other party could not control the golden wheel for a long time, but only used a special technique to control the flying of the golden wheel a little, which was far from his own flying sword technique.

"Okay, try my sword wheel too!

Saying that, Zhao Ji stretched out his hand to draw, and immediately the flying swords formed a circle around Master Jinlun, enclosing him in it, and then countless flying swords spun to form a sword light, almost no shadow of the flying swords could be seen.

"Hmph, some gimmicks are a joke to me!"

Zhao Ji looked at each other and snorted coldly, "If it's a joke, you'll know if you try it! Take it!

Immediately, countless flying swords quickly gathered in the middle, and they were still spinning rapidly. This was Zhao Ji's shark attack at sea.

Because Master Jinlun was surrounded by flying swords, and he had no way to dodge, he showed an extremely solemn expression at this time, and shouted, "Open to me! 39

He waved the golden wheel in his hand, protecting his body, all his power was poured into the golden wheel.

The flying swords revolved around and collided with Master Jinlun's golden wheel, and they collided thousands of times in an instant, but Master Jinlun was indeed the number one master of the Jin Dynasty, he didn't let Zhao Ji know the weakness, and the flying sword couldn't dash into the past. .

Such a strong strangulation was also difficult for Zhao Ji to control. After a few breaths, he had to stop temporarily, and the flying sword scattered.

At this time, I saw the golden wheel master in the middle still standing there, the golden wheel in his hand criss-crossed, and there were nicks everywhere. However, Master Jinlun himself didn't seem to be injured, just from the breath, it can be seen that he is definitely not relaxed, and there is a kind of horror in his eyes!

That's right, for the first time, Master Jinlun felt that he might not be a match for this young man.

On the one hand, from the perspective of internal strength, the opponent's internal strength is thick and long, and it seems to be deeper than his own. It looks like nothing has happened, but only I know how difficult it is to resist.