The First Cause of All Realms

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The rapid airflow hit his face, and the dust-stained green clothes were lifted. The short hair that was not very long was wet with sweat, and strands of strands were attached to the delicate face.

But she didn't dare to stop at all, and the thunderous sound of horse hoofs slapped her like a whip soaked in water, causing her to keep throwing the whip.

The dragon horse hissed low, the red sweat kept flowing, and the mouth was full of foam, almost running away.

"The county master..."

At a certain moment, she seemed to feel something, and couldn't help but look up, feeling the will of the essence coming, and a great despair flashed in her heart.

Such a will as strong as the substance, at least above the master level, right?

For such a maid, those people actually dispatched such a master? !

"The princess!"

The green-clothed girl was desperate, and her strength was out of control.

Finally, the dragon horse let out a cry of grief, folded its four hooves, and slammed down, throwing its master to the ground.

"Ah Huang!"

The green-clothed girl had grief in her eyes, but she didn't have time to comfort her beloved horse. She felt the sound of the horse's hooves approaching. She bit the life-burning pill in her mouth and ran to the city where the outline of the official road was faintly visible.

She is not afraid of death, but she cannot die here. .

"Sorry~"

The dragon horse neighed, and several black-clothed swordsmen reined in their horses from a distance. Several of them seemed to have been greatly frightened and fell off the horse.

"Who?!"

The expressions of several black-clothed swordsmen changed drastically.

Zheng~

The person in front of him is even more like an enemy, with a horizontal knife in his hand, looking into the distance, his expression is horrified, and his hair explodes.

Just a moment ago, he felt an overwhelming willpower coming. In just a split second, several dragons and horses lost control, and he himself was even more black.

"Captain?"

The few black-clothed swordsmen also noticed something, and they drew their swords one after another, with their backs as the center, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"This is, Qianli Locking Soul?!"

The captain of the school trembled, even if the person who was chasing was not far away, he seemed to have lost the courage to pursue.

His martial arts is far higher than the few people behind him, and he knows what it means.

But how is this possible? !

How can it be? !

For a while, he was horrified beyond words, only felt his heartbeat beating like a drum, he didn't dare to chase, and he didn't dare to retreat.

"Um?!"

The green-clothed girl held a knife in her hand, and while she was running, she was already ready for a deadly battle, however, not long after, she had noticed something strange.

Looking back, I saw that beyond the distance, all the chasing soldiers stopped for some reason, and they all seemed to be facing a great enemy, as if they felt something extremely frightening.

"Could it be?"

As soon as she thought about it, she felt a shock in her heart, surprised and happy.

Boo!

At this moment, she heard a long cry, He Yu Yunxiao!

"Red-eyed white crane! Is it really him?!"

Looking at the white crane that fluttered its wings, the green-clothed girl was pleasantly surprised, while the black-clothed swordsmen outside the distance felt chills, like falling into an ice cave.

"Decapitation knife, Yang Prison!"

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

With the spread of major events, the name of the decapitation knife has long been not limited to Qingzhou, and the two states of Yunbai and even Longyuan Dao are also famous.

This red-eyed white crane also became known to everyone.

The white crane in front of him swooped down, and Long Yuanwei became more and more alert, and the palms of the first few people were wet.

Huhu~

The strong wind howled, blowing the grass and ashes along the road.

The black robe covers the body, but the facial features are not visible. It was Yang Prison who came to the living dead through the evil seal. Looking at the group of people in front of the forest, he frowned slightly.

He had seen that girl in green twice, she was Yu Fengxian's maid, and those swordsmen in black were obviously Long Yuanwei.

Under what circumstances would the people of Long Yuanwei dare to hunt down the maid of the princess?

only……

"Your Mightiness……"

Seeing that it was the one they imagined, the members of Long Yuanwei were relieved.

Yang Yu ignored him and looked at the maid in green:

"What happened?"

'Guru Ma? ’

Seemingly aware of something, the green-clothed girl relaxed her guard and said with a bitter expression:

"Zhang Lingfeng went into trouble, imprisoned the old lady, and wanted to be the king... I couldn't stop the lady, the lady left me and asked me to remain anonymous, but, but..."

Did Longyuan Dao take the heir?

Yang Yu's heart was clear. In fact, he was not surprised. Not only him, but anyone with discernment in Long Yuandao could expect this result, but...

"My lord, have you passed away?"

The girl in green shook her head.

"no?"

Yang Yu's heart trembled slightly.

After the death of the father, the uncle and the nephew competed for the throne. This is not uncommon in the Ming Dynasty and even in the families of the princes of all dynasties, but the old father dared to launch it before he died.

Everyone thought that Zhang Lingfeng would not attack until after the death of the old prince.

But he didn't expect that he would dare to take the risk of the world, and the following will be the next one, prisoner mother, prisoner nephew, Ling father...

This is when the kings of the Zhang clan are dead?

Or is there something else behind it?

While thinking about it in his heart, Yang Yu looked at the swordsman Long Yuanwei who was in a dilemma between the inside and the outside. It was naturally impossible to be a great master who could be sent to hunt down a maid.

In fact, this captain was even worse than the Thursdays he saw back then, not to mention himself, the living dead were enough to crush and kill with one hand.

"In Halong Yuanwei, Huozi Camp Xu Yiting, who is your Excellency?"

Feeling the icy and biting gaze, the captain felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't expect that the black-clothed servant who had been mentioned in this information had such a cold and powerful aura.

"I'm waiting for the order of King Longyuan to capture this beast. If your Excellency wants to intervene, you need to consider the consequences!"

A black-clothed swordsman spoke in a deep voice. Before he could finish his sentence, Xu Yizhi slapped him to the ground. His heart was beating like a drum, and his forehead was sweating:

"My subordinates don't understand the rules, don't blame your Excellency..."

Xu Yingling wanted to turn around and kill that bastard's subordinate. Isn't this forcing others to do it?

If they were planted by themselves and others, even if the palace was furious and sent troops to encircle and suppress them, would they still be able to come back to life?

"Longyuan King, Longyuanwei, really big names."

Yang Yu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't say much, just waved his hand:

"Everyone, please?"

To go, or not to go?

Xu Yiting was short of breath, and the palm holding the handle of the knife was loose and tight, but still sighed, leading the dragon and horse to Heishan City.

The aura of the person in front of him was cold and tyrannical, but if that was the case, he was not without the strength to fight, but looking at the strong bow on his back and the white crane hovering at a low altitude, he still gave up the fight to the death.

The archer plus the birds, there is no way to avoid it under the master, there is no escape...

...

...

"King Longyuan..."

In the room, Yang Yu was silent in his heart as he looked at the earth **** tablet that turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the old man's body.

There are ten veins and nine paths in Daming. The nine princes control nearly 60% of Daming's elite troops and guard the frontier for the imperial court. They are extremely powerful. For three thousand years from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many emperors are not as powerful as their power.

Especially in today's era of declining central government, its strength is even more terrifying.

Among the ten directions of Xu Wenji's governance, the number one is to control the kings. In fact, the kings are more powerful than the aristocratic families and martial arts.

Therefore, when it comes to the struggle for succession, he is as strong as Wei Zhengxian, but he can only go far away from the border and cannot retreat.

This is the case for the great master who holds a heavy army, how can other people be exceptions?

"call!"

In the heavy breathing, the old man slowly opened his eyes, feeling relieved from exhaustion:

"Success!"

"Success."

Yang Yu smiled, but his heart sank. At this time, he would rather not succeed.

The land god, as the name suggests, is not a **** at all, but a land. In other words, there is no regret in making a move. Once there is a choice, there is no room for repentance.

"You get to know yourself first."

Concentrating his mind, Yang Prison walked out of the house.

Not long after, the red-eyed white crane descended into the city, and the expressionless Yang prison and the faces of several black-clothed swordsmen were all pale.

"Everyone..."

Yang Yu pulled a chair from the tea shop and sat on the long street, looking at a few Long Yuanwei swordsmen:

"Let's talk?"

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...

Huhu~

At noon, the warm river wind blew across the bow deck, blowing the red robe's long hair. On the deck, Yu Fengxian stood with a knife, looking forward with cold eyes.

In the distance, there is the city of Dao with the gates closed, and in front of it are luxurious battleships.

On the battleship, the king's palace guest Qing stood side by side with strong and shrewd breath, surrounded by the fat middle-aged man who seemed to be unable to see with his eyes.

"You shouldn't have come back..."

Looking at the phoenix-eyed niece on the deck, Zhang Lingfeng sighed slightly.

"Where's grandma?"

Yu Fengxian was expressionless.

"Of course she is in the mansion with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha, as usual."

Zhang Lingfeng shook his head slightly:

"They don't care about the friendship between father and son, but your second uncle and me, but you won't do anything that is angry and resentful..."

"ridiculous!"

Ling Lie's astral energy was steaming, and Yu Fengxian was angry: "Zhang Lingfeng, your prisoner mother and Ling father, aren't you angry enough?!"

"The father kills the son, the mother poisons the son, those who are for the parents are not benevolent, and those who are for the children are naturally unrighteous!"

Zhang Lingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice echoing on the river:

"Fengxian, let's go! Second Uncle doesn't want to fight with you."

"Zhang Lingfeng, your hypocritical appearance really resembles the **** in the palace. It's hypocritical and disgusting!"

Yu Fengxian's eyes were cold and her words were like knives.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingfeng laughed wildly, his laughter broke, hoarse:

"It looks like a eunuch, okay, okay!"

Violence and grief flashed in his eyes, but he finally suppressed it:

"Fengxian, do you know why I have endured for more than ten years, but why I can't bear it anymore?"

Yu Fengxian clenched her long sword tightly and looked around. There were many figures on the battleship, including the guest ministers, instructors, and guards who had watched her grow up.

"In the more than ten years of being imprisoned, I have been thinking about why I can't get into the eyes of the old man, but I always have a trace of expectation in my heart.

The eldest died young, the third became a monk, Long Fu was incompetent, what happened, it was my turn. "

Zhang Lingfeng muttered to himself, his face gloomy and uncertain:

"But I didn't expect that they would rather recruit a sidekick as their son-in-law, and risk the family business being taken away by outsiders, and they have to restrain me!"

"Why?!!"

Boom!

It seemed like a thunderbolt flashed on a sunny day.

Looking up again, Zhang Lingfeng's eyes couldn't contain the violence, he stared at Yu Fengxian, his voice was hoarse and cold:

"Fengxian, I'm going to ask you one more question in the uncle and nephew, you never follow?!"

In the deep and cold breath, Yu Fengxian spoke up: "Zhang Lingfeng! Do you know why Grandpa never looked down on you from beginning to end?"

Zhang Lingfeng didn't say a word~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but his expression changed.

"Grandpa once said when he passed on my Qinglong Yanyue Saber, you are smart, but you are not pure. When you are strong, you are weak, and when you are weak, you are strong. If you are king, Longyuan Dao will be destroyed in one fell swoop!"

"The weak eat the strong, and the competition of things is natural selection. This is the way of heaven."

Zhang Lingfeng looked indifferent:

"At this moment, the battleships all over the river, inside and outside the city, are all in my hands. What should you do? What should you do? What can you do?"

Huhu~

The sound waves reverberated on the surface of the river, on many battleships, swords and swords like forests, and there was no lack of imposing people, and even, there was an aura that made her heart throb.

"Grandpa taught me..."

Yu Fengxian pinched the handle with five fingers, and slowly slashed the knife with a calm expression.

"Rather Stick to your guns!"