Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

King Ruyang looked at the people around him.

His eyes were fierce.

These people are full of aura, and they are obviously top-notch masters with martial arts skills. However, if they can organize such an assassination for themselves, if they are not top-notch masters, coming here is obviously no different from committing suicide. .

While thinking about King Ruyang, he kept shouting.

But the person on the other side had no intention of letting him go.

At the same time, there is no martial ethics.

Instead of coming up one by one, they came up in a swarm.

He quickly rushed towards King Ruyang.

King Ruyang held the dagger in his hand, turned around, ran away, and rushed back to the tent.

But his lightness skills were obviously not as good as those behind him.

He was quickly caught up.

A sharp long sword pierced his back, apparently intending to stab him straight through.

Ruyang Wanghun felt a chill all over his body.

He moved his body, waved his dagger, and resisted.

But the moment the dagger and the sword came into contact with each other, King Ruyang knew that he was no match. The tiger's mouth in his hand trembled and cracked, and blood flowed out as if for free.

But he still endured the severe pain.

He continued to wave his dagger to block the long sword.

At the same time, he pulled out the long sword that had been hanging on the wall of the tent.

But just as he pulled out the sword, the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roared from above. A palm broke through the shackles at the top of the tent and quickly hit the head of King Ruyang. The palm seemed to be like a hammer. Likewise, King Ruyang was nailed directly into the depths of the soil.

King Ruyang was shocked and rolled around on the ground, trying to escape the bombardment of this palm. But what he didn't expect was that the palm came so fast that he couldn't dodge it. In an instant, he heard the sound of bones cracking, half of his arm was severely twisted, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Pailing Cloud Palm!"

The expression on King Ruyang's face became extremely ugly.

As King Ruyang, who together with Zhao Min formulated the plan to invade the Central Plains from the sect, he was well aware of the moves of each sect in the world.

Therefore, the famous Kunlun Pai Yun Zhang was recognized at a glance.

But deep down I felt a little weird.

Cloud Dispelling Palm is Kunlun's secret that has never been passed down. It can be practiced to the highest level.

It can move mountains and seas, and discharge it towards the clouds in the sky. The air flow is constantly circulating, and it can also push the clouds floating in the sky.

It is enough to prove how powerful this row of cloud palms is.

Although this thing is powerful, it is also extremely difficult to practice. It requires high internal strength and true energy: "According to the information, even within the entire Kunlun, there are only a few people who can practice the Cloud Pailing Palm to great perfection. Just a few people.

Without exception, they were all white-haired old men. However, the man in front of them was a strong middle-aged man.

Where did this guy come from? "King Ruyang had such doubts deep in his heart, but soon, a new problem appeared in front of him. That is, if the martial arts masters he raised did not show up, he would die today. Here it is.

Covering his arms.

King Ruyang staggered back.

"Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate me?" He shouted, trying to delay some more time, but the other party obviously did not want to give him a chance to escape and ascend to heaven. The middle-aged man with a cold face shook his palm. , as the true energy circulated, dust and soil flew everywhere, and the palm of his hand quickly grew larger in the eyes of King Ruyang.

"damn it!"

"puff!"

Unexpectedly, some magical soldiers descended from the sky to help King Ruyang block this fatal blow.

But, unfortunately, that didn't happen.

The palm of his hand collided closely with King Ruyang's head.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood cracking.

King Ruyang flew out uncontrollably.

Like a falling meteor, it fell to the ground, leaving a long trace. Blood and soil splashed down until the entire tent was carried along, and the tent cloth was crumpled into a ball and rolled down. Motionless in the distance.

"It's done!"

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone is in disbelief.

This happened.

The famous King Ruyang actually died like this!

This is King Ruyang, the soul of the Mongols.

The real controller of the Mongolian royal court.

It was also a serious concern of the Song Dynasty.

Countless people in the Song Dynasty wanted to kill him in their dreams.

Actually, he died just like that!

"No, we need to confirm again!"

The two or three assassins looked at each other.

He walked over quickly, preparing to drag the body out of the tent.

Blood flowed out from the gaps in the fabric.

However, the force of that palm just now was too great.

For a while there was no way to separate the people from the tent.

"No need to try! Although my cloud-dispelling palm is not as powerful as the elders in the sect, there is no way even the elders can take this palm. He is dead."

"Take away his belt. Without the King of Ruyang, the Mongols will no longer go south, and Xiangyang will no longer be in danger."

"Whoosh!"

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air in the distance.

Then came the sound of fireworks.

Everyone in the tent immediately stopped hesitating.

The sound of this signal means that the people blocking the Mongolian masters in front will soon be unable to withstand it.

"withdraw!"

Everyone left the tent without looking back.

Only a lifeless body was left lying in the tent.

Everything was obviously carefully planned.

When the Mongolian master rushed into the tent.

The people responsible for the assassination have disappeared without a trace.

"Your Majesty!"

The tall, thin man knelt in front of the corpse.

With tears streaming down his face, he hugged King Ruyang and started to cry loudly. As he cried, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped his head. It seemed that he was preparing to be buried.

But at this moment, a hand held him.

He is an old man with full earlobes.

The old man's earlobes drooped down like a Bodhisattva's.

His face was full of kindness, but he was very thin. His eyes were bright, as if there was electricity flowing through them, and his temples were bulging high. He stood there like a cedar tree.

"stop!"

"Old man, what are you doing? Let go quickly, I'm going to chase the prince.

Your Majesty, you have been kind to me. Also, saved my life several times.

I can never let the prince go on the road alone like this, I have to accompany him. "

When the old man heard this, he slapped his face directly with his palm.

The man was caught off guard and was slapped straight away.

The sand table not far away was smashed.

The ground is covered with yellow sand.

"Who told you that the prince is dead?"

"What did you say!"

The man got up from the ground with blood on his mouth.

"Ha! Ignorance!" The old man didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and then opened the tent on his own. Facing the door, a group of Mongolian soldiers approaching slowly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty!"

This old man's status is obviously very high.

The group of Mongolian soldiers was immediately shocked.

But then when he heard the words from the old man's mouth, the expression on his face became even more frightened.

They looked at each other, and finally set their sights on a soldier in the team.

This soldier looked to be in his twenties or thirties. His skin was dark and his palms were covered with calluses, the marks left by the wind, sun and bow and arrow shooting.

He looked around.

Shaked his head.

He raised his legs and walked towards the old man.

"How did you find me?"

"Your Majesty, I have watched you grow up since childhood. Although we have not seen each other for many years, and although Your Majesty has deliberately changed his walking posture and living habits, there is one thing that cannot be changed. That is the distance between steps."

He nodded slightly.

He entered the tent.

Looking at the mess inside.

He shook his head angrily and said, "These Song people are really making people laugh. Do you think you can stop the Mongolian army from going south by killing me? If you don't look for the reasons from yourself, you will think about these sneaky things all day long. If their court worked hard, how could they become so corrupt? But I didn't expect that they would send so many masters to kill me with such thorough planning. Hehehe, in this case, then I took advantage of this and immediately announced to the royal court that I had been assassinated, and then asked the royal court to send a capable Mongolian prince to take charge of the overall situation. "

The old man was suddenly startled when he heard this.

Then, he said: "Your Majesty, you are preparing."

"If you know it, don't say it. Except for you two, everyone else should be silent."

"It's the prince!"

King Ruyang walked to the corpse on the ground.

Looking at the body still bleeding out.

King Ruyang shook his head gently and said: "Brother, I have told you many times. The title of King Ruyang is not as good as I imagined, but I still thank you, otherwise I would be the one lying here today. Don’t worry, brother will definitely avenge you. Have a good journey.”

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"King Ruyang is dead?"

"Yeah, I don't know where the news came from. It has spread all over the city. The Mongolian camp has been hung with black cloth, and at the same time, the sound of bells and drums wailing continues. I heard that the Mongols have sent another capable soldier. The Mongolian prince came to coordinate the Mongolian camp and prepare to withdraw to the Mongolian grassland. "

"How did you die?"

"How do I know how I died? But just die.

I heard that King Ruyang is a very difficult character and he knows our Central Plains culture very well! When he was still alive, he was so ambitious that he led the Mongolian army to attack the Xiangyang defense line several times. Now that he is dead, the Mongols no longer have the talent to be a general. "

"I do know how King Ruyang died."

"How did you die?"

"He was assassinated by Governor Guo's men."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the tavern pricked up their ears.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. My good friend is Zhang Lin from the Kunlun Sect. When I had a drink with him yesterday, he told me that masters from the Kunlun Sect, Guo Taishou, Shaolin, and Wudang... many sects launched an attack on King Ruyang. Under the leadership of Governor Guo, he successfully killed the tiger in King Ruyang's tent, destroyed the Mongolian sand table and map, and found many people who had secretly colluded with the Mongolians. Evidence of traitor. This time, the Mongols not only lost a Ruyang king, but also lost the basis for attacking the Xiangyang defense line. We are completely safe here."

"Guo Taishou is really a hero. He dared to assassinate with only a group of martial artists."

"Guo Taishou's martial arts are already one of the most powerful. It seems that this time, the position of the world's number one martial arts conference, the position of the martial arts leader is already set to be Guo Taishou."

"What are you talking about? When he passed him, he had an official position, how could he participate? In my opinion, the position of the world's number one martial arts leader is still unknown!"

When Wu Gong learned that King Ruyang was assassinated, he was also stunned.

Guo Jing, they succeeded?

King Ruyang died just like that?

Wu Gong didn't believe it.

Although he had never met this King Ruyang.

But the confrontation between the two had been no less than three or four times.

For this extremely cunning Mongolian.

Wu Gong was always full of fear in his heart.

Even Wu Gong had thought about going there and killing him.

But he was afraid of falling into his trap, so he didn't act rashly.

But now.

Someone told him that King Ruyang had been assassinated.

This is really hard to imagine.

Did he always overestimate this opponent before?

Wu Gong had deep doubts about this.

However, when he saw the blood-stained waist badge.

He also believed it in his heart.

This waist badge seal is equivalent to a person's ID card.

The communication technology of this era was very underdeveloped.

Although I don't understand why they didn't cut off King Ruyang's head and bring it back, it is obvious that the seal waist badge can also play the role of proving identity.

If all this is true.

Then Wu Gong can breathe a sigh of relief.

Not everyone can become the commander-in-chief of the three armies.

The Mongolians are very powerful, which is temporarily unquestionable.

But without a good commander.

Then no matter how powerful the Mongolians are, they are just hunters on horseback.

King Ruyang is obviously a powerful commander.

But others may not be.

"Wu Lang!" Li Mochou's voice came from the inner room, and then she saw Li Mochou, who was a little thinner, walking out of the inner room.

She felt as if she was afraid that a beloved toy had disappeared.

She didn't relax completely until she saw Wu Gong was outside the room.

"Out of confinement?"

Wu Gong put down the military newspaper in his hand, "How is it? How do you feel?"

Li Mochou hugged Wu Gong, "This life-and-death crisis has successfully allowed me to take another step forward on the road of kendo, so that I can better protect Wu Lang." (End of this chapter)