"The original spring is mellow, rushing and Xu Ying. It is smooth and smooth, turbid and Xu Qing..." The wordless scripture is worthy of being the source of martial arts for all ages. Its magical meaning is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Yang Zhao breathes and breathes according to the heart method of healing taught by Nine Thousand Years, which is more effective than taking any magic medicine. The injuries caused by the Divine Fire Path and Yin-Yang Thunder Hand have recovered 60% or 70% in just a few breaths. It is absolutely more than enough to deal with a Tang Wencheng's words. He stepped forward to the last enemy, moving his head and neck, and pinched his finger joints with his hands, making light "crackling" sounds. His mind was calm, but his murderous aura increased.

In an instant, Tang Wencheng felt an invisible pressure coming from all directions and trapping him firmly inside. Even breathing seemed to be extremely difficult. He knew that he had been locked by the other party's aura, and his skills and fighting spirit were very different. If he insisted, there would be two ways to go besides following the footsteps of other fellow disciples to meet King Yama? The so-called older people are, the more afraid of death, and they should be allowed to be true. Tang Wencheng was in a hurry, let alone Tang Shisan, even Tang Erliu would ignore them. He shouted anxiously: "Don't kill me, I'm useful!"

After all, Tang Zhurong and Tang Lei were both masters in the Tang Sect. The two of them fought desperately together to attack. Although Yang Zhao could defeat him, it was not easy to win. At that time, if Tang Wencheng had intervened in the attack, the chance of turning defeat into victory was not great, but if all defeats were to be injured, it would be very likely that everyone would go to the Naihe Bridge to drink Mengpo soup. But Tang Wencheng watched the two fellow disciples being blown away, but he refused to move. From then on, Yang Zhao could see that this old guy was a corrupt who cherished his life and was afraid of death, and he could not help but be scared. At this moment, he heard him suddenly begging for mercy, and stopped five steps away and asked coldly: "What's the use of you?"

It’s easy to talk to yourself. Tang Wencheng felt relieved and said hurriedly: “Don’t you want to know where the snow factory’s troops have been? As long as you agree not to kill me, I can tell you.”

The old guy really had a sharp look and said it to the point. Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, thinking that the other party could not cause any major threat anyway, so it didn't matter whether he spared his life. He immediately said, "Okay. But you have to slap your martial arts and you will not be allowed to play for the Tang Sect again."

Tang Wencheng smiled bitterly. I thought I was so old, if I had lost my martial arts skills, how many years would I live? Isn’t this forcing me to commit suicide slowly? But then I thought, even if I committed suicide slowly, it would be better than death on the spot? As for leaving the Tang Sect... bullshit! Do I dare to go back after being so big absent? Fortunately, I knew from decades ago that this day would happen sooner or later, so I secretly purchased a big house in Yangzhou to prepare for retirement. Even if I lost my martial arts skills, I should be able to spend the last few years peacefully, right?

He sighed and nodded, "Well, it's up to the prince. The prince asked where the snow factory was before, and it must have appeared Tang Shuangqian had already appeared, right? However, although the prince's whereabouts were found by him, our operation was divided into two groups. Tang Zhurong was very happy with the medal and volunteered to lead our Fenghuo Liantian's brothers to deal with the prince. Hehe, but he didn't expect that asking for me will turn into a death sentence, and I don't know if he regrets it. As for the snow factory, it was going to deal with Yuwen Shu and Dugu Feng."

"The snow factory is going to deal with General Manager Yuwen and Dugu Cavalry?" Yang Zhao frowned and said, "How is this possible? They are not alone like Yang to survey the terrain. How could your snow factory be able to get through the protection of the army to deal with them?"

Tang Wencheng smiled bitterly and said, "This 'bag-seeking' operation was planned by Tang Shisan. Tang Shisan was highly respected by Yang Xiu, almost one person and above ten thousand people. Therefore, in addition to the Tang Sect's soldiers, he has the right to command and mobilize all the troops under Yang Xiu. As early as three days ago, he led our Fenghuo Liantian and Snow Factory into Nanzheng City, and showed the tiger talisman to take over the command of the soldiers in the city. Today, when you come out of Micang Mountain, you will open the city gate and lead all the troops of Nanzheng out of the city to fight the Sui army to the death. The Snow Factory uses Tang Shuang as a total of fifteen people, and takes advantage of the chaos to fight against Yuwen Shu and Dugu Feng. What is the chance of success... Hehe, Prince, think about it yourself."

Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "No. Even if you have the chance to kill Yuwen Chief Manager and Dugu Cavalry, it will be a life-threatening death and is very dangerous. If you are lucky, Tang Shuang may be spared, but everyone else will definitely be buried in the chaos. How could Tang Shisan make such a stupid plan?"

Tang Wencheng sneered, "Prince, you are still... Hehe, since ancient times, all of them have said that Ci has not controlled the army. As long as it is not his own life, no matter how many deaths others die, what's the point? Tang Shisan doesn't care about us, the old team of the Tang sect, and just thinks that we are chess pieces that we can abandon at any time. Maybe, he wishes that the more we die, the better. What's more, if you sacrifice a few more lives, you can take away the heads of Yuwen Shu and Dugu Feng. No matter how you calculate this deal, you will definitely make a big profit. If Tang Shuang dares to resist his life, or if he doesn't work hard, he will have two wives and three children, so he will be truly alive."

"So that's it. What a cruel Tang Shisan..." Yang Zhao murmured and sighed, and finally confirmed that he had a certain place that would never be as good as the heroes like Tang Shisan. That was the rude man who treated human life as a mustard, and could give up the sacrifice at will without hesitation and without any worries. He shook his head, thought intently, and asked Tang Wencheng again: "Then why didn't Yang Xiu take charge of himself, but handed over everything to Tang Shisan?"

Tang Wencheng said with a bitter face: "What are the problems Yang Xiu and Tang Shisan are both making? I have a low status, so how can I know? However... Yang Xiu doesn't seem to be in Chengdu now, and he doesn't even seem to be in Shu."

"Not in Shu..." Yang Zhao thought about something, but after a moment, he finally gave up and shook his head, saying, "Okay. I already know everything I want to know. You should spend your skills."

Tang Wencheng looked depressed, but he knew there was no room for bargaining. At that moment, he could only bargain and sit cross-legged, lift his energy and start to rush back to the meridians. In an instant, his facial features were twisted, his expression seemed extremely painful, and his joints of his body could not make a light crackling sound like a burning firecracker. Threads of purple-black poisonous smoke gushed out from the seven orifices. The poisonous true qi that he had practiced throughout his life dissipated bit by bit. Tang said, "I have lost my body."

Wen Cheng's head, which was only slightly gray, suddenly faded away all the blacks with the naked eye, but a thick and blood-like red appeared on his face. Then the red turned white, and then turned from white to red. This happened three times in succession. His whole body twitched violently, opened his mouth and squirted the blood arrows into a gust of the cavity. The blood fell to the ground, and immediately made a "simmer" sound, corroding the solid rocks into a big pit. The poison can be imagined.

The blood was spit out, and the crackling sound of Tang Wencheng's bones stopped. He opened his eyes and gasped with fatigue. The wrinkles on his face were as if he had been aged for more than ten years in a few minutes just now. He whispered: "Prince, I have dissipated 90% of my skills. The remaining five points of my ability still have to stay and rely on it to survive the last few years. Please forgive me."

They were hostile to each other just now, so they didn't feel much. Now the other party has dispersed their skills. Seeing an old man who is old enough to be his grandfather begs to him so humbly, Yang Zhao felt a little disgusted. He shook his head and reached out to put his hand on Tang Wencheng's shoulder. The pure and mellow kingly true energy of the Xuanjian of the Yijing was then input into the other party's body, which not only helped him to cultivate his essence and consolidate his foundation, but also slightly relieved the pain caused by dispersing his skills. Although his martial arts cannot be restored, he can at least act as usual and not to be served like an ordinary old man. Tang Wencheng was shocked at first, but then he was not grateful. He whispered: "...Thank you, Prince."

Yang Zhao hummed lowly, stopped sending out true energy, and said, "Get a good sleep." His fingers then brushed over several of his key acupoints. This is exactly what it means that no one hurts the tiger's heart, and a tiger is harmful to others. Even if he decides to spare his life, the people in the Tang sect are all cunning and treacherous. If he is not careful in every situation, he will not be able to die even if he has more than a few dozen lives. The guide who did not understand martial arts was still able to kill people just now. Although Tang Wencheng begged for mercy and took the initiative to disperse his skills, he should not be careless and neglected.

Tang Wencheng fell down and fell asleep. Yang Zhao no longer cared about him. He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, lifted up his true energy, and let out a long roar. The roar was like a dragon roar, which immediately caused the mountain to shake. Before the sound fell, a fierce roar of beasts came from a distance. A dark shadow followed through the clouds and flew towards him quickly. It was the demon dragon, the Black King. In order not to cause unnecessary commotion, Yang Zhao usually released the Black King and let it move freely. However, before coming out today, because he had a premonition that there might be places to use it, he specifically reminded the demon dragon to hide among the clouds and wait for it. Now... he said that it was lucky or unfortunate, in short, he really needed its help.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Overlord had already flew to the top of Tianguling Mountain, and hovered with his wings, and roared at the master. Yang Zhao jumped onto its back and sat down, and said in a singular voice: "Old Hei, please. Go back as fast as possible."

Another roar, the demon dragon turned around and flew rapidly towards Nanzheng City. The empty mountain was silent. Apart from the corpses and blood everywhere, it seemed that everything had never been born.

——As usual, you need to collect and vote for the dividing line—

The Dark Fifth Heaven of Ice and Fire in "The Legend of Wang Fenglei" is about to appear. What is the residual shadow martial arts?
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