The sound of knocking "Bang, Bang, Bang~" continued. In front of the gate of the "Manqingyuan" in the sharp-edged cave in Luoyang City, seven or eight workers waved their tools and were carrying out dismantling projects. The wooden platform that was temporarily built before, as well as the three wooden piles, were all put down one by one. As for the knife, sword, and claw that were nailed to death on the wooden pile with iron nails, Yang Su did not make any request to release the person, and Yang Zhao was too lazy to continue wasting rice to raise them, regardless of whether it was for both the enemy and us.

All the words had completely lost their value, so they were sentenced to the public by Zhang Xutuo, the governor of Luozhou, and they were killed and executed separately. For the three kings who had been exposed to the scorching sun for seven days and seven nights and suffered from torture and were worse than death, this was not only pain, but also a kind of liberation that could not be obtained. Therefore, when the executioner waved the ghost-headed sword, the expressions on the faces of the three kings were all relieved.

The people who were almost the same as the Three Kings, also the leader of the Luoyang Gang Shangguan Long. Since the three plague gods were nailed to wooden stakes and stood up, the business of Manqingyuan had plummeted, and from the crowded every night, it became deserted. The heavy losses really made Shangguan Long cry without tears. Now the three plague gods have finally been sent away. Seeing that they could continue to make gold again from tomorrow, he was so happy that he wanted to set off firecrackers. Seeing the little prince walking down from the carriage, Shangguan Long changed his listless depressed appearance, strode forward and bowed his fists, and said, "Shangguan Long welcomes His Highness." However, regardless of his words and deeds, he exuded a radiant spirit from the inside out.

Yang Zhao naturally knew why Shangguan Long was like this. He couldn't help but feel funny. He thought that he was a leader of Luoyang, and the nail placed in the Central Plains by the Uighur Daming Sect. He valued mere yellow and white things so much, which was really a disgrace to him. However, even though he thought so secretly, there was no clue on the surface. The little prince reached out and asked with a smile: "Master Shangguan Gang, don't be so polite. Where are the people I'm waiting for? Have you all come?"

Shangguan Long bowed slightly and said, "Miss Danmei sent someone to spread the message before midnight tonight, the person the prince is going to wait for will definitely arrive."

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Then let's go in and sit in first." Shangguan Long led the way, and three guards including Ouyang Si, Alu Wu, Xiao Liu followed closely behind, and entered the Manqing Courtyard with great enthusiasm. This gold cave covers a large area, and is divided into many relatively independent Sihe Courtyards. One of them is called Lengxiang Pavilion. It is located in the deepest part of the Manqing Courtyard. It is very clean and has a very elegant layout. It is suitable for the little prince to meet secretly here with the people in the Demon Sect, and will not be disturbed.

Everyone entered the pavilion and sat down. Shangguan Long slapped his palms three times, and the servants and maids in the courtyard immediately delivered wine and food, and there were singing and dancing. To be fair, the wine and food were indeed exquisite, and the singing and dancing were also wonderful. However, after only twelve hours, it was the appointment of Jingnian Zen Temple. Whether you could ask Yin Gui Sect to help, you should only be able to accumulate energy and not be distracted. Therefore, after three rounds of wine, the little prince raised his hand and pressed it quietly, and said with a smile: "I have enough wine, and I am not interested in watching the singing and dancing. Shangguan Gang Master, I think there are many affairs in your gang, but you don't have to waste time with me, a idle person. Please do it now."

Yang Zhao clearly wanted to be cleansed, and Shangguan Long didn't want to make people sick, so he immediately retreated. The little prince sat alone for a while, but suddenly felt bored. So he pushed the table and stood up, waved his hand, signaling Ouyang Si, Alu Wu, Xiao Liu and others not to follow, and walked out alone and walked into the courtyard outside the pavilion.

The so-called "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold". Since the pavilion is named "cold fragrance", plum trees are naturally planted inside, which is a place for guests to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms in winter. It is still July, so there is no ice and snow, and there is no plum blossom in full bloom, leaving only a dense plum forest. However, the plum branches are ancient and clumsy, and their shapes are vigorous and sharp, but they are quite impressive. Yang Zhao walked around and enjoyed it casually for a long time. His interest was almost over, so he wanted to go back and have a cup of hot tea to moisten his throat. Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and a warning sign arose.

He looked back and looked up at each other. But he saw that there was a black shadow on the wall at the edge of the Sihe courtyard. From when there was a dark shadow. The evening breeze blew, the clouds and the moon appeared, and the cold silver light shone in the sky, reflecting everything in the courtyard almost appeared. However, the black shadow seemed to be covered with a thin layer of darkness. No matter how bright the moonlight was, he always had a scattered shadow, making people unable to see the true face of Mount Lu. Suddenly, it seemed that it was not like a living person at all, but like a ghost.

There are many strange people in the world, but at this moment, they will appear in Lengxiang Pavilion, and carry such strange and evil spirits between movement and stillness. Who else can besides the Yingui Sect? Yang Zhao smiled slightly and said with his hands behind his back: "Is it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Friends are very lucky to be here for the visit. But I want to ask my friend for his name Gao. I don't know what it has to do with Queen Yin?"

The black shadow whispered, but bowed his waist and pulled out a black-handed giant sword from his back. His wrists shook quickly to form a ring. At first glance, under the moon, it was very pleasing to the eye. Suddenly, he swung his sword left and right, and more than a dozen dazzling sword rings of large and small flew out one after another. They either straight or slanted, cutting, or truncated, and each rushed towards the little prince in a different flight trajectory. It was indescribable that his moves were strange. After the ring energy and power were separated from the sword body, it could last forever. Just this skill was already qualified to squeeze into the top masters in the world, and even compared with the golden body of Monk Shanzai, it was not inferior at all.

The man was invisible in the darkness from beginning to end and did not show up. But he showed his ability to gather Qi into a ring. With Yang Zhao's memory of the "original history", he immediately knew that he would be "Demon Hidden" in front of him. This guy is despicable and shameless, and he deserves his name. Moreover, he clearly invited Zhu Yuyan, the leader of the Yingui Sect, tonight to discuss major events. Now, not only did Yin come, but Mo Yin arrive first, but his actions are full of murderous aura, as if he has a deep hatred with the little prince, but it is really strange. But what is the reason?

I am too lazy to pursue it. Anyway, my etiquette has been exhausted. If you don’t drink it, you have to drink and punish it, then no one will blame me. Now I have one hand on my back and only use my left palm to deal with it. The "Immortal Rain" of the four symbols is used, sometimes picking and sometimes pushing, sometimes popping and sometimes twisting, and it is neither very fast nor very slow. It is just a trick of the word soft and clever in martial arts. No matter how complex and changeable the flying trajectory of the sword qi that is chopped out, it is always hit by the edge with a palm just right, and then it flies out uncontrollably and automatically shatters and dissipates.

This sword ring was created by Bian Bush and his six years of retreat after practicing the secret of the Heavenly Demons at the fifteenth level. It is called the Demon Heart Chain. The qi of the sword is hit through the sword, and the size is from the heart, and it is a wonderful and profound skill. Even after looking at the Yin Hou, he praised it a lot. Bian Bush and "Fat Jia" An Long are deeply alike. He created this magic skill, which was originally intended to be used to deal with the leader of the Tianlian Sect. Unexpectedly, this Demon Heart Chain was used for the first time in actual combat today, but this Demon Heart Chain was not as powerful as he imagined, and was easily broken by the little prince when he raised his hand.

"Mo Yin" was narrow-minded and immediately hated the young man in front of him. He screamed loudly and jumped into the sky, shaking his wrist and slashed out more flying rings. In an instant, the air Qi roared and flew around, making people dazzled and unable to deal with it. In the chaos, Wushu took the opportunity to flash and swept to Yang Zhao's head. The black giant sword was high and slashed rapidly on his head. Yang Zhao was still calm, raising his palm to meet him. No matter how hard he was, his true energy was rushing, seven or eight sword rings came into being, quickly as lightning, and he hugged it down. Not only did he put the little prince's arm into it, but he also put his neck in. Huan Qi was invisible and quarrel like a knife, which was enough to cut gold and jade. "Mo Yin" smiled strangely, and controlled Huan Qi to shrink inward, so that the little prince would move his head on the spot, and his body was different.

When a master fights, life and death are often determined only by a moment. If a son is wrong, he will often fall into a trap. If the enemy trapped under the sword is Li Yuan, Yuwen Shu or Yang Su, then this "piercing force" is enough to determine the victory or defeat and determine life and death. However, today, Yang Zhao's cultivation in martial arts has long surpassed the leaders of the three major clans of the dynasty, and his depth is far beyond the measurement of the "Demon Impression".

As the sword ring was added to the neck, the little prince's face darkened, and then shouted and pushed his Yijing Xuanjian to the peak. The seven or eight extremely sharp sword qi were rushed by the powerful kingly qi of his Xuanmen's authentic Xuanmen, and they were shocked and completely shattered. The blazing red light then surged, and the red unicorn with its teeth and claws suddenly appeared in the light. The powerful force made the eyes of the "Demon Annihilation" shrink, and the complexion also changed. The frightening look was as if it was about to be crazy.

It shook his heart like lightning, and his soul was shocked. Without thinking, he drew swords into a circle, trying to take advantage of the momentum to retreat quickly. As soon as his body moved, he felt a rolling wave of heat sweeping overwhelmingly. Yang Zhao shouted: "Where to go?" His palms merged and soared into the sky. Qiantian and Xunfeng You used the two styles together, stirring up a bitter whirlwind and swirling into the sky. The newly born sword ring qi was shattered, and the little prince drove straight in without any obstacles, with his palms on his chest.

Everyone in the Demon Sect is arrogant, rebellious, and fears power but does not have virtue. Almost most of them are people with low nature. To conquer them, although they cannot rely on benevolence, righteousness and morality, even if they are tempted by profit, if they do not have enough strength to support them, they will definitely only swallow their partners even with their belts and bones, leaving no slag left. Therefore, on the same day, Yang Zhao and the Evil King reached a cooperation agreement, and they must first force the other party to the brink of life and death, and then sit down with Shi Zhixuan and discuss the content of the cooperation well.

This is true for dealing with Shi Zhixuan, and the same is true for dealing with the Yingui Sect. But "beating until he is subdued" is not "beating until he dies". The two sides are about to cooperate. If the little prince really beat Bian Buhui to death, the door of cooperation will naturally be closed and he will never be able to open again. Therefore, when the palm was printed, Yang Zhao temporarily removed 50% of the strength. But even so, the power of this palm was still enough to open the stone. In an instant, "Mo Yin" screamed violently, and blood was sprayed from his mouth, throwing back like a scattered trunk and retracted, "bang" hit the wall of the Lengxiang Pavilion courtyard. A large pile of broken bricks and rocks smashed down on his head and face to bury half of his body. Bian Buhui struggled twice, and fainted and never moved again.
Chapter completed!