Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Wuxia -> Eternal Prosperity of the Great Qian

Main Text Chapter 105 All Destroyed (Fourth Update)

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    "Eat quickly, after eating, evacuate at night!"

    "Yes!" Everyone responded.

    They began to bury their heads in eating and drinking.

    For a while, there was only the sound of chewing and gurgling in the hall.

    "Certainly!"

    "Certainly!"

    "Certainly!"

    "Certainly!"

    Fakong said eighteen fixed words in one breath.

    ? Divine foot power activated.

    The next moment, he appeared in the hall, holding the Benlei Excalibur.

    The palms have turned golden, as if the palms of the Buddha statues in the monastery are the ones that activated the Vajra Immortality.

    Gently patted the forehead of the middle-aged man in front of him with a palm, and the Benlei Divine Sword pierced into the eyebrow, and the tip of the sword pierced out from the back of the head.

    He twisted his wrist, 180 degrees clockwise, and 360 degrees counterclockwise, forming a round hole between his brows, and then drew out the long sword.

    The long sword turned into a streak of azure blue horses, and in an instant it slashed across the necks of seventeen people.

    They remained motionless, and the light in their eyes quickly receded like a tide, and finally went out.

    Fakong took out a sherpa from his sleeve, wiped the sword body vigorously, took out a pot of wine to rinse the sword body, and returned the sword in the sleeve.

    ?Towards all the women clasped their palms together and titheed: "Amitabha!"

    All the women just noticed something strange: the arms around them loosened, and they lost their energy, or the big hands that twisted and groped themselves stopped.

    Immediately, Fakong appeared.

    The gray monk's robe fluttered, and the long sword was blue. He swung the sword lightly in a circle, and his movements were chic and elegant.

    Before they could react, they just stared at him blankly.

    Fakong Heshi said: "The poor monk Daxueshan Patriarchal Fakong, all the female benefactors, don't panic, don't make a sound."

    He smiled gently at the girls to appease their emotions, and then disappeared in a flash.

    Ben Lei Shenjian led him, like a flash of lightning across the village.

    Wherever they passed, the people in the village only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and then they were swallowed up by the darkness, and they didn't know anything.

    Kill all the people in the village in one go, and kill all twenty horses at the same time.

    He appeared beside Xu Zhijian and Lin Feiyang.

    Wipe the sword with a snow-white handkerchief again, rinse it with strong wine, and then put the sword back into the sleeve.

    At this time, in the hall.

    "boom!"

    "boom!"

    "boom!"

    "Gululu"

    "Gululu"

    Heads rolled off their necks one by one, rolled far on the ground, and then blood flowed like a fountain.

    Seventeen blood-red fountains instantly dyed the hall red, and the blood soaked the insteps of all the women.

    They stared blankly, never knowing that a person could shed so much blood.

    The brain slowly resumed operation from a blank.

    Immediately there was an involuntary scream.

    "ah¡ª¡ª!"

    The screams were shrill and sharp, like eighteen sharp swords, piercing the roof of the hall.

    Even Lin Feiyang and Xu Zhijian who were standing at the foot of the mountain could hear it.

    "Let me take a look?" Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong.

    Fakong said: "Bring them out."

    "Okay." Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

    Xu Zhijian looked at Fakong.

    Fakong smiled: "It's all solved, there is not one left."

    "The merit is immeasurable, and I have avenged countless people." Xu Zhijian said solemnly.

    Fakong shook his head.

    Did not feel any merit.

    It seems that the merits I think are not right, eliminating evil and evil cannot obtain merits!

    This time I came to take care of the horse bandits to verify my research on merit.

    Looking at it now, we need to continue to study.

    Xu Zhijian said: "The one who was at the peak of the Shenyuan Realm was also killed?"

    "The one in charge, right?" Fakong nodded, "My Vajra Immortal Skill can just restrain it."

    When watching with the mind's eyes, the strength of these people can be judged through the light.

    The strongest is the square-faced middle-aged man, who is also their leader.

    It should be that he seriously injured Xu Zhijian, so he did not hesitate to activate the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art as soon as he made a move.

    The King Kong Immortality Divine Art can now swallow even the power of the first rank, let alone the second rank.

    ?With the amazing martial arts of these brothers, it's not that difficult and it won't be slow.

    In fact, he was very reluctant to take this task, because he was forced to do so.

    When I first came in, the general had only one order, to collect at least thirty types of martial arts.

    After completing the task, I thought I could return.

    But the general finally sent a long-term task to let them completely disconnect from Dayun. From then on, they are Dagan people.

    ? Try to move up, bit by bit, until one day, the general sent someone to contact.

    It's a pity that this grand plan has not yet been carried out, and he has already been killed.

    When Fakong came out of Song Qiwen's memory, he was still full of anger and unwillingness.

    Then came the second memory.

    This person's name is Jiang Feng.

    He followed the secret order of the general to monitor Song Qiwen, and if Song Qiwen had a disagreement, he would replace him.

    Fakong shook his head.

    This Jiang Feng's life is even more legendary than Song Qiwen's.

    Song Qiwen was born in a military family, and after he was a general, he was sent to the Jingyunzong, the top sect of Dayun since he was a child.

    The extremely high martial arts talent allowed him to go straight up all the way, and after leaving the sect to join the army, he was also promoted quickly, which can be described as smooth sailing.

    But this Jiang Feng has mediocre aptitude. He was not able to join the top sect since he was a child, and he is just an ordinary third-rate sect disciple.

    However, he was very lucky and had many adventures.

    In the end, he grew into a master of the Shenyuan Realm who was only inferior to Song Qiwen.

    He just looks old, but in fact he is ten years younger than Song Qiwen. A master of the Shenyuan Realm who is about thirty years old is already a great achievement.

    He is proficient in strategy and command, and he is better than Song Qiwen in marching and fighting.

    It was only because of his poor background and slightly inferior cultivation that he became Song Qiwen's deputy and assisted Song Qiwen.

    Jiang Feng looked down on Song Qiwen from the bottom of his heart.

    Just because of poor family background and poor aptitude, he was given the upper hand everywhere.

    It was obviously his own credit, but the biggest part of the credit was divided by Song Qiwen, causing him to be forever under Song Qiwen.

    He has always harbored a vicious intention to secretly get rid of Song Qiwen.

    But it takes a moment.

    It's a pity that I couldn't wait for this opportunity, so I was killed with regret.

    Unwillingness and regret linger in Fakong's heart endlessly.

    Fakong stood in the night wind and under the moonlight, with complex emotions shining in his eyes.

    The emotions of the two have been entangled and churning.

    When his mood calmed down, the moon rose so high that it was as cool as water.

    The day's meal is ready, and the aroma is tangy.

    Seeing that Kongkong regained his calm, Lin Feiyang couldn't wait: "Monk, let's eat!"

    Fakong looked at Xu Zhijian: "Brother Xu, shall we start then?"

    "Let's get started." Xu Zhijian nodded.

    Everyone formed a circle around the three big pots, one pot of porridge, one pot of vegetables, and one pot of rice, and whoever finished eating would fill it up by himself.

    The dishes and chopsticks are all taken out of the stockade.

    Even the eighteen women have changed their clothes, washed the blood from their feet, put on new shoes, and still have burdens around them.

    Apparently they were brought over by Lin Feiyang again and took their own things respectively.

    Lin Feiyang said: "Monk, do you want to destroy that stockade?"

    "Um."

    "Leave it to me!" Lin Feiyang put down the bowl and chopsticks excitedly, and disappeared in a flash.

    After a while, thick smoke rose in the sky, and the red light shone for a long time.

    ps: After the update is complete, I am exhausted, and I need a monthly pass to stimulate it. Let the monthly pass come more violently, which makes me angry and fight.  </div&gt
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report