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 first-class masters with martial arts skills. However, if they can organize such an assassination for themselves, if they are not first-class masters in the world, coming here is obviously no different from sending death. .

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.

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 it was free of charge.

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 rivers and lakes.

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 them 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 intelligence, even within the entire Kunlun, there are only a few people who can practice Cloud Pailing Palm to great perfection. Just a few people.

Without exception, they were all gray-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.

The object that countless people in the Song Dynasty wanted to kill 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 the palm just used 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 elder can take this palm. He is dead."

"Take away his belt. Without King 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 began to cry loudly. As he cried, he suddenly raised his hand 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.