Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

“Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi!

Others don't know it, but Shadali is the deputy editor-in-chief of Zongren Mansion.

On the surface, Zongren Mansion has little power in the court, but it actually controls a huge intelligence agency.

Sort of, what MI6 is to the British Empire.

Zongren Mansion is having a huge headache with this Golden Snake King.

The Dashun Camp of the Golden Snake King has always been an important enemy.

Moreover, according to the information they received, the Golden Snake King had secretly joined Wu Guogong's command.

Therefore, the appearance of the Golden Snake King in Fujian is not something difficult to accept.

No wonder the Eight Banners cavalry couldn't rush in. It must be because they were caught using the trebuchet and were entangled by people from the Dashun camp.

Shadali cursed his bad luck in his heart.

Already rushed out.

He is not Huang Rong's opponent, but others can still give him a try.

Yue Buqun and Golden Silk Flying Spider followed one after the other.

As for the Manchu and Qing killers disguised as pirates behind them and the pirates who had surrendered to the Manchu and Qing pirates, they also rushed forward.

These pirates are not the Eighteen Thieves of the South China Sea.

Strictly speaking, there were only four of them, but the remaining fourteen took their subordinates and blended in with the crowd and escaped.

It's not that they are all timid, but they just don't want to get involved in other people's grudges for no reason.

The best thing to do these days is to protect yourself wisely, but some of them who owe Li Qingluo a favor may have a hard time with it in terms of face.

Li Qingluo narrowed her eyes and made a decision immediately.

She clapped her palms, and the ambush soldiers rushed in from behind.

Some people began to move to the ground because of the vigilante who had passed out due to poisoning.

Others took the initiative to fight with the Manchu killers or pirates.

Qiao Feng was naturally at odds with Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun, who possesses evil sword skills, has become a rare top master in the world.

Of course, after all, his evil-fighting swordsmanship has not been perfected, and he cannot blend reality with reality.

If virtual reality is blended, then Qiao Feng, who is bare-handed, will no longer be his opponent.

Unfortunately, that step is not so easy to do.

Feng Qingyang, the ultimate genius of the Huashan Sect, has only made slight progress after studying swordsmanship for so many years.

Qiao Feng faced Yue Buqun who rushed up.

He understood that the swordsmanship of the man in front of him was erratic and treacherous. If he relied solely on his palms, he would inevitably suffer a loss.

With a strong kick of his feet, he lifted a table, broke it into two pieces, and poured in his true energy.

The originally fragile dining table immediately turned into a shield as hard as iron.

Yue Buqun suddenly felt as if he had been humiliated.

The Zixia magic power was running in the body, and purple air flow flashed in his pupils, and even the skin began to flash purple air flow.

Yue Buqun's eyes were cold, and he held a sharp sword and swiped at Qiao Feng's throat.

The long sword is constantly changing between reality and reality.

Even if he stared at it, he couldn't tell exactly where the sword blade was slashing.

He simply closed his eyes, held his breath and concentrated, relying solely on his sixth sense, he swung out the table leg he was holding and struck Yue Buqun's sword sharply.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, the sword and shield collided, and the wooden table that temporarily served as a table actually made a sound of metal collision.

Amidst the loud noise, the two men moved quickly, with great power and overwhelming momentum.

Yue Buqun suddenly roared angrily, and the sword in his hand made an ear-piercing scream, as if there were thousands of threads floating in the air, drawing out streaks of cold light toward Qiao Feng.

There are seventy-two ways to ward off evil swordsmanship, and each one is better than the next. However, Yue Buqun has only practiced for a short time, so he has not mastered them all.

But he has also mastered some of the killing moves, which are the catkins flying in the sword technique to ward off evil spirits.

Wherever the sword blade was swung, it was like catkins floating by. Every trace seemed real, but in fact they were all fake.

The real killing move will only appear the moment it touches the enemy.

Qiao Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yue Buqun's erratic sword skills, and seeing his body twisting like a woman, he couldn't help but think to himself, "This is not real martial arts. What Yue Buqun practiced seems to be a kind of inferior fist and leg embroidery, but this kind of fist and leg embroidery gives me a creepy feeling. Is this the so-called simplicity of the great way?"

Avenue to Jane

Qiao Feng is indeed a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a century.

The battle process had just begun, and he had already had feelings.

Qiao Feng shouted violently, and the tabletop in his hand immediately shattered, and his palm with a flashing yellow light hit Yue Buqun's chest hard.

Yue Buqun didn't need to think too much. He raised his sword and already had a countermeasure in his mind. Only a loud "clang" sound was heard, and the palm and the sword collided again.

The two of them flashed, and the distance between them widened.

The palms of their swords were locked in a stalemate, and both sides had firm eyes, not concealing the determination in their hands at all.

With a click, Yue Buqun stepped firmly and rushed towards Qiao Feng. Looking at the ground where he stepped, there were dense cracks.

Qiao Feng's eyes twitched, and he had an ominous premonition.

Yue Buqun stretched out his right hand, and dense sword light appeared again on the sword blade.

Qiao Feng had already hesitated. Yue Buqun's palm suddenly pushed forward, and the sword energy splashed out, hitting Qiao Feng's body directly. But what he didn't expect was that Qiao Feng's body shook, and half of his body turned into a shadow. At the same time, the palms of the palms were raised upwards, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms changed from being strong to yang. Instead, they became extremely feminine, as if they had turned into a slender woman.

"It's Shaolin's secret skill, Demon-Subduing Palm. This is one of the seventy-two special skills. The palm is moved gently, as if there is nothing, and it is an extremely feminine palm technique." Li Qingluo recognized this palm technique at a glance, and she whispered towards her body Next to him, Wu Gong gave an explanation.

But it is a pity that Wu Gong's attention is not here, but on the other three women.

Compared to Qiao Feng, Wu Gong is still more concerned about his woman's safety.

Huang Rong single-handedly defeated three thieves.

However, Ning Zhong continued to fight with the golden silk flying spider.

As for Extinction, he fought with Shadali.

All three found their match.

As for the fallen people around them, they have all been safely sent to the depths of the villa.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the top of the hall.

Immediately afterwards, flames fell from the sky along with rubble.

It turned out that a huge stone burning with flames hit the main hall.

Everyone in the hall dodged and once again divided into two groups to confront each other.

"Let's go, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time."

Li Qingluo made a quick decision, kicked down the screen next to her, and pushed the mechanism.

Suddenly, dense arrows flew towards the Manchu Tatars in the hall from all directions.

Then he turned and left the hall.