Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

face attack

The bloodthirsty religion has strict rules and regulations, like a small imperial court, and his followers are so crazy, like wolfhounds showing their fangs, they are beaten wherever the leader directs them.

And the one named Lou Ran in front of him is just one of the leaders, the real leader has not shown up until now.

Xu Huaiqing's familiarity with the Bloodthirsty Sect is even better than this group of Righteous Daoists who think they are opponents.

He watched the big scene in front of him without any waves in his eyes.

More amusing than the most exquisite actor's play.

And Song Yan stared at the iron whip in Lou Ran's hand, the whip would surely tear his skin to pieces, and he would look like a piece of flesh, it was more tormenting than death.He gasped, not understanding why a mortal would have such a vicious weapon by his side.

Killing people is nothing more than nodding their heads, but this is cruel killing.

Song Yan couldn't feel comfortable staring at this little leader's movements. If this person made a move, he would have to throw a bench on him first. After all, His Majesty would take care of him, and he would be able to protect His Majesty.

A bad premonition arose in Bai Wushuang's heart. He looked left and right, and finally carefully kneaded the hem of his clothes into a ball and moved his feet little by little, trying to escape to the small archway closest to the corner. Well, anyway, staying here, his three-legged cat can only block the life of a knife.

But before he touched the side of the small arch, there was another roar, dull like thunder, Bai Wushuang finally screamed, and threw himself to the side.

Bloodthirsty teaches this turtle grandson, come on, don’t gunpowder cost money?

Bai Wushuang's first reaction was to cover his head. This time, the place where the hole was blown out was very close to him, and the high clods and rocks rushed to one side, and the wind and sand covered Bai Wushuang from head to toe. Not out of the original color.

Xu Huaiqing quickly opened the folding fan when he saw the wind and sand, and before Song Yan could react, he leaned towards Nanfeng and approached the opponent's head, and then used a fan to block the fine dust that rushed towards him.

Protected the heads of two people.

The light at this time was not bright, Xu Huaiqing didn't even show any sharpness, his expression was light, and his light brown eyes just stared at Song Yan like that.

Just like this, I don't care about it.

Song Yan was stunned, her heart was pulled crazily, and Song Yan, who looked like a cub in her heart, was also smashing the hammer to express her excitement. The proportion of three heads and body was more than half off the ground.

This didn't protect his head, it clearly pinched his little heart.

So what His Majesty wants, whether dragon liver and phoenix marrow are okay, he will get it right away.

Song Yan sucked the non-existent saliva, showing composure, and squeezed a layer of spiritual power to quietly cover His Majesty and his clothes.

Although the dust will still fall on it, with a light shake, he can manipulate this thin layer of spiritual power to shake all the dust off.

The place where the gunpowder exploded was some distance away from them. The sand and stones that flew here were generally small and had no attack power.

It's just that the fine soil blown by the wind fell on the body and the tables and chairs indiscriminately, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Xu Huaiqing took back the folding fan, stood up straight, looked at the dust on his body unhappy, and didn't sit down, just stood there by spreading out his clothes.

And Song Yan took advantage of His Majesty's movement of unfolding his clothes to sweep away the dust, and restored him to the extremely appropriate His Majesty.

Song Yan wiped the edge of the bench where he was sitting with a handkerchief, then pulled Xu Huaiqing, and the two sat together affectionately.

He didn't care what the occasion was, so he whispered to coax.

At this time, Bai Wushuang was still lying on his stomach. At most, he was skinned, but he didn't dare to get up. He thought it's better to hide first, to save his life.

Bai Wushuang tried hard to convince himself, and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind, lying on the ground like a salted fish, trying to pretend to be a comatose person.

An explosion was not the end, as soon as Liu Yefeng's eyes moved to the small arch, there were explosions in all directions one after another, and the rumbling sound was endless.

This clearly surrounded Guiyun Villa and Taliu Mansion.

Liu Yefeng's complexion was not good, he clenched his stick tightly, and looked around vigilantly, but the main thing to guard against was the bloodthirsty cultist headed by Lou Ran directly in front of him.And the righteous people around him also surrounded him to protect him, which was to show their position.

At this time Liudao also rushed to his father's side and took out a big knife.

This knife is thinner and narrower than Song Yan's, but sharper.

The smoke from the gunpowder was thick and pungent, and it was blown away by a sudden gust of wind. The robes of the people present also fluttered with the gust of wind, adding a bit of solemnity.

The smoke and sand dissipated, and a continuous stream of people wearing clothes with the bloodthirsty cult mark formed an encirclement circle. Those holding crossbows acted as a row, and those carrying swords acted as a row. The rest were holding all kinds of messy weapons. Huicheng's team.

Xu Huai swept around and didn't see the figure of the leader, so he lowered his head to meet Song Yan and listened to some overly cute words.

Now the Bloodthirsty Cult is still headed by Lou Ran, he smiled viciously, followed by the sound of the iron whip twitching, and with a snap, the whip fell on the empty wooden table.

The wooden table was instantly torn apart, but the iron whip only had the inherent sharpness of a cold weapon, without any damage.

"Oh, our bloodthirsty sect is also going to hold a meeting of villains here today. Our goal today is to slaughter Guiyun Villa. No one is allowed to leave!"

Lou Ran didn't gnash her teeth, but pretended to be innocent and evil.

If he discarded the clothes on his body, he would be a dandy who is so wicked that he doesn't know it.

As soon as Lou Ran finished speaking, the believers behind him raised their arms in response: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Liu Yefeng let out a vicious pooh, and shouted loudly: "Any heresy dares to shout on my territory of Guiyun Villa, I'm too impatient to live!"

After all, it is his territory, and now that so many people from the Righteous Way gather here, why should he be afraid of a Bloodthirsty Sect.

Since ancient times, those who have done a lot of evil have not come to a good end, let alone so many people with so much righteousness.

As soon as Liu Yefeng opened his mouth, the people around him also held up their weapons and shouted, and they did not give in in their momentum.

Lou Ran is not a procrastinator, he looked at Liu Yefeng and the others with a smile, as if looking at a group of ants, he raised the hand holding the iron whip, and stopped in mid-air.

The eyes of half of the people on the court fell on Lou Ran's hands.

He seems to enjoy the pleasure of strategizing, with life and death in his hands.

Lou Ran's face turned cold, and his hands swung down violently, which was a signal for orders.

Sure enough, the bloodthirsty cultists behind him and forming a circle rushed to the front like wolves out of the circle, and the cultists holding crossbows on the back layer were slapping short arrows and trying to shoot cold arrows.

The leader, Lou Ran, didn't back down, but rushed forward with the people brandishing his iron whip. His goal was clear, and it was Liu Yefeng.

Song Yan saw that the battle had already begun, so she cheered up and said, "Huaiqing, I'll stop that leader, his iron whip is too scary."

Xu Huaiqing nodded, and said: "Don't love to fight, our people will come later."

They had arranged private soldiers into Liu's mansion early on, and when they needed to jump out, they could catch them all. Yun Yi also avoided them a long time ago, and he didn't even know where he was drinking tea.

Song Yan nodded, and impatiently picked up the bench beside her, and rushed up to Lou Ran.

He had a clear goal, and what he hit was the opponent's face.

This person is too bad, even looking at each other is annoying.

What's wrong with it, you have to use an iron whip made of blades, you can't even fight with a decent weapon, if you don't hit him in the face, who will be hit in the face?

Liu Yefeng clenched the stick tightly, pushed away the Liudao who wanted to step forward to block the wave, and ran towards Louran.

In an instant, he thought of countless ways to avoid the iron whip and beat the black-hearted dog.

As the owner of Guiyun Villa, how can he be weak if he can suppress so many righteous people and lead the way?

It just means that Liu Yefeng, the stick, can call himself the best. No one in the world can surpass him in this respect and suppress his limelight.

The two masters confronted each other, and the people around left room to fight each other.

But no one expected that Lou Ran had already swung his iron whip, and Liu Yefeng had also struck out a stick. When he wanted to hit the opponent's vitals with one move, a bench flew straight over.

Just that long, narrow bench with two wide feet.

It's nothing special, even covered with fine ash, just like no one else around, it's getting closer and closer to Lou Ran.

Lou Ran prides himself on his martial arts skills, otherwise he wouldn't be so contemptuous, but at this moment he can only see the bench flying towards him, but he can't do anything.

how can that be?

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, his pupils shrank, and before he could make any other expressions, he was thrown out by this extremely ordinary bench.

At the same time, Liu Yefeng's iron rod, which didn't hold back at all, also hit Lou Ran's abdomen.

Lou Ran was forced to let go of the iron whip in his hand in a trance, but he realized very clearly that compared with this long bench, the strength of Liu Yefeng's iron rod was so small.

This person's martial arts is higher than Liu Yefeng!

who? !

But Lou Ran couldn't ask any more, he was hit hard on the ground and passed out.

Liu Yefeng was also suddenly startled by this change at this time, he quickly withdrew his stick, took a quick look at Lou Ran's miserable appearance in disbelief, and looked towards the direction where the bench flew out just now.

A man clapping his hands coldly.

It seemed that he was disgusted with the crumbs on the stool, but there was no weapon on his body or even on his back.

Liu Yefeng's heart shrank in fear, the man's aura was not like that of a Jianghu person at all, instead he had an aura of superiority that made people unable to resist surrendering.

It is similar to the posture of being first in the sky and second in the sky.

But Liu Yefeng didn't dare to regard this person as stupefied, and he didn't dare to look any further, he squeezed his stick tightly and hurried to help other righteous people.

Lou Ran was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. The bloodthirsty cultists glanced at it, and some even laughed. They didn't know what happened.

But the downfall of his own people further stimulated the wolf nature in the blood, because without Lou Ran, there would be a vacancy in the upper echelons of the Bloodthirsty Cult.

After that, those who can live there.

Song Yan relaxed when he saw that the blow was right. After all, he didn't like anything else except Lou Ran, each of them was more stupid than the other.

He turned around to look for Xu Huaiqing, but at this moment, Xu Huaiqing disappeared.

Song Yan waited boredly for someone to come back. At this time, a bloodthirsty cultist lying on the wall holding a crossbow seemed to be aiming at Song Yan, and kept shooting cold arrows at him, but the aim was not accurate. Song Yan was standing as a target. Also always fails.

Song Yan randomly grabbed the short arrow that flew over, and sent it back with a backhand. The arrow pierced the bloodthirsty cultist's shoulder, causing him to groan and be forced to fall off the wall.

At this time, Xu Huaiqing also walked over with soothing steps.

The fan of the fan in his hand was splashed with fresh blood, and his hair was also a little messy, with a long strand of hair hanging down.

Song Yan hurriedly looked up and down, and felt relieved when she found that there were no wounds.

He blurted out: "What did your Majesty do?"

Xu Huaiqing's expression was casual: "The leader they hid has been captured."

It's just disobedient and wants to resist.

But the overall situation has been decided, how can he give this famous leader a chance?

Song Yan couldn't laugh or cry, His Majesty told him not to love to fight, but she couldn't help but take the initiative to attack.