He hit the golden cymbal in his hand hard and made a loud sound, then said to Huang Qiong: "Lord Buddha, I advise you to let Princess Yunduo go immediately. Otherwise, Lord Buddha would rather fight with you and lose both sides than let her go." You. The Hua Sect behind Buddha will definitely fight to the death with you. My Hua Sect is dedicated to the Buddha, but it is not the two factions who are not focused on promoting Buddhism, but on fighting for power. "
"There are so many masters from top to bottom. You can guard against them for a while, but you cannot guard against them forever. If you let Lord Buddha and Princess Yunduo leave, Lord Buddha will not pursue your previous affairs again. Otherwise, you will not face Lord Buddha alone. Not only It’s the revenge of the Margan tribe and the entire Flower Sect. So what if you become the emperor? The Flower Sect never gives up halfway, and always fights to the death. Although the Red and White Sects are powerful, there is nothing they can do. Can’t teach us the flower religion.”
Listening to the fact that this lama was obviously strong on the outside and fierce on the inside, but in fact he was asking Huang Qiong to let him and Yun Duo go, Huang Qiong smiled coldly. The arrow in his hand was shot out without mercy. And coming up, there is an extremely exciting three consecutive arrows. At this point, it was obvious that the strong man had done it, and he bumped into the lama of Thirteen, and was shot to death.
Although the lama struggled with his body skills and Huang Qiong did not really kill him, he finally managed to escape these three arrows. But after he finally regained his footing, he looked at the golden cymbal in his hand and was immediately dumbfounded. Without him, a golden cymbal made of fine copper in his hand, which was undamaged by swords, spears and stabs, was directly pierced by one of Huang Qiong's three arrows.
This internal strength alone was enough to surprise him.
It's just this guy, even though he is surprised in his heart. He knew that with this internal strength alone, he was no match. But still adhering to the habit of eating dead duck meat but not chewing it, he still said arrogantly: "Your kung fu is nothing more than this. No matter how powerful your bow and arrow are, you can't do anything to the Buddha. You are still honest, according to According to Lord Buddha, give Princess Yunduo to Lord Buddha and take him away. Otherwise, don’t blame Lord Buddha for being ruthless."
However, at this time, this guy is still pretending to be thirteen. Not to mention Ma Xingzi over there couldn't stand it any longer, even Princess Yunduo, who was tied up tightly here, couldn't bear it: "You idiot, why are you still talking nonsense here? Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity? Leave quickly? Do you have to let me watch you die here with my own eyes? Next time, he won't show mercy. They won't kill me for the time being, so what do you have to worry about?"
Faced with the woman's shouting, the lama didn't move at all. Still standing there, clamoring for Huang Qiong to let Yun Duo go. Of course, seeing Huang Qiong put the arrow on the bow again, his shouting voice became somewhat weaker. Let alone Huang Qiong for those who can't see the situation clearly and don't know how to praise. Everyone present was stunned by this single-minded guy. Even Huang Qiong, who had been somewhat merciful before, was a little bit dumbfounded.
After thinking about it, Huang Qiong put down the bow and arrow in his hand. He casually pulled out Duan Yan'er's sword and said coldly to this ignorant guy: "If you want me to let this woman go, you can. If you defeat me, I will naturally let her go. If you lose In my hands, not to mention her, even you have to keep your life. I am the king of a country, so naturally you have no words for it. Therefore, if you want to take away your lover, you must defeat me first."
After the words fell, Huang Qiong jumped up and pointed the sword in his hand directly at the lama's eyebrows. Now that Huang Qiong's throne has been secured, he doesn't really care whether others know about his martial arts skills. Therefore, in the face of this arrogant lama, I directly took action personally. That lama was brave enough. When he saw Huang Qiong, he waved his sword and came straight towards him. Knowing that this was his last chance, he was not timid at all and responded with a golden cymbal with a big hole in his hand.
The two people then showed off their knowledge and started fighting together. And Ma Xingzi, who was next to the lama, would draw out his sword when they met, hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to capture Huang Qiong. But Duan Jin's cold voice came from over there: "Ma Xingzi, if you still want to live, just be honest and watch. If you take the opportunity to do something, don't blame me for not watching the relationship between you and my father. Friendship. Dao Wuji’s end is yours.”
"Think again about the consequences of your Wuliang Mountain. No matter how strong your Wuliang Mountain is, it is nothing in front of the army. If you dare to act rashly at this moment, not only you, but also Dao Wuji will make the same mistake. That's it. The Infinite Sect behind you will not leave any chickens or dogs behind. You have also seen this scene today. If you think that your Infinite Sect can compete with the dense rain of arrows and the cannons that have not appeared today, then join in. .”
Hearing Duan Jin's cold voice, he looked at the archer who was now focusing his attention on him. As long as he made the slightest move, the arrow in his hand would be shot out immediately. After hesitating for a long time, he finally put down the sword in his hand. Duan Jin was right. The ending of Dao Wuji today made it clear to Ma Xingzi that no matter how high the martial arts sect is, it really has no ability to compete in front of a large army. However, with more than a hundred archers, Dao Wuji couldn't even use a single move.
If there are thousands of archers coming, no matter how high the Wuliang sect's martial arts are, they will not be a match at all. And on the battlefield, he saw those cannons that could penetrate city walls once fired. At that time, the Infinite Sect will say that even chickens and dogs will be light. Under the coercion of Duan Jin's words, Ma Xingzi finally did not draw out the sword tightly in his hand. The head that had always been proud slowly lowered, not daring to look at the lama.
Although he is still a little ignorant of worldly affairs, his vision in martial arts is still quite vicious. As soon as Huang Qiong took action, he knew that although the lama's martial arts was not low, he was no match for Huang Qiong. If you can survive two hundred moves, that's already pretty good. If you don't intervene, you are just sitting back and watching that lama fail. Although they are not from the same side, they are from the same side after all. Doing so would really go against morality and even the current alliance.
But facing Duan Jin's threat to the Wuliang Sect, he finally chose to keep his sect. However, Ma Xingzi did not participate in the end. But his vision is still quite accurate. After Huang Qiong competed with the lama for more than 200 moves, Huang Qiong deliberately missed an opening. To seduce the guy who was getting more and more tired as he fought, his lama robe was already soaked with sweat, and he was really eager for success, he underestimated the enemy and advanced.
He took the opportunity to turn over to his back and hit the lama directly on the back with a palm, causing the lama to vomit blood. Then the sword in his hand was placed directly on his neck. And this lama's ending made Ma Xingzi and Princess Yunduo close their eyes in unison, not daring to look at what was in front of them. Huang Qiong looked at the lama who was seriously injured and had Huang Qiong's sword held on his neck. He knew that he was completely defeated and had a gloomy look on his face.
But he sneered and said: "Your life belongs to me now. Tomorrow, I will send you and Gao Zhisheng to the arms of your Buddha. I have no interest in what kind of religion you are. Those of your fellow disciples I won't have any fear of revenge. If they want to come looking for me, I will do it. However, I am doubtful. If your master knew that you were lost in my hands, your Hua Jiao, do you have the guts to seek revenge on me?"
In response to Huang Qiong's cold words, before the lama, who closed his eyes tightly, had time to speak, Princess Yunduo desperately broke away from the soldiers who were holding her and knelt down in front of Huang Qiong. He banged his head heavily on the ground and kept begging: "Your Majesty, the Great Emperor, I know that we have done something to help the tyrants. But after all, neither I nor Jiacuo brought any substantial harm to the Great Emperor. Moreover, Now we have also been punished, and Gatso was seriously injured."
"He is just a rude person with no scheming ideas. He came to offend His Majesty the Emperor today all because of me, an ominous person. As long as the Emperor can spare his life, I guarantee that he will never appear in the Emperor's eyes again. In front of us, we will not do anything harmful to the Kingdom of China. You are the Great Emperor of the Kingdom of China, and he is just an inconspicuous little ant at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the plateau. There are many of you, please let me go. Get over him."
Huang Qiong and Duan Jin were stunned when they saw this woman, dripping with runny nose and crying, and banging her head. The eldest princess of the Margan tribe has an obviously unusual relationship with this lama. Looking at this beautiful princess, from Huang Qiong's eyes, she is a rare beauty among the Tubo people. Looking at the lama again, he closed his eyes tightly and pretended to let himself do whatever he wanted. He looked extremely rude and rough-looking. Everyone looked at him very strangely.
However, Huang Qiong had no intention of exploring the relationship between these two completely different people at this time. He casually tapped the lama's acupuncture points, sealed his martial arts skills, and handed them over to the soldiers for strict supervision. He was sitting on a chair, listening to the killing cries in the city that were getting weaker and weaker. None of the women around him made a sound. As for Ma Xingzi, he stood there honestly, looking at Dao Wuji's body, not knowing what to think about.
It wasn't until Zhao Wushu arrived that Huang Qiong knew that the rebellion in the city had been subsided. After waving his hand to stop Zhao Wuye from wanting to report, he said to Ma Xingzi: "You can go. For the sake of my father-in-law, I don't want to embarrass you now. However, if you leave, don't come back again. Now. If you get mixed up with them again when I see you, I will not even talk about you anymore, even I, Wuliang Mountain, will not stay here anymore."
"As a martial arts sect, the biggest taboo is to get involved in such political opinions. If you want to play tricks on others, you have to see if you have the ability. This time, I see that my beloved wife and I have already In the name of my father-in-law who passed away young, I will no longer hold you responsible for this offense. If it happens again, I will never forgive you lightly. Don’t risk your own life, and yours, for such a small benefit. The mountain is full of doors.”
After Huang Qiong finished speaking, Ma Xingzi looked at Huang Qiong in front of him with a complicated expression, then at Dao Wuji on the ground, and at the Gyatso Lama who had been tied up. Finally, he gritted his teeth. Although he said nothing, he slightly cupped his hands towards Huang Qiong and Duan Jin. After expressing that he still listened to Huang Qiong's words, he stood up and jumped to an adjacent roof, disappearing in an instant.
Duan Jin, who was standing next to Huang Qiong, looked at his back and just stood quietly beside Huang Qiong without saying anything. After a long time, he sighed. He turned around and returned to Duan Miao's side, standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. But the hand holding Duan Miao was trembling slightly. Duan Miao looked at Duan Jin and wanted to say something. After pondering for a while, he finally didn't say anything. However, holding Duan Jin's hand turned into holding her arm.
