Yang Xiaoyun had no intention of finding, confronting or questioning Emperor Jiazheng.
It was because he was greedy for the last 'legacy' of the Daqing Dynasty. At this time, no matter how shameless he was, who had the right to ask for the reason?
If you don't do anything, you won't stop. Kill them all.
The person is about ten feet away from the bed, and Yang Xiaoyun's palm can span a distance of more than ten feet. The strong palm force penetrates the soft silk quilt and is imprinted into it. It can be seen that his inner strength is strong and has reached its peak.
But the results were somewhat surprising.
A dull explosion was heard, and the whole room seemed to tremble.
The human figure squirming under the silk quilt collapsed directly.
Yang Xiaoyun, with frost on his face, waved his palm in the air and swept the silk away.
But he saw that on the bed, close to the bed board, was a leather-like object of unknown material and close to the color of human skin. This thing seemed to be still leaking air, and its occasional twitches seemed to be mocking Yang Xiaoyun's stupidity.
"Be cautious!" Yang Xiaoyun was not panicked.
As the unparalleled leader of the martial arts alliance, he does not think he is invincible, but there are only a handful of masters who can compete with him. Except for those senior masters who are mostly buried in the ground, they are almost in their prime, and the only ones with similar skills to him are those who have fought against each other many years ago, and are now the "great sages" among the Tatars.
Therefore, Yang Xiaoyun is confident.
As for the 'Jiu Sword Immortal' who had become famous recently and took refuge with Emperor Jiazheng without telling him, Yang Xiaoyun didn't take it seriously.
"Just a fool who only knows how to play tricks!" This is Yang Xiaoyun's evaluation of Feng Linhu. Daqing is already a rotten ship that keeps silent at any time. If you want to push it up at this time, what else is it if you are not a fool?
After breaking out of the door, Yang Xiaoyun's eyes were wandering around, and he was weighing whether to retreat temporarily tonight, or whether to go on a killing spree without stopping.
Anyway, this so-called 'palace' is not that big, and it doesn't take much effort and time to kill it from start to finish.
"Open the bow without turning back, kill!" Yang Xiaoyun's thick eyebrows trembled slightly, without even wrinkles, as he made this decision.
At this moment, a large net fell from the sky and enveloped Yang Xiaoyun.
At the same time, a sharp sword cut through the sky and stabbed Yang Xiaoyun.
Yang Xiaoyun curled his fingers into claws, pulled hard, and used fine iron to pull it into silk, then twisted it into iron ropes, and finally woven it into a net. However, under Yang Xiaoyun's sharp claws, the iron net was like paper and easily damaged.
The long sword flying in the air was also slapped away by Yang Xiaoyun.
Although Feng Linhui's smart alloy sword simulates a flying sword, it is not a real flying sword after all. The sword is more than two feet away from the body, and Feng Linhui's innate true energy can no longer interfere with the long sword.
To describe it simply, it is a range that exceeds two feet around the body. The skill that was originally considered to be a magical attack has become a pure physical attack, and its lethality has been sharply reduced.
That's why I say that Feng Linwen's disguised flying sword skills are just fake.
It may have miraculous effects on ordinary people, even ordinary people in the world. But when used to deal with top masters like Yang Xiaoyun, it is somewhat powerless.
Realizing that the force contained in the flying sword attack was not ordinary, Yang Xiaoyun said in his heart that it was true.
"It's just some tricks and tricks, but it's under the guise of being a swordsman. It's hard to be heretical..." Yang Xiaoyun thought to himself.
However, even though he looked down upon it, this flying sword was not only flexible and difficult to control, but its blade was extremely sharp and its blade was extremely hard. Yang Xiaoyun did not dare to use his flesh and blood body to fight hard, so he could only use his palm power to split the air and strike. If he continued to deal with it like this, he would inevitably run the risk of losing his internal strength.
Yang Xiaoyun knew that with the wine and sword fairy secretly restraining him, it would be difficult for him to succeed in his trip tonight, so he sneered, slapped away the flying sword, stepped on the treetops to cut through the night sky, and walked away.
After Yang Xiaoyun left, Feng Linwen walked out of the darkness with Emperor Jiazheng, who was still trembling with fear.
"National Master! Why don't you keep him?" Emperor Jiazheng calmed down his emotions and then asked with trembling white lips. When he said this, he made no secret of his murderous intent. Although it looks like a puppet controlled by Feng Linyi and Yang Xiaoyun, like a lamb. But once...he was also a true emperor who held the power of life and death.
Feng Linyi glanced sideways at Emperor Jiazheng, expressing his complete contempt for the lack of clues in his heart.
"Yang Xiaoyun is just a tarsal maggot, and the Tatars are the dragons crossing the river. If you kill Yang Xiaoyun, who can resist the Tatar cavalry for your majesty?" Feng Linmin asked unceremoniously... He could even say It was sarcastic.
Although Yang Xiaoyun seems to be loyal and treacherous, he still has some abilities.
The Tatars are good at riding and shooting. They come and go like the wind. You cannot fight with them in the wilderness.
Yang Xiaoyun continued to build up the walls of Yangcheng and built secret passages extending in all directions.
The height of the city wall was used to resist the Tatar archers and horsemen, and the short and dangerous secret passage was used to secretly transport all the materials needed in the city. Even if some secret passages are known to the Tatars, as long as they dismount and lose the opportunity to distance themselves and fight, the Tatars who break into the secret passages are far from the large number of people who have been ambushing the secret passages. opponent.
The entire Yangcheng was like a microcosm of Yang Xiaoyun's own personality.
On the surface, it looks majestic, majestic, masculine, and iron-clad. It uses its constantly mottled walls to resist waves of fearless attacks from the Tatars.
Behind the scenes, there are dark, short, winding, and all-round secret passages. Secretly carrying out assassinations, passing information, transporting materials and other dark operations.
He has become one with a city.
Killing Yang Xiaoyun may still require some effort for Feng Linhu, who has a hundred years of innate innocence, but it is not that difficult.
However, as far as Feng Linwen's interests are concerned, killing Yang Xiaoyun will do a lot of harm but nothing good.
What does Feng Linwen want?
Trust value... and collecting civilization information.
Promoting the authenticity of the character 'Jiu Sword Fairy' requires a relatively stable organization. If Yangcheng loses Yang Xiaoyun's command, then Yangcheng's attack will be imminent. This also means that all the hard work Feng Linwen put in before was in vain.
And collecting civilized information requires Yang Xiaoyun's appeal even more.
With him as the leader of the martial arts alliance, Yangcheng has gathered almost half of the various martial arts people in the world. For Feng Linmo, this is simply a big treasure house.
If you just walk around the streets and meet a few martial arts people who are sparring, you can collect some fragments of martial arts.
If Yang Xiaoyun dies, the tree will fall and the hozen will scatter.
The city is about to be destroyed. Even if most of the people in the rivers and lakes are enthusiastic, they will probably focus on self-preservation. Once everyone is scattered around the rivers and lakes, it will not be that simple for Feng Linmo to collect a large amount of civilization information. .
Therefore, no matter from any angle, Yang Xiaoyun cannot die yet.
Just like Feng Linwen planned from the beginning, the three-legged triangle...the balance of the triangle is the most stable.
It's also what's best for him.
After hearing Feng Linhu's 'explanation', Emperor Jiazheng was helpless and could only sigh, feeling extremely aggrieved. It was not that he was persuaded by Feng Linyi, but that he was powerless and could not move Feng Linyi.
Yang Xiaoyun's threat was like a stick in his throat, and he was unhappy not to get rid of it.
But at this moment, he had to rely on him. As an emperor who was accustomed to "doing whatever he wanted," Emperor Jiazheng was filled with depression that was beyond words.
Looking at Emperor Jiazheng walking away, the contempt in Feng Linhuang's eyes became even greater.
Emperor...hehe! The emperor who thought he could do whatever he wanted with only one person and the blessing of his ancestors would basically have no good end.
Standing at the pinnacle of power, one cannot clearly see the true nature of power. How sad...!
Feng Linwen looked away and clenched his fist.
"So what I pursue will never be rights, but real power. Only by giving all the glory and glory to myself can I truly be free to do whatever I want!"
"Gathering together and balancing all parties seems to be able to unite scattered forces into one and obtain huge resources and benefits. But it is like a sandcastle piled on the beach. As long as the slightest wind and wave, everything will be blown away. Disappeared..."
