The Ascension Plan of the Ancestral Star of the Shuttles

Chapter 332 Uncle Wang, what are your last words?
"Hey, I'm afraid this guy must weigh more than three hundred catties? Lu Qiu'er is so slender in front of him."

After hearing Xu Fengnian's words, Li Fei said, "No, no, I guess he is at most two hundred catties."

Everyone looked at him strangely, Xu Fengnian said amusedly: "Is there anything wrong with your eyes?"

Li Fei said calmly, "How about we make a bet?"

Xu Fengnian said: "What are you betting on?"

Li Fei said: "I bet him up to two hundred catties."

Xu Fengnian asked with interest: "What's the bet?"

Li Fei grinned, and his bright white teeth gleamed with a sense of austerity, "If he exceeds two hundred catties, we will follow what Dashan said at the beginning, cut a catty of meat for every catty extra, and cut ten catties for every ten catties extra."

When Xu Fengnian heard this, he immediately showed a sinister smile, and said, "This is a good bet, I'll bet with you."

While the two were talking, a bloody horse with a light golden mane slowly came forward.

With the horse's outstanding leg strength, it shouldn't have been so difficult. The weight of the one riding on the horse is really scary.

His appearance was engraved in the same mold as Guangling King Zhao Yi, and he could not be called ugly, but bloated.

The horse's back was bumping, and his delicate and almost cumbersome attire couldn't cover his fat body trembling.

And behind the bloody horse, followed by a green horse. The knight was an old man in gray with a haggard face and a knife-like gaze.

There was a servant under the two horses. After the horses stopped, the man quickly stood on tiptoe and whispered to the master, pointing at Xu Zhihu, Qingniao and Shu Shuo.

As for Miss Hehe and Er Qiao, who were a bit young and immature, and Xu Weixiong, who was relatively mediocre in appearance, they were gorgeously ignored.

Wen Hua, who dared to kill the cavalry soldiers of the Peregrine Falcon Battalion, was even more ignored.

This is true for slaves, not to mention the fat man.

He didn't look at Wen Hua from the beginning to the end, but just stared at Xu Zhihu and the girls, staring at the eyes as big as copper bells, and forgot to wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing the fat man's disgusting expression, Xu Zhihu's pretty face was as cold as frost, and he said coldly: "I want twenty catties, just throw it into the river to feed the fish, don't show it to me."

Li Fei snapped his fingers and said, "Okay, there are six sisters in total, don't lose anyone, each of you has 120 catties, a total of [-] catties."

After finishing speaking, he said to Wen Hua in front of him: "Have you heard Hua Zi? This is a technical job, can it be done well?"

Wen Hua scratched his head when he heard this, and said, "This job is a bit difficult, I really can't do it."

It's not that he can't fix it, he has no problem killing people, but he really can't do it when he kills people.

Li Fei curled his lips and said, "Look at you like that, okay, I'll come by myself in a while."

Seeing Li Fei and his party talking there as if nothing had happened, the fat man finally remembered to wipe away his salivating saliva carelessly.

Although he didn't understand the conversation of the few people, he didn't care about it. In the land of Guangling, anyone who dared to oppose him, even a god, would not be able to survive.

Immediately waved his fat hand and shouted: "Give it up."

That servant's greatest skill in this life is flattery and fawning.

Hearing the master's words, he changed his humble posture and straightened his back.

Turning around and looking at the group of Peregrine Falcon battalion cavalrymen who were not able to handle their affairs effectively, he cursed: "A bunch of useless bastards, didn't you hear His Royal Highness's words? Quickly, rob someone."

As many princes as there are in Liyang, there will naturally be as many princes.

Ninety-nine percent of the Gaoliang children who are related to the word Shizi are dudes, but most of the dudes are actually out of self-defilement, not real idiots.

Leaving aside Xu Fengnian, a fake dude, someone like Prince Jing'an's son Zhao Xun is already very promising.

But Zhao Piao, the son of Prince Guangling, is the only exception. He is a real idiot, a typical tiger father and dog son.

She didn't inherit the shady city of prey of Lao Tzu, the vassal king, but she was born out of blue because of her lust and gluttony.

Last year Zhao Biao fell in love with the daughter-in-law of a sheriff, and chased her for two counties, and finally led a group of hawks, dogs and vicious slaves to break in, just to settle things in other people's houses.

The incident got to the King of Guangling, and as a result, Zhao Yi killed Zhao Yi on the spot with a jade ruyi.

A stern speech officer who went to the capital to file a complaint was blocked and killed just as he left the house. Zhao Yi and Zhao Biao's father and son's domineering, can it not make people feel chilling?

The so-called natural justice is clear, and the retribution is not good. Wouldn't this hit the iron plate today?

Facing the charge of Thirty Cavalry, Wen Hua chose to take the initiative to attack, and before the opponent's horses charged up completely, his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared, he was already behind the two leading riders, and the Deli sword in his hand had already wiped the neck of the fourth rider.

And when he cut the neck of the No. 7 cavalry, the first two cavalry fell off their horses.

The pawns had fallen off their horses, but the horses were still charging forward. The little Zhao Xuansu raised a small palm and pointed at the horses.

"Boom bang bang..."

The war horses crashed into an invisible wall one after another, and fell into a ball. The position was still three or four feet away from Xu Fengnian and his party.

The pupils of the gray-clothed old man who looked like a master constricted violently. Whether it was Wen Hua's performance or the scene created by Zhao Xuansu, he understood something.

He said quickly: "My son, go, these people..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his head fell down without warning, and the blood spurted from his cavity splashed Zhao Piao's face.

No one knew what happened, or even who did it.

Only Xu Fengnian and his party noticed that Li Fei waved his sword slightly after the head of the gray-clothed old man fell.

Even though he was an idiot, he wasn't too stupid after all. Fatty turned his horse's head and ran away without saying a word, leaving the green hills behind, so he was not afraid of not having a wife.

The horse did run away, but the fat man found that he stayed where he was, and was not taken away by the BMW horse that only had a hundred or so horses in Liyang.

At this moment, he was suspended in mid-air, and he couldn't even move a finger on his whole body, and he didn't fall to the ground.

Without him on the back of the bloody BMW, he ran like a hoof like the wind, and disappeared in a flash.

Controlled by a mysterious force, Zhao Piao turned around in mid-air, just in time to see the young man who looked like a knight-errant passing by the last cavalry pawn and landed on the ground.

Wen Hua raised his head, looked at Zhao Biao with pity in his eyes, then turned around and walked back.

Zhao Biao felt that his heart was trembling, and Wen Hua's eyes made him feel bad.

The next moment, he flew towards the Guangling River. People who didn't know the inside story saw this scene and thought that the prince of Guangling was some kind of super expert.

But the next moment they realized something was wrong, because Zhao Biao was "slimming down" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if he was being sliced ​​into pieces by an invisible sharp blade. The expensive clothes made by Su Zaogong on his body turned into rags in an instant, and the fat on his body fell off piece by piece.

Blood surged out, staining the surface of the river red, and Zhao Piao, who had been speechless before, could suddenly speak.

The son of the fat pig was crying and howling like ghosts and wolves, stretching his teeth and claws, dancing with his hands and feet above the Guangling River, but he was always floating there, neither falling nor moving.

And with the movement of his limbs, the flesh and blood on his body still couldn't stop falling, and he lost a whole circle of weight in a short while.

The common people and wealthy families who were watching the tide by the river finally broke into a commotion, and they fled away from the river in horror as if they had seen a ghost.

No one knew what happened, or even what caused this scene.

After a while, Zhao Piao gradually stopped howling and did not move. The weight of more than three hundred catties was now less than two hundred catties.

With more than 100 catties of flesh cut off and a lot of blood lost, no one can survive.

Zhao Biao's bloody corpse fell into the river with a plop.

No one has the slightest sympathy for him. It is absolutely not an exaggeration for Zhao Yi, father and son, to be hacked into pieces.

Apart from being loyal to the current emperor, they are of no use to the world, and on the contrary, they have committed many crimes.

When Xu Fengnian saw that Li Fei had dealt with Zhao Piao, he greeted him nonchalantly, "Let's go to Dayanji to watch the tide."

……

According to the laws of the Liyang clan and vassals, the king does not see the king. In fact, both inside and outside the court know that the so-called seven vassal kings, the only ones who can really challenge the king of Beiliang are Yan Chi Wang and Guang Ling Wang.

In addition to the majestic navy, Guangling still has a considerable number of elite cavalry.

Among them, the [-] personal guards backing the Kui army are the elite among the elite, as fast as an arrow, and fighting like a thunderbolt, which is not far behind the Beiliang iron cavalry.

Zhao Yi has worked hard in Guangling for 20 years, and he has accumulated a lot of power. In Beiliang, some people dare to scold Xu Xiao in the street, but they will not lose their lives.

But in Guangling Road, don't talk about scolding Zhao Yi, but when people from the Guangling Palace bully you, the smile on your face is not sincere enough.

Zhao Yi never dreamed that someone would dare to kill his eldest son in Guangling, right under his nose, and with a method like Ling Chi.

On the inspection platform of Dayanji, a big banner with the word Zhao fluttered in the river wind. The middle-aged man with a bloated figure was even more bloated than Zhao Piao. At this moment, his eyes were so squeezed by the fat that they could hardly keep their eyes open. About to crack.

"How courageous, how courageous, if I let you walk out of Guangling today, I will cut myself to pieces."

No matter how incompetent Zhao Piao is, no matter how he is a tiger father and dog son, he is also the son of Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling.

Eight thousand back Kui troops had already attacked, rushing towards the group of Beiliang barbarians who dared to kill his son.

Afraid that these [-] iron cavalry were not enough, he sent people to lead the tiger talisman to the camp in Guangling County, and dispatched [-] fine cavalry to encircle and suppress them.

In fact, when Li Fei and his party first entered Guangling, the secret agents of the palace had already sent back the news.

It was not for nothing that Zhao Piao went to provoke him. Others don't know the hidden thoughts of the man in the capital, so how could Zhao Yi not know?
Beiliang is powerful, like a giant python occupying the northern border, the only fatal seven inches is that there are only two sons under King Xu Zi.

The youngest son Xu Longxiang is an idiot, as long as the eldest son Xu Fengnian dies, within 20 years Beiliang will fall apart and the Zhao Dynasty will be stable.

Zhao Yi never expected that Xu Fengnian and his party would be so stubborn that they dared to directly kill Zhao Piao who was going to provoke him, and he still used such cruel methods.

He guessed that Xu Fengnian must have someone to rely on, but he didn't believe it. There are only a few people in this world who can kill his tens of thousands of masters.

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In the original plot, Li Chungang pierced two thousand and six armors with a sword on the banks of the Guangling River, but because of this, he was almost exhausted, and it didn't take long for him to "open the mountain" for the rivers and lakes.

But now, looking at the [-]-back army rushing in like a tide, Xu Fengnian smacked his lips and said, "There are only so few people, how do we divide them?"

Li Fei glanced at him speechlessly, and said, "It's almost enough, do you really want to kill all the Guangling Army?"

"It's enough to kill Zhao Yi and his son. The Guangling army still has to deal with Xichu's wandering spirits. Let's see Jiang Ni's face. It's not good to fight with those wandering spirits. They can't really make them succeed in restoring the country."

"It's hard to unify the world, and when the time comes, there will be another Chu country, what's the matter? You still want to play a tripartite confrontation?"

"Besides, Jiang Ni has really become the Empress of the Chu Kingdom. You want to marry her back home. Are you dreaming?"

Xu Fengnian said with a sneer: "That's all I said, why are you so serious? I won't talk nonsense with you, if you don't make a move, then... what are you talking about? The flying dragon is riding on your face."

After speaking, he pointed towards the sky, and Chun Lei, who was unparalleled in sharpness and relatively high in lethality, flew out.

Xu Fengnian made seals with both hands, and shouted: "Haotian is upright, ten thousand swords fly together."

Wen Hua and Qingniao also made the same movements as him. In an instant, tens of thousands of knives, tens of thousands of swords, and tens of thousands of guns appeared in the sky.

The eight-thousand-backed cavalry who were charging suddenly felt the sky darken. When they looked up and saw the scene in the sky, they couldn't help but turn pale in shock.

Zhao Xuansu looked up at the sky in a daze, and murmured: "Lao Li, this is much more spectacular than you borrowing the swords of the whole city to fight against the monster king."

Li Chungang said sourly: "What is this? If there are tens of thousands of swords here, I can still make such a big show."

Li Fei glanced at him amusedly, this old boy looked like an old man, but actually looked more like a kid than Zhao Xuansu.

Hong Xixiang sighed: "Even if I can take the head thousands of miles away, I can't play such a scene."

Deng Tai'a looked at the two of them without saying a word, suddenly he also felt that his twelve pocket flying swords seemed really hard to handle.

In an instant, the tens of thousands of swords and swords in the sky came down like a torrential rain.

In fact, the most correct way to use this technique should be to control the magic weapon, form a river of sharp blades, and fly to a position parallel to the army to wash over, so as to cause the greatest killing effect.

But at this moment, it is completely unnecessary, because there are only eight thousand targets, but there are tens of thousands of sharp blades. Whether it is a long river of sharp blades rushing, or shooting down from the sky, there will only be one result.

After the torrential rain fell, the banks of the Guangling River flowed into rivers of blood, which could not be washed away by the surging tide.

The [-]-back Kui army and the horses they rode were all killed in a few breaths, and no one survived.

The Dayanji reviewing platform was dead silent, and Zhao Yi's mind was even more blank at this time.

The Wu family's sword tomb broke ten thousand riders with nine swords, and was regarded as a legend for a long time.

What is this scene in front of you?myth?

Not long after, a group of people walked up to Dayanji, Xu Fengnian swept past several people present with a half-smile on his face.

There are not many people on the reviewing stand, there are only three people in total.

A fat middle-aged man who was not much heavier than Zhao Piao was obviously Guangling King Zhao Yi.

A thin monkey-like old man with wicked eyebrows and mustaches, but he is the chief staff member of Guangling Palace.

There is also a middle-aged general with a handsome appearance and a jade tree facing the wind standing with his sword.

Lu Shengxiang, commander of the cavalry, and an old general under Gu Jiantang's command, first went to Luzhou on a snowy night in the spring and autumn, and then rode thousands of horses across Dongyue.

He used troops treacherously, and was especially good at using a small number of elite cavalry to carry out thousands of miles of raids, winning by surprise, and the Eastern Vietnam subjugated. Half of the meritorious service should be counted on the head of Lu Shengxiang.

Lu Shengxiang, who was born in the Han nationality, has a good reputation both in the army and among scholars, but for some reason he always stays in Guangling.

"Uncle Wang, do you have any last words?"

(End of this chapter)