The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Zhao Tong's eyes flickered, and he slowly lifted up from the old man and Yuan Ji, and then dropped to Yuan Jing again.

His eyes wandered, looking Yuan Jing up and down. Although Yuan Jing was covered at the moment, only a pair of eyes were exposed, but the tight night clothes wrapped her body, highlighting her beautiful figure, which made him purse his lips slightly.

Zhao Tong showed an ambiguous smile: "Why don't Concubine Jing take off her veil and show her true colors... It's not like I have never seen her before!"

As soon as he said this, Yuanshen and Yuanji didn't realize anything. They just knew that they had met each other before and knew each other's true appearance.

But Yuan Jing knew that this was not what Zhao Tong was talking about at all. This evil villain had evil intentions, was obscene and shameless, and there was something in his words, and he was teasing her!

That night, there was a fierce battle on Roulang Mountain. This thief was highly skilled in martial arts but had despicable methods. He tore her clothes in many places, and he saw everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen.

Moreover, he was good at palm martial arts, including claw and fingering techniques. He scratched and pinched them, and he took advantage of them!
  Thinking of this, Yuan Jing couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and anger in his heart. He wished he could kill the evil thief opposite him with a thousand knives immediately.

"Zhao Tong, you are about to die, and you don't know it, yet you dare to speak rudely!" Yuan Jing said angrily.

Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes, and sure enough, his identity was revealed, and the other party already knew who he was, but it didn't matter. As long as he killed them all, and then sent them to Xingqing Mansion, all those who resisted were killed and their bones were broken. It doesn't matter if you don't know who he is!

It’s just that you don’t know, knowing is even better. When the time comes, he will destroy Xixia with force and iron, and then go north to the prairie, drink horses and flow at the Flower River, expedition to the Liao and Jin Dynasties, go to the capital with his sword, and attack Huanglong Mansion!
  "Hahaha!" Zhao Tong couldn't help but feel proud when he thought of this, and laughed loudly: "Yuan Jing, since you know that this king is coming to Huizhou, if you don't kneel down and beg for surrender quickly, you can't say that I will pity you and take you away. Isn't it better to serve than to follow that barbarian Li Qianshun? I heard that you were not favored when you entered the Xixia court. You didn't even give birth to a baby, but you have no worries. It's not too late to abandon the dark and turn to the light. I don't dislike you. You just need to surrender. Come here, I will make you the king of the county."

"You, you, you..." Although he was hostile and knew that the other party's nonsense was disturbing his mind, Yuan Jing still did not expect that Zhao Tong would say such harsh words. This was simply a rogue act and rogue words. How could he be like a country? All the prince can do.

She was so angry that her face turned pale. Although she was wearing a scarf and could not be seen, her eyes were extremely cold. She wanted to go forward and kill this evil thief immediately, and then chop him into pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"What am I!" Zhao Tong took a step forward and said unhappily: "Why don't you kneel down and beg for surrender? Are you not willing to surrender to me?"

"Evil thief!" Yuan Jing said angrily: "I am the daughter of the dignified Yuan family and the imperial concubine of the Great Xia Kingdom. How could I surrender to a shameless and despicable person like you? Don't have such a big dream!"

Zhao Tong immediately sneered after hearing this: "What daughter of the Yuan family is nothing more than a barbarian, a nomadic herdsman, a native of a land with barren mountains and harsh waters. As for your so-called Daxia Kingdom, in the eyes of this king, it is just a small Hexi A tribe, a tribe in the wilderness, has been established for less than a hundred years, how can we talk about being an emperor? Yelang is arrogant, a frog in the well, it is so ridiculous that it makes me laugh to death!"

"You, you, you thief..." Yuan Jing was so angry that he was shaking all over. He didn't expect that this evil thief would be so arrogant and arrogant. He would not say bad words to himself, but he would also insult the Yuan family and the Daxia Kingdom. thing.

"Yuan Jing, I advise you not to be ignorant of good and evil. If you surrender to me and serve me, you can still save your life. If you don't know how to praise me, huh!" Zhao Tong took another step forward: "Don't blame me for being ruthless and ruthless. Destroy the flowers, and it will be too late for you to regret it!"

Hearing this, Yuan Jing gritted her teeth and trembled slightly. Even though she had superb martial arts skills and a noble status, she was only a woman after all, and she was no older than Zhao Tao. How could she be scolded and humiliated like this? She burst into tears. His eyes were spinning, and with a flick of his wrist, a cold steel hook appeared, and he was about to go over and fight Zhao Tong.

At this moment, the Yuan Shen next to him said: "Let me come to this person."

Yuan Jing turned around and looked: "Ancestor?"

Yuanshen nodded and said: "You are no match for him. Take care of Yuanji and let me deal with him."

"I'm not his opponent?" Yuan Jing was unwilling to admit it in his heart. After all, both of them were half-step masters. How could he not be the opponent of this evil thief!
  But she couldn't admit it, because she really couldn't defeat this evil thief. This evil thief had so many tricks, dirty tricks, and insidious cruelty that it was difficult for her to withstand him.

"He is the Grand Master, you are no match." Yuanshen said calmly.

"Grand master?" Yuan Jing was stunned when he heard this. A few days ago, this evil thief was only half-stepped. How could he become a grand master in such a short time? Could it be that it was already in this state at that time? No, no, if he had been the Grand Master at that time, he would not have been able to escape from Roulang Mountain, and he would have been killed by the opponent in the mountain.

Was he promoted during this period? Thinking of this, Yuan Jing's eyes couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and she clenched her teeth even tighter.

She is the true number one genius of the Yuan family. Yuan Ji is far inferior to her. Even the ancestor of the Yuan family was not at such a level when he was so young. Even her master, Tantai Changye, the current master of the Palace of Divine Birds, In terms of martial arts qualifications, she is somewhat inferior to her. At her age, she is still only a master, not a half-step.

And this traitor Zhao Tong, who looks about the same age as her, has achieved the position of Grand Master! That was a great master, the pinnacle of martial arts pursued by warriors throughout the ages. It was the lifelong dream of countless geniuses. Many geniuses never took this step even after exhausting their years.

There are only a few great masters in their twenties since ancient times, and all of them are ancestor-like figures passed down to future generations. How could this traitor be allowed to achieve this!

Yuan Jing was extremely angry, but there was nothing she could do, because when Zhao Tong was still half a step away, she was no longer her opponent, and now she was even more incapable of beating him.

Looking at the conversation between the two, Zhao Tong couldn't help but frown: "Old man, are you the ancestor of the Yuan family?"

Yuanshen looked at him with an expressionless face, but there was no carelessness in his heart and he was very cautious.

A great master in his twenties, what kind of talent does it take to achieve this? Yuanshen thought secretly, but he always felt that something was not right. He had been a grand master for many years and knew that this realm is not just about qualifications, but also requires accumulation. If he fails to accumulate, it will be like a canal without water, and everything is ready. But there was no east wind, so I was embarrassed and helpless.

Looking at the other person's age, does he have any accumulation? Definitely not! If you don't have one, how can you become a great master? !
  Yuan Shen was confused. He heard Zhao Tong's rude words and didn't want to pay attention. He just wanted to leave the prison as soon as possible. The other party was the Song Army coach. Who knows how many people were brought outside, and what was he doing in the military prison himself? Just to show off your martial arts skills?
  These questions rushed through Yuanshen's mind, but he had no time to think about the answers. There was only one thing to do at the moment, and that was to quickly defeat the opponent and then leave immediately.

"Old man, are you the grand master?" Zhao Tong looked at Yuanshen with disdain on his face. What grand master is not a grand master? They are all chickens and dogs, and they will all die!

Yuanshen didn't answer. He had practiced martial arts all his life and had been immersed in martial arts for more than a hundred years. He had countless battles and small battles. It could be said that he ate more salt than Zhao Tan ate rice. How could he be angered by his few words.

And although he was anxious to attack, he was also observing Zhao Tong's flaws. He wanted to gain an advantage as soon as he made a move. Masters would compete with each other and use lightning and flint. As long as he had the advantage, he would most likely complete the battle in a short time and decide the winner.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Zhao Tong was full of flaws and had no defense at all. He walked forward step by step, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Old man, I advise you to kneel down and surrender as soon as possible. , considering that you still have the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu, I cannot use you any more, otherwise you will be peeled off and stuffed with grass, and you will be shown to the public on the top of the city, and you will never be reincarnated!" Yuan Shen suddenly snorted coldly, even if he has Qi-nurturing Kung Fu. No matter how good he is, who dares to point his nose at him and scold him like this all these years? He was a great master, so even if the Emperor of Xixia was in front of him, as long as he was not a rebel, he would not insult him like this.

Zhao Tong took a few steps closer, but there were still flaws all over his body. The black and white eyebrows of Yuanshen suddenly rose up, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared in the cuffs, and it exploded towards Zhao Tong like thunder chasing lightning.

The flames were icy cold. Although they looked like fireworks, they were actually extremely cold. When they moved, they looked as beautiful as a big burning flower, but in fact there was no warmth at all.

Knife, this is the knife, this is the knife flame!
  Zhao Tong saw through the origin of the flame in just an instant. It turned out to be a fast and intense sword light.

"Bold!" He snorted coldly. When the sword light came in front of him, he did not retreat but instead advanced. A sword light swept out from his hand, and Mo Xie had already appeared outside.

The sword light and the sword flame collided together in an instant, making a harsh and unpleasant sound.

Mo Xie is a famous sword, and he has never met an opponent with the same sharpness, but this time he did not cut off the sword. Obviously, the sword in Yuanshen's hand is not ordinary.

Yuanshen was not surprised by this. After all, he knew that Zhao Tong was the prince of the Song Dynasty, and it was normal to have a treasured weapon in his hand. Even if his sword was powerful enough to cut iron like mud, it might not be able to destroy the opponent's weapon.

But these are not important. Since it is difficult to distinguish the upper and lower blades, it depends on the skill. The sword in Yuanshen's hand seems to be jumping in the void at this moment, exploding into clouds of sword flames, like blossoming cold fire lotus flowers, sealing Zhao Tao. up down left right.

His sword is also an ancient sword, but it is not a weapon handed down from the Central Plains. It has been passed down in the Western Regions. It was made into a sword during the Qin Dynasty. It traveled through the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions during the Han Dynasty. It passed through the hands of countless people for thousands of years and was finally adopted by Yuanshen. get.

This sword is also a famous sword, and it also has a name, called Flame Mountain!
  The name of the sword is Flame Mountain, killing people does not need to be counted, it has prestige in the West, and its reputation has been passed down for thousands of years.

At this moment, although the knife is cold and the flame of the knife is also cold, for some reason, the light of the knife always gives people the illusion of being hot.

Zhao Tong felt that the blast of sword flames should be extremely cold, but when he looked at it and felt in his heart, it seemed to be hot, as if it was burning and boiling.

There was a ferocious look on his face, and Moye's sword glowed in his hand. He did not dodge or dodge at all, and used the deadly sword move to kill towards the front.

Yuan Shen is a great master with many years of experience. He has faced countless enemies in his life, and has seen countless martial arts skills. Especially in the past twenty years, he has been to Persia, which has opened his eyes even more. There are many strange weapons there, which are not available in Liao, Song and Xia, and in the Western Regions. I didn’t see the Uighurs either. Not only did I gain a lot of knowledge, but I also gained greater adaptability.

He is the most familiar with swords. The sword is the one he has faced the most enemies in his life. In the world of hand-to-hand combat, traveling in rivers and lakes, there are only two things: swords and knives. Since he holds the sword, the most studied one in the past hundred years is how to break the sword.

He has supreme confidence in defeating any sword technique in the world. Even if he does not possess the martial arts of a great master, he never thinks that a sword is inferior to a sword. As long as he has a sword in his hand, he can defeat any sword technique in the world.

So when he saw Zhao Tong suddenly coming all the way with swordsmanship, he immediately exploded with sword flames and used the Eighteen Thunder Swordsman specially prepared by his family to deal with swordsmanship.

This sword technique is extremely heavy and thick. It is designed to suppress the erratic and flexible sword technique, which is as changeable as a thief.

But Zhao Tong's life-threatening sword is different from ordinary swordsmanship. Since it is named "Life-Destroying", in addition to being clever, it is more murderous and murderous. It moves forward indomitably, but it will be broken, not destroyed.

When he saw the layers of sword flames exploding in front of him, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. He stabbed out with the life-threatening sword technique, destroying the dead body and directly destroying it. Then the eleventh sword came out and struck at the soul in front of him.

Yuan Shen frowned slightly, already seeing that Zhao Tong's swordsmanship was very different from ordinary ones. Deep down, he was so domineering, killing people without death, and not the usual fast, cunning, erratic and ruthless swordsmanship.

Zhao Tong's eleventh sword at this moment is different from the ones used in the past. Although the eleventh sword in the past was also extremely powerful, it was never used at the grand master level. When the eleventh sword was used at the grand master level, he was immediately in the cell. A whirlwind blew up, filled with murderous aura, the sword was so cold, even the cold sword aura swept towards Yuan Jing's face, causing Yuan Jing to subconsciously take a step to the side.

The Flame Mountain sword in Yuanshen's hand is a strange-shaped sword, shaped like the blade of Changbing Qinglong Yanyue sword. There is a small flame-shaped blade on the top of the sword, which can also hurt the opponent in reverse direction.

When he saw the light of Zhao Tao's sword approaching, he immediately danced out a huge cluster of sword flames, like a brocade flower blooming on his chest, blocking Zhao Tao's eleventh fatal sword.

But Zhao Tong was only holding the sword with one hand at this moment, and without stopping with the other hand, he instantly changed five or six fingering methods, making a whistling sound like an eagle, and pointed at the soul.

Yuan Shen's fists and palms alternated, and in the blink of an eye, he and Zhao Yu exchanged several moves on their hands. Zhao Yutian raised his remaining leg again, half-body covered, with legs like a crescent moon. He exchanged legs and feet with Yuan Shen again, and then the sword style in his palm changed, killing his life. The twelfth sword comes out.

Just as a continuous loud "rumbling" sound was heard, this twelfth sword made twelve twists and turns, one sword slashing twelve times, fast and unpredictable.

Yuan Shen's body quickly retreated, and Zhao Tong's sword slashed horizontally and vertically, and even knocked down a nearby cage with a thick wooden fence.

Yuan Jing hurriedly dragged Yuan Ji and hid behind him. Zhao Tong laughed loudly: "Yuan Jing, don't try to escape. If you don't come over and kneel down to surrender, you will regret it later and cry for mercy!"

Yuan Jing refused to speak, so he spat and walked in. Zhao Tong's robes were fluttering in the wind, his face suddenly turned red, his eyebrows were raised, and his arms were shaking.

"Huh?" Yuanshen keenly noticed the change in Zhao Tong, and suddenly his heart moved, what's going on? Is there something wrong with this person?
  Yuanshen has been practicing martial arts for more than a hundred years and has rich experience. He immediately saw that something was wrong with Zhao Tong.

As soon as Zhao Tong used the twelve deadly swords, he immediately moved the thirteenth sword. The thirteenth sword was ready to be used, and he was eager to try it. This sword technique was full of violence and chaos. Zhao Tong had an accident in the supervisory room before. , his mind changed drastically, but he was suppressed by the beauty of a spear. He was not possessed yet, but at this moment he could no longer suppress it. As long as the thirteenth sword came out, he would be completely possessed.

The Yuanshen didn't know this, but only saw that something was wrong with Zhao Tong, and secretly thought, could it be that the opponent did not have enough accumulation, and forcibly attacked the Grand Master, causing the muscles and veins to become disordered and the Qi and blood to reverse? If this is the case, this is a great opportunity!
  As soon as he thought of this, his body flashed, and the mountain of flames in his palm seemed to burn completely, turning into a huge cold flame, white as the cold sun, directly wrapping him in it, and slammed forward...

(End of this chapter)