Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1140 Xiao Tingchen half kneeling in the ruins
The ancient black knife plunged straight into the soil.

Xiao Tingchen supported his fractured right arm and retreated quickly, his face was like gold paper, and he was sweating coldly because of the severe pain.

Ming Ming smiled kindly, "I heard that Emperor Dayong is the most brave, why did he also engage in a sneak attack?"

Xiao Tingchen raised his lips and smiled, with a sarcasm: "As long as you can win, what is a sneak attack? Don't you bully me, a junior, just because of your age?"

Ming Ming raised his white eyebrows, as if he hadn't expected that this guy, who was in pain to the marrow, was able to talk and laugh like a tongue.

Xiao Tingchen continued casually: "Although I am far away in the Central Plains, I have heard of the prestige of Patriarch Chonglou. You really deserved your reputation in the battle tonight. In my heart, there is only one master in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you. If you want to select If you are number one in the world, then you can only choose between you and the master. I am just curious, is it your martial arts that surpass the world, or the master who is the best at chess? Or, you go to Tianlan Mountain to discuss kung fu with my master? Tonight Huaijin is here to apologize to you for being a fool of the younger generation. Huaijin will pay for the rebuilding of the destroyed tower, and Huaijin is willing to bear the medical expenses of your apprentice."

He stretched out his sleeves and bowed in a bow, with a radiant posture.

Ming Ming twitched the corner of his mouth.

This is the legendary Emperor Dayong?
If he can't beat him, why don't he just divert the water to the east and tell him to harm his master?

And the kung fu of flattering, it's amazing!

However, he is so resilient, and his state of mind is beyond ordinary people. It can be seen that it is not unreasonable for a concubine in Jinling City to pass all the way to become an emperor, and even annex countries one after another.

As a junior, he is indeed outstanding and worthy of his admiration.

But for Ghost Prison, such a man is too terrifying as an enemy.

Weeds must be rooted out!
Ming Ming raised his golden whisk and smiled, "There are talents from generation to generation. Tonight, the poor monk has learned the lesson."

He smiled kindly, but Xiao Tingchen was always on guard.

From the corner of his eye, he stared closely at the old monk. The moment his words fell to the ground, he keenly noticed that the old man had murderous intent, and the majestic true energy was poured into the golden whisk. Suddenly hit him!

"tomb!"

Xiao Tingchen snapped.

In an instant, countless Tianshu dark guards poured out from all directions, like shooting stars in the dark night, their long swords refracted the cold light, like weaving a net of swords, lights, swords and shadows, they suddenly gathered towards Chonglou Patriarch.

Taking advantage of their delay, Xiao Tingchen suddenly returned to the tomb, staring at the battle situation with his eyes fixed, "Bandage."

Tomb was slightly startled.

She glanced at Xiao Tingchen's severely fractured right arm, frowned, but still took a wooden stick without saying a word, and quickly bandaged and fixed the wound for him.

She saw that her master didn't seem to feel any pain, and even though the range of motion of his right arm was limited, he still raised the two swords again and joined the battle without hesitation.

"The way you look at him doesn't seem to be looking at his lover..."

A weak voice suddenly sounded.

The tomb looked down.

She was sitting at the corner of the second floor of the pagoda. On the ground below, Ning Xiaolou was lying in a pool of blood, smiling at her with narrowed eyes.

His jade-colored brocade robe was stained red with blood, and his eyes were complex and feminine, which he couldn't read.

She sneered, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Old love meets new love, of course we have to compare carefully..." Ning Xiaolou sat up with difficulty, "To be honest, your kung fu has improved a lot. Considering your talent, you need to use your best in the past 13 years , to have such excellent kung fu. Shi, you are very serious in order to return to the ghost prison and kill me."

"It's been 13 years since we parted, and I don't want to kill you all the time." Tomb said in a deep voice, "Also, don't call me Ashi anymore, it's disgusting."

"Kill me to relieve hatred..." Ning Xiaolou smiled lowly, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, with a playful expression, "But Shi, I'm right here, sitting here with serious injuries... ...Do you dare to kill?"

A man's gentle words are like provocation.

Tomb's hand holding the knife tightened suddenly.

At this point, the battle situation.

Relying on the assistance of countless Tianshu hidden guards, Xiao Tingchen brandished a pair of knives, and his figure turned into an afterimage, almost attacking Chonglou Patriarch with all his strength.

His peach blossom eyes were bloodshot and terrifying, he knew very well that Patriarch Chonglou had murderous intentions towards him, and he would never let them leave alive!

Standing against the wall is the only chance of survival!
Facing attacks from all directions, the old monk still smiled brightly.

He flicked his fly whisk in a calm manner, repelling more than a dozen hidden guards as easily as if driving away rabbits, and sat cross-legged on the spot in a leisurely manner, "Amitabha, so good..."

The hidden guards fell one by one, and Xiao Tingchen's figure was already in front of him!

The two knives were unsheathed at the same time, bringing out a sharp and seductive dark light, just like the momentary brilliance of the sun leaping out of the horizon!

Life's true energy poured into the blade, and the two long knives vibrated and trembled at the same time. They even cut through the air and time and space, and wrapped in endless chill, they chopped down on the old monk's head with an indomitable momentum!
Everyone looked at the battlefield.

Tianshu's hidden guards thought they would see the scene of the old man's head being smashed and his brains flowing. After all, their master is so brave and good at fighting, and there is almost no master who can match him in the world.

But it didn't...

The benevolent looking old monk raised his hand unhurriedly, and easily grasped the blade!
His hands are old and thin, and they seem to be strong and soft, but Xiao Tingchen's blade can't drop half an inch...

Xiao Tingchen's eyes were bloodshot.

He could feel the weak whine of the long knife, just like the sadness and despair when life was lost rapidly.

Soon, there was a slight cracking sound in the torrential flames of war. He could see countless tiny cracks spreading on the blade with his naked eyes. In an instant, the two treasured swords he personally forged broke!
His true energy was blown back, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, and he slammed out fiercely!
The golden dust whisk, like tarsal maggots, followed closely!

Xiao Tingchen smashed half of the pagoda in embarrassment, and the whisk turned into a sharp sword, and attacked him mercilessly!

It is the dawn.

The soft golden sun emerges from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and casts its radiance on the earth.

Xiao Tingchen half-knelt among the ruins, covered in blood, weakly looking at Fuchen who was close at hand.

Could it be that this time, I have to confess my life here?
Even though he may live forever, when his body is destroyed, it will take decades or even longer to grow back. Without him, what would Su Xiaojiu do?

Yan Hong's beautiful thin lips curled up a hint of sarcasm, and he said softly, "Yuan Cheng."

There was a cold sigh in the wind.

In the next moment, a powerful and piercing aura suddenly rose into the sky!

The black figure stood in front of Xiao Tingchen in an instant, and the ancient knife was drawn out. The man smiled disdainfully and contemptuously, and repelled the golden whisk in a smart and neat manner!
(End of this chapter)