But Murong Hao never thought that although Le Chan's father was in good health, he was not able to deal with it.

Le Chan's father suddenly moved and said coldly: "You father and son are really planning to rebel."

He looked angry and stepped on his feet. In the blink of an eye, he went around to Murong Hao's left and slapped at Murong Hao's face.

Murong Hao was shocked, his wrist turned, and the tip of the sword stabbed his palm.

Le Chan's father suddenly turned his hand and pulled his palm away, and he steadily pinched Murong Hao's sword blade with two fingers, and his sleeves were constantly swaying.

Duanshan Zhiyou is enjoying freely. He became famous in the martial arts world at about twenty years old. He became famous in the 56th thief, the thief of the thirty-fingered master list, and became famous. He fought alone in the martial arts world with his own strength and killed the nine ghosts of the river and mountains at the land temple at the foot of the river and mountains, and ranked 37th on the master list. Although he was hiding in the rivers and lakes, he was unable to see any traces and his ranking gradually decreased, his reputation was always praised by the people in the rivers and lakes.

Although Murong Hao is a rising star in the martial arts world in Leizhou, how can he be a free opponent?

As soon as the sword blade was pinched by Le Wufeng, he knew that he had hit the iron plate and exclaimed: "You still have martial arts skills?"

Le Wugong had a cold face and did not answer.

The bright sword blade suddenly broke between his fingers, and the sword tip whizzed out from above, piercing straight into Murong Hao's head.

Murong Hao stared at his eyes, fell back, and died with his eyes open.

He didn't even dare to think about the hand of the broken sword with his finger. Even his father did not have such skills.

Murong Chuan was still raging among the soldiers and rushed towards Le Chan who was blocked outside very quickly.

Yue Peng had already dismounted and used his gun to attack Murong Chuan with his soldiers, but he could only resist. He was not good at his skills. Although the Yue family's shooting skills were exquisite, they were more suitable for fighting on the battlefield. They pursued sweeping across the eight wildernesses. Fighting with an old martial arts like Murong Chuan was a shortcoming. If you talk about the exquisiteness of the moves, it was obvious that the martial arts in the martial arts world were much better than that in the martial arts world.

Fortunately, Lechan was no longer so anxious when she saw her father killing Murong Chuan.

She took two steps back, gritted her teeth, but suddenly picked up a sword from the ground and attacked Murong Chuan.

At this moment, her mind was full of shame and anger, and she felt that Murong Chuan and his son had deceived her and their father in great pain. If the emperor had not arrived, she would have been afraid that she would have married into the tiger's den and still did not know. What she hated the most were those unfaithful and unrighteous people. Whenever she thought of the words that Zhao Da said that Xiulin Castle plotted to assassinate, she would be unable to stop her anger.

But when she attacked with a sword like this, Murong Chuan was happy.

He wielded his sword and stabbed several soldiers to death. Murong Chuan's face was twisted, and the long sword in his hand burst out of plum blossoms. He pushed away the tip of Le Chan's sword and stabbed her throat.

"Don't hurt my daughter!"

A loud shout sounded at the entrance of the hall.

When Le Wugong saw this scene, his eyes were about to break, his blue shirt was bulging, and he squeezed his hands and broke his sword and threw it towards Murong Chuan.

Murong Chuan was shocked by the shouting, and looked back a little. The afterglow caught a cold light. He didn't care about Le Chan and hurriedly returned to his sword to block it.

With a tingling sound, the broken sword fell to the ground.

Murong Chuan's face changed slightly, and as his sleeves robe swelled, he felt a little numb with his right hand.

Why is his skill still there?

Seeing Murong Hao's body lying at the door of the hall again, with the sword tip on his forehead, he suddenly raised his head and shouted wildly.

The sword wind was rippling, and he was like a whirlwind, and in an instant, he forced the dozens of soldiers surrounding him to retreat.

Although he has many women, he only has the only son Murong Hao.

His eyes were red and he stared at Le Wugong. Murong Chuan suddenly jumped up, strode out, and ran towards the wall.

Yue Peng was already embarrassed and led his soldiers to chase and kill him.

Le Wufeng's dark yellow face turned flushed. He coughed twice, but he didn't do anything again.

His old illness was injured and he had already damaged his roots and bones, but he could not overactivate his internal force.

Murong Chuan was covered in blood and ran and killed while running, and he rushed out of blood until he reached the corner of the wall.

Then, he turned around and swept his sword, forcing the weapons of Yue Peng and others who were approaching, flew up, and in the blink of an eye, he swept over the wall.

Immediately, countless arrows roared towards him.

But seeing the long sword in his hand dancing like a waterfall, they all pushed the arrows away, jumped off the wall, and could no longer see anyone.

Zhao Dongting looked at all this coldly without saying a word.

There were countless soldiers surrounded outside the wall, and he didn't think Murong Chuan could run away.

So what if you fly over the eaves and walk around the walls?

Who can be the enemy of so many armies?

Unfortunately, the improved muskets have not yet become standard. Otherwise, there would be a musket team, no matter how high his martial arts are, he would only be beaten into a sieve.

There was a shout of killing outside the wall.

There were already countless corpses in front of the hall, with tables and chairs scattered, and wine mixed with blood spreading on the ground, emitting a disgusting smell.

A disciple from Xiulin Castle wanted to rush to the front of Zhao Dongting to death. Before he could even close to ten meters, he was shot into a hedgehog by arrows.

The dozens of meters in front of Zhao Dongting became a vacuum area.

When the Flying Dragon Army first showed its power, it was fighting against the disciples of Xiulin Castle alone, and most of them were not at a disadvantage.

Le Chan was finally able to return to her father, hurriedly supported Le Wuqian's hand and said, "Father, are you okay?"

Le Wuchen sighed and said, "I didn't expect that their father and son were so human-faced and beastly. He almost harmed you for his father."

Le Chan just shook her head, but there was a bit of bitterness in her eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she didn't know how to face Zhao Dongting again.

I was actually asking him so aggressively just now.

I almost got involved with the wolf, what qualifications do I have to ask him?

Le Wuchen wanted to go to Le Wu, but he felt his eldest daughter's feet pinned to the ground, and he was slightly confused and stopped moving.

Zhao Da brought dozens of flying dragon troops to protect the father and daughter.
Chapter completed!