There is a very outstanding person in Kyoto, not because of his literary talent or how high his martial arts are. His most powerful thing is that he can turn beautiful fireworks into very dangerous bombs in the use of gunpowder.

The Fire Rain Meteor is his most proud masterpiece. He has killed many people more than once, and those people are unforgivable prisoners in the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Xia Tianzi did not allow such a thing to happen, and the Minister of Justice repeatedly warned that the person behind him had repeatedly indulged him, so not many people said anything. After all, those dead people were all unpardoned people with no relatives and no reason.

Chunyu Hong was left behind, and his unique skill, Fire Rain Meteor.

"It shouldn't be a problem to die a dozen people in a day. Dozens of people have died during the day, and it's not bad for these people at night. If you go together, will I solve the problem one by one?"

Chunyu Hong's martial arts are not good. He is described as a martial arts realm. However, he has just reached the level of Mingxin. What he is most powerful is his first-handed fire.

"Chunyu Hong, we have been in Kyoto for so many years, and we also know that you have a reputation and that you are very fluent in playing first-hand. But do you think you can surpass my sword quickly?"

Yan Qikuan has no favoritism for this very conceited guy. This person who enjoys killing can no longer be considered a human being.

"You can try it, but you only have a sword, and my fire is everywhere. Even if you have high martial arts skills, you don't have the ability to resist the flames you are there, right?"

Chunyu Hong's light and cruel eyes were completely ignored in the night sky. The purple lightning sword turned into a purple lightning bolt, which had already flew out of Yan Qikuan's hands.

Chunyu Hong was wearing a robe. I couldn't see what was hidden on him, nor did I know how fat he was. Even Yan Qikuan, who had also lived in Kyoto for a long time, I didn't know whether he was a fat man or a thin man.

The purple lightning sword passed through Chunyu Hong's body and landed on the wall behind him.

The moonlight in the night sky lights them up, illuminating the people on the street, allowing them to see each other's faces and know what expression they have.

Chunyu Hong looked at Yan Qikuan with a stiff expression. His eyes couldn't see clearly what he was going to express, but the following words were a little inconsistent with his expression.

"It's a very powerful sword, but it's useless to me. If you don't have anyone else to take action, just stay here."

Under the moonlight, a rain fell from the sky, a heavy rain. To be precise, it was not rain, it seemed to appear out of thin air.

Yu Qing touched the face and couldn't see clearly. However, the feeling from the tips of his fingers would not go wrong. This is something that burns when it comes to fire.

"Hide quickly and don't fall on Mars."

Yu Qing hurriedly reminded him, but his reminder was a little too late. Chunyu Hong had an extra fire note and a lit fire note in his hand.

The tincture oil also fell on him. When he encountered the burning fire slicing, his whole body had already burned, like a walking fire man.

"It really surprised me. It turns out that Chunyu Hong is just a puppet man. I thought I could really avoid the Purple Lightning Sword. I wonder how long you can burn it after using the iron sheet?"

Fang Yan had already climbed up from behind, and at this time his body was full of tincture oil, and flames seemed to spread around Chunyu Hong's body.

"You burned a street in Kyoto and you made a lot of money to kill me, but you probably didn't expect that I am also a person who is not afraid of fire, a person who is really not afraid of fire."

Fang Yan walked in the tinder rain and waded through the oncoming flames. The flames floated under his feet and burned along his clothes. In an instant, he became a fire man.

"How can I use those opportunistic things for performances? The flames under your feet are real, and you will definitely die today."

Chunyu Hongxiao's voice was so loud that the laughter came to an abrupt end. A person walked out of the alley behind Huo Ren opposite Fang Yan. He was holding a person in his hand, and a person with panic in his eyes.

"You are from the court. Although I don't mind helping them kill you, I still don't want to kill the court officials in private. You should hand your life to the people from the Ministry of Justice."

Leng Xiaobai saw that he had become a fire man, but actually laughed. Before the fire rain meteor appeared, he had already moved. Except for the man with turmeric oil, the others were covered with water. The flames spread to Fang Yan's feet had stopped. The flames on his body were also the tricks of artists.

He was not strong enough and came to the side. In order to scare the enemy in danger, Fang Yan had already prepared this kind of thing.

The matter ended, because of the appearance of a person. Leng Xiaobai threw Chunyu Hong on the ground, walked out on the other side and dragged him away.

"Your Lord Shangshu's illness should be cured. If you don't have a satisfactory reply to this matter, don't blame me for being rude. The black hat on his head cannot be preserved by just one disease."

Leng Xiaobai said to the two people, but the two people didn't say anything, dragging Chunyu Hong, who had fainted, away.

Fang Yan took off his clothes outside and threw them on the ground. The flames were extinguished, and the things that could pretend to be flames were almost burned.

"You are Hongyun's people, go back and tell her that I'm here with my second brother, don't worry."

Leng Xiaobai bypassed Fang Yan and said to Yaoguang and the seven others.

If Hongyun hadn't found him in Youqin Pavilion, he wouldn't have thought that the Eighth Prince would have sent Chunyu Hong out. If those were really all tincture oil, even those who were powerful people could not stop the burning of the flames. He wouldn't want these people to explain this here, especially Fang Yan was also among them.

"yes."

Seeing the seven people leaving, Fang Yan looked at Leng Xiaobai with admiration.

"Yes, Xiaobai, the wife's people are so powerful. Wouldn't your people be against the will of heaven?"

When Fang Yan said that, he looked at Yan Qikuan who was going to get the purple lightning sword and Yu Qing who also took off the clothes outside. He could see clearly the methods of these two people just now. If it weren't for those hateful fire, the three-legged sword would have solved the puppet man.

"It's not as good as you, I have to use my people when playing chess. Are you going to use our whole family next time?"

Leng Xiaobai pretended to be angry.

"Not to mention these things, it's too late, it's so cold outside, so let's go back first. If you go to the palace, don't bother with meals or something. I'm about to starve to death."

It was not just a matter of starvation, but he almost lost his life this time. However, the Eighth Prince behind him actually wanted to stir up the conflict between him and Xia Tianzi. Did he really think that the one in the palace was so easy to fool?

(End of this chapter)
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