On February 19th, Zhao Tongpeng rushed to Feipeng Castle with a heavy gift.

On the seventh day of the third lunar month, this day is the birthday of King Wan Peng. For Zhao Tongpeng, nothing in the world is more important than this.

Zhao Tongpeng killed people like a slaughter, doing everything he could do. In most eyes, he was the one who should be killed. But in the eyes of King Wanpeng, Zhao Tongpeng was a subordinate who was worthy of cultivation. Although his abilities were not the best, he was loyal.

This loyalty has reached a level that anyone admires.

If King Wan Peng hopes that Zhao Tongpeng will die, Zhao Tongpeng will not frown.

Zhao Tongpeng has always believed that if there was no King Wanpeng, there would be no current self. He could die for King Wanpeng at any time, and he could also sacrifice for King Wanpeng's hegemony. King Wanpeng's affairs are more important than everything, even his own life.

So he must arrive at Feipeng Castle on the seventh day of the March 19th.

But he was destined to be unable to arrive at Feipeng Castle on the seventh day of the third lunar month, because Feng Wuhen, Meng Xinghun, and Ye Xiang set their sights on him.

Meng Xinghun and Ye Xiang are the real killers.

They don’t care about weapons when they kill people. They use whatever weapons they have. If there is no weapon, their fists can be weapons.

However, if you can choose a weapon, Ye Xiang will choose a long sword.

A long sword of at least three feet and seven inches.

Meng Xinghun will also choose a sword, but he will definitely choose a dagger.

Because daggers are so good at killing people.

In the sun, the sword emits a brilliant light.

Ye Xiang stared at the sword in his hand and said, "Swords are noble. People like me are not worthy of using swords, but I hope to use swords one day with dignity." A faint lazy smile appeared on his face: "I have always had a dream. I want to be a ranger and walk around the world, but it's a pity that I am a killer." His face was filled with a self-deprecating look.

Ye Xiang's face shows arrogance, an indescribable inferiority, and self-deprecating.

People are contradictory, and Ye Xiang is more contradictory than most people.

Meng Xinghun also drew his sword and sat on the rock in front of the hillside. He stared at the short sword in his hand like Ye Xiang, and said, "I'm different. I just want to never use a sword for my life. I just want to be an ordinary person."

Anyone who hears his words will be surprised.

When he kills people, he always takes the most ruthless and calmest moves. Many people think he is a natural killer. But who wants to get this natural killer and doesn't want to be a killer? No one wants to get it.

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "As long as we can succeed, no matter what you want to be, as long as we fail, we can only be dead."

Feng Wuhen's words were not nice at all, but brought Meng Xinghun and Ye Xiang closer to reality.

The dust was flying in the distance, and they immediately fought today.

They knew the goal was coming.

Feng Wuhen looked at the increasingly thicker smoke and dust, and his eyes emitted a dazzling light, his voice became extremely cold, and he said lightly: "According to the plan."

Zhao Tongpeng ran wildly on his horse.

He didn't care about the front of him at all. As long as he arrived at a small town ten miles ahead, there would naturally be people preparing to follow him with the fast horse.

He is not alone.

A person like him can't be one no matter when he goes out.

He didn't bring many people to this birthday party, only six in total.

These six people are all good players who have experienced many battles with Zhao Tongpeng. The most important thing is that they are absolutely loyal to Zhao Tongpeng. Just as Zhao Tongpeng is absolutely loyal to King Wanpeng.

Zhao Tongpeng likes loyal people. He always believes that loyal people can be as good as ten even if they are mediocre. What's more, these six people around him are good players.

There was a rumbling sound.

Several huge rocks in front fell down suddenly.

The earth was trembling.

Even though Zhao Tongpeng's equestrian skills were first-class, he almost fell off the horse's back.

The horse was frightened and retreated repeatedly.

Zhao Tongpeng finally managed to control the horse.

He held the reins in one hand, and held the hilt on the saddle with the other.

Crisis surged in my heart.

Just then, a scream came from behind.

Two of them were pierced by two swords as Zhao Tongpeng.

Meng Xinghun and Ye Xiang appeared as if they were falling into the sky.

As soon as they appeared, they killed the good guys brought by Zhao Tongpeng, and then rushed towards the other four people.

Ye Xiang, Meng Xinghun’s murder is completely different before and after.

When they don't kill people, they don't look like ruthless people, but once they do it, they give people a feeling of indescribable calmness and coldness, as if they are not clean. Once they kill people, one will not be able to help drinking, and the other will not be able to vomit.

Now is the time to kill.

This time, the action was even more for themselves, so they were more calm and decisive than ever.

They kept hypnotizing themselves before they started.

Zhao Tongpeng and his subordinates have done many evil things. Damn it, we are doing things for heaven.

This sentence is indeed true.

But they themselves also know why they kill. They are really ashamed of killing for this reason, but they must kill them.

The subordinate screamed, and Zhao Tongpeng immediately turned around and turned around. Just as this was a terrifying murderous aura, it was already oppressing from the front like a mountain and a mountain.

Even though Yu Guang found that his subordinates were fighting with the killer, he had no choice but to help. He stared at the rolling smoke and dust that was smashed from the huge rock in front of him.

A man walked out of the rolling smoke and dust.

As soon as Zhao Tongpeng saw that person, his pupils shrank violently, and his memories of the past came to his mind.

"It's you." Zhao Tongpeng held the scimitar, his voice was like a crack of silk, and his murderous intent was everywhere.

"It's me." Feng Wuhen's voice, who walked out of the smoke and dust, was indescribable. Although he came to kill people, his body showed an indescribable elegant and noble temperament. He really didn't look like a killer, but he was a killer.

Feng Wuhen stopped one foot in front of Zhao Tongpeng's horse, his eyes clear and his expression calmly: "Long time no see."

Zhao Tongpeng wished he could purg Feng Wuhen immediately, but he knew that he needed to remain calm, so he said coldly: "Are you here to take revenge?"

Feng Wuhen said: "There is no grudge between us, but I am here to kill you."

Feng Wuhen spoke sincerely.

Zhao Tongpeng had a very strange feeling that although this person was an enemy, he trusted him.

Zhao Tongpeng said coldly: "You came at the order of Sun Yubo?"

"Yes." Feng Wuhen said lightly: 'Just as you killed me for the sake of King Wanpeng, but there is one thing we are different.'

“What’s the difference?”

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "I won't attack you and plot against you, nor will I siege you. I will only kill you in front of you."

Zhao Tongpeng's knife was tighter.

He could feel how proud the other person was. At the same time, he also felt how dangerous the situation was now.

Is today my death?

Zhao Tongpeng took a deep breath and didn't think about it anymore.

He regained his coldness.

With a loud roar, Zhao Tongpeng activated his strong horse and rushed towards Feng Wuhen.
Chapter completed!