Infinite Replacement

Saying that Yan Chunjun heard Yan Yi's words of begging for mercy, unhappy or angry, he said lightly:

"Oh? It's General Yan."

This is just what a high-ranking person said after seeing a low-ranking person, that's all.

Yan Yi knows Yan Chunjun's character deeply, so he will be afraid to be like that in the beginning. Instead of being happy, Wensheng lowered her head a bit:

"The end will be there, and I hope adults will forgive sins."

"Why do you want me to forgive you?" Yan Chunjun's tone has a ease of winning, which makes people very uncomfortable. He did not wait for Yan Yi to answer, or the latter could not answer. He asked his men, "Zuo Wei, told General Yan what crimes he committed."

The swordsman who spoke before said arrogantly to the crowd: "As a soldier, it is a death sentence to insult the king."

"Sir, forgive sins!" Yan Yi begs again for mercy, as long as he can survive, he will not even have a little dignity.

The left guard came behind him, leaning on his neck with a sword.

With such an appearance, the entire Feixue Pavilion is quieter. After this silence continued for three seconds, Yan Chunjun, who was sitting in the red tent, out of the darker area of ​​the gate, spoke again.

"Zhao Guo's music and dance is unparalleled in the world, and the young man of Yan Guo walked his hands to learn, but did not get the essence, and became a joke of the Seven Kingdoms."

The voice of Di Li Li Peng suddenly sounded, mixed in Yan Chunjun's voice, one old and one crisp, so obvious. Yan Chunjun stopped, and all the people present looked in surprise in the direction of the sound.

I saw an 8-year-old child wearing a silver ring set with gems standing in front of the fence, pouring a glass of wine. About full, he placed the jug on the fence and lifted the glass to take a generous sip. Then, the eyes as dark as lacquer turned down from the straight, and pierced the red tentman, releasing a sharp light.

"Pretending to be pretending to be a real eye-catcher!"

To whom exactly this is said, it can't be more obvious. However, the childish voice is still immature, with a bit of coldness that makes the back of the spine cool. As a result, after people listened to it, there was no response for a long time.

"Humph!" Yan Chunjun finally got angry.

Perhaps because of his face, he did not give orders hysterically.

However, the guard holding the sword standing on the left side of the sedan had pressed down the center of gravity, and wanted to jump behind the child on the second floor like the guard. I believe this time, he will not just put the sword on the child's neck, but will behead it directly.

However, faster than him was a black sword with a roaring gang wind oncoming. He had just lifted his energy, and his body left some ground, and he felt the coldness of his chest. Immediately afterwards, the powerful force caused his body to knock back involuntarily.

With a loud noise, it must be that the black sword then penetrated the golden car bottom plane behind him. The Black Sword hasn't stopped yet. How much power does it carry? The guard only felt that it was still extending in his chest before reaching the handguards, and then stopped him. At this time, the black sword might be half a foot deep into the ground.

The guard, whose pain spread throughout his body, screamed. The position where the blade pierced was his right chest, he hadn't died yet. It's just that the big wound near the mouth of the bowl that was torn apart by the strong force can't be cured. As a result, he wailed so miserably for three seconds, twitched a few times, and finally died.

"Hum, I still think it's better to talk face to face."

The children on the second floor laughed a few times and spoke again, and the people recovered from the accident.

Someone found that the attack just did not know whether it shocked Yan Chunjun, or whether it scared Yan Chunjun. In short, he is now lying on the left side of the sedan chair, looking at the child upstairs with a panicked expression.

Standing behind Jingyu, Qing'er covered her mouth with an expression of wanting to cry.

‘Young Master, this is not Chu Kingdom. How can you mess up with you? ’

Facing everyone's strange vision, Jingyu didn't care. Pick up the hip flask again and pour the wine into his glass.

The left guard who had originally stood behind Yan Yi and hung his neck with a sword seemed to think that this was an opportunity to win Jingyu. Indeed, the sword was not beside Jingyu, and Jingyu was pouring wine and his mind was focused on the wine glass. on. Zuo Wei closed his sword, stood up, and jumped towards Jingyu already waving his sword.

However, he suddenly saw a big hand covering his head and face.

Before he could figure out where the big hand came from, he was already grasped by it. The body followed the head forward involuntarily and was ruthlessly penetrated on the second floor. With a loud noise, his head rebounded. There was blood flowing from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Before his consciousness was completely dissipated, he vaguely saw that the real hand of the hand was clearly the child's hand.

Jingyu glanced at the wine glass that fell to the ground from the fence due to the shock, and shook his head regretfully. Throwing away the hip flask in his right hand, his hand lightly pressed on the fence, the man has reached the bottom, and standing next to the black sword is really very quick.

"Yan Chunjun, I'm looking for you to have a deal to do." Jing Yu said, his hand had touched the hilt of the black sword, "I heard that you have a piece of black and rosy mineral, which is Yan I want the piece of minerals that Prince Dan got there, and exchange it with you with your head, how?"

At one point in this remark, some people who had been scared because of his thunder means had strange expressions. They looked at each other and said: ‘This kid is either stupid or crazy. ‘It’s possible to say such a rogue to the extreme, but his voice is still immature.

auzw.com Yan Chunjun has stood up with the help of a soldier. After hearing a little stunned, he laughed. He has recovered from the previous shock. Jingyu's method is very powerful. He admits that this is in Yan Guo. No one has ever treated him like this, and he would have been scared before. However, his first master has not yet shot, and the man has never let him down.

"Kill me!" He smiled and pointed at Jingyu.

Standing at the end of the sedan chair, in the dark, there was a tall man in his hair and black trousers. Aged over 30, with high cheekbones and a vicious look on his face. Hearing this command, there was a hint of bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes. Suddenly, two short sword-length sharp blades appeared in the hands hanging down from the side.

At the same time, Jingyu's arm muscles, lower back muscles, and leg muscles were tight. The black sword inserted on the ground was immediately pulled up by him, and he turned and swung towards his back. There, a black shadow that didn't even look like an entity flickered and disappeared. And many people can see that a figure of a man much taller than him has appeared behind him.

"Be careful!"

It was two women who shouted this sentence. One is on the jade platform, and the other is on Jingyu's box on the second floor.

The woman in the box didn't notice this at all, just looking worried. Her hand was already on the hilt of the thin sword at her waist, and she wished she could rush to help immediately.

The white-haired woman on the jade platform originally stretched out her hand, but at this moment it was withdrawn in amazement. Her face was still cold and frost-like, perhaps, that caution was only an instinctive reaction and that instinct was restrained by herself.

At this moment, not many people have discovered this, people are just nervously watching the duel not far away.

The assassin-like man in black showed the joy of victory. The child in front of him was really the strongest man he had seen in his life, but the sword was so heavy that it was even more difficult to withdraw. Perhaps, he could just flash away with the sword forward? The assassin man expected this, and was prepared for it.

However, the sudden shadow on his head shrank his pupils. Surprised to raise his head to the extreme, he saw the sword that was about to come, even to the point that he was too late to avoid it. In a panic, he set up two short swords to resist, and at the same time withdrew his body at least so that he could remove some strength.

"Drink!!!"

As if to improve his momentum, Jingyu shouted, and the entire Feixue Pavilion shuddered. Qiang sounded loudly, and his black sword had hit two short swords of the assassin man, and he continued to cut off as if without any obstruction.

The assassin's man's short sword seemed to be nothing, and he did not break it. It was just that his two arms felt a fracture, and he lost the power to hold the dagger. Although the footsteps moved backwards, but the body just left a little bit, the black sword edge once again punctured unreasonably and he could no longer avoid it.

With a loud sound, Jian Feng picked him up in the air through his heart. Is it extremely unwilling? He didn't die like this. He coughed up blood and asked with his last energy:

"Why, why?"

Why can your sword be so fast?

‘That’s because I never wielded my sword with all my strength. The strength looks strong to you, but for me, it is only 50%. I can close the sword and change the trajectory. ’

Jingyu could not tell everyone who was equally puzzled. Moreover, to be able to do this, another ability is required—listening to the sound of all things. It itself is a high-level expression of domineering sex. How can it be impossible to ‘hear’ human voices? It's just that when Jingyu's strength is high, he basically doesn't use it to'listen' to human voices. Now, his strength has weakened, and naturally reactivated it.

The enemy's movements are well known, and then he just makes an attack and waits for the enemy to collide. Therefore, his first sword looks powerful, just a trick.

Qinger on the second floor sighed with relief and fell to the ground weakly. At the moment, she saw the feeling of despair in the abyss, which was really uncomfortable.

'Little Lord! ’

Holding her sword, she prayed to become stronger in order to protect him from harm.

Jingyu pulled out the black sword, flicked the blade, and looked at Yan Chunjun who was stagnant. The corpse of the volleyed assassin fell to the ground, and the sound made him recover. Ah screamed, he took a step back and stumbled himself to the ground.

"Kill him, kill him quickly!" He was hysterical this time.

The soldiers wearing armor around looked at each other, and the light of fear flashed in their eyes. Following Yan Chunjun for a long time, naturally knew that the assassin man's terrible. Even if he was killed, is there any hope for them to come together?

Just when they were hesitant, Jingyu had taken a step and came to Yan Chunjun. Black Sword pressed against Yan Chunjun's neck, pressing him who had just climbed up to the ground. In this way, even Jingyu's current height can speak condescendingly.

"My conditions just now, can you agree?" he asked with a sneer.

Yan Chunjun wondered for a moment before he remembered what he said, "Promise, I promise, I will give you whatever you want."

"That's good."

An evil arc suddenly appeared in the corner of Jingyu's mouth. Under the swing of the black sword, Yan Chunjun's head was cut off!

"I said, exchange your head with you. Now, return your head to you."

It turned out that what he said actually meant to cut off the head and return it to the other party? Quite a few thought of this, and seeing the man with a rolling head falling down at his feet, couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

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