Chapter 957

Sima Jingxuan's right hand was restrained by nangongyan. Sima Jingxuan gently twisted his right hand, and the whole arm was like a snake, which easily got rid of nangongyan's clamp.

Nangong Yan stepped back two steps, and his face seemed surprised: "Huagu hand?"

Sima Jingxuan sneered: "yes, it's the bone melting hand."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to learn a lot of martial arts." Nangong Yan smiled, but the smile was particularly ironic in Sima Jingxuan's eyes.

He was not liked by his father since he was a child. As soon as he became an adult, his father sent him out of the palace early, opened his mansion, and casually granted him king Ning.

What about the king's name? Who really paid attention to him in the former dynasty and the harem?

The more people look down on him, the more he will climb up by all means.

So he secretly practiced martial arts and secretly established hell hall to cultivate his own power.

To this day, only he knows how much suffering he has experienced.

Nowadays, the country of Wei is already in his bag. Only when he gets the person he cared about when he was young can his life be complete.

So he must not let nangongyan block his way, absolutely not!

Thinking of this, Sima Jing's anger became more and more serious. His eyes showed a fierce light, as if he was going to poke Nangong Yan into the bone and ashes.

Seeing the rising posture of his hands, Nangong Yan immediately mocked and said, "why, are you going to use Wuxiang magic skill to deal with me?"

Sima Jing didn't say a word. He chopped directly at Nangong Yan with his palm blade.

Nangong Yan was frightened when he resisted. Seeing Sima Jingxuan's invisible magic skill, he was afraid that he was about to practice. Even if he parried, it was a little difficult.

Nangong Yan couldn't help but say hello to Qu jiuque. It was clearly the martial arts of the Qu family. Why did he pass it on to outsiders?

You say you can pass it on. It's bad to pass it on to Sima Jingxuan and let him deal with me. When I go to Gusu again, I will make a good account with you.

At this time, someone far away in Gusu, not surprisingly, sneezed three times in a row. Xi Xingyue's eyes were concerned and asked, "what's the matter?"

Qu jiuque rubbed his nose and said indifferently, "it's all right. Maybe a beauty is thinking of me."

Xi Xingyue gave him a white eye impolitely, "are you very proud?"

As soon as she tooted her mouth and looked discontented, Qu jiuque was happy to open flowers in her heart.

He hurried up and said, "there's nothing wrong. I'm talking nonsense. Let it be colorful, and I only have you in my heart."

Xi Xingyue said angrily, "you have a smooth tongue."

Qu jiuque happily took her into her arms and enjoyed the hard won beauty.

Qu jiuque is a beauty in her arms, happy and carefree, but nangongyan, who is thousands of miles away, is different.

Nangong Yan was in a fierce battle with Sima Jingxuan. Jingjing woke up a lot of people by banging in the room.

Some people really couldn't stand it. They came out in their coats and shouted at the door, "can you be quiet this big night? Let's not sleep!"

The noise in the room still didn't decrease. The man was in a hurry and went straight to kick the door.

Zheng Qi held a machete and stood at the door expressionless: "I advise you to go back."

"What do you mean this big night? Disturb my dream, you know?" the man was also a hot tempered master and was not afraid at all.

What's the matter with the knife? The knife is not necessarily a Xiake. He may also be a cook.

Who are you trying to scare with a knife at night? He really hit the bar today.

Zheng Qi said impatiently, "go away!"

He was annoyed at the moment. He fought with Nangong Yan to death. He couldn't help anything, so he had to guard at the door.

What a nuisance! Zheng Qi tightly clasped the scabbard. If he hadn't said in advance that no matter what happened, he would have rushed in with a knife.

Alas, Zheng Qi can't figure it out. Why do you think so hard? One more person means one more helper. Tell the enemy about Jianghu morality.

"Hey, what are you staring at? Have you heard anyone speak?"

When Zheng Qi came back, a hand shook in front of him. Zheng Qi was stunned: "haven't you rolled yet?"

"I won't roll, young master. Would you please demonstrate it first?"

Zheng Qi's suppressed anger was easily picked up by the man. He said coldly, "you're looking for death!"

The man looked fearless: "yes, I do look for you in the pit every day!"

Zheng Qi is angry. Isn't this man calling him a piece of shit in disguise?

Can you stand it?

Zheng Qi immediately pulled out the knife and waved it towards the man. However, the man was still calm, quickly stretched out two fingers and tightly clamped the knife body. He smiled: "what's the matter, but he's going to use the knife?"

Zheng Qi pulled back, and the machete was still tightly clamped by him.

At this time, Zheng Qi began to face the man in front of him, "do you know martial arts?"

"Congratulations on your correct answer." the man nodded gently. "If you answer correctly, you will be rewarded!"

The man grabbed Zheng Qi with a catcher's hand and pulled him in his direction. Zheng Qi stumbled. The man took the opportunity to lift his legs and hit him hard in the abdomen.

As soon as the man gave up, Zheng Qi covered his abdomen with both hands, and his painful forehead burst into a cold sweat. It was his carelessness. When he saw that the knife in his hand was not afraid, but stayed to argue with himself, he should know that he was not an ordinary people.

Zheng Qi really didn't expect that he suffered a great loss due to his carelessness this time!

When the man grabbed Zheng Qi's wrist, he saw the mark on his hand, narrowed his eyes and showed dangerous eyes: "are you from the hell hall?"

Zheng Qi looked at him, clenched his teeth and said, "so what?"

The man has lost his initial freedom, and his cold eyes are like a blade: "if so, even if you are unlucky to meet me today."

Zheng Qi could not help frowning. What did he mean by this?

Before he could react, the man kicked him in the chest.

Zheng Qi quickly raised his hand to resist, but it was too late. He ran into the door and opened the closed door.

In the room, Nangong Yan and Sima Jing Hang firmly grasp each other's arms and are in a stalemate.

The man saw the scene inside, and his eyes lit up. He hurried in and said, "brother Nangong, are you there, too?"

"Bai Xing?" Nangong Yan called out his name. Isn't he in Kyoto? Why did you come here suddenly?

Bai Xing said with a smile, "brother Nangong, I came here to find you and Lord Wu Xian, but who knows I haven't gone to another restaurant yet. I met you here."

Lying on the ground, Zheng Qi said weakly, "just chat. Can you move your feet and step on my hand!"