Chapter 271

What, Longyin sword?

Hearing his words, he was always pressed under his body. The iron war clothes, which was in pain and wailing, immediately stared at his eyes, turned back and said, "the inner dog died and fell down. The big toad?"

He wanted to say, are you the great Xia. But Yang Feng's punch just now knocked out his two front teeth and covered his mouth with blood foam, so he said it vaguely.

Yang Feng couldn't help shaking his face. Then he slapped his hands, slapped the iron war clothes directly, and scolded: "well, you unrepentant old coyote, how dare you insult our great Xia when he is dying? You are a dog. The fallen dead toad, bah!"

No, I didn't scold you!

The iron war clothes will cry as soon as the face is drawn.

Choking!

At this time, with the sound of a dragon singing, Yang Feng raised his sword high and said with a smile to tie Zhanyi evil: "today next year is your memorial day. Go to hell."

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Tie Zhanyi was shocked, his face was very white, and his eyes were full of fear.

Originally, he was not afraid of death in his military life, but in the name of an old coyote, he was beheaded by his own bodyguard in his own house. He died too oppressed.

Maybe it's because blood is thicker than water and relatives have a telepathy.

At this critical moment, yunzhan suddenly felt that the old man was so poor. He couldn't help but rush to stop Yang Feng's blade, pleaded: "wait, will there be any misunderstanding here? Don't kill the wrong person."

"There must be no misunderstanding. I just made it clear."

"If he is really a sacrifice in my family, he should be interrogated by my father!"

"Hey, your father gave me this dragon chanting sword, which is tantamount to authorization. I can cut whatever the emperor can cut, and I'll decide for him!" Yang Feng grinned and was about to wave the sword again.

The iron battle clothes are pressed under Yang Feng's knees and are going to curse his mother.

Damn emperor, what dragon chanting sword do you give him. Does he need Longyin sword for his strength as an evil sect? Sobbing... You killed me!

However, Yun Zhan still couldn't bear it. He was afraid of killing the wrong good minister. He stopped and said, "anyway, my father should decide what happened to my worship. You killed it casually. Although my father agreed, it's not an urgent matter. Consult my father's opinion and give him face."

"HMM... that's right. It's better to show your father this kind of old coyote. Let him know that in the future, don't just look at strength. Character is also very important, otherwise it's easy to be a burglar!"

Yang Feng thought, nodded faintly, and agreed.

Iron battle clothes couldn't help but breathe a sigh when they heard this. This old life was saved at last.

But there was some sadness in his heart. I thought he was a hero in iron war clothes. I didn't expect that when he was getting old, his life would depend on his great granddaughter's intercession. I really have no face to live!

Then, Yang Feng slipped away the body of the iron war clothes, walked to the depths of the palace, found a small eunuch, asked where the emperor was, and swaggered with the criminal to receive a reward.

At the same time, in the Longevity Palace, the emperors were still having a feast and laughing. Everyone's faces were full of hope, even the great sacrifice.

Since they saw the terrible claw skill of iron war clothes, they are more determined about the bright future.

The first expert of Nanzhao country, the Dragon God of war, iron armor, really deserves its reputation.

It's easy to get rid of the ghost king and his black soul sect with him and the combination of two swords. Ha ha ha!

Only the national master sat down in a corner unhappily, thinking when the party would end.

Suddenly, just then, the little yellow shirt outside rushed in and bowed down and said, "tell your majesty, the big thing is bad. The great Xia loser is asking for an audience outside!"

"Oh? Great Xia Yang is here? What's wrong with this? I originally invited all the guests this time. Great Xia Yang is my guest of honor, ha ha ha!"

"Er, this..."

The little yellow shirt was speechless for a moment. He looked at the expectant eyes around him and didn't know how to answer. The emperor's face sank, waved his hand and said, "what are you doing? Please invite Daxia Yang in!"

"Well... Yes!"

After pondering for a while, the little yellow shirt bowed hard and went down to deliver the message.

Hearing that Yang Feng came, the great sacrifice also whispered to yeluyan: "Yan'er, great Xia Yang will come in a moment. Tell him that brother tie wants to compete with him. Be sure to let him respect the old and love the young, show mercy and save some face for the royal family."

"I see!"

Nodded slightly, yeluyan smiled and agreed, but soon his eyes kept shaking, his face trembled involuntarily, and he was about to cry: "great sacrifice, I don't think I need to tell the master!"

"Ah? Why?"

The big offering was stunned and looked at him puzzled, but he saw his expression as if he had eaten a fly. He stared straight ahead and looked in the direction of his eyes, but it was not good. At a glance, he was so scared that his face turned white that he couldn't stop breathing cold.

What are you afraid of? They've already done it?

And... Great Xia Yang is really merciless, tut tut!

With a bitter smile, the great sacrifice lowered his head, shook his head and lamented.

As for the others, they were all stunned and confused when they looked at the approaching figure outside the hall.

Only the National Teacher Jun was unkind and his eyes lit up. Although his two arms had been abandoned, he still shook his body forward, threw his two arms high, and his thumb tilted slightly.

Even if Jun is not benevolent, he usually has a headache for Yang Feng's overbearing style, and even hates him gnashing his teeth.

But this time, he had to praise the great Xia's righteous move.

Great Xia Yang, well done!

I have long wanted to beat this arrogant and domineering old man. First, he has a high status and doesn't dare to fight him; Second, he is also strong, and I can't beat him.

But you beat it directly. It's very kind. It's very gratifying. Ha ha ha!

Jun Buren smiled so much that his whole face was about to blossom. He never thought that he had been unhappy today. The only comfortable thing was brought to him by Yang Feng's sworn enemy.

The emperor looked at all this on the high main seat, but his face was stiff. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Step, step!

Step by step, Yang Feng, dressed in the clothes of the commander of the Da nei, walked up the magnificent hall with arrogant eight character steps.

Behind him was an old man in gold armor. His face was covered with blood. He was dragged and scratched a dazzling trace.

Even though the old man's face is now a little beyond recognition, it's hard to recognize.

But this dress is familiar to everyone.

Isn't that the armor of the iron armor of the Dragon God of war, the first expert of Nanzhao country