Chapter 740

Even if Yi Heng's heart is as strong as iron, he can hardly see the people of other nationalities on the grassland, and kill the Han people with a knife.

If he wants to, with a wave of his hand, these 100000 seemingly ferocious grassland soldiers and horses will instantly turn to ashes in the magic, and will never leave any trace.

But is this in line with the track of historical development?

"The Western Zhou Dynasty should be destroyed, but the Eastern Zhou Dynasty will have to continue for 200 years. As long as it is not too much, I will not see it..."

At night, although the city is bustling and noisy, there is no scene like this night.

King Youwang of Zhou killed Lishan that night, and so did Ji Bofu and Bao Si.

The army of dogs and soldiers broke through Haojing and occupied the palace.

In the palace, the lights were bright. A fierce man sat on the king's chair, and the tiger's eyes swept through the seven or eight grassland people with long breath.

"The heaven of eternal life is in the sky, and today I finally get what I want. But how to deal with the people who were subjugated in the Zhou Dynasty in Mancheng, we have to discuss with some anda!"

A person sitting below suddenly put the pot to his mouth, "Gulu Gulu" a sound, poured all the wine into his mouth, and did not wipe the wine juice around his mouth. He suddenly stood up and said in a loud voice: "when I give an order, the whole city will be killed!"

Words just fall, a murderous spirit will go straight to the top of the palace, on the top of the palace, Yi Heng slightly frowns.

"If you want to kill, you have to kill naturally. But if you want to kill in a proper way, you must not offend the princes in the world. Otherwise, we will attack together, and we will not be able to fight against it. We will turn to other tribes for help and give up the flesh of our mouth."

"Hum! How could the princes of Zhou Dynasty really come to help? Let's see what I mean... "

The others were calm and did not seem to have heard their words until the man on the throne began to ask: "some martial brothers, you have made great contributions to occupy this place. There are many outstanding people in the Zhou Dynasty. If you gather together to resist, I'm afraid you will not be able to do anything today. What's your opinion about the people of Zhou Dynasty in this city?"

"The existence of the magic palace is to deal with the masters of the Zhou Dynasty and clear all obstacles for the prairie army. As for the governance of the country, our brothers have no opinion."

With a long breath and high temples, the old man in black, without waiting for a trace of emotion, replied in a gloomy voice, and the others nodded slightly to show their approval.

This person's speech, pure accent, there is no sign of grassland people, think it should be in the Central Plains for a long time.

"Good! Indeed, he is the one who is in charge of the magic palace. He is not only skillful in martial arts, but also has a general knowledge of it. In this way, I give an order, and in an instant, there will be no people of the Zhou Dynasty in this city

The man standing on the iron tower raised his palm like a leaf fan and seemed to wave it, but he was interrupted by the old man: "don't talk nonsense. There is no one else at the helm of the magic palace except for the saint."

"Well, Khan, I'll go."

The great man on the throne did not answer immediately. His left hand raised his glass to his mouth, but he could not drink it.

Eyebrows tightly locked, right hand in the chest, forced to suppress beating, eager to jump out of the chest of the heart.

"Why do you feel the constant danger of life?" There was no outsider here, so he moved his glass and asked several people below with extreme caution.

The old man in gray suddenly got up, and his robe was constantly agitated. Several other people also stretched their hands to their waists and held the hard things tightly.

The iron tower man's face was dignified, his eyes fixed on the face of the old man in gray.

Although the palace was large, the atmosphere became frozen and oppressive in an instant.

On the top of the palace, Yi Heng's eyes shot a trace of fierce color, but the corners of his mouth slowly provoked.

After a while, when the old man's face relaxed slightly, the crowd also relaxed.

"Khan, you are suspicious, but I have to kill so many people at one time. Although I have experienced hundreds of battles, I feel very frightened. Ha ha, I will be OK in a moment."

The man of the iron tower bowed slightly, turned and opened his steps and walked towards the palace gate.

The man on the throne was still wondering whether the heartbeat was as he had said, and it was not stopped, but suddenly he felt something and suddenly looked up at the palace gate.

"Clang, whoosh, Shua..."

The sound of the sword suddenly sounded, and the old man in gray looked at the palace gate at the same time.

I saw the tower man step out of the right foot, the left foot just raised, then stopped in the middle of the air, no longer step, eyes staring at the palace gate.

At this time, although the night was deep, the lights were bright inside and outside the palace. In the eyes of the people, a straight figure of the back straddled the middle of the gate of the palace. It was like a thorn stuck in the throat of the people. It was very uncomfortable not to go in or out.

Everyone here is not a fool. He knows that since he can come to the gate of the palace quietly and doesn't disturb any guard sergeant, he is very human.

But when the iron tower man woke up, he could not help drinking and asked, "who is coming? What are you doing here? "

After asking, he felt extremely superfluous.

Who else would be here at this time? What can we do? How can we tell them? You're not here to drink, are you?"Stupid!" It was in the minds of all.

But what everyone can't imagine is that the man really replied, "people of Zhou Dynasty, come here to find a drink of water and wine!"

The words came down, and the people were stunned.

The iron tower man saw that people so good to speak, thought it was a common person who mixed here, and immediately shouted: "find death!"

After saying, "Shua" pulls out the waist knife and rushes away quickly.

Although the palace is big, but about ten meters, the iron tower man steps fast, has jumped over seven feet in a flash, see that the man still does not turn around, suddenly furious extreme.

"Dead!" Angry, flying up, high waist knife, the shoulder of the person to split.

If the knife is not shining, the killing will come first.

The man's extraordinary blue clothes were "pooping" by the murderous attack.

"Swish" sound sounded, cold light shot, waist knife with thunderbolt, in a flash has arrived at the man's shoulder.

Everyone felt relieved to see this. It turned out to be just ordinary people. They didn't know how to mix here, but they were shocked.

Yi Heng turned a blind eye to the palace, and turned a blind eye to the sword awn, and said, "no water and wine is found, and some heads will be taken away, or all!"

First, it was indifferent and the last two "all" were thunderstruck.

All people only feel the "boom" of their mind a pain, eyes black in a flash, hands suddenly hug headache and shout.

Yi Heng turns slowly.

"Clang" a crisp sound, the waist knife that cleaved to the shoulder somehow has fallen on the hard ground outside the Zhang Zhang, and then tramples twice, and then it will still.

And the master of the waist knife, the tall tower man who is more than Zhang, in a moment, did not know where to go.

"Anda!"

A cry of pain rushed out of the heart, out of the throat, and spread throughout the palace,

but the guards outside the palace were like nothing to hear. They were whispering about how many property and prisoners to rob tomorrow.

The king on the throne suddenly stood up, but fell down and sat down again.

The sound of the pain just now seems to take his whole body strength away. At this time, he did not intend to revenge, and he was unable to revenge.

The old man in grey clothes and others shot incredible colors, stared at the blood mist flying in the air at the palace gate.

The giant iron tower men in the near Zhangyu, in the moment of their eyes black, they turn into blood mist by air. What kind of martial arts is this?

"Dordoh..."

The chatter of teeth was harsh in the silent palace.

The blood mist was drifting slowly, and the ground was full of blood.

But there seemed to be a transparent shield in front of the man. The blood mist was scattered before him, and then he fell to the ground.

Yi Heng whispered, "my memory never goes wrong. You are familiar with your face, but I have never seen you. You said, what is your relationship with the little Lord?"

Although his eyes were indifferent, he was as sharp as two swords in the eyes of the man on the throne.

"I don't know what little Lord..." The man looked up at him with all his strength, and though he was extremely scared, he still got up to the courage to answer.

"No!"

The old man in grey shouted in a low voice.

Yi Hengyu light to see, and a smile, "assassinate skill? It seems that after all the old people, it is difficult for me! "

"So, after the man? You, you, I remember, Zeng Xianshi... "

The old man in grey clothes will drink a handsome man ready to kill him. Listen to his words and recall it with all his strength. So, where can there be such a master?

But suddenly, his eyes were bright, and he asked with a trembling voice.

"Ha ha, Zeng Xianshi? Yes, it was really surname Zeng. It must be the name of Huang paparazzi! "

"Really, really?" The old man in grey clothes had to be sure that he was soft and fell to the ground without hesitation.

"At the same time, he shouted," don't you kneel when you wait? "? In that year, it was the immortal who saved the virgin and my ancestors

Yi Heng comes to mind in the sky pool, and Su demon and Aslan and other ten nuns fighting scene.

In that war, the Su demon dandian was beaten and missed, and he had to carry her to the bottom of hell and find the flower of hell.

Hell, nine lives, they almost lost their souls, never life.

But finally, the harvest is huge, not only to fight for life, to find the flowers of hell, but also to get the soul and understanding of Hongjun. The most important thing is that the soul is actually its own source soul.

Now, his soul can also rush out of purple mansion, and perform various soul spells, with more than several times the power.

In a flash, all the previous plays back in his mind, even if he has experienced a lot, he doesn't feel very sad.

On the Tianchi, four disciples of Su demon, I'm afraid, have already died for many years. The Yellow paparazzi, who is bound to learn martial arts, may have been turned into earth for many years.They are all mortals and will naturally become a cup of loess after a hundred years.

He still remembers the first time he saw the Yellow paparazzi, the little boy was holding the beef jerky tightly in his hand and reluctantly handed it to him.

On the beef jerky, there are several obvious tooth marks and wet saliva.