At the fourth watch, the morning star lights up, and the sky gradually changes from pure darkness to a hazy white light.
The Chakravartin disguised as Gao Ning stood motionless in the courtyard of the temple, like a sculpture, without the slightest breath of existence.
However, the position he stood in was a bit too arrogant. The unexpected visitor immediately spotted the invitee who had been waiting for a long time.
Sand! Sand! Sand!
The sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the sand on the ground gradually came, and a black figure walked slowly through the moon gate and walked into the courtyard in front of the palace.
"You are very punctual!"
Jiang Asheng looked at Gao Ning with a smile on his face, not as if he was looking at an enemy, but as if he was looking at an old friend reunited after a long separation.
"You're not bad either. The bang just rang. Aren't you already here?"
Gao Ning looked at Jiang Asheng and couldn't help but blink when he saw a long sword hanging on his waist and a large package on his back.
"This is the body of Moro you wanted!"
Jiang Asheng untied the package and gently placed it next to him: "Although I have always felt that the so-called Moro's body is just an ordinary mummy, and the idea of being reborn and regenerating to make up for the missing is just the imagination of people in the world.
At first, perhaps I just thought that Bodhidharma's martial arts was powerful, but then it was passed on and passed on, and it became what it is now.
But what I didn’t expect was that the dignified leader of Black Stone would actually believe such nonsense!”
Speaking of this, Jiang Asheng seemed to suddenly think of something, clapped his hands suddenly, and suddenly realized: "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you are a dead eunuch, you were not born a man, I am chasing you to snatch Moro's body, just because I want to
Become a real man?”
Gao Ning thought for a while, it seemed that no matter how he answered this question, he would inevitably be labeled as a dead eunuch by the other party, so he might as well not say anything and let him guess on his own.
"Why don't you speak? You have done everything, why don't you dare to speak?"
Jiang Asheng put on a loyal and honest face, but skillfully sarcastically said: "No, I almost forgot again, you are not a man, you are just a thing without eggs. You should be responsible for whether you dare to do something or not. I'm sorry, I'm sorry
, I misunderstood you!"
If he is truly a wheel-turning king, like Jiang Asheng, he points out his weaknesses one after another without mercy. Even if he remains calm on the face, he will be filled with overwhelming anger in his heart.
It's a pity that Gao Ning is not the real Wheel King, the leader of Black Stone, and he has long been thrown into the wild prison.
At this moment, I might be running around in some mountain top, trying to escape.
As for the leaf blooming green, Gao Ning didn't even pay much attention to it, he just threw it casually in a gathering place.
As for whether this woman quickly adapts to the environment and continues to thrive, or whether she will be locked up in the basement as a prisoner who has been tortured by the barbaric ecological environment of the wild planet for a long time, and will spend the rest of her life there, just like Gao
It doesn't matter anymore.
Anyway, no matter which one, it can be regarded as satisfying Ye Chanqing's desire in disguise, and strictly speaking, it is not a loss.
Seeing that Gao Ning remained silent and even looked calm, not even bothering to draw the sword from his waist, the chattering Jiang Asheng became a little angry.
He suddenly stopped talking, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before suddenly opening his eyes again.
"I scolded you so harshly, but you remained unmoved. Should I praise you for your firmness of heart, or should I scold you for being thick-skinned like a city wall?
Forget it, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pinned my hopes on such a ridiculous and generous trick from the beginning.”
He slowly exhaled a breath, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and slowly raised it to shoulder height.
The snow-white blade of the sword stabs toward the sky. Under the dim moonlight, it reflects a dazzling silver light. It ripples gently on the blade like mercury, which is extremely eye-catching.
"It's no use talking anymore, draw your sword!"
"It should have been so long ago!"
Gao Ning laughed, like a wheel-turning king, and said in a low voice: "If you can kill people with your mouth, all the civil and military officials in the hall will not be overwhelmed by my black stone!"
"Okay, let's play with you! During the battle at Zhang's mansion, I had something to do and couldn't leave, so I didn't have the chance to appreciate Mr. Zhang's jagged sword. But I heard from those three guys that your kung fu is not bad. You have done it several times.
At one point, I fought against three people and still had the upper hand. If this is the case, then your skill is worthy of me drawing my sword!"
"Haha! With such a loud voice, did you grow up eating toads?"
Jiang Asheng sneered and stopped talking nonsense. He stomped on the ground and rushed out like a rocket. The long sword in his right hand was aimed at Gao Ning's chest and stabbed straight out.
Gao Ning did not move, but slowly stretched out his right hand and grasped the common sword hilt at his waist.
The next moment, he suddenly drew out his sword, and heard a clang, the two swords' blades collided, and sparks flew out.
Jiang Asheng felt his hand go numb, and a huge force swept up the sword, making him almost unable to hold the hilt.
Fortunately, he is not a mediocre player. He has rich fighting experience. When he sensed something was wrong, he immediately changed his tactics.
Following the terrifying force, he volleyed around and then slashed back.
He is fast, and Gao Ning is even faster.
The Wheel Sword in his hand was originally the best sword in the world, but he used it like a mace, becoming a tool to vent distance.
The wheel-turning sword technique that was specially extracted before suddenly became a decoration at this moment.
There is no way, the physical quality gap between the two sides is too big, and they are not even on the same level of life. When their strength is crushed and their nerve reflex speed is far faster than that of their opponents, their moves and so on are just a joke.
Gao Ning was just using his skills as he saw them, and every time he swung his sword, he did so casually and with great power.
But in Jiang Asheng's view, the appearance of Chakravartin King's sword moves suddenly changed. He had spent half a year researching carefully and looking for a solution, but now it was of no use at all.
But at this moment of close combat, Jiang Asheng couldn't run away even if he wanted to.
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Jiang Asheng firmly believes in this.
He tried his best and used all the means to relieve and guide force, but every time the weapon hit him, his internal organs vibrated and his muscles all over his body trembled.
With no choice, Jiang Asheng could only put aside his own tricks, and his whole body was spinning like a top, spinning wildly from side to side, turning his good sword skills into random cloak and hammer skills.
Less than a minute had passed and he was already a little helpless. He endured the discomfort in his stomach and prevented himself from vomiting.
Seeing that the movements of his hands were getting slower and slower, the force of the chop from the other side never decreased by half.
His heart became heavier and heavier. At this moment, he thought of his father, the hundreds of members of the family who died in His Highness Blackstone, the three masters of Blackstone who were killed by his design, and his wife.
And every bit of what happened between the two people in their previous lives.
In the end, all the pictures were shattered, leaving only Zeng Jing's face.
At this moment, he suddenly understood that in the past six months of his life, the other party had entered his heart unknowingly.
He really regarded this Blackstone killer as his wife.
I really want to see her again!
He murmured in his heart, his hand went numb suddenly, and the long sword came out of his hand.
Gao Ning sneered: "With this little ability, you still dare to jump out and provoke? I think you have had enough!"
He increased his strength in his hand and slashed down with his sword, as fast as lightning.
However, at this moment, there was a buzzing sound not far away, and then a huge crossbow arrow that was as thick as an arm and more than two meters long appeared in front of him.
Gao Ning was startled, and he pointed the long sword in his hand with greater force, slashing straight at the crossbow arrow.
Bang!
At the moment of impact, the wheel sword shattered into pieces, and the crossbow arrows grazed Gao Ning's hair and whizzed past his ears. Like a cannonball, a hole was drilled into the thick wall and collapsed.
Another wall.
Taking this opportunity, Jiang Asheng rolled around like a lazy donkey and retreated more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.
Gao Ning didn't pay attention to the noise behind him, but looked at the roof with a bit of surprise.
I don't know when two figures stood there, one of them was thin and small, wearing a phoenix hairpin and a skirt, obviously a woman.
The other person was half as tall as the woman, with a tall build and bulging muscles.
At this moment, he was holding a ballista in his hand. Its size was even larger than that of a strong man, but when he held it in his hand, it was as light as a toy.
Gao Ning blinked and thought to himself: Why are these two guys here too?
The visitors were naturally Zeng Jing and his helper Pang Xiaodong, who he had dragged here.
On the roof, Pang Xiaodong threw away the crossbow and said in surprise: "Is the King of Wheels so powerful? Can he even dodge the Eight Ox Crossbow?"
Zeng Jing was so anxious at this time that she couldn't even bother to answer Pang Xiaodong's questions.
Seeing that her husband was in such a mess, his palms were blood red, and half of his body was shaking uncontrollably, I couldn't wait to jump to his side.
"How...how are you?"
At this time, the two people's true identities were exposed to each other, and the tacit understanding and casualness of their usual relationship had long since disappeared. Even if Zeng Jing wanted to express her concern, she did not dare to get too close, for fear of being indifferently rejected by the other party.
Jiang Asheng didn't answer, he just shook his head: "Why are you here?"
"I don't trust you!"
Zeng Jing looked around and said, "Is that your helper? Why isn't he here?"
Jiang Asheng still shook his head and did not answer.
In fact, he already regrets it now. If he had known that the Wheel King was so difficult to deal with, he should not have rejected the guy named Lu Ren in the first place.
Although he is eccentric and has no obvious martial arts skills, there is no doubt that he is a good player.
If we are here tonight, even if the two of them can't do anything to the Chakravartin King together, they should still be able to escape after a while.
Unfortunately it's too late to say anything now.
Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Zeng Jing didn't ask any more questions. She couldn't help but step forward and quickly bandaged her husband's palm like a piece of cloth.
At this time, there was a thud and the ground trembled. Pang Xiaodong patted his butt and got up from the ground, looking like he was fine.
"I tell you two, now is not the time to reminisce about old times, the enemy is at hand!"
As he spoke, he pointed at Gao Ning, who was standing opposite.
Gao Ning had no expression on his face and stood there motionless, just like he did in the beginning.
Zeng Jing and his wife also knew that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, so they slowly drew out their weapons and stared at Gao Ning again.
