Chapter 125 Do You Really Think That This King Would Dare Not Kill You?
Just when Yang Bugui was about to punch him, Ye Feng raised his hand.
He just raised his hand casually and grabbed the opponent's wrist. No matter how hard Yang Bugui struggled, he couldn't break free.
A small master of internal strength also wants to make a mistake in front of a Martial King. This is simply ignorance!
Ye Feng was still sitting upright in the wheelchair, and his arms suddenly exerted force, using only one-fifth of his strength.
Everyone only heard a bang!
Sheep Bugui was immediately knocked back, staggering uncontrollably, and finally fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.
Here, Mo Xilin, a lay disciple of Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect, crossed the sky with his long sword, danced several gorgeous sword flowers in mid-air, and stabbed him with incomparable skill.
Ye Feng raised his hand again, and shook the index and middle fingers of his right hand upwards twice, and Moxilin's two long swords were caught by him.
"You want to show off your ability in front of me?"
Ye Feng snorted coldly, exerted force with his fingers, and with a clang, the long sword was immediately broken into two pieces.
Mo Xilin, the second-largest commander in the southern border, retreated slightly, and even the hand holding the sword drooped.
Sima Zhantian couldn't help but sneered: "I thought you were capable, but I didn't expect that you can't do anything like a three-legged cat. It's just like playing with a sword in front of Gong Gong's gate!"
Xia Lengchan stepped forward and shouted: "The sheep will not return to Moxilin, have you two taken it now?"
Yang Bugui got up from the ground and gritted his teeth and said: "The King of the North has extraordinary martial arts skills. I have nothing to say this time. Take my leave!"
After saying this, he turned and left.
"Stop!" Ye Feng's face suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "If you want to leave like this, who do you think I am?"
The sheep did not return and had to stop and asked: "May I ask the King of the North if you have any other advice?"
Ye Feng raised his head and looked at him steadily, and said word by word: "Do you think that I really don't dare to kill you in the southern border?"
"You're so..."
Yang Bugui was startled, and a chill suddenly ran down his spine. He felt that when the King of the North said those words, a murderous intention erupted from his body.
He really intends to kill people, but does he really dare? You know, this is the southern border, not his northern border!
"Sheep Bu Gui, the following offender, slandered me, disrespected me, and even attempted to assassinate me just now. According to the king's law, he will be killed without mercy!" Ye Feng's voice was so loud that even the people around the square could hear it.
"I... am not the King of the North, I have no one..."
"Sima Zhantian went to battle and chopped off his head!" Ye Feng gave the order directly without giving the other party a chance to explain.
"It's your lord!" Sima Zhantian couldn't hold himself any longer. Before Ye Feng could even finish his voice, he had already rushed over and raised his sword.
Yang Bugui had already been injured internally by Ye Feng just now. In addition, Sima Zhantian, the great master of Huajin, was already capable of crushing him. How could he resist at this moment? When he saw the big sword, his head fell to the ground in an instant.
Along with a bloody arrow shot out, Yang Bugui's head rolled to the ground, and happened to roll at the feet of Mo Xilin.
At this moment, Moxilin was frightened and his whole body was shaking.
He simply couldn't believe that the King of the North actually dared to kill someone, and he killed a leader of the South Territory.
In other words, the other party would definitely dare to kill him!
With almost no hesitation, there was a sudden pop, and Moxilin knelt on the ground directly in front of Ye Feng.
"I acknowledge my fault. I have offended and disrespected the King of the North a lot. I ask the King of the North to be magnanimous and forgive me for my disrespect!"
Ye Feng's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly: "For the sake of your sincere apology, I will spare your life!"
Mo Xilin kowtowed and raised his hands: "Thank you, King of the North. Thank you to the King of the North for not killing me!"
Ye Feng glanced at Yang Bugui's head and hummed: "Yang Bugui, the third commander of the southern border, just tried to assassinate me, and now he has been killed by me. I have to bother Commander Mo to inform other generals and the nine regions about this matter."
A shout from the Lord!"
Mo Xilin was suddenly startled and looked up at the young king who had been as unmoving as a mountain from beginning to end. He suddenly understood.
It turns out that the other party wanted to establish his prestige, and wanted to establish his prestige in Quannan through the dead sheep. In other words, he had the intention to kill the sheep but not return from the beginning.
What a pity that this sheep didn't come back, but stupidly bumped into someone's gun. This is basically asking for death!
But having said that, the nine lords of the Southern Territory are not easy-going people. The Southern Territory King has been helpless against these nine territorial lords since he took office. He tried many times to conquer and win over them, but in the end all failed.
Will these nine Territory Lords take advantage of the Northern King?
This is obviously impossible!
"I sincerely obey the order of the King of the North, and I will go and pass the news. By the way, the King of the North, do you want me to call the Lords of the Nine Domains to the base camp, so that I can help the King of the North and all the soldiers in the North to cleanse themselves from the dust?" Mo.
Xilin stood up and said.
His words were watertight, and he directly pushed the Lord of the Nine Domains out. This way, his pressure would be much less.
As long as the King of the North nods, the situation will become tense regardless of whether the Lord of the Nine Domains comes or not.
Ye Feng is such a shrewd person. He saw through the other party's little thoughts at once. He waved his hands slightly and said: "This is not urgent. I will find a place to settle down after the journey is over, and I will talk about other things after I meet the King of the South!
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"Yes!" Mo Xilin did not dare to say any more, bowed and backed away, but his face was still smiling, but the moment he turned around, his face turned gloomy.
Ye Feng looked sideways and asked Xia Lengchan: "This Mo Xilin is a disciple of the lay family of Nanyue Hengshan. I wonder what his status and reputation are in the Hengshan Sword Sect?"
Xia Lengchan leaned forward and smiled bitterly: "Back to my lord, I am ashamed that I don't know much about this Mo Xilin, and I don't know much about the Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect."
Zhuge Yu on the side heard this and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, this subordinate has heard a thing or two about it."
"Tell me about it!" Ye Feng asked and nodded.
"It's the Lord!"
Zhuge Yu habitually opened his fan and said: "Although this Mo Xilin is stronger than us, his sword skills are average. His reputation and status in the Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect is not high, otherwise he would not be just a lay disciple."
,only……"
"It's just what, I said you guy, you can't finish what you have to say at once, you have to show off?" Sima Zhantian, who had a hot temper, cursed.
Ye Feng just smiled and shook his head without speaking.
Zhuge Yu then said: "It's just that Mo Xilin has a senior brother who has a high status in the Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect and is a swordsman genius. And his senior brother happens to be under one of the nine domain lords in the South.
Serve as the commander-in-chief of the General Army."
"Which Territory Lord is it?" Xiao Chuanqi couldn't help but ask.
"Lord of Hengling Territory!" Zhuge Yu cupped his hands and said.
"Lord of Hengling Territory? I have remembered it."
Ye Feng nodded, then waved and said: "Let's go and settle down first!"
I like the crazy son-in-law of the city, God of War