The two White Dragon Guards carried the junior who was said to be disobedient and moved forward. Xu Qing moved forward with his hands behind his back. King Ping Ping, disguised as Tong Qianzhan, had already walked to Meng Poyi first. He had just been ordered to guard the instrument.
As long as someone is found acting rashly, he will be captured immediately. With him among the two White Dragon Guards, it is really not enough.
Xu Qing walked straight to Long Fengyang. The two old men of the Purple Dragon Guard stood on either side as if they were faced with a formidable enemy. There were not many people who could make them so nervous. This demon-like top master of martial arts was one of them.
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Long Fengyang smiled miserably and said: "Xu Congfeng, long time no see. If anyone comes to take Long's life, they will fight with all their strength. But when you Xu Congfeng comes, I have no choice but to be killed. Go ahead!" After saying that, he closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes and raised his head upwards, as if he was stretching his neck to die.
Xu Qing's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time, but Long Fengyang's attitude at this time made him hesitate. It was really difficult for him to kill an unarmed person, let alone an acquaintance. At least Long Fengyang was here
There is no great evil in front of him, and it is human nature to be unable to take action.
Xu Qing gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice: "Why are you in the situation you are in today? Can you tell me the reason?" The reason he was referring to was why Long Fengyang chose to betray the Chinese Martial Spirit. I remember he had said before that he would join.
Is the Chinese Martial Spirit a lifelong belief? Maybe Long Fengyang’s answer today is the answer he is looking for tomorrow.
Long Fengyang opened his eyes, his dark and deep pupils stared closely into Xu Qing's eyes, and after a while he whispered: "Qingzi, you are a smart fool. Sometimes I really don't want to treat you as an opponent, but you are
You have the ability to become my strongest opponent, Brother Long wants to apologize to you before telling you the reason."
Silent, Long Fengyang was silent again. He was adjusting his thoughts to play the tragedy card, because Xu Qing's force was too strong. This boy was an anomaly. This boy valued friendship but was not easy to fool. If he was not careful, his game would be full.
Everyone loses, and the loser is probably his life.
Survival is human instinct, and Xu Qing is now a tiger ready to kill. If this kid really wants to attack, it will be difficult for the two purple dragon guards around him to stop his attack. Long Fengyang knows this very well, and he can only try his best now.
After stalling for time, I glanced over and saw a palm that was clasped on the hilt of a sword.
"Qingzi, do you know why no one in the Chinese Martial Spirit can quit midway?" Long Fengyang pointed out a fact that many people know, but very few people know the real reason.
Xu Qing frowned and shook his head: "I don't know, I feel that the Chinese martial arts are quite free and will not interfere with everyone's lives."
Long Fengyang smiled sadly and said: "Really? Do you feel free now? In fact, every move you make in Jiangcheng is reported to you at any time. For people like us, freedom is only relative. Once we find signs that it is difficult to control, we are waiting for you.
There are all kinds of restrictions, no one is free in the Chinese Wuhun, including our family, Guwu is in chaos, do you know who said this?"
Xu Qing's frown deepened. He knew that Long Fengyang's motives were impure, but some things were like a huge magnet, which had a huge attraction for him. Secrets often stimulate people's thirst for knowledge. This truth
Everyone understands.
A bitter smile appeared on Long Fengyang's face, and he whispered: "This sentence is Mr. Li's famous saying. Remember the allusion I told you before, no matter how powerful the ancient warrior is, it is just a handle in the hands of those in power.
A sharp knife is an artifact that will only be discarded if it is blunt and useless. If it can still be used, it will definitely be used until the day it is completely scrapped. Ancient warriors who want to be free must not place their hopes on those in power. They can only rely on themselves. Longmen wants to do it.
The purpose is to establish an order that belongs to ancient warriors."
Xu Qing didn't believe what Long Fengyang said. He refuted with a sharp look in his eyes: "Using Meng Po Yi to turn powerful ancient warriors into puppets. Is this what you call the order of ancient warriors? In my opinion, this is Longmen's selfish intention.
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Long Fengyang said calmly: "Everyone has selfish motives. Since ancient times, people have to pay the price for breaking and standing. You should know the Ten Palaces of Hell plan, right? The person who really asked me to implement this plan is a person you know." As he spoke, he
With a slight twist of his arms, the hemp rope tied around his wrists broke. He reached into his pocket, took out a recording pen, and pressed the play button.
Xu Qing glanced behind him with his clairvoyant eyes and found that the unruly Longmen junior had entered the instrument. He was now in the stage of erasing his memory. There was still plenty of time. A message came from the recording pen in Long Fengyang's hand.
A low man's voice: "General Staff Long, the current international situation is becoming increasingly severe. The Ten Palaces of Hell plan must be implemented as soon as possible. Our army urgently needs a strong force with the most deterrent power. They must be absolutely loyal and not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice..."
The man spoke with an iron-blooded flavor, and his speaking speed was always at the same level, and his voice was not unfamiliar to Xu Qing. He was Li Yuanchao, the second son of Mr. Li, a senior general with a large number of troops. Xu Qing heard the voice
He was sure who it was, but he was not sure if someone had used technology to synthesize these words. With today's technology, it is almost impossible.
Long Fengyang also has a voice in the recording. Although he speaks very little, he is like an idiot who only answers questions. What Li Yuanchao said is just some big principles and has no nutritional content. The request is very simple, let Long Fengyang complete the Ten Palaces as soon as possible.
Yama’s plan, urged over and over again.
A recording was played quickly. Long Fengyang threw the recorder directly to Xu Qing and whispered: "You can find an authoritative person to verify the authenticity of this sentence. It's still the same sentence. Ancient warriors are more important than politicians."
The eye is a tool, a tool that can be used. The initiator of the Ten Palaces of Hell Plan is Li Yuanchao. He talks nicely, a deterrent force? In essence, he needs a death squad, a death squad that doesn't even have an epitaph when he dies."
Xu Qing reached out and took the recording pen and took a deep breath. He raised his hand and pulled out the Longyuan Sword. The tip of the sword pointed at Long Fengyang's throat. The eyes of the two Purple Dragon Guards were cold. Just as they were about to make a move, they were blocked by an arm.
Counter block.
"Xu Gongfeng wants to kill the person under his sword. Resistance is futile. You two retreat..." Long Fengyang showed the same toughness as before, raised his arms to block the two Purple Dragon Guards, turned his palms and bent them, pointing
The tip has touched the two buttons on the edge of the cuff.
The buttons on the cuffs seemed to be of poor workmanship. They fell off after being touched casually. Long Fengyang fastened them in his palm without leaving a trace. This thing was the key to his life. His eyes were fixed on Xu Qing's back.
Meng Poyi opened it, and a young man with dull eyes walked out of it. All his memories had been wiped out, and now he was an out-and-out idiot. At the same time, it also proved one thing, the instrument was real.