Chapter 125 This is the ultimate move of the Qing court
"Feng Daxia..."
As the number one confidant under Ordo, the nine-door admiral, and with Jane in the emperor's heart, Seth's nerves were as strong as steel. Even though many of his subordinates were frightened, he could still stand still, barely maintaining a smile, and said.
But in fact, in the face of Feng Zhou's unparalleled force, his skills, scheming, and various strategies all turned into a joke.
He held the elite of the Forbidden Army, but the other party could laugh and kill people. The tyrannical soldier could not withstand Feng Zhou's sharp blow. And when Feng Zhou's spear pressed on Seth's shoulder, he did not resist at all.
There is no power.
"When I stepped into this inn, I already knew that a dragnet had been set up inside." Feng Zhou said calmly.
"I originally wanted to see how many trump cards you had in the Qing Dynasty for more than a hundred years before you dared to challenge me. Unfortunately, I was very disappointed in the end."
Feng Zhou shook his head in disappointment and said: "It seems that I have overestimated you! You are just like those Eight Flags disciples who are walking birds. You rely on your background to show some prestige. What you can imagine is just this trivial means!"
Feng Zhou said and began to slowly turn the iron gun in his hand.
Seeing this, Seth's face suddenly changed wildly.
Just now, with a flick of Fengzhou's iron gun, the subordinates around him who were highly skilled in martial arts and capable of doing things became dead souls.
"Feng Daxia, I am from the Fucha family. If you kill me, our Fucha family, as well as the entire nine-door admiral army, will avenge me..."
"boom!"
With a flick of Feng Zhou's spear, Seth's head was blown into a watermelon.
"You are like an ant, but you dare to threaten me."
Feng Zhou said calmly, while he withdrew his spear and swept around the courtyard, his eyes as cold as ice.
There was silence in the courtyard, everyone was trembling and kneeling on the ground, no one dared to make a sound, only the sound of teeth chattering was left.
"This is the devil, the great devil!"
I don’t know how many people are screaming in their hearts.
These people have been in battle for a long time and are no strangers to killing. Some even kill hundreds of people. But like Feng Zhou, he kills immediately. No matter how powerful the master is, he kills him easily. This is simply worse than in the drama.
The demon king is even more terrifying.
This scene was deeply imprinted in their hearts. It is estimated that they will be full of fear of Feng Zhou for the rest of their lives. Seeing Feng Zhou is like seeing the devil.
Fear and chill from the heart.
In fact, Feng Zhou thought he could see the so-called Nine Sect Admiral Ordo here and kill him by the way. Unexpectedly, he met his subordinates instead, so he was really disappointed.
So after killing Seth A and those top players, he left the inn, mounted his horse, and left slowly.
"This Seth A's eyesight is low, and his brain is not very good. If he sets up a dragnet in Chengdu, even if I can kill all those experts and rush out of Chengdu, it will take a lot of effort."
Twenty miles to the north from this inn is Rongcheng, but between the two, there is a huge open-air market with many wooden houses, a vast area and dense crowds.
This market is called "Little Thirteenth Line", which is a small market town derived from the real Thirteenth Line trading point on the riverside of Rongcheng.
Thirteen Banks was established in the 22nd year of Qianlong's reign. It was the only trading port management institution in the Qing Dynasty. It was located on the edge of the Pearl River and conducted trade with almost all countries and regions around the world. It was known as "Jinshan Zhuhai, Emperor Nanku".
Because of the prosperity of the Thirteenth Line, the Little Thirteenth Line was derived. It is centered on a vast open space and surrounded by nearly a hundred irregularly distributed wooden houses, with various features and colorful features, making it a spectacle.
When Feng Zhou passed by, the open space was full of people, noisy and lively, including men and women, all dressed up in a festive atmosphere.
I saw a handsome young man with big nostrils riding a huge horse, with thick black and shiny braids on the back of his head, a bag tied around his waist, leggings and boots, and a pair of eyes looking at Feng Zhou.
In this market, this young man spoke so loudly and his eyes were gleaming fiercely. It looked like he was deliberately looking for trouble.
Feng Zhou's heart moved and he immediately understood that this was a pawn.
He first went out to test, and soon many people would come forward under various names to fight with him.
Needless to say, this is definitely a trap.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the inn, someone rushed to the door impatiently.
There was a huge crowd of people and goods nearby, and the noise was overwhelming, so even though the young man on horseback yelled at him, it didn't attract anyone's attention.
This guy was holding a machete in his hand, with a fierce look in his eyes. He suddenly galloped forward and struck Feng Zhou in the face.
This sword was like a thunderbolt, full of power.
Exclamations spread, and people in the market fled away.
"boom!"
As if there was a flash of lightning, the young man's chest exploded, and he flew backwards from the horse dozens of feet away, falling onto a wooden roof. Blood spattered and his organs gushed out.
Feng Zhou slowly retracted his spear, looked at the huge horse the young man was riding on, and nodded with satisfaction: "It is indeed a good horse!"
The noise and screams all around became even louder.
Only one person was heard shouting: "Erkang!"
Erkang?
This name sounds familiar!
Feng Zhou looked up and saw several knights rushing out of the big house on the hillside in the distance, shouting and rushing towards Feng Zhou.
One of them shouted: "Don't leave the traitor. You dare to kill my brother. The Fu family will definitely be at odds with you!"
The Thirteenth Line is the Nanku of the Emperor, so the Little Thirteenth Line is naturally inseparable from the royal family, so it is very normal for Eight Banners warriors to appear in this huge market.
Especially the man in the lead, who was handsome in appearance and good at riding, came at Feng Zhou mercilessly with the saber in his hand.
This is a continuous search for trouble!
Murderous aura suddenly rose in Feng Zhou's eyes, and he suddenly let out a loud roar: "But the imperial guard Forte?"
He roared these words with the utmost inner strength. I am afraid that only the supreme Buddhist skill "Vajra Zen Lion Roar" can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. The knight on the opposite side who was leading the horse felt a huge hammer hit him, and both the man and the horse were hit.
With a terrible cry, he fell to the ground.
The rest of the warriors were also shaken to the point of numbness in bones and muscles. They spurted blood and fell unconscious together with the mounts on their crotches.
This huge roar was like rolling thunder that covered the sky, echoing throughout the Xiaoshisanhang Market. In an instant, hundreds of people howled miserably and were knocked unconscious.
The huge market, with nearly ten thousand people, suddenly became deathly silent.
Even if a needle hits the ground, it will go very far.
Feng Zhou had already put on the giant horse and started to move towards the big wooden house on the hillside in front of him.
In the entire Xiaoshisanhang Market, the wooden house on this hillside is the highest, occupying a beautiful place. From where it occupies, you can overlook the entire Xiaoshisanhang Market. Under normal circumstances, it should be the central department of the entire market.
This is also where the real big deals are.
Therefore, there will be royal guards there.
It shows that there are dignitaries with real power there.
At this moment, an arrogant voice came out from the large wooden house on the hillside: "Mr. Feng, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
This voice was full of arrogance, with the confidence of having been in a high position for a long time and having real power, as if everything was controlled by wisdom.
Feng Zhou laughed loudly: "The whole small thirteen-line market has become silent because of you alone. Could it be that the nine admirals have arrived."
Following his words, he and his horse were getting closer and closer to the wooden house on the hillside. Feng Zhou had already heard the subtle and even breathing coming from the dozens of huge houses in front of him. He felt carefully, fearing that
There are not two or three thousand people.
Only soldiers who have gone through brutal battles and followed orders and prohibitions as directed by their arms can remain so quiet in an ambush without making any noise.
It can be seen that the ambush in the inn is just an appetizer, and this is where the main meal is.
Feng Zhou sneered, shook the big gun, pierced it into the ground, and then swung it suddenly! With a sound of "Boom!", countless stones and mud flew out, like a goddess scattering flowers to the opposite side.