"Yang Feng."

Seeing Yang Feng's arms hanging down, Zhao Yun called out and was filled with tears.

No matter how strong his immortal power was, no matter how strong his spiritual power was, he could not save Yang Feng's life. He watched helplessly as his good brother died in his arms. His helpless roar was also a roar from his soul.

It was still that kind of guilt that tormented him to pieces.

Because of him, another friend died.

"Rashomon."

The three characters Zhao Yun came out from between the teeth.

He looked at the ghost-faced Yama, his eyes turned blood red.

"Do you believe this kind of nonsense?" Ghost Faced Yama glanced at it, took the war spear that nailed Yang Feng, and sniffed it again and again, "I, Rashomon, have professional ethics and have always killed secretly, but

There is no such thing as killing someone and having the whole world scream about it."

These words woke up Zhao Yun.

It was because he was so angry that he lost some wisdom.

Thinking about it carefully, he and Rashomon seem to have reached some kind of alliance. How could he send someone to kill his friend? If he really wanted to take revenge on him, Ghost Faced Yama wouldn't have saved him last night.

Then there is only one possibility: frame the blame.

At that moment, it was true that Yang Feng was conscious, but Yang Feng may not have known it. He must have been the real murderer, and he deliberately gave Yang Feng a false impression, making Yang Feng mistakenly believe that the person who killed him was a Rashomon assassin.

This bureau has done really well.

With Yang Feng's words, he diverted the trouble eastwards.

But the other party still made every possible effort to make plans.

They probably didn't expect that he had formed an alliance with Rashomon, and that following him was the most powerful killer second only to the leader of Rashomon... Ghost Faced Yama.

"Southern Region...Gongsun Family."

The ghost-faced Yama said calmly and turned the war spear into ashes.

After hearing the name of the Gongsun family, Zhao Yun was more silent than expected.

He was not surprised that the Gongsun family was the murderer.

Because he was not surprised, he remained silent, but underneath his silence was a mad heart.

Even if he kills his friend, he will not stop dying.

"Good for you Gongsun family."

Ghost-faced Yama left cursing. After all these years of being a killer, this was the first time he saw someone who dared to throw dirty water on him, Rashomon. It was because of his wit and the nose of a dog.

When the opponent makes a move, he has to follow up, right?

He had to have a good talk with the sect leader about this matter, so as not to let Gongsun's family remember it, as they were all dishonest.

"Disciple."

Still crying, soon the sound filled the mountains and forests.

He is the elder of Tianzong Lingguoyuan.

Yang Feng was his disciple, whom he had watched grow up, but was actually killed.

"check."

"Check it carefully for me."

Yang Xuanzong was furious and shouted throughout the whole world.

In one day, three Tianzong disciples died tragically. If you don't take revenge, you will be in vain as the leader of Tianzong.

Zhao Yun stood up and walked further and further away, his steps staggering a bit.

He did not say anything about the murderer. There were so many people at the scene that it was obviously not suitable to talk about it. If the Gongsun family, the Fire Dragon clan and the Ge family knew about it, they would be alerted. The other party must be on guard and dig a hole for them to wait for them to work.

He will avenge this.

After finishing the Xiaori Kingdom, they sent their troops southward, hoping to catch the three families off guard when they were unprepared. If they didn't fight, they would be killed. If they did, they would destroy all nine of their clans.

The journey home was desolate.

It's a tragic thing, and it's natural for relatives to hate it and for enemies to be happy.

The ghost-faced Yama sniffed was true. It was indeed the Gongsun family, the Fire Dragon clan and the Ge family who were secretly playing tricks. After everyone had left for a long time, the three families gathered on the top of a mountain. They laughed so happily that Ji Hen cried more painfully. They

The more you feel accomplished, it feels like you have done something meaningful.

Outside the imperial capital, the army has been assembled.

They are waiting for the commander-in-chief of this army.

They did wait.

However, Ji Hen took a detour and went to Tianzong.

Ling Fei, Zi Yan and Yang Feng were brought back and buried in the back mountain of Tianzong.

Many people cried, too many shed tears.

In front of the grave, Zhao Yun was like a monument. His face was as silent as death, and there was no human emotion. The tears in his eyes were also forcibly suppressed by him. Anyone who knew him knew that the more silent the Holy Son of Tianzong, the more he became.

It's terrifying, just like a wild beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years and is about to wake up.

"You...will not die in vain."

Zhao Yun left a word and turned to leave.

These words were more than just words, he would use the blood of the three clans to pay homage to the souls of his brothers.

He left, his back looking desolate.

Huanmeng, who had returned to Tianzong, watched him go, feeling heartbroken.

In just a few months, his master died, his wife was converted, his senior sister became a mysterious person, and even his confidante's body was destroyed.

Now, three good brothers have been killed one after another.

Bad news...one after another.

Without a very strong state of mind, he would not be able to withstand such repeated blows.

outside the city.

The Daxia Expeditionary Army finally welcomed their commander.

An army of one hundred thousand troops set out in an instant and followed the Holy Son of Heaven straight to the bridal chamber.

Gua!

The neighing of the big roc is full of sadness.

He is connected with Zhao Yun and knows how much his master's heart aches.

Zhao Yun stood quietly, frighteningly silent.

Beside her, Concubine Long wanted to speak but hesitated several times, but finally did not say anything.

Too many things have happened these days, and this young man needs some peace and quiet.

"Princess, where are we going?"

Many elders caught up and pulled Long Fei aside.

Not to mention them, more than 99% of the Daxia Expeditionary Force had no idea what Ji Hen was taking them to do.

No one dared to ask.

The Holy Son of Tianzong lost three good brothers today, but no one dared to touch his bad luck.

In their opinion, they should rush to the border to help.

However, this possibility is very small.

Looking at the major dynasties, only the Yuan Dynasty and the Black Dragon Dynasty are on the same level as the Great Xia in national power. As for the other dynasties, they all seem to be just soy sauce.

In the battle at the southeastern border, Dayuan lost millions of troops;

In the battle at the northern border, Black Dragon also suffered heavy casualties.

As long as these two parties cease their activities, the rest will not be able to make big waves.

This melee between dynasties had already turned into a confrontation a month ago. No dynasty, including the Yuan Dynasty and the Black Dragon Dynasty, dared to attack easily anymore.

Of course, this is also due to Ji Hen's contribution.

His two lightning strikes really cast a shadow on the two dynasties.

As for other dynasties, if you want to attack, you have to think carefully. If you don't want to be struck by lightning, it's better to stay safe.

"Princess, where are we going?" Many people were asking the same question.

"Attack Little Japan." Concubine Long didn't hide it anymore.
To be continued...