"Fang La~La! Ah!"

"Lin Lingsu~! Ah!"

Thousands of thunders shone across the sky and the earth. On the edge of the West Lake, the Leifeng Pagoda collapsed, and the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

Lin Lingsu and Fang La got angry as soon as they fought, and then they got more and more angry.

Manichaeism has millions of followers who believe in Ming Zun and worship the leader as the incarnation of Ming Zun...

Isn't this the same trick that Zhang Jiao played back then? How could Lin Lingsu not know that today, she really has the idea of ​​​​getting rid of this serious problem for the imperial court.

Lin Lingsu, who was stronger, acted cruelly, and Fang La had no choice but to go all out in order not to be beaten to death. The two real-life attacks turned the huge West Lake upside down.

Shi Bao wanted to help, but was stopped by Li Zhu's golden sword. The two of them fought with restraint, not desperate, and headed north while fighting.

On the other side, Li Hao and Murong Fu fought without a trace of fireworks, it was all acting.

Li Hao was very cautious at first. Before he even started, he raised a Sky Eye to an altitude of 100 meters, serving as an observation satellite and long-range attack weapon.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu politely complimented 'Xuzhu' when he first came up, and then, without showing his true form or chanting a poem, he just used his sword energy to attack Li Hao from a distance.

With this sword energy, even Yang Zhi can't kill him.

Li Hao blocked two moves, and watched as the slow sword energy cut away a large area of ​​forest, and he started to understand the situation.

Fateful Pass!

The abbreviation of ‘Starlight Geomagnetic Program Inertial Information Comprehensive Guidance Integrated System’ is a powerful magical power that can only be developed and used with the assistance of ‘Celestial Eyes’.

Li Hao stretched out several gun barrels from behind, and with the help of the clairvoyance above his head, he fired dozens of high-energy shells every second. They all accurately collided with Murong Fu's sword energy and then scattered in all directions.

The shells were so powerful that they bombarded the land for miles around countless times, even if they were not within a hundred meters of Murong Fu.

"The master really has great wisdom!"

Murong Fuben still had some thoughts of suddenly using all his strength to capture Xu Zhu directly. When he saw this fate expert, he knew that even with all his strength, he could not defeat Xu Zhu quickly, so he calmed down and praised (Yanbu) sincerely:
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"Not long after the master broke through his true form, he was able to understand destiny. He is truly a born virtuous monk!"

"No, sir, your swordsmanship is extraordinary, but the poor monk is just trying to resist."

The two old actors, who had not moved a step since the fight, looked at each other and smiled. They continued to 'fight fiercely' while savoring the battle between Lin Lingsu and Fang La.

"Master!"

Lin Lingsu turned thunder into a sword and cut off Fang La's hair with a single stroke, turning Fang La into a Mediterranean... Li Haozheng was excited when he heard Murong Fu's voice transmission into the secret.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, this appearance is actually fake. I am actually Murong Fuye of the Murong family in Gusu."

"Oh." Li Haoping responded calmly, and then stopped answering.

I have already guessed that there are only so many masters in Jiangnan Road, who else can be secretive?

When Murong Fu saw that 'Xu Zhu' ignored him, he felt angry in his heart. He also thought about how he had spent most of his life working for Fu Yan, but had gained very little, so he immediately showed off his cards:

"Murong Fu changed his appearance and changed his appearance. He was a villain in vain. He could not hide himself under the master's clairvoyance. I am really ashamed.

But I also have an unspeakable secret. I am actually a direct descendant of the Yan Kingdom seven hundred years ago, the thirty-seventh generation grandson of Emperor Jing Zhao, and the most orthodox heir to the throne of Yan!"

Having said this, Murong Fu raised his head slightly, looking complacent, and glanced sideways at Li Hao, waiting to see his shocked expression.

Li Hao suppressed his laughter and said seriously:

"Gusu Murong actually has such an origin? Then I won't pretend anymore. My common name is Liu Bo. I am the 40th generation grandson of Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty. I am the most orthodox heir to the throne of the Han Dynasty!"

Murong Fu could no longer maintain his graceful appearance and shouted angrily:

"The master is obviously a fatherless orphan at the foot of the Shaoshi Mountain. How can he be a descendant of the Han Dynasty? Is the master just for fun?"

Li Hao spread his hands and even took back the six barrels behind him, laughing loudly and saying:

"Mr. Murong was the one who amused me first! How could the three generations of the Murong Yan family have inherited the throne for several decades after the destruction of the Yan Kingdom for seven hundred years?

Even if Mr. Murong is really a descendant of the Yan Kingdom, where is your land? Where are your people? Hahaha! Isn’t the throne of a landless and peopleless throne just the stone throne of a savage in the mountains?"

The truth hurts the most!

Yan Kingdom...Murong clan...have long been outdated and forgotten things!

Murong Fu always knew this, but he never thought about it, as if this way he could put on the 'Yan Emperor's dragon robe' and immerse himself in the dream of becoming an emperor.

But today, this dream was shattered.

Murong Fu pulled off his human skin mask, revealing a fair face, his teeth were chattering, and his eyes were filled with endless anger, like an enraged lion.

"Bald donkey, how dare you bully me!"

Murong Fu dropped his sword on the ground and decided to use his true skills to fight for his life against this thief monk.

"Wait a minute! How angry are you? Don't you just want to be the emperor? There are many people in the world who have this idea, but there are only a few who actually dare to do it."

When Murong Fu heard such words that "he is a treasonous person, he has no king and no father", he was also stunned. He stopped and looked directly at Li Hao, waiting for his next words.

Li Hao summoned the Heavenly Eye in front of him to defend himself, and then started to cheat:

"Since you want to regain the Yan Dynasty, how many soldiers and generals do you have? How much food and grass are there? How are you going to attack the city and plunder the government, and how are you going to overthrow the Song Dynasty? How will you deal with Xixia and Liao in the process of overthrowing the Song Dynasty?"

"It's true...it's true..." Murong Fu was speechless for a moment.

Li Hao then said heartily:

"Don't you want to rely on your reputation as Gusu Murong to raise your arms and have a crowd of responders? No way? Does anyone really think that rebellion is such a simple thing?"

Murong Fu felt aggrieved and could not refute, so he could only endure his anger and said: "Of course I have a plan, what does it have to do with you?"

"Hahaha, you can do it if you want!" Li Hao glanced disdainfully, causing Murong Fu's face to turn red, and then he smiled:

"The poor monk had been taught the Dharma by a stranger before, and he had obtained a trace of the miraculous power of leakage, and he was able to break through the true form. Although he did not understand the leakage, he could feel it when he broke through. It was considered that the destiny of the Great Song Dynasty had been less than ten years.

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Murong Fu was overjoyed when he heard this, but he still had some skills, so he asked calmly:

"What do you mean by this?"

"I don't want to frame you either. I stole the opportunity and went south this time just because I wanted to find a real emperor, a prince, a prince, and a chancellor, so that I can protect my descendants.

But today, just by the West Lake, we have already encountered three people with the aura of dragon and python. It is really difficult to deal with and choose!"

He said so, I must be one of them! Sure enough, I, Murong Fu, have the dragon energy of destiny in me!

Murong Fu was overjoyed. He forgot all Li Hao's previous ridiculing words and asked respectfully:

"I wonder what the master has to teach me?"

Isn't it too easy to take the bait? Looking at Murong Fu, whose eyes were red, Li Hao was filled with emotion:

People tend to lie to themselves. Isn't Murong Fu smart? But he was obsessed with restoring the country and becoming emperor, so he was fooled by a direct hook.

"The dragon spirit of the Song Dynasty is still there, and I can't tell which of you is the real dragon or the fake one, who is Chen Sheng, who is Liu Bang! So instead of making a desperate move and accumulating difficulties, it is better to sell the goods to three houses. Mr. Murong may understand?"

Ever since Li Hao said that there were three people with the spirit of dragon and python, Murong Fu had been trying to figure out who the other two people Li Hao said had dragon life:

Mingjiao Fang La must be one of them. Is the other Li Zhu or Shi Bao? Or is he one of the people who was forced back by Lin Lingsu's sky thunder before?

Murong Fu's mind was turning over and over again. He bowed down and held the disciple's ceremony, bowed his head and said:

"I understand. If the master has something to ask for, it's okay to say it. If he can reach the great treasure again, I would like to grant him a position. The master's descendants will share the same fate with the country and enjoy wealth forever."

Li Hao put on an enigmatic smile and said:

"Fang La has millions of followers. How can you compete with them if you start an uprising? Why not follow the story of Liu Bang and Xiang Yu, borrow the power of the Ming Cult, raise Murong's troops, defeat the Song Dynasty first, and then make calculations.

Without the suppression of the dragon energy of the Great Song Dynasty, if you are the real dragon emperor, I will help you. If not, you and I will not lose our status as princes, so what?"

Murong Fu calculated carefully and felt that there seemed to be no loss in temporarily joining the Mingjiao. He also thought that his ancestor Murong Chui had stayed under the former Qin monarch Fu Jian for fifteen years before finding an opportunity to establish Hou Yan, so he nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu seemed to see himself sitting on the throne and ruling the world in a trance. As soon as his eyes rolled, his subjective initiative immediately came up and he said eagerly:

"Now the Song Dynasty can only control the numbers with one hand, and the strongest among them are Lin Lingsu and Cai Jing. If we can kill them here today, it will be like cutting off Zhao Ji's arm!"

Children can be taught! The thugs are here to trick you!

Li Hao nodded with satisfaction and led Murong Fu straight to Fang Lalin Lingsu's battlefield.

On the West Lake, where the beauty was no longer beautiful, Lin Lingsu was beating Fang La violently, and while beating him back, he scolded:

"Why? Why haven't you revealed your true form yet?"

The strength of the Taoist sect lies in the strange spells and secret techniques. Generally speaking, the close combat is not comparable to the two schools of Buddhism and Wushu, and is only better than the Confucian sect.

But Lin Lingsu, who had grown into a multifaceted martial artist, actually suppressed Fang La, a martial arts master of a generation, in close combat. Even though Fang La was beaten until he vomited blood, he still refused to reveal his true form and reveal the appearance of the gods and demons he had cultivated.<

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"Leader! I'm here to help you!"

In the sky, an aircraft resembling an H-20 flew past, and countless missiles and lasers were fired directly at the entangled two people.
To be continued...