Since ancient times, I have no regrets, but this hatred will last forever.

Although Yuan Shu was not an emperor, he usurped the title of the country in Yuzhou and built the imperial capital. He captured a large number of concubines. Even Ling'er's cousin Huangfu Song regarded him as his biological son Huangfu Zhu'er, who had sang and conquered under Yuan Shu's relatively strong body.

But Yuan Shu didn't take them seriously, nor did he even take them seriously.

He is not an emperor, but he has the intention of an emperor.

The Zhong family leader and the Taiping Dao Sect Master were both partially pressed on his shoulders, and they were never put on the show and made everyone joke.

For the sake of the country, to replace the Han Dynasty, and to cultivate the Taoist temples of Taiping or Taoism throughout the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty, he did not indulge in women. In his mind, the generals under the throne, the chivalrous men of the corps, or the weak strategists of the world, were obviously more important than those concubines.

He has a bad temper and doesn't seem to be very clever, but he does regard those people as his team to conquer the world and as brothers. Therefore, Yan Xiang dared to quarrel with him, Lei Bo defeated Runan but replaced him with the prefect of Qichun, and Zhang Yan and Ji Ling were as loyal to him as his brothers.

But now, Wang Duan, another brother he also regarded as a strong man, not only did he play around with them, but even his and Yuan Shao's lives will be left here. How can you not hate him?

The feeling of being deceived is particularly unpleasant. Hate is like grass in the spring rain, and it is swirling in the heart. In the blink of an eye, it swallows Yuan Shu's heart like a monster. The anger in his eyes can no longer be curbed, and blue veins on his forehead and arms are rising.

Looking at Wang Yue who was as calm as the breeze, Yuan Shu was angry, as if he was angered lion on the African prairie. He locked the whisk left to him by the real person of Nanhua in his hand. The Chengying Sword at his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, and the roar of anger soared into the sky with the sword light.

"Wang Yue, you are a traitor, and I will regard you as the mainstay of revitalizing my sect and believe in you. You dare to deceive this sect like this. Today you will definitely tear you apart!"

If Cui Shiniang and Tang Zhou hated Wang Yue like a surging river, then their hatred was now more transferred to Yuan Shu. After all, the masterminds of Nanhua and Yuan Shu were the masterminds who destroyed Qianjitang, and Wang Yue just happened to be a sharp sword in their hands.

However, the hatred for Wang Yue had just melted away, but Yuan Shu's hatred surged up again, surging like the rushing Yellow River.

As soon as the words were finished, the Chengying Sword had arrived in front of Wang Yue. The cold sword edge rolled up dozens of cold winds to block the road in front of Wang Yue. The sharpness was as sharp as snow, and the sword body fell on plum blossoms. Judging from the posture, it might really remove Wang Yue from eight pieces.

Yuan Shu is already crazy!

Except for Cui Shiniang, Tang Zhou and others who were eyeing him, the rest were all generals and warriors under Wang Li. Where did he get the courage to attack Wang Li's father?

Could it be that Liang Jingru gave it to him?

The generals under Yuan Shu's tent, Yang Feng, Yu Du, Tao Sheng and others have become fish on Wang Li's chopping board. They all looked at Yuan Shu in amazement, secretly hoping that Wang Yue could withstand this move, for fear that if he was careless, he would become a pond fish next to the city gate.

Yuan Shao was also dumbfounded, his eyes waiting like a copper bell.

However, Yuan Shu no longer cared about it anymore. He was like a gambler, betting all his wealth on this sword. He knew that he could no longer get out of this ladder today. Wouldn't it be better to pull a back-up shuffle before he died?

Yuan Shu's movements were faster, and Chengying Sword rushed towards him like lightning, only a short distance from Wang Yue.

Suddenly, Wang Yue moved, and he kicked slightly under his feet and floated, and the person was already rising and moving in the sword shadow with the wind.

It is as quiet as a virgin, and it is as moving as a rabbit.

It is perfect to describe Wang Yue in this sentence. When he stood among the crowd, he was like a mountain and abyss. When he moved, he was like a swimming fish in the sea, passing through the shadows of sword nets. His feathered clothes were swaying and swaying, and his flowers were not touching, and he was not touching the body.

With a crisp sound of "Dang", Wang Yue's swords came out at the same time, and waved his hand and hit the sword edge of Chengying Sword. The sword net broke, and Wang Yue had already landed five or six steps away from Yuan Shu, like a fish that had escaped the net.

"you!"

Yuan Shu's face was as green as the tendons that appeared. The Chengying Sword in his hand pointed at Wang Yue, his lips were stammering, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He is the current sect leader of Taipingdao. His swordsmanship originated from the teachings of the real person of Nanhua, but he has inherited Zhang Jiao's ruthlessness, domineeringness and indomitable progress. If he had to list the top ten swordsmen in the world, he would definitely be in the top ten.

Unfortunately, even with such a sword technique, he could not sneak attack Wang Yue. He had just made a move, and Wang Yue easily broke away from the range pointed by his sword tip.

Obviously, Wang Yue's martial arts skills have exceeded his expectations.

He had made up his mind to die and took the guy in front of him away with him. However, Wang Yue not only concealed his true identity and purpose, but also concealed his sword skills from him.

Wang Yue is Wang Yue. It seems that Wang Yue has not done his best to fight against the enemy several times before and in daily life, whether in Yong'an Palace, in front of Jiujing Tower and on the banks of the Shuishu River.

"I know you hate me, but I don't want to fight you now. The next thing you have to face is Miss Cui and the others!" Wang Yue smiled sarcastically at Yuan Shu, then turned around and nodded to Cui Shiniang.

"Miss Cui, your master and Qianjitang's real enemy are here. When will you stay? As for my life, you can come and get it at any time. But now I won't accompany you anymore. I have to go back to Luoyang to see Li'er's mother and my eldest grandson!"

After saying that, his arms flapped up like a big roc spreading his wings and rose into the air, landing far away on the cliff, then grabbed the vines on the cliff and swung them, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Cui Shiniang, Tang Zhou, Zhi Lou Jiachen and Yandafu watched Wang Yue leave. Although he wanted to chase him, Wang Li was inconvenient here. Secondly, Wang Yue left a message to go to Luoyang, and they were not afraid of him flying away. Thirdly, as Wang Yue said, the real enemy of the master was Yuan Shu.

With Yuan Shu here, why should they go far and far?

"Yuan Shu, come here!"

A angrily shout came out, and the flute was crossing Cui Shiniang's mouth, swallowing, the excitement and lingering flute sounds were flying in the moonlight. Yuan Shu's heart and limbs were also immersed in the melodious melody with the rhythm, swinging and dancing, and even madness. The Chengying Sword in his hand slowly slowed down, and the momentum just now disappeared.

The dream soul returns to the west tonight, and the peacemakers of the past are gone!

Two crazy sticks rolled towards Yuan Shu, and two murderous swords took the enemy straight. Tang Zhou, Zhi Lou Jiachen and Yanda Fu jumped at the same time, surrounding Yuan Shu. The crazy stick and sharp sword in his hand opened and closed, one stick after another, one sword after another, like mercury pouring into the ground and the green mountains, and the moves remained the key to Yuan Shu.

A sudden scream sounded, the flute suddenly stopped, the stick and sword suddenly stopped, Yuan Shu stood in the center of the four people with pale face and eyes were out of focus, his clothes were falling, and several wounds on his chest were particularly eye-catching, and blood flowed along the wound, dyeing the lawn under his feet red.

"Benchu, follow me down the mountain, if you still want to watch your three sons live!"

Wang Li nodded slightly at Yuan Shao, and the Zhongxing sword was sheathed and crossed his waist. Without waiting for Yuan Shao to reply, he turned around and walked down the mountain, leaving everyone with a bleak and lonely back.
Chapter completed!