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Chapter 937: Sword Killing (Part 1)

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    Zheng Yuanhe let out a chuckle, and looked at Hu Houming with disdain: "What does the prince want to do?"

    Hu Houming stared at him coldly.

    Zheng Yuanhe turned around and came back, stepped forward a few steps to Hu Houming, looked at him with disdain: "My lord, do you want to kill me?"

    "I can't kill you?" Hu Houming gritted his teeth.

    Zheng Yuanhe still looked disdainful: "Why kill me?"

    He immediately laughed, shook his head and said, "Is it because I'm too presumptuous? Or do I want to kill someone?"

    "Because you deserve to die!" Hu Houming said coldly.

    "Hey!" Zheng Yuanhe stepped forward again, forcing Hu Houming in front of him, and then kept walking forward.

    Hu Houming frowned and avoided sideways.

    Zheng Yuanhe went straight to the grand master's chair behind the Zitanxuan case, turned around and sat down slowly, then crossed his legs into two legs, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at him sideways.

    Hu Houming's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped.

    Zheng Yuanhe has always been presumptuous, relying on his high martial arts cultivation and strength to be presumptuous, but he never expected that he would dare to be so presumptuous.

    How dare you sit in your own seat.

    At the beginning, because of his strong cultivation base, I have always condoned his presumptuousness and rudeness. On the one hand, I can use him, and on the other hand, I can also show my broad-mindedness.

    Unexpectedly, not only was Zheng Yuanhe not grateful, but he made further progress, putting his nose on his face, his expression became more and more presumptuous and gloomy, and his eyes shone coldly.

    He stubbornly resisted the urge to vomit, anger and killing intent surged in his chest, ready to spurt out together with the contents of his stomach at any time.

    He is obsessed with cleanliness, and Zheng Yuanhe's breath is like fetid stool to him, making him dizzy and stomach churning.

    But at this time, he must not vomit, must not show weakness, and the pride in his bones makes him absolutely unable to shrink back.

    He stared at Zheng Yuanhe, and said slowly: "You are courting death!"

    "Haha" Zheng Yuanhe laughed again: "My lord, you are definitely going to kill me to silence it, but unfortunately, even if you kill me, he will know about it."

    Hu Houming stared at him coldly.

    Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "If I am killed, then someone will send him a letter saying that I was ordered by you, the lord, to deal with him."

    Hu Houming only felt that the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

    This Zheng Yuanhe is such a jerk!

    Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Rather than that, the lord might as well help me and destroy him completely! What's more, I came here directly, and he might have seen it."

    Hu Houming took a deep breath, and his face gradually returned to calm.

    The more boiling his heart became, the calmer his mind became. This is a skill honed on the battlefield.

    Zheng Yuanhe sized him up with a half-smile.  "Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "You can't see clearly, you will only take the prince into consideration and take revenge.  "

    "Old Zheng, let's go." Hu Houming said warmly: "I really can't help you. You are highly cultivated and you are not his opponent, let alone a master in my palace."

    "In terms of martial arts, the palace's masters really can't be counted on." Zheng Yuanhe nodded: "But the prince has treasures, you can lend them to me!"

    Hu Houming frowned: "What treasure?"

    "Hehe" Zheng Yuanhe laughed: "Your Highness knows it, why do you have to tell me?"

    "tell me the story."

    "That sword." Zheng Yuanhe said: "The sword that the prince has always treasured."

    "Impossible!" Hu Houming flatly refused.

    "My lord," Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile, "Your lord, the sword is just an antique for appreciation. It is indeed covered with dust. If you lend it to you, you can use this sword to kill a demon monk. It can be said that everyone is happy!"

    Hu Houming frowned and said, "With this sword, can you kill him?"

    "Yes." Zheng Yuanhe smiled proudly: "He is just relying on his supernatural powers. If it is a martial arts competition, he is not worth mentioning at all!"

    Hu Houming shook his head: "His cultivation is also very powerful."

    "In the eyes of others, it is considered powerful, but in my eyes, hey!" Zheng Yuanhe said proudly: "As long as you break his magical powers, point to him, and shake your head helplessly.

    Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "My lord, to be honest, it's just you, my lord. If you were replaced by someone else, there would really be so many stinky rules and superiority and inferiority.  Your own happy life!"

    "Ai¡ª¡ª!" Hu Houming shook his head: "Old Zheng, you are a sword with two blades, which can hurt others as well as yourself."

    "Hey, only you, my lord, can drive it.?My double-edged sword.  " Zheng Yuanhe laughed.

    The two were chatting and laughing happily, the previous scene seemed to have never happened, it really turned their faces like a book.

    Sitting in the Sutra Pavilion, Fakong gazed leisurely through the bookshelves and walls, through thousands of mountains and rivers, across tens of thousands of miles, and fell on Zheng Yuanhe and Hu Houming, watching them resolve a fierce conflict.

    He put down an ancient book, stood up and walked outside the Buddhist scriptures pavilion with his hands behind his back, and stood on the lotus pond outside.

    The Lingkong Temple was built in imitation of the structure of the outer courtyard of the King Kong Temple. It is more perfect and refined on the basis of the structure of the outer courtyard of the King Kong Temple.

    Fakong paced with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

    "Follow me." Hu Houming said in a deep voice, "Go get the sword."

    "Hey, it's very good." Zheng Yuanhe rubbed his hands, excited: "Your Majesty, this sword can

    The distance between the two was only one step away, Zheng Yuanhe couldn't wait to reach out and snatch the sword, but he suppressed it.

    Hu Houming smiled slightly, pressed the hilt of the sword, and slowly drew out the sword.

    "Om" A dragon chant seemed to come from the sky. Although the sound was not loud, it clearly penetrated the curtain and entered the room.

    Zheng Yuan and Wenzhi were in a trance for a moment, then their eyes lit up, and then went dark, they didn't know anything, and fell into eternal darkness.
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