Daming I am Jin Yiwei

Even with Lian Xing, Lu Xiaofeng and a group of Jin Yiwei brothers.

However, Lu Xuan is fearless!

"Presumptuous!" Lu Xuan looked directly at the leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry, "Are you going to provoke the imperial court and let the Mobei Grassland reproduce the old story of Emperor Yongle's horse stepping on the glaciers in the grassland?"

"you!"

The leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry stared at Lu Xuan, wanting to scold Lu Xuan for being despicable, and even more wanting to kill this dog official!

"stop!"

The battle was about to break out, Xiao Feng suppressed his injuries and shouted loudly!

"You are here for me. If so, all of you will leave! This is the Central Plains, this is the Ming Dynasty, not the Song Dynasty hundreds of years ago."

When mentioning Da Song, Xiao Feng had some sadness in his eyes.

In a trance, a hundred years have passed in the human world, even if Song Liao is not around, I don't want to ignite the flames of war on this land because of him alone, so that people will die.

Hearing the order, the leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry was unwilling, but an order is an order.

"Yes!"

Yanyun's Eighteenth Cavalry ordered to forbid, at the same time retracted his saber, and retreated.

"Lord Lu, the father's debt will be paid by the son, Xiao Feng is willing to take the punishment on behalf of his father, please allow me!"

Not wanting to implicate others, and being alone is useless, Xiao Feng can only beg at this time!

He let go of Xu Zhu's support, the seven-foot hero fell down like a mountain!

thump!

Xiao Feng suddenly knelt down!

Surprised by this scene, the heroes were inexplicably shocked, no one could not be moved by such filial piety.

Even Lu Xuan felt a little compassion at this moment.

But justice is justice and must be judged fairly!

"Murder pays for life, the law of heaven is clear, and the law will not be merciful! But because of Xiao Daxia's filial piety, I will leave your father's whole body!"

Lu Xuan turned around, and the flying fish suit splashed with brilliance under the sun.

"You two, do you have any last words?"

"My son, there is no need to be like this! Being a father can die with the enemy, and you can also have the face to see your mother! Happy! Hahaha!"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo and laughed out loud!

Hundreds of years of blood feud between wives and wives will finally be fulfilled today!

"Jin Yiwei Lu Xuan! Great Ming Dynasty! Hahaha... My Great Yan Kingdom is finally dead!"

Murong Bo looked at Lu Xuan approaching, feeling sad and hopeless.

at this time!

The Xiuchun knife is out of its sheath, and the sword intent is instantaneous!

Soundlessly, it pierced Xiao Yuanshan's and Murong Bo's throats.

The innate masters who became famous hundreds of years ago, and the two eminent monks who had been lurking in the Luohan Hall of Shaolin for a hundred years, died in front of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and fell into the dust.

No matter what grievances or grievances they had before they were alive, or how superb their martial arts were, at this moment, they would all be turned into piles of loess.

"Amitabha!"

The eminent monk Xuanci of Shaolin Arhat Hall stared blankly at the two fallen in front of him, and shouted a Buddha's name.

He was originally ordered to prevent this tragedy, but he never expected such a result.

"father!"

Murong Fu with disheveled hair stumbled over, helped up Murong Bo's dead body, and stared fiercely at Lu Xuan:

"Lu Xuan, you dog official, you can't share the hatred of killing your father! One day, I will kill you!"

"The law is not merciful, Murong Fu, I hope you will not be like your father."

——Hehe, one day?

Lu Xuan didn't pay any attention to Murong Fu's threats.

What's more, after the news about the Shaolin Temple spread today, Gusu Murong's prestige in the world will plummet, no matter the righteous way or the evil way, he will not be willing to join them.

"Humph!"

The members of the Murong family grabbed Murong Fu who wanted to go all out, and left quickly.

Compared with Murong Fu, Xiao Feng was silent, holding Xiao Yuanshan's body with a sad face.

"Father, let's go home. I'll take you back to your mother."

Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry guarded behind Xiao Feng.

The leader of the eighteen cavalry stared at Lu Xuan coldly: "Lu Xuan, I hope you won't fall into my hands one day!"

After finding Xiao Feng, the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun respected Xiao Feng as their leader. Without Xiao Feng's order, they would not do anything here.

But this revenge, they wrote it down!

"Ha, I hope that I won't hear about the crimes of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry, and we won't see each other again."

Lu Xuan sneered.

The heroes of the Central Plains are also staring at Yanyun Eighteen Riders at this time. Even if the disputes in the Central Plains Wulin involve the imperial court, it is not up to the horse thieves in the Northern Wulin to point fingers.

Even if Yanyun Shibaqi's business in Beiwulin is to escort caravans and hunt horse thieves, to them, they are still horse thieves!

Murong Fu, Xiao Feng and others left.

The grievances between Shaolin Temple and the three eminent monks of the century-old Arhat Hall came to an end.

This time, the heroes of the rivers and lakes who were present were stunned, and at the same time, their impression of Jin Yiwei Lu Xuan was greatly improved.

People in the rivers and lakes say that they are chivalrous and righteous, but how many people are really willing to uphold justice for ordinary people.