Jingzhou pointed at the sword energy, and several waves of dragon energy flew out from his fingertips and wrapped around him, blocking the sword energy.
Zhanri looked at Jingzhou and said unwillingly: "You have to go against Luo Wen? The interests of the Yin and Yang family and Luo Wen are the same. If you go against Luo Wen, wouldn't you be beating yourself up?"
Zhang Han is Ying Zheng's right-hand man, and he holds the special power of the Shadow Secret Guard. Unless he has no choice, Zhan Ri really doesn't want to let Zhang Han go. If he kills Zhang Han at this time, Luo Wang's path to creating a new world will be smoother, and the only force that is truly loyal to Ying Zheng will be the Meng clan.
Jing Zhou smiled and said: "If we go back a few years, the interests of Luo Wang and the Yin Yang family are indeed consistent. However, at this time, the Yin Yang family and Luo Wen are not the same people."
"I wonder how you are going to escape this time? What kind of talk will you make?"
Jing Zhou's words made Qi Ri feel ashamed and angry, but he didn't know how to refute. In front of this man, he was defeated twice in a row, especially the second time. If he had not used secret techniques to escape in a hurry, he would have turned into a corpse under that sword.
The power of that sword, when he thought about it now, chilled him to the bone. Zhenri had never seen such a sword before. Even the sunlight in the sky was covered by the light of that sword.
That sword seemed to split the world in his eyes into two!
Suddenly, Zhan Ri's expression was greatly shaken. He secretly said "No," he threw down the snare killer and hurriedly retreated.
Jingzhou didn't know when he had a small golden tower in his hand. The small tower kept spinning in his hand, and the supreme sound echoed continuously.
Although Zhan Ri didn't know what the little golden tower was, bursts of music fell on his ears like magic sounds, and the true energy in his body was stirred by the music, boiling like hot water, with a faint tendency to be uncontrollable.
Suddenly Zhan Zhi's heart felt cold, and the tingling sensation on his back made him smell the breath of death.
A thin golden light shot out from the small tower. The golden light is overwhelming, and the force is as strong as the heavens and the earth. It makes people unable to avoid it, and they can only resist it with all their strength.
Turning around, he raised his sword and slashed vertically. He bit the tip of his tongue against the sun and opened his eyes wide. Using the stinging pain, he mobilized his twelve successful powers and struggled to swing out the sword in his hand.
Dark clouds were rolling, strong winds were blowing, and there was a sense of solemnity in the world.
Then the golden light and the sword energy collided. Zhang Han's heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes unconsciously.
There was no explosion as he expected, but instead there was an eerie silence. Zhang Han opened his eyes and looked forward. The golden light as thick as a tachyon silently swallowed up the sword energy that covered the sun.
The black iron mask covering Sun's face could not withstand the pressure and suddenly exploded, revealing a face that Meng Tian was very familiar with.
"No!"
A desperate scream was extremely loud in the dead night, and golden light flashed, and the golden light penetrated through the body of the sun.
"Lord Hidden Sun..."
"Master Zhiri is dead!
All the snare killers on the ground seemed to be petrified, standing on the ground blankly.
Zhanri is not only the first-class killer of Luowang Tianzi, whose strength is unfathomable, but also the leader of Luowang, with a high status. Even the first-class killers of Luowang, Jing Salamander and Six Sword Slave, will shout when they see Zhishi A "Sir".
One moment they, led by Zhi Ri, slaughtered a group of secret shadow guards, and were about to kill Zhang Han as well. The next moment Zhi Ri was killed by a golden light, without even a chance to escape.
In an instant, in the hearts of everyone in Luowang, the sky fell.
The violent shock caused everyone to freeze in place and forget to escape.
The next moment, dozens of snare killers were drowned in endless red and green light.
The young and old Siming each made their own seals, and the bloody handprints and green leaves were like sharp swords, piercing through the snare killers one after another.
After a few breaths, there was no one caught in the net on the ground.
The pungent smell of blood and the blood in his nose made Zhang Hanmeng cough several times.
In the narrow space, hundreds of corpses were densely stacked.
After he breathed a little more comfortably, Zhang Han said: "I didn't expect that the man hiding the sun turned out to be Marquis Tongwu."
Zhang Han had guessed about the identity of Zhenri, including Tian Guang, the peasant hero, Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Taoist clan, and even most of the generals in the imperial army, but he had never thought about it.
Wang Ben is the son of Wang Jian, and the eldest princess of the empire, Princess Huayang, is married to Wang Jian. The Wang family can be said to be relatives of the emperor. Wang Ben himself has outstanding military achievements and holds a high position. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no matter what the outcome would be. It's hard for Zhang Han to believe it.
Jing Zhou said: "The truth is often the hardest thing to believe. Is General Zhang's injury okay?"
Zhang Han spat out a mouthful of bruised blood and said with a wry smile: "I can't believe that Hidden Sun's strength is so deep. Although there is no danger of life, Zhang Han may not be able to use force for a while."
Jingzhou said: "General Zhang can just rest for some time. Marquis Tongwu is a rare dignitary in the empire. His death is bound to cause a lot of waves, so we have to ask General Zhang to suppress this matter for a while. Relatively speaking, After death, it would be better for Marquis Tongwu to disappear inexplicably for a period of time as before."
A wisp of blue light flew out from Jingzhou's body, making up like flames, and landed on Wang Ben's body.
The next moment, Wang Ben's body solidified into ice, then turned into ice slag, shattered, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Zhang Han nodded, suppressing his doubts in his heart.
The elder and younger Siming investigated around and returned behind Jingzhou.
Da Siming said: "Sir, there is no one alive here."
Jingzhou nodded, looking towards the edge of the forest a few hundred meters away, and said with a smile, "There is one more person."
"Is there another person?" Da Siming was surprised.
Zhang Han also had a look of surprise on his face. Previously, Young Master Siming killed all the killers in the net like chopping vegetables. His strength was not bad, but someone was able to escape the detection of Young Master Siming of the Yin Yang Family.
Jingzhou said: "Yes, there is another person. That person's aura matches the surroundings and blends into one, so he can avoid your eyes and ears. General Zhang, it seems that your injury can be healed faster."
As Jing Zhou's words fell to the ground, a beautiful figure wearing a blue Taoist robe came out from the edge of the forest, flashed dozens of feet, and came to Jing Zhou and others in the blink of an eye.
"With its light and its dust, it is as if it is pure and beautiful. Tianzong's harmony of light and dust is indeed extraordinary. Not only can it shield its own breath, but the effect of this alien transposition is also unique in the world." Jingzhou praised. One sentence.
This technique complements Xiaomeng and complements each other. If it cooperates with the eclipse of the world and makes things in its own domain infinitely slower, Xiaomeng's alien transposition will be even more powerful.
Da Siming turned around and said softly: "Xiaomeng, the head of Tianzong, why is she here?"
Although she was surprised, Da Siming looked at Xiaomeng with interest. She had heard these two names from adults in the past.
Shao Siming's eyes were as calm as autumn water, and her expression was neither sad nor happy. Xiao Meng's arrival did not cause any change in her.
"I've met Master Xiaomeng," Zhang Han saluted Xiaomeng.
Xiao Meng held the floating hilt of the "Qiuli Sword" gently in her hand, her eyes were a little cold, and her whole body exuded a coldness that could repel people thousands of miles away. She turned a deaf ear to Zhang Han's words.
Her gray-white eyes glanced around indifferently, and when they landed on Jing Zhou, they paused for a moment and said coldly: "You killed Wang Ben and avenged him."
When the word "him" was mentioned, a trace of tenderness flashed across Xiao Meng's face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
In an instant, Xiao Meng's memory surged like a surge.
That year she joined the Tian Sect and met Qingxuan of the Human Sect.
Qingxuan was a very lazy person. She rarely saw him practicing swordsmanship. The most he did was either fishing or playing xun.
"As a disciple of the Renzong, you only play the xun but don't practice swordsmanship. I think your studies are neglected. I would like to investigate, uncle."
As a master uncle, she tested Qingxuan's kung fu and defeated Qingxuan, who was much older than her, and was extremely proud of herself.
Later, Qingxuan was expelled from Taoism for stealing secret books.
She didn't understand why Qingxuan wanted to steal secret books after he had already met Wanchuan Qiushui. She stopped Qingxuan on his way out. This time, Qingxuan was not defeated by her. Only then did Xiaomeng realize that Qingxuan had always been the one to let him go. Holding her.
"No one can truly do whatever they want. Even fish are shackles by the water. Even the water itself is shackles. No matter how free a life is, it cannot escape the shackles of fate." This is what Qingxuan once said to her.
Qingxuan left, until one day, Master Bei Mingzi took her and saw Qingxuan again.
Only this time, what she saw was a corpse, a hanged corpse hanging in front of the city gate.
Qingxuan sentenced Taoism for revenge, and did not want to involve Taoism.
"Every white-headed boy has a sad past," Jingzhou sighed secretly.
There are three realms of Taoist birth and enlightenment. The first level is "I". Although Xiaomeng is a genius, he can never forget the hatred of his family and country, and his sword is filled with murderous intent. The second level is "forgetfulness". Although Qingxuan appears to have let go, in fact he still can't forget it, so he will assassinate Wang Ben who is flooding the beam. The third level is "selflessness". Qingxuan used his own failure and sacrifice to complete the road to revenge for Xiaomeng. He saw the dream shattered with his own eyes, and Xiaomeng had a great enlightenment.
"So, Master Xiaomeng, I wonder if I can take a look at Qiuli in your hand?" Jing Zhou had always been curious about this sword, which ranked ninth in Fengbeard's sword manual.
Because this sword is a sword with a unique shape and a tuft of hair on the back, it is commonly known as a broom sword.
Xiaomeng came back to her senses, handed Qiuli forward, and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be interested in swords."
Zhang Han was slightly startled by this smile, and thought to himself: "I never expected that Master Xiaomeng would have such a little girly side."
Jing Zhou smiled and said: "Of course I am interested, because it is not only a sword, but also a whisk, containing the ultimate principles of Taoism and the vitality of heaven and earth.
Zhuang Zhou was greatly inspired by this sword during his leisurely travels. "
What impressed Jing Zhou the most was that in Xiao Meng's hands, this sword could revive dead trees, which was similar to the rejuvenation of all things in the Renzong.
As soon as he held Qiuli, Jingzhou felt that there was a strong Yimu Qi in the sword. The Yimu Qi clung to the sword like a green basket, and streams of vitality emanated from the sword, making Jingzhou feel energetic. Shocked.
Jing Zhou secretly thought: "It turns out that this sword contains the vitality of heaven and earth. As expected, the top ten famous swords in the sword manual cannot be ranked. Each sword has infinite magical uses."
Zhang Han said: "I often hear that there are two famous swords in Taoism. One is Xue Ji and the other is Qiuli. They are both famous swords. I dare to ask the master, what are the magical uses of these two swords?"
Jing Zhou glanced at Xiao Meng and saw that the smile on her lips had faded, and secretly thought that this guy was a fool.
Although Zhang Han is thoughtful and highly valued by Yingzheng, he is not sensitive to words and expressions, especially in front of beauties.
Seeing Zhang Han's eagerness for knowledge, Jing Zhou said: "Xue Ji is a gate-holding sword passed down by the Taoist ancestors. It is a token of Taoist leaders in every generation. This sword has been used since the time when Tao divided heaven and man three hundred years ago. It is worshiped by the two sects of Heaven and Man in turn. General Zhang must ask Master Xiaomeng about this wonderful effect."
After taking a closer look at Qiuli, Jingzhou returned the sword to Xiaomeng and said with a smile: "As for the Qiuli sword, General Zhang will immediately know the magical use of this sword, so we won't disturb Master Xiaomeng and Xiaomeng." General Zhang."
Jingzhou laughed and hid in the night with his eldest son Siming.
Zhang Han looked confused and looked at Xiaomeng, "Master Xiaomeng, I wonder what the national master meant?"
Xiao Meng said coldly: "It seems that your injuries are not serious, and you still have enough time to study Xue Ji and Qiu Li."
Zhang Han's expression became even more confused, "What did the master mean?"
The next moment, Xiaomeng's hand fell on her shoulder, and then in the dead night, there was a cry of pain, startling many birds to fly away.
