The secret tomb of Emperor Wu.
On Zhuque Street, the killing was fierce, and the cold sword light swept everything.
On the gold and silver table, a chess game is played, dark waves are flowing, and murderous intentions are hidden within the chessboard.
"I'm actually very confused." The white-haired old man Li Shuantian dropped a white piece, "Why are you here, sir?"
The second gentleman dropped a sunspot and said calmly: "Shouldn't I come?"
"You have no reason to come." Li Shuantian said softly, "This place has never disturbed Suzaku Academy; your master, Dean Feng, has also acquiesced in the existence of this place."
"Even Master, his ideas usually change from time to time." Mr. Er said.
Li Shuantian lowered his eyebrows, lowered his head, and said softly: "They are friends."
Naturally, they were referring to Chen Changsheng, who had lived for nearly two thousand years and was the Martial Emperor of Daqian who once shone for an era.
"Perhaps they are friends." Mr. Second said, "Master knows that I am here."
"I can't see through it anymore." Li Shuantian looked at the black and white chessboard and sighed, "What I can do is to fulfill my duty."
"It's not that you can't see through it, but that you don't want to accept it." Mr. Er said, "If you are just guarding the tomb, Master will not care about this."
Li Shuantian was silent and slowly said, "He no longer cares about more than a thousand years, why did he choose today?"
Mr. Er said: "Actually, even now, Master doesn't care about this. Master's world is beyond your imagination."
Li Shuantian raised his head and looked at Mr. Er, the searching look in his eyes was obvious:
Since that person doesn't care, why are you and your junior brother here?
"Although I don't really want to admit it, Master, he does love this little junior brother of mine more." Mr. Er dropped a sunspot and said, "If my little junior brother wants to come here, then he will. There is no other reason."
"..."
Li Shuantian was stunned and kept silent for a long time. He didn't make a move, but looked towards Zhuque Street.
On Zhuque Street, Chu Xiu walked among the living dead, constantly drawing and sheathing his sword, with a unique fighting style.
"As far as I know, there are only twelve true disciples of each generation of presidents of Suzaku Academy." Li Shuantian said slowly.
"That's right." Mr. Second nodded, "Before this Zhuque Academy exam, we all thought Mr. Thirteen would be named Chen."
"I think so too." Li Shuantian said softly.
Mr. Er said: "The appearance of my little junior brother has changed many things."
"Like here?" Li Shuantian said.
Mr. Er said: "It doesn't matter here."
Li Shuantian smiled and nodded, "Compared to Zhuque Academy, compared to the Nineteen States in the World, it really doesn't matter."
"It's good if you understand." The second gentleman dropped the ball.
"Of course I understand, but I am not willing to give in." Li Shuantian held the white piece in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Mr. Er, "You should be able to understand Lao Chen's unwillingness."
Mr. Er said: "I only know that Master is never wrong."
Li Shuantian smiled.
The white piece falls.
The second gentleman's eyes narrowed slightly. The white stone fell in the wrong position, which was equivalent to giving away the black stone.
"Throughout the thousands of years of history, is there really no one who can compare to your little junior brother?" Li Shuantian said leisurely, "The genius who can survive to the end is the real genius."
"As long as I am here, he will be here." Mr. Second said coldly, landing a black stone and not taking the white stone.
Li Shuantian said: "You are not Dean Feng."
The second gentleman's expression turned pale.
Li Shuantian continued, "Only Dean Feng can control everything; you, not yet."
"Then give it a try." Mr. Er sneered, holding a sunspot between his index and middle fingers, and placed it at the center position of the chessboard. He pointed his index finger on the sunspot and looked up at Li Suantian.
With a slight push of his fingertips, the chess pieces on the chessboard instantly turned into black and white dust.
Li Shuantian looked at Mr. Er deeply.
"I'm here, I'm somewhat sure of stopping you." Li Shuantian said slowly.
Mr. Er said calmly: "This big tomb may not be as indestructible as you think."
"The owner of the tomb is a friend of that person." Li Shuantian said.
Mr. Er said: "How can a friend who has passed away be compared to a disciple?"
"Dead?" Li Shuantian looked at the second gentleman and said meaningfully, "It seems that you know nothing about the secret of this imperial mausoleum."
"Oh?" Mr. Second raised his eyebrows.
Before this, he really didn't know much about this imperial mausoleum.
The words of the old man in front of me were very informative.
"You can accept disciples at any time. It's hard to find an old friend." Li Shuantian said softly.
The second gentleman smiled.
"It seems that this time, I came to the right place." Mr. Er said with emotion, "I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in a long time."
This is true.
Li Shuantian stared at Mr. Er and said slowly: "I can allow you to go to the mausoleum to pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor Wu."
"He is the protagonist tonight." Mr. Er looked towards Zhuque Street.
Chu Xiu is still killing.
Li Shuantian frowned. Before that, an order came from the palace, which made him have to stop Chu Xiu.
"His Majesty Emperor Wu probably didn't expect that the relationship between the future Daqian royal family and Suzaku Academy would become like this..." Li Shuantian sighed softly.
More than a thousand years ago, the Daqian royal family and Zhuque Academy were of the same mind.
At some point, something changed.
"Every cause must have an effect." Mr. Second said calmly, "You slaughtered the Mo clan and gave me, my little junior brother, a reason to come here."
"The Mo family?" Li Shuantian looked at the proprietress Mo Shaoyun who was holding a jade figurine, "No wonder people often say that to cut the grass, you must get rid of the roots."
"Get out of the way." The second gentleman said, "Get out of the way now. My little junior brother may just visit the mausoleum later; if the battle is too fierce, then he may get angry after entering the mausoleum if he doesn't do something. Unwilling to do so."
"It's too late." Li Shuantian's expression turned indifferent.
Mr. Er narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards Zhuque Street.
Fighting, still.
Chu Xiu seemed to be tireless, unsheathing his sword and putting it into its sheath. His posture remained as cool as ever, showing no signs of fatigue.
Looking at Su Yuheng on the side, sweat was soaked on his forehead, and when he swung his sword, his proud chest was trembling slightly.
"Is it possible that this person's skill is deeper than mine?" Su Yuheng wondered. Although these living dead people's attacks have no moves at all, their strength is mostly at the spirit level. If they want to crush the ice seal, they need to consume a lot of real energy. gas.
At this point in the killing, nearly half of Su Yuheng's body's energy had been consumed.
If the fight continued, she was afraid that she might be attacked.
"Didn't I say before that to capture the thief, capture the king first?" Su Yuheng lightly opened his red lips, reminding Chu Xiu.
"Kill for a while longer." Chu Xiu said, "It's just a good time to practice your sword skills."
"..."
Su Yuheng was speechless and said in a low voice, "It's better to save more energy."
"What? You can't do it anymore?" Chu Xiu glanced sideways at Su Yuheng while drawing his sword. Seeing sweat on his forehead and his chest shaking slightly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Not to mention, Su Yuheng looked very seductive during the battle even though his face was covered.
"I just don't want to engage in these useless battles anymore." Su Yuheng said coldly, "As long as we deal with the people behind the scenes, these living dead will lie down on their own."
"Then you go find the person who controls the poison behind the scenes." Chu Xiu said, "I will kill for a while."
Su Yuheng was speechless, his eyes flashed, he nodded and said 'ok'.
Then, she stepped back more than ten feet, sheathed her sword, and got out of the attack range of the living dead.
While adjusting your breath, look at the six paths, scanning the left and right sides of Zhuque Street.
