Others only said that Shangguan Mingyue was young and the daughter of a merchant. Even if her cultivation reached the level of a spiritual master, her combat effectiveness would definitely not be much higher.
Little did they know that at this time, Miss Shangguan had not only realized the Great Dao and entered the realm of a Taoist Spirit Master, which was rare in the world, but also had Zhong Wen instilled all the inheritance of the ancient super sect "Liu Ren Hall". Her strength was so strong that she was known throughout the entire cultivation world. Considered top notch.
The exaggerated combat calculation ability of "Tian Yan Jue" can be used to deal with a secular spiritual master. It can be said that it is a sledgehammer, and it is naturally easy to capture.
In addition, once the Liuren Palace Master Li Luo's famous secret skill "Flowing Light Cutting Spirit Technique" hits the target, it can easily cut off the flow of spiritual power in the opponent's body. The strong man just received a blow and lost the ability to mobilize spiritual power. Incarnation As a strong ordinary man, he fell directly to the ground. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could not get up for a long time with stars in his eyes.
"Boss, can I kill someone?"
Wangchuan smoothed his weird hair very coquettishly, turned to look at Thirteenth Niang, and asked cautiously.
"Just some outlaws."
Thirteenth Niang covered her cherry lips with her white jade-like hands and chuckled, "Just kill me, it's not a big deal."
"Okay!"
Wangchuan's eyes lit up, and he responded with a reply. He made a mistake and somehow appeared in the crowd of people from various sects.
"Where did this delusional person come from?"
Seeing a strange man with an avant-garde hairstyle suddenly appeared next to them, many cultivators who were attacking the imperial city were greatly shocked. They took up their weapons and put on a posture of full alert.
"It's not good to offend anyone but our boss."
Wangchuan shook his head, his face full of compassion, "Isn't it good to live?"
Before he finished speaking, clouds of light yellow smoke spurted out from his body, spreading rapidly in all directions, and soon enveloped everyone around him.
Whenever the skin of these thousands of cultivators is touched by the yellow scent, they will roll on the ground in pain and wail incessantly. Like slugs sprinkled with salt, their bodies will melt quickly and soon turn into puddles. Yellow liquid, dead with no bones left.
Such a strange physique is tantamount to a large-scale chemical weapon, and its killing efficiency is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
In just a few breaths, among the masters from various sects who gathered in front of the main hall and forced them to die, more than two hundred people turned into corpses and died with their eyes open. The ground was wet everywhere, and screams could be heard one after another. .
The square in front of the Jinluan Palace turned into a purgatory on earth in an instant. The scene was horrific and unbearable to watch.
Wangchuan, who has a special physique and has realized his own way, rushed into the secular cultivators. He was like a tiger among the sheep, and he was invincible. Even the more than 20 spiritual masters had to dodge in embarrassment and did not dare to take it lightly. Lift his head.
Just when Shangguan Mingyue and Wangchuan were showing their might, Master Feng had raised his hand and shot out countless sharp wind blades, constantly harvesting the lives of many cultivators below.
But Thirteenth Niang seemed to be silent, but a black pipe in her hand flew deftly, continuously shooting out dazzling light, and she even sent away the other two spiritual masters without knowing it.
In this way, even though there are only a few people on the court side, they can be outnumbered and not only not at a disadvantage, but also kill the opponent to the point of losing their armor and leaving them in a state of embarrassment.
Just as the two sides were fighting fiercely, another figure appeared in the sky one after another. It was Li Donglai, Nangong Tianxing and other spiritual masters in the imperial capital.
Among these spiritual masters who came after hearing the news, there were even young people like Changsun Wuwei and Lin Chaofeng.
Because in order to support Li Yiru to ascend to the throne, Zhong Wen once sent a Xuantian Bead of the spiritual master level to each of the five dignitaries of the imperial capital, thus creating five new spiritual masters.
Among them, Nangong Tianxing and General Zeng Rui chose to swallow it directly, while Prime Minister Sun Jian, General Xue Lao and Lin Shangshu all left this precious opportunity to their descendants.
That is, Xue Pingxi, the eldest son of the Xue Mansion, Sun Wuwei, the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Lin Chaofeng, the second son of the Shangshu Mansion.
With the continuous emergence of spiritual masters in the imperial capital, the strength of both sides waxed and waned, and the situation was completely reversed. King Li Xian's face became increasingly ugly. The ambition in his heart was like being poured with ice water. Completely extinguished and extremely cold.
At this time, he was filled with regrets. He couldn't care less about the throne. His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking hard about how to get the forgiveness of the ministers and avoid jail.
Not long after, the thousands of cultivators who blocked the entrance of the hall were killed, and only less than two hundred were left. Among the masters at the level of Lingzun, only Yin Ji, the master of Tianshui Palace, was left.
The reason why she was not dead yet was because Xuan Ming was addicted to slapping him and was unwilling to give up this living target for a while.
"ah!!!"
At this moment, Yin Ji, who had been slapped countless times and whose cheeks had already been completely ulcerated, suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, then left Xuan Ming behind, turned around and ran downwards.
A trace of contempt flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, saying that she finally broke down and planned to escape.
However, the next moment, her expression suddenly changed and she secretly screamed that something was not good.
Yin Ji, who seemed to be in a panic, suddenly turned around and ran straight to the Jinluan Hall. With her five fingers turned into claws, she fiercely grabbed the position of Prime Minister Sun Jian.
The ministers present had nothing to do with their own affairs and were hanging high, watching the battle with great interest. Who would have expected that the big boss Lingzun would suddenly abandon his opponent and attack towards them.
What's more, a mad woman with a shrill voice and an ugly face came. Everyone was frightened and frightened, and the more timid ones peed on the spot.
"Daddy!"
Seeing his father being attacked, Changsun Wuwei was startled. When he tried to save him, it was already too late. He could only watch as Yin Ji's sharp claws got closer and closer to Changsun Jian.
The other spirit masters were also fighting each other and had no time to care about the safety of the prime minister. Only Ye Shura stood quietly beside Li Xian with a calm smile on his face and his arms behind his back. He didn't have the slightest intention of taking action. What do you mean by saving?
Seeing that Yin Ji's sharp claw was about to fall on Changsun Jianjian, there was a sudden flash of light between the two.
Immediately afterwards, a tall purple figure blocked Changsun Jian without any warning.
"Get away!"
In her rage, Yin Ji had already lost her mind. She didn't care who the intruder was. She screamed, exerted force with her right palm, and grabbed the chest of the intruder fiercely.
Unexpectedly, the next scene made everyone present stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.
The man in purple raised his right arm, pointed his index finger forward, and his fingertips collided with Yin Ji's palm.
Immediately afterwards, the menacing Palace Master of Tianshui Palace trembled as if struck by lightning. Then, like a deflated rubber ball, he instantly collapsed and lay motionless on the ground. His chest rose and fell sharply, and his already ulcerated and bloated face was revealed. The color of pain becomes more and more ugly and ferocious, unsightly.
"Ye Zongfeng, thank you for your help!"
Changsun Jian was startled, and quickly looked at it, and immediately recognized the man in purple who acted righteously. It was Ye Mingxing, the leader of the Ziyang Sword Sect who was worshiped by the royal family. Although he felt that something was wrong, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. , clasping fists at him and thanking him.
"Where did you find such a stupid woman?"
Unexpectedly, Ye Mingxing ignored him. Instead, he frowned, turned to look at Ye Xiuluo next to Li Xian and said, "I wonder if the Prime Minister is still useful to us?"
"Sect Leader Ye, why are you here?"
Yesura quickly came to Ye Mingxing and saluted him respectfully, with a look of doubt on his face, "Showing up so soon, could it be..."
"It doesn't matter." Ye Mingxing said disapprovingly, "Today's Piaohua Palace should have no spare power to deal with me."
"Could it be..." Ye Shura's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but look happy.
"Not bad." Ye Mingxing nodded slightly.
The conversation between the two had no beginning and no end, but it was extremely smooth. They seemed to be very familiar with each other and had a tacit understanding far beyond ordinary people.
"You, are you Ye Mingxing?"
Yin Ji stood up tremblingly, stared at Ye Mingxing fiercely, gritted her teeth and said, "Why do you want to attack me? We are following the orders of Master Su..."
However, before she could finish her words, another flash of light flashed in the air.
"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."
Yin Ji covered her throat with both hands, her eyes full of disbelief, as if she wanted to express something, but she could only make a hoarse scream, and then her body slowly fell backwards and fell to the ground with a "bang" , between the mouth and nose, there is no longer any breath.
During the whole process, Ye Mingxing's right arm seemed to tremble slightly, and it seemed that it had never moved at all. The speed of the shot was far beyond the limit of tracking by the naked eye.
"Ye Zongfeng, you are finally here!"
Guan Tianming, the Minister of Rites, regained his ability to move. Seeing the execution of Yin Ji, he felt that his heart was very happy. He came to Ye Mingxing in a few steps, pointed at Ye Xiuluo and said loudly, "This person is taking advantage of Your Majesty's absence to seek power and usurp the throne and support Lu." The king has ascended the throne and his heart is to be killed. I have the sacrifice of Laoye to take down him..."
"puff!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a heartbreaking pain came from his chest.
Looking down, Guan Tianming was surprised to find that a gleaming sword was penetrating through his chest, piercing his heart severely.
The hilt of the sword was actually held in Ye Mingxing's hand.
