Some people don't want to be a foil to others and like to focus everyone's attention on themselves, while some people like to hide around and watch things happen silently. It's impossible to tell who is good and who is bad among these two types of people. It's said that everyone's personality is different.
Long Yu is a person who doesn't like publicity, and there are some conservative and obedient elements in his heart. During those years in Jianghu, it was just the impulse of young people and his love for martial arts. Of course, on this occasion, because of Long Yun, he had no choice but to Not low-key.
After all the ministers returned to their mansions, the moonlight gradually deepened. Many elderly people were accustomed to going to bed early, away from the hustle and bustle of singing parties, and returned to their comfortable rooms, feeling extremely relaxed and happy.
However, the dark night often makes people feel scared, not only the ignorant fear of childhood, but also the unknown weirdness and impermanence. Some of them are not just general talk, but for that moment of awakening, which is an instinct of the body to protect itself. .
Time passed little by little, and it was already early in the morning. The young people at the dancing and singing party had all dispersed. The night was getting deeper and deeper. Most of the mansions had their lights turned off, and the bustling Wushuang City fell into endless silence.
"Creak", mice like to come out at this time very much, because no one will disturb them in looking for food. The sound of creaking spreads little by little on the street, and sleeping people will not pay attention to these insignificant things.
I don't know why, but Qi Ping'a couldn't calm down in his heart. Seeing that Wei Hai and the Seventeenth Prince had already reached the minor master level, he felt faintly uneasy.
Although the little grandmaster has many masters, they can't compete with the dynasty's army. As King Doulan, one of the four great ministers of the dynasty, he shouldn't have any worries, but why is he feeling so uneasy today?
Qi Ping Ajiu couldn't sleep for a long time. Looking at his wife's sleeping face, he always felt that something was different from usual.
He stood up, quietly got out of bed, left the inner room, and came to the hall of the palace, but this strange feeling in his heart still followed him, and it was abnormal for some unknown reason, stinging his heart bit by bit.
"What's wrong?"
Qi Ping'a lit a candle and sat on his own unique black iron chair. He tried hard to think about what was different about his familiar home. The candle light rose gently, there was no sound around him, and everything was quiet. horrible.
Qi Ping'a fought in all directions throughout his life and made great contributions to the establishment and consolidation of the Qi Dynasty before he was named one of the four kings. Although he was only at the level of a minor grandmaster, he had fought countless battles in his life and gained experience and use of moves. It is far beyond what ordinary little masters can compare with.
At this moment, Qi Ping'a began to feel afraid in his heart. He was afraid of what was going to happen for some unknown reason!
"What's wrong with me? Why am I so anxious?"
Looking at the candlelight in front of him, Qi Ping'a recalled his military life and was very glad that he could survive many crises, just like this candlelight never ends!
"Eternal life?"
Qi Ping'a seemed to have grasped something key, and he repeated this sentence repeatedly.
"What exactly is wrong? Life is endless? People? Alive?"
Looking at the dancing candlelight in front of him, Qi Ping'a seemed to have thought of something: "Bobbing? Alive!"
Finally realizing something was wrong, Qi Ping'a's blood instantly ran cold, his fingertips trembled a little, and he hurried to the inner room, slowly stretched his hand towards the bed, only to find that his wife was dead!
"What!"
No wonder the surroundings felt so quiet, no wonder it was different from usual. Even though it was dark, there was no sound except for myself!
A master calmed down instantly and began to slowly observe the surroundings with his back against the wall. After inspection, he found that everything in the inner room was fine.
"When did you move your hands? Why didn't you make any sound?"
Qi Ping'a didn't have time to lament his wife's departure, because he felt that he probably wouldn't last long!
"It can't be the hand that was moved just now. I haven't fallen asleep all this time, and it's impossible that Gao's martial arts won't alarm me!" Qi Ping'a thought in his heart.
"That was before I came back? How did I do it? Poison?" Qi Ping'a quickly thought of the key to the matter, "But why was everything normal when I came back?"
When Qi Ping'a returned home, his wife made him a bowl of fresh meat soup as usual. The couple thought about the future and talked about how their son might inherit his throne and fight in all directions!
"If my wife was poisoned, why did she have no symptoms and then have an attack later?"
"What is the poison that's so weird?"
Qi Ping'a thought about it for a long time and didn't know there was any poison in the world that could delay the attack.
If you can’t figure it out, stop thinking about it.
Qi Ping'a began to think about how he could escape!
There are no doors or windows in the inner room, so there is no way to escape. You can only go through the hall and then escape to the street after reaching the inner courtyard.
But Qi Ping couldn't imagine what was outside the hall. Are the stationed guards still safe?
Ministers who were crowned kings in the dynasty were allowed to have their own bodyguards, but generally there were relatively few of them staying in Wushuang City. They were not much more numerous than the bodyguards of other ministers, unlike the emperor who only had 3,000 sword and ax guards.
There was only one way to escape, and there was nothing to think about. Qi Ping'a quickly dodged and rushed out of the hall, calling loudly: "Here, there is an assassin!"
In just a few seconds, Qi Ping'a came to the inner courtyard, but the surroundings were still extremely silent, without any sound, and his cry for help didn't disturb anyone as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea!
Further ahead is the outer courtyard, and now we face a difficult choice!
There are many houses in the inner courtyard, where my own guards live. If they are just asleep, if I rush there now, I might be able to wake them up. It is much safer, but if dozens of people are asleep at the same time?
Or continue forward to the outer courtyard, where nearly 300 military guards live. However, it is not easy to pass through this long corridor, and the cry for help just now was so loud that the guards on duty were from the inner courtyard or the outer courtyard. Everyone should be able to hear it. If there is no response now, I'm afraid the outer courtyard may not be safe!
The last way is to use your martial arts to jump out of the wall and escape to the street. Even if you can't beat him, you can escape. But why can't you even hear the patrolling guards?
Who would go to such trouble to kill him? ? The guards and the imperial guards were all killed? ?
Suddenly a terrifying thought appeared in Qi Ping'a's mind!
He jumped up from the ground, jumped up instantly, and stepped up the wall in three steps. Qi Ping'a decided to jump out of the wall.
The moment he took the last step up the wall, a man jumped up from outside the wall. He was dressed in black and had his face covered. He slapped him with a palm.
Qi Ping'a didn't dare to take a hard hit, so he dodged and somersaulted back to where he was.
The man in black turned over and flashed into the palace.
Seeing someone jumping in from the street, Qi Ping'a hurriedly flew forward to the direction of the outer courtyard, but before he took three steps, he stepped back again!
In the darkness, a dark shadow slowly walked out.
Completely integrated into the environment, Qi Ping'a's skill was not noticed at all.
Two men in black appeared at the front and back, gradually approaching him into the hall at an angle.
The four kings of the dynasty are extremely powerful, and their power is probably only lower than that of the emperor. Anyone who can achieve this position will definitely not be stupid. Looking at the man in black in front of him and what happened tonight, he may understand.
One of the men in black guarded the door, and the other gradually walked towards him!
In a battle on the battlefield, if you weaken before the enemy, you will be defeated; if you advance bravely, you will be strong.
Qi Ping'a knew that his fate might not be changed, so he attacked first in order to gain an advantage and escaped.
The fists swallowed up the energy like a tiger, and it came like an overwhelming force.
The man in black met with both palms, and there was a harsh collision sound that shattered the table next to the two of them. The candle lamp fell gently to the ground, but the fire did not go out, but burned slowly on the ground.
The energy of the two is so strong that it can be released all over the body, and rotten wood can be destroyed.
The first time the two fought against each other, both sides were shocked.
"The energy and blood are already rising, why is the operation of his moves unaffected? What kind of martial arts does he practice? He can actually resist my energy and blood!"
The man in black was shocked by Qi Ping'a's martial arts moves, and Qi Ping'a was even more shocked. The difference was that Qi Ping'a got the answer he wanted.
Feeling the swirling energy in his fist, Qi Ping'a smiled and said, "What? If you fail to assassinate the emperor, you will come to kill me instead?"
We are all smart people and can understand many things without having to say them out loud.
A martial arts practitioner has no worries and the answer he wants is already clear, so all he pursues is the supreme realm of martial arts.
The two fists faced each other, and they fought hundreds of times in an instant. Neither of them flinched. There was no ingenuity in their moves, it was just a collision of strength.
The powerful momentum shook the whole room so that not a single item was intact, just like a storm sweeping through the remaining clouds.
The man in black actually took the initiative to speak: "What kind of martial arts are you doing? You can actually resist the power of Qi and blood at the level of a little master, and you can also resist my Black Dragon Break!"
The other man in black is not as relaxed as before, but is on full alert. If someone escapes, things may be in trouble!
"Do you need my help? You know what we are doing, and you can't be careless!"
Seeing that they could not attack for a long time, the people outside the door were ready to join the battle.
"No need, you and I, two great masters, attacking a small master from one side will make people laugh in the future. Although we have to do it as a last resort, we must not forget our original intention like this."
After hearing this, the man in black outside the door slowly backed away without saying a word!
"What happened today is that I have no choice but to kill you. We have no hatred or grudges between you and me, but I have suffered unspeakably. This is because I use the big one to bully the small ones. If you can defeat me, I will let you live!"
The man in black began to admire Qi Ping'a, the Dou Lan King who had been fighting for his whole life, for being able to leapfrog the level and fight with him as well as he could!
"Oh?" Things were a little different from what I thought. Why didn't the man in black seem to be willing? Is there still a way for me to survive? "Qi Ping'an said secretly.
But defeating a great master is not easy. Think about the King of Peking, Qi Ping'a may not even have the courage to fight.
Life in this world is like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat!
"Okay, I don't know what you are planning, but I have been practicing martial arts all my life and have not yet been able to enter the realm of a grand master. It is a regret in my life. I am afraid that today is the last battle, and I will compete with you! "
"The martial arts I learned is the Thirteen-Horizontal Alchemy Bell. The whole body is integrated and indestructible. I'm afraid your Xuanlong Break won't work!"
Thirteen horizontal alchemy bell? This martial art is very common. There are people selling it everywhere in the world. There is no sect that studies this martial art at all.
No one knows who created this martial art, nor how it was passed down. Anyway, there are countless versions, and there are very few people who learn this martial art.
The reason is very simple. Almost no one can master this internal skill. It forms a protective shield through Qi and blood to achieve the purpose of being indestructible. Only when you reach the twelfth level can you become invulnerable, and when you reach the thirteenth level can you eliminate most of the shields on yourself. The eyes and lower body are left, but once someone breaks into the cover, the whole body will be weak and all the skills will be lost.
So far, there are no rumors in the world about the existence of a person who has mastered the twelfth level. After mastering it, his weaknesses are so obvious that everyone knows, and it is difficult to master. Who would be thankless!
The man in black was surprised and praised. He was surprised that he could actually practice this martial art. He was surprised that telling him was equivalent to telling his weakness.
Qi Ping'a and the man in black fought together again. Both sides went back and forth and started to add moves. However, the man in black did not attack Qi Ping'a's two cover doors at all, and Qi Ping'a did not defend them at all.
The man in black's moves were overbearing but very clever, soft yet strong. Qi Ping'a had practiced internal strength, and his moves were sparse and ordinary. Every part of his body was red from the black dragon's shock, but the golden bell was extremely hard and left no trace. No scars!
The fight lasted for a long time, with the man in black punching Qi Ping'a, but Qi Ping'a didn't touch the man in black at all.
The man in black had no choice but to fight against Qi Ping'a. Black Dragon Break hit him with no effect. This martial arts far surpassed the royal secret internal strength of Immovable Mountain.
When Zhuo Qi and Lei Wu fought with the man in black, they were both in the realm of little masters, but they were just like children.
With repeated blows, more and more places on Qi Ping'a's body were attacked, the circulation of Qi and blood was increasingly affected, and his strength became smaller and smaller.
Qi Ping'a knew that his power was getting smaller and smaller, and the threat he posed to the men in black would gradually disappear. When his energy and blood stopped flowing, he would be shattered by Xuanlong Po.
The man in black also discovered this problem. After all, it was a cross-level battle. The young master could not control his energy and blood, and his power recovery was far inferior to that of the great master.
So they accelerated their attack on Qi Ping'a. At first, the two of them attacked each other. After all, even if the Grand Master was punched by the Golden Bell, he would not be much better if he did not die. Slowly, Qi Ping'a became passive defensive, and the man in black Crazy attack.
One punch, two punches, three punches... ten punches... a hundred punches... a thousand punches... two thousand punches.
Qi Ping'a was beaten so hard that he fell into the wall behind him. Every time he took a step back, the ground cracked accordingly.
A total of two thousand punches hit Qi Ping'a's body. They were as strong as steel and were injured. Dark red blood flowed from the corners of Qi Ping'a's mouth. His hands were still blocking his chest. His energy and blood had long been stagnated and he was forced to circulate. Under the golden bell, Qi Ping'a was forced to suffer internal injuries.
Feeling that his body is getting weaker and weaker, Qi Ping'a knows that he has no chance of winning. Either the energy and blood of the running golden bell will collapse and die, or he will be shattered by the black dragon. Which one should he choose?
