"Die!"
Amid the sharp shouts, a beautiful sword slashed through the air, and a head flew up, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
The headless corpse wearing a star-white gown shook twice before falling heavily to the ground, blood mixed with rain.
After beheading the long-robed swordsman, Drow couldn't hold on any longer. His legs were weak and he half-knelt on the ground, barely supporting his body with the knife in his hand.
After years of hard training, Zhuoer's sword skills have indeed reached an extremely advanced level. In addition, the sword skills he practices are authentic Demon Sect skills. Once he gets close to the so-called sword master or mind master, he can kill them instantly. Although the dozens of Tang army elites were troublesome, they were no match for real practitioners.
After killing the enemy, the whole courtyard was filled with broken corpses and rivers of blood. Even though the rain fell heavier and heavier, it still couldn't wash away the smell of blood.
Zhuoer himself was also severely injured.
There were more than 20 major and minor injuries on his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood.
Especially there was a dripping wound on the back, with blood and flesh flying around, and the slightest exertion of the muscles would cause a burst of heartbreaking pain.
In fact, he didn't have to be like this, but he had experienced too few real fights. He didn't know how to save his energy, how to harvest lives more easily, how to grasp the actual flaws... He even had to be familiar with these numbers because he was a soldier of the Tang Dynasty. Ten Tang soldiers hesitated to attack and were injured instead.
But no matter what, he won in the end.
After such a brutal battle, Zhuoer's actual combat skills have been significantly improved, and he can better understand the mystery of the "Thirty-two Secret Styles".
"Such an accident happened before the rightful owner arrived. It's really troublesome." In the alley outside the courtyard, a carriage was heard. In the carriage was a fat young man, his brows raised slightly: "Let's go, he has been seriously injured. Come on, let me give him a ride. Chao Xiaoshu will come later, and I’m afraid I’ll be the only one to take action. Really, I should pay more for this trip.”
There was a trace of excitement in Wang Jinglue's tone that could not be concealed: "You are so young and you have such strength. I wonder if this person's master is the giant of the Demon Sect?"
This person is a well-known young practitioner in the world. He first met him at the age of four, sensed it at the age of six, and was no longer confused at the age of eleven. He entered Dongxuan at the age of sixteen. It took another ten years to climb from the lower level of Dongxuan to the upper level of Dongxuan. During this period, through battle after battle, he won the title of "the invincible king who knows his destiny".
He is a true genius.
Not to mention a seriously injured remnant of the Demon Sect, as long as he does not enter the cave profound realm, he will never be his opponent.
"You just said, a giant of the Demon Cult?"
At this moment, a cold voice sounded.
The moment this voice sounded, Wang Jinglue's heart suddenly tightened. An emotion called "fear" invaded every inch of his pores as the chill of the spring rain invaded his eyes. His eyes suddenly dimmed, and his whole body seemed to fall into an abyss. , as if immersed in a nightmare that cannot be woken up.
In the dark, Wang Jinglue seemed to see a pair of eyes.
A pair of dark eyes, darker than the darkness in the deepest part of the abyss. When he was stared at by these eyes, he felt like he was in an ice cave, his whole body was cold and stiff, and he couldn't even move a finger with a single thought.
At this moment, the vitality of heaven and earth began to change violently.
All the raindrops falling from the night sky turned into knives that were sharp and irresistible.
Countless raindrops were like countless sharp knives, falling from the night sky and falling on the carriage Wang Jinglue was riding on. It fell on the carriage board. The carriage board shattered and fell on the carriage shaft. The carriage turned into wood powder and fell on both sides of the carriage carriage. On a horse, the horse didn't even have time to scream, and was instantly cut into countless pieces by the raindrops.
Raindrops broke through the carriage and fell on Wang Jinglue.
Most of the raindrops turned into real spring rain again, but there were still more than ten drops of rainwater that were still as sharp as knives. Instantly, bloody mouths were left on Wang Jinglue's body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
With a scream of "Ah", Wang Jinglue woke up from his nightmare.
He looked at the wounds on his body and felt the vitality between heaven and earth. His whole body trembled with fear again: "Well character? Talisman master. Why are there still Talisman masters?"
A tall and thin figure walked out of the alley.
This is a tall, thin old man wearing a dirty monk's robe. There are many oil stains and dirt on the robe. His triangular eyes and sparse long beard contrast with each other, making him look a bit wretched. He does not look like an outsider at all.
"S-Senior, you..." Wang Jinglue, who had always been eloquent, even his words became fragmented because of fear.
"Boy, I drew the talisman. But you should kowtow and thank me, because I saved your life."
Yan Se glanced at Wang Jinglue and looked to the other side: "Brother Yu, this guy is a talented person from our Tang Dynasty, a monk from the Yuelun Kingdom, and a swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty. But he is different. He will fight for this in the future." The empire will handle it. He was rude and I have taught him a lesson. Give him face and spare his life."
Wang Jing turned his head stiffly and saw a black figure standing with hands behind his hands in the spring rain, almost blending into the entire night.
When I saw this person, the familiar feeling of fear came over me again, as if my feet were empty and I fell into the boundless darkness.
"Okay, I'll give you face." When the voice fell, Wang Jinglue felt like thunder exploding in his ears. He woke up from a nightmare and regained control of his body.
Yulian City!
It must be Yulian City.
He actually came to Chang'an City.
I actually escaped with my life in his hands.
Wang Jinglue lowered his head, never daring to look at the black figure again, sweating profusely.
"As far as I know, isn't Brother Yu on the second floor of the academy? Why do you have the leisure to visit Chang'an at night today?" Yan Se said.
"Just let that little Heizi out to practice sword practice." Yu Liancheng said.
"Haha, I'm so interested." Yan Se was silent, looking like he was hesitating to speak. After a while, he finally said: "Brother Yu, what is your relationship with the Protestant religion?"
"Oh, why do you say that?"
"The person who spread the new religion was Ye Su, a Taoist traveler. There is no doubt about his belief in Haotian. There are not many people who can change a devout believer. Brother Yu, you are one of them.
While spreading the new religion, Ye Su was also spreading the Demon Sect's Kung Fu. There were many Kung Fu, and there was no problem of going too far, which was very different from any previous Demon Sect's Kung Fu. I think there must be a master from the Demon Sect who changed Ye Su's belief and handed the technique to him. "
Yan Se looked at Yu Liancheng and said solemnly: "During the Bon Festival last year, Brother Yu, you and Ye Su both seemed to have been to Washan. So... I have this guess."
Yu Liancheng took a deep look at Yan Se.
This old man may seem wretched, but as the master of the Shocking God Formation and the best talisman master in the world, how can he be a fool?
"Yes, it's me."
"What is the relationship between you and Hades!?"
Yan Se looked at Yu Liancheng, with his hands behind his back, and the vitality flowing between heaven and earth, and directly asked the question he was most concerned about: "In other words, you are Pluto."
In Chang'an City, as long as he is willing to use the power of the Shocking God Formation, I am afraid that only Master can defeat him. Of course, the people of Chang'an City may have suffered heavy casualties due to the aftermath of the two men.
Although Wang Jinglue lowered his head, he also pricked up his ears and listened.
"There is no Hades."
Yulian City Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Light and darkness are in opposition to each other. Absolute light is absolute darkness. Therefore, when Haotian represents absolute light, Haotian is also absolute darkness, and is also the Pluto in your mouth."
"Impossible, don't confuse people." Yan Se scolded.
Yu Liancheng said leisurely: "Liu Bai has been able to cross the five realms for a long time, but he didn't dare. Maybe you were still doubtful before, but now that you have reached this gate, you have some guesses in your mind, but you don't dare to believe it. I don’t want to believe it either, so I never dare to think deeply about it.”
Yan Se turned slightly pale and began to cough.
"Heaven returns to heaven, and earth returns to earth. I have severed the connection between heaven and earth before, but this time it is just a repetition of what happened before."
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "As for the Xiling Temple and the Titian herdsmen, they are Haotian's accomplices, and they should not exist. In the future, you will see that the capital of the Tang Dynasty is full of Protestant flowers, but there is no soil for the temple to survive. .”
"Master will not agree." Yan Se said sternly.
"He said he wouldn't care about such trivial matters." Yu Liancheng shrugged.
"Even if I don't care about it, Your Majesty won't agree."
"So I have to make him agree now." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and turned into a ray of black light and escaped. While passing by the injured Drow, he easily put the Drow back on the chessboard.
"No, Your Majesty..." Yan Se's expression changed and he rushed towards the palace. Before leaving, he left a message: "Wang Jinglue, don't go back to the prince's palace. Please go to the front line and serve for three years. Please forgive me."
Wang Jinglue looked bitter, thought for a moment, lifted up his seriously injured body and left.
When Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que arrived, they looked at the corpses on the ground with doubts on their faces.
Ning Que murmured to himself: "I thought there would be a hard battle, but I didn't expect that I only made five hundred taels by cutting down a few things that were worse than horse thieves. This business is very profitable."
…
royal palace.
Royal study room.
There are several pieces of writing paper spread on the desk, a brush is placed in the inkstone like a thin raft in the clear pool, and several other brushes are placed messily on the pen holder.
On the three walls, there are calligraphy hanging, some are rough and clumsy, some are elegant and unrestrained, some are beautiful and graceful... There is no doubt that they are all calligraphy handed down from ancient times.
Emperor Li Zhongyi of the Tang Dynasty was standing in front of the desk. He was a middle-aged man who looked very gentle. He picked up the pen and while turning his wrist, he wrote the five characters "Fish leap into the sea at this time".
Looking at his handwriting, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty twisted his beard to admire it, and then shook his head with a wry smile. Almost all ministers in the court know that His Majesty loves calligraphy and appreciates it to a very high level. As for His Majesty's calligraphy, the characters are written not only with flying dragons and phoenixes, but also with rough calligraphy.
The Emperor of Tang Dynasty looked out the window.
He is waiting for news.
In fact, the Yulong Gang is his force, and Chao Xiaoshu is the brother he met when he was young.
This time, he wanted to use the power of the Yulong Gang to fish out some restless people in the court and purge the court.
At this moment, a feeling of sleepiness came over me, and I gradually became confused and fell asleep on the desk.
I don't know how long it took, but the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty vaguely felt a light. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was under a starry sky.
Looking up, there is something like a silver plate hanging in the starry sky, emitting a faint brilliance, which is indescribably beautiful.
Turning his head, he saw another black figure holding a wine bottle in his hand, looking at the stars, looking cool and calm, but his face seemed to be surrounded by heavy fog, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
The Emperor of Tang Dynasty was surprised: "Who are you?"
"Beautiful jade is flawless and priceless."
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty's expression changed and he immediately said: "Are you Yu Liancheng?"
"good."
Although the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty stirred up endless waves in his heart, he suppressed his shock and asked, "I don't know why Mr. Yu summoned me here."
"I'm here to relieve His Majesty's worries?"
"Haha, sir, you are joking."
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty laughed and waved his sleeves: "I am the lord of a country. The Tang Dynasty is the most powerful country in the world, and I have a master guarding me. What sorrow can I say?"
Yu Liancheng looked at the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, his eyes were light, but seemed to be able to penetrate his heart, and said leisurely: "How can a person live without worries? Your Majesty is also worried, such as... Your Majesty, your old wounds, and such as Master leaves."
"Old wounds? What old wounds? I really don't understand what sir said."
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty shook his head: "As for the Master, the Master is like the sun hanging high in the sky. There may be rainy weather, but his brilliance will forever envelope the Tang Empire."
"Why don't we make a hypothesis, assuming that the master waits for death, and that your majesty's old injury relapses."
"oh?"
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
Yu Liancheng waved his sleeves, and the silver plate in the sky got closer to the ground. It looked brighter and bigger, and a picture appeared on the silver plate.
(End of chapter)
