"No."
"Wait a minute..."
Emperor Kangxi Long Yan was furious. He got angry on the spot and ordered that all Dai Yunsong's family, old and young, be killed in order to wash away the hatred of his hair loss and humiliation.
This is a normal thing.
No matter which bachelor in the court is present at this time, they will praise him and call him a sage.
The emperor Wei Jiahai controls the eight extremes, how can he be threatened by a mere warrior.
If you don't give a reaction at this time, you will really only listen to what others say.
That is not an emperor, but a puppet.
Emperor Kangxi regarded himself as a saint and wanted to be on par with, or even surpass, many of his peers in history. He did not allow his life to be stained.
Therefore, this "rebel" who is so audacious and has cut off his hair and left poems must not be allowed to stay, and anyone who has anything to do with him must be killed.
It’s not about hatred, it’s about character.
Kangxi's choice was undoubtedly correct, and he was considered a promising emperor.
Taoist Zhaoyang of Chongyang Palace suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.
His expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth to stop him and pointed to the empty space beside him.
The moment Wutai Mountain monk Chengkong spoke, he had already moved from the side of the palace gate to block Kangxi's side.
The two reacted very quickly. The commander on the scene who was directing the deployment of the Imperial Guards was Commander Yin Bu. Before they could even react, there was a rumble of explosions in the palace.
The attack did not come from any direction, but from the top of the head.
boom……
The originally elegant and exquisite roof of the imperial study room of the Qianqing Palace suddenly opened a large hole in a moment, and countless glazed tiles shattered into powder and scattered everywhere.
Dust and broken tiles covered your face and fell down...
A ray of skylight fell, and the surrounding guards raised their bows and crossbows. In the mist, they screamed repeatedly, and they couldn't find where the enemy was.
There is no need to talk about attack.
Because the power of those tiny pieces of tiles and wood was so amazing that it hit his face with a bloody hole, and when he wiped his eyes, he immediately lost his sight.
The only thing everyone can do is to cover their face with their hands to prevent powder dust from blinding their eyes. This is also an instinctive reaction.
Emperor Kangxi was more courageous after all, otherwise he would not have thought of retaliation instead of surrender after being threatened.
Hearing the deafening shouts, he actually cooperated and had already lowered his head and hid behind the broad body of the old monk Chengkong.
Then, I heard the sound of bells and drums ringing in unison, bang bang bang, the sound of powerful clashes hitting all directions, like beating a giant drum, which made my heart tingle slightly.
Looking past the old monk Chengkong's loose gray robe, he could see his black skirt and his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
I couldn't help but feel cold in my heart.
It was a look that regarded all living beings as ants.
Everything in the world can be killed.
Emperor Kangxi could see such a look every time in the bronze mirror. It was a look down from above, not even cold.
Life and death are determined by the heart and cannot be disobeyed.
That's it.
Once upon a time, would you see this kind of indifference in the eyes of an enemy, an assassin?
How could he have imagined that after so many years of ascending to the throne, he would be able to regain the feeling he had many years ago when he was alone and helpless, and could only endure the silent lurking.
"Master is good at hard skills, but it's a pity that he is willing to be the Tatar emperor's lackey. His heart is impure, and no matter how strong his strength is, it is useless."
The collision and roar of huge force, like the roar of artillery fire, made the whole imperial study room buzz, and the sound of the throat became more and more pleasant, cold and frosty.
"You have practiced these eight real bodies well, but you also want to try my frost breath, and the five yun plum blossoms..."
The voice suddenly became louder, and a breath of ice and snow struck over the sky and the earth in the long wave of sound.
Then, Kangxi saw Monk Chengkong's broad and solid body suddenly trembling.
A ray of sword light broke through the misty smoke, and it cut right in front of him like a cloud and a moon.
"Show mercy."
The light of the sword suddenly appeared, and there was a flash of jade light. It was two fingers, crystal sharp, coming first and then hitting the short, arm-length blade that suddenly struck in front of Emperor Kangxi.
Taoist Zhaoyang's Yiqi Xiantian Kung, he only practiced one breath of true breath in his Dantian. When it is running now, it is molten steel and iron, pure Yang Wuji.
Yang Lin's Plum Blossom Sword Technique has not yet been deployed, but as soon as the five colors appear, the blade is broken into pieces and cannot be used further.
He, who should have been extremely depressed, did not look disappointed at all, but instead raised his head and burst into laughter.
It was only at this moment that he truly understood how amazing the achievements he had achieved in the past fifty years by possessing Zhou Hongyi, the great master of boxing.
When he was young, he realized the Five Elements of Plum Blossom Stake Technique because of his livelihood, and then obtained the Five Plum Blossom Killing Technique while killing Japanese people to protect the people. Then, after being dormant for thirty years, he suddenly realized the cold plum blossom breathing technique that is proud of the snow and frost when winter ends and spring comes.
At this moment, a single skill may not be able to match someone's deep foundation and long inheritance.
However, it is also a system of its own, and its proficiency and ingenuity are not inferior to any one school in the world.
Plum blossoms bloom and heads fall.
He can kill everyone in the world.
The wind is calm and the dust is settled.
The sinister look in Emperor Kangxi's eyes had completely solidified, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth had become his last expression.
A trace of blood appeared on his neck...
Zhi...
Blood was like a fountain, the head slipped off, and a headless body in dragon robe slowly fell to the ground, splashing with dust.
Until the end, he still seemed not to believe that someone would really dare to kill him or be able to kill him.
He didn't even have time to show a fearful expression.
The sword is quick, the man is cruel...
Once something happens, there will be no chance to regret it again.
He probably didn't expect that Yang Lin really didn't come here to kill the emperor. He wasn't very interested in this, and he didn't want to deal with the mess that followed, which was too troublesome.
He just wanted to save people.
Wouldn't it be better for both parties to take a step back?
No one is too damaged.
It's a pity that he thought of the best ending, but he didn't expect that a creature like the emperor was never very good at compromising. He just wanted to take advantage of the world, so how could he give in even half a cent?
They have been threatened for this reason, and they still want to kill everyone.
Even if you don't want to kill him, you can't.
Can you blame me?
…
Monk Chengkong shouted the Buddha's name, lowered his head and looked sad.
Taoist priest Zhaoyang took a step back, held his chest with one hand, sighed and said:
"Dao Youjun's martial arts, if I have a sword in my hand, you may not be able to attack and kill people..."
Yang Lin admitted this.
When Taoist Zhaoyang took action previously, his sword energy was pure and yang, and its power was unparalleled. Unfortunately, using his fingers as a sword, he could only stick to three-thirds of the area in front of him, but it could not reach far.
Yang Lin's plum-blossom sword, which contained the energy of the five elements, tore the air, avoided the real and hit the weak, and narrowly cut through Emperor Kangxi's body, thus succeeding.
At this point, you can see whether there is any effect of weapons.
With the sword in Yang Lin's hand, it seemed like he had an extra arm.
Strong, sharp, and can be discarded at critical moments to gain an advantage at any time.
This is something that Zhaoyang Taoist priest cannot do with only two fingers.
Even if he wants to do this, his instinctive reaction is not to do so.
When they fought desperately, their momentum weakened by half.
One side attacks and the other defends. The attack is like a violent wind and rain, penetrating every hole;
It is also guarded like a dam with a long embankment, no water leaks...
They seem evenly matched, but they can no longer care about others.
Yang Lin would rather not protect the blade and cut it off at the cost of breaking it. His murderous intention was extremely serious.
This is what Taoist Zhaoyang admires.
The weapon was destroyed, the physical strength was very high, there were two masters present, and there were heavy armored sergeants stacked on top of each other holding strong crossbows and hard bows. Wasn't he afraid that he would be unable to escape and die here?
Moreover, he is not afraid that killing the emperor will lead to serious consequences and put his relatives and friends in a place of eternal disaster?
Or does he really not care about the people of the world and wants Kyushu to become chaotic again and enter troubled times?
