Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Leng Feiqiong looked down.

The tea formed a clear map, but it was a map of the entire Shenjing.

All the streets of Shenjing were crisscrossed, and the number of courtyards on each street, where the forbidden palace was, and where the various royal palaces were, were all clearly presented.

Standing here and looking down at the map, it was like standing in the sky and looking down at the entire Shenjing, which actually gave rise to a sense of visual impact.

She couldn't help but look up at Fakong.

Just based on this map, she sighed that she was inferior.

Even though there were many strange people in the Tianhai Sword Sect who were familiar with Shenjing, they didn't have such a clear and accurate map.

It's not that they didn't know it well, but that they couldn't be so accurate. There was also an inexplicable power that would produce a sense of accuracy and impact.

Fakong said: "Does Sect Leader Leng know this place?"

"Only two streets away from here?" Leng Feiqiong frowned and looked at him, hesitantly: "Is he really hiding here?"

Fakong nodded slowly, without any intention of explaining more.

Believe it or not, it's up to her.

Leng Feiqiong lowered her head again, staring at the mansion, her eyes moving endlessly, like the ripples of a lake.

Her mind was full of thoughts.

After last night, not to mention that the masters of the Green Clothes Division and the Southern Supervisory Division were dispatched, even the masters of the Forbidden Palace Secret Guard and the Hidden Dragon Guard were dispatched, all in pursuit of this swordsman.

Now there is no news.

The Green Clothes Division and the Southern Supervisory Division have gathered all the strange people in the world, as well as the Forbidden Palace Secret Guard and the Hidden Dragon Guard, all of whom are strange people, and each has their own special abilities in tracking.

What's more, there are also the top masters of her own Tianhai Sword School and the masters of the Fulong lineage, who are also chasing closely.

Under the pursuit of so many strange people, this swordsman hid in this mansion two streets away, and was not discovered by them. It was a bit too bizarre.

But Fakong's expression was absolutely certain.

They all failed to catch this guy, but Fakong caught him, and there was no doubt that he used great magical powers.

Should I believe them, or should I believe in Fakong's great magical power?

She made a decision in the blink of an eye and said slowly: "I want to meet this guy, Fakong, do you want to come with me?"

Fakong shook his head: "Master Leng should bring more masters, this person is not so easy to deal with, I won't join in the fun."

Leng Feiqiong smiled, a faint smile: "Are you scared?"

"There is a great fear between life and death, I am indeed scared." Fakong admitted frankly: "Master Leng should also be careful, after all, he will soon enter the palace and stay with the emperor for a long time. It would be a pity if something happened at this time."

Leng Feiqiong snorted, and her bright eyes flashed.

She found that she was actually afraid of death, especially after the last incident, she was more afraid of death.

But at this time, she had to take action.

Let this swordsman leave calmly, kill two disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect but leave calmly, how embarrassed is Tianhai Sword Sect, where is the dignity?

Is it to maintain the dignity of Tianhai Sword Sect, or cherish her own life?

She chose the former without hesitation.

Even if she was afraid of death, she had to hold on, otherwise she would be ashamed of her ancestors, and she would not be happy even if she survived and entered the palace.

She clasped her hands together, turned around and left.

"Miss..."

"Miss..."

More than a dozen guards in the courtyard clasped their fists.

Leng Feiqiong came to the two coffins and stared at the two people who were already sleeping peacefully in the coffins.

After the Great Light Mantra, their faces changed slightly, no longer the previous painful and unwilling expressions, but became peaceful and calm.

Leng Feiqiong looked at them deeply, turned around and left.

Everyone wanted to follow him out.

Leng Feiqiong waved her hand: "I'll walk by myself, you stay."

"Miss..." The two maids hurriedly ran forward: "Let's go with you."

The four guards also followed: "Miss, we will follow you secretly, it won't affect you."

Leng Feiqiong waved her hand, and had already turned into the screen wall and left the Leng Mansion.

The two maids and the four guards looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and could only stop, not daring to follow them out.

Otherwise, she would definitely drive him back and scold him.

Fakong left the hall and came to the coffin. He put his hands together and bowed to the two corpses, as a way of thanking them for their memory beads.

"Master Fakong," a middle-aged man put his hands together and bowed: "I wonder why the young lady went out...?"

As a master of Tianhai Sword Sect, he really didn't like Fakong, and even secretly hated him, wishing to kill Fakong with a sword.

But Fakong first saved Leng Feiqiong, and then saved Song Yingxiong and Fang Jinrui, so he had a great favor to Tianhai Sword Sect.

Grudges are grudges, and favors are favors, and they cannot be mixed together.

Fakong knew from the memories of the two that the middle-aged man was Xu Lige, a top master of the Wuliang Sword lineage.

He was also the leader of the guards.

Fakong said: "Go find that swordsman... If I were you, I wouldn't have to follow him, so as not to become a burden."

"Did you find that guy?" Xu Lige's face changed slightly.

Fakong smiled, but stood there, with no intention of leaving.

He observed with his mind, covering Leng Feiqiong.

As soon as Leng Feiqiong left the Leng Mansion, she went directly to the courtyard where the swordsman was. Four figures followed her not far behind, sneaking behind her.

Fakong looked at the four figures thoughtfully.

They were indeed rare masters, their auras were hidden without a trace, and their figures were silent when they floated.

They were either sticking to the corners of the wall, or on the top of the wall, or behind the trees behind the house, and did not appear in Leng Feiqiong's perception and vision.

This was a strange person.

The extraordinary skill of body shape can completely conceal the body shape, just like the skill of covering the sky and covering the sun, and also like his own Qianlong Pei.

Leng Feiqiong, in white clothes, was extremely fast, and he directly climbed over the wall and rushed into the back garden of the mansion.

In the small martial arts training ground in the back garden, a middle-aged man with a face as red as a date and a slender figure was practicing swordsmanship, and the sword light was like a piece of silk, revealing a leisurely meaning.

He looked at Leng Feiqiong who was floating down, took a step forward, and the sword light swept over, and Leng Feiqiong was swept into the sword light.

Leng Feiqiong saw him, and her jade face was gloomy, it was the swordsman who came directly to the door!

She snorted and swung the sword, the sword technique was exquisite, and she stabbed the middle-aged man in the heart with one sword, attacking him and saving him: "From the Broken Star Sword Sect?"

"Why do you ask more questions, Master Leng?" The middle-aged man stepped back and changed his moves.

His eyes were narrow and long, and his eyes were squinting. The light shining through the slits of his eyes was particularly bright, like a blade.

Leng Feiqiong followed up with a stab, forcing the middle-aged man to retreat again, the knife light became brighter and faster.

Leng Feiqiong snorted as he drew his sword: "Are you ordered to kill me?"

"Not really." The middle-aged man's body shape changed, the knife light became brighter, but the smile on his face was faint: "I just want to see the style of the head of Tianhai Sword Sect."

Leng Feiqiong frowned, "Shua shua shua" three swords, three exquisite swords, stabbed the long sword, broke the knife light, and pressed forward step by step.

The middle-aged man retreated continuously, shook his head and smiled: "It's a pity, I'm very disappointed, the head of Tianhai Sword Sect is just like this!"

Leng Feiqiong's jade face became more gloomy, the sword became faster and more tricky, and he said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Nobody, not worth mentioning." The middle-aged man chuckled: "Headmaster Leng, you come here in person, don't you want to live?"

"How did you know I was coming here?" Leng Feiqiong snorted.

My coming to the capital was a secret, and only a few people knew about it. The Southern Supervisory Department and the Green Clothes Department didn't know about it.

I covered my face and didn't meet them. Those who knew I was in the capital shouldn't leak it.

First, the assassination of the child, and now the assassination of the Broken Star Sword Sect, the previous secrecy was simply a joke.

"Master Leng, guess what." The middle-aged man's sword light suddenly became light, less and less murderous, like a spring under the bright sunshine.

Leng Feiqiong's sword moves were still exquisite, but there was no way to restrain his swordsmanship, and there was no way to attack the enemy and save him like before.

This was no longer the swordsmanship he used yesterday.

Leng Feiqiong's talent was unparalleled. She remembered his swordsmanship after just watching it once, and then simulated and deduced it in her mind, and found a way to crack it.

As long as she had seen the swordsmanship, even if it was just a move or a half, she could vaguely deduce the full set of swordsmanship, and thus find a way to restrain it.

How could she become the head of Tianhai Sword Sect as a woman without amazing abilities?

Leng Feiqiong sneered: "She is just a secret spy. Do you really want to go against our Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"Haha..." The middle-aged man laughed and shook his head: "What if I go against your Tianhai Sword Sect? Do you really think that Tianhai Sword Sect is good enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with our Shattered Star Sword Sect? Ridiculous!"

His sword technique changed again, turning into a hazy illusion. The blade and even the shadow of the blade could no longer be seen clearly. There was only a blurry clear water.

It was as if he was in the lake, the surrounding void was shaking, everything became unreal and swaying gently.

Leng Feiqiong's sword light suddenly lit up, the sword intent condensed, breaking through the heavy suppression and blockade, and turned into a point of starlight.

The middle-aged man's sword light suddenly lit up, like thunder falling.

Leng Feiqiong's sword light suddenly disappeared, and the next moment it appeared in the middle-aged man's brow, and a sword pierced his brow.

"Uh..." The middle-aged man couldn't believe it.

His eyes widened.

His best trick hadn't been used yet.

Leng Feiqiong drew her sword and stepped back. With a light shake, a drop of blood flew off the tip of the sword, and it was back to its original cleanliness.

She stepped forward and pressed the shoulder of the middle-aged man who was still standing upright. She put her hand on his shoulder, floated up, and turned into a shadow and quickly returned to the front hall of the Leng Mansion.

She let go of her hand, and the middle-aged man was still standing upright, still holding the long sword in his hand.

The blade was bright, but the eyes of the owner of the sword were dim, and the light had been extinguished, and he died quietly.

"It's him!"

Everyone exclaimed, stepped forward to take a look, and found his abnormality.

There was a blood hole between his eyebrows, his eyes were dull, and he died.

Fakong clasped his hands together: "As expected of the head of the Leng Sect, good swordsmanship!"

He was indeed impressed with his heart.

Seeing Leng Feiqiong's swordsmanship, he was also deeply inspired and benefited a lot.

Her cultivation is not as good as mine, she should be in the Liangyi realm, but her swordsmanship is more exquisite than mine.

Tianhai Sword Sect is the first sect of Daqian swordsmanship, and its swordsmanship is profound, far beyond his reach.

Leng Feiqiong glanced at him lightly: "Thank you, Master."

Fakong shook his head: "Do you want me to save him?"

"No need." Leng Feiqiong sneered: "He doesn't deserve to be saved!"

Fakong nodded slightly.

He really wanted to be saved, and he could get the swordsmanship of the Broken Star Sword Sect. Just through the glimpse just now, he had already seen the exquisiteness of its swordsmanship.