Nightwatcher

Saren Agu smiled and said:

"Before your master left with Emperor Dafeng Gaozu, he often played chess with me. We regard heaven and earth as chess, and all living beings as children. Sometimes a game of chess will take more than ten years to achieve results."

He lightly whipped the goat whip, bang~ the formation on the surface of the Eight Diagrams Platform shattered.

"Then let's play chess well... This chess piece is called Wei Yuan."

The prisoner took a sip of his wine and said one word. Saren Agu's body twisted like a brain wave, and it took a while to return to its original state.

The distant Jingshan City, which was being rebuilt, suddenly shook like an earthquake. The newly built hall collapsed, and the ground cracked a large crack tens of feet deep.

"Coincidentally, my chess piece is also called Wei Yuan."

Salun Agu shook his sheep whip, rolled up a chess piece, and landed on the chessboard.

Above the Star Observatory, in the densely-covered clouds, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly fell, but it did not land on Jianzheng, and disappeared halfway, as if he had entered another dimension of space.

"It's reckless to find me trouble in Dafeng's territory."

The prisoner nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile, not in a hurry:

"However, the steady and steady style of playing chess is very similar to that of the teacher. It turns out that he learned it from you. I just don't know if the pedantic style of playing chess is also inherited from you. Confucian saint!"

As the piece called "Confucian Saint" fell, streams of bright red blood oozed out of the wizard's robe on Salun Agu's body, and disappeared in an instant.

In the distant Kang country, a huge tsunami was set off.

Saren Agu's face seemed to be a little pale, and he said lightly:

"In my opinion, even if he is acting on his own will, even if he betrays the Sorcerer's Sect, it's better than you, a master-killer. During his time in charge of Dafeng, he never fought with the Sorcerer's Sect. Sorcerer God!"

The sheep whip rolled up a chess piece and landed on the chessboard with a clatter.

The supervisor did not change, but instead poured out the wine in the glass, dispelling the dark clouds above his head.

In Dafeng territory, as long as Dafeng survives, he is an invincible existence under super grade.

The supervisor squinted his eyes and said: "Wu Zong's rebellion was the general trend. Five hundred years ago, the line favored treacherous officials and was greedy for pleasure, so that corrupt officials ran rampant and the people were in dire straits. The teacher believes that giving time to Dafeng can always sweep away the serious illness and return the government officials." Ching Ming.

"However, I feel that what can't be broken can't be built. Dafeng needs to experience a rebirth from the ashes, and then I won. The five hundred years of peace and prosperity are the best repayment for my kindness to him."

Salun Agu walked slowly to the Eight Diagrams Platform, looked down at the capital, and said, "How similar is Dafeng today to five hundred years ago."

The supervisor said: "If you can't break it, you can't stand it."

After five hundred years, I am still the prison officer I used to be, without any change.

"Saren Agu?"

Xu Qi'an suddenly came to his senses, and revealed the name of the Great Wizard of the Witch God Sect.

There is only one that can deal with the first rank.

The Sorcerer Sect conspires to bring the Dragon Veins to the Dafeng, and wants to bring the Central Plains into its territory and turn Dafeng into a vassal state of the Sorcerer Sect.

So, how could Saren Agu be absent from today's "event".

No wonder Emperor Jeanne was confident.

"It's not stupid!"

Emperor Jeanne opened her mouth, with a proud and rampant expression.

Does he seem to have difficulty controlling his emotions? No, it's not that it's hard to control, but it's that he never thought about controlling it at all. A Taoist master who is possessed by demons must have a flamboyant personality, but it's strange to be calm and restrained. Xu Qi'an's thoughts turned in his mind, thinking that maybe he could take advantage of Emperor Zhende's demonisation?

"Hey, when I killed Zhenbei King that day, it was really refreshing. Oh, forget that it was you, you are just my defeated general. When I was in Chuzhou, I could beat you begging for mercy, and I can definitely beat you today dog head."

Xu Qi'an tried his best to make his expression appear arrogant.

Sure enough, Emperor Joan's face twitched slightly, and his eyes spit out real anger, but the next moment, he restrained his emotions, and said lightly:

"Small tricks, with just a few words, can you piss me off?"

You bastard, I will tear you to pieces sooner or later. The little soul in Emperor Jeanne's body is roaring.

It doesn't work. It seems that possessing a demon does not mean that IQ is not good. Xu Qi'an is a little disappointed. If Emperor Jeanne's anger just lasted for even a second, he would raise his middle finger and shout at the other party:

come here~

"So when you were forced to commit crimes against yourself, you were acting out in the hall when you were furious?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Emperor Jeanne sneered, "Guess."

Xu Qi'an glanced in the direction of the capital without any trace, and said without expression:

"I guess you took the opportunity to release the anger that King Zhenbei was killed, or the anger at that time has exceeded your limit, and you can't control yourself."

Emperor Zhende didn't answer, maybe he didn't bother to answer, or he acquiesced.

He glanced sideways at the direction of the capital, and said in a leisurely tone, "You are waiting for Luo Yuheng."

Xu Qi'an's face changed slightly.

Seeing this, the smile on Emperor Jeanne's face widened, a bit joking, a bit mocking, and said:

"Luo Yuheng doesn't want to double cultivate with me, and is even dissatisfied with my Taoism, because my cultivation has weakened Dafeng's national power, and she lacks enough luck to survive the catastrophe. If she can seize the opportunity to kill me and support a new monarch, she may still have A one-liner."

Only to hear Emperor Zhende's smile was treacherous, and said: "I found an interesting opponent for her."

A suburb of Beijing far away from Nanyuan.

Luo Yuheng frowned, looking at the black shadow opposite, he stepped on the blooming black lotus, with jet-black pus flowing from his body, and deep malice flowing from his eyes.

The place where the black lotus is located is the center, with a radius of several miles. The plants are withered, the eyes of the animals are red, and they lose their minds. They only know how to mate or kill each other.

In the subtleties, even insects are fighting each other.

"Good niece!"

Hei Lian licked her lips, and made a "chiliu" sound, her tone was evil and obscene, and said:

"Come to Uncle Master, Uncle Master will take you to Shuangxiu and let you taste what it's like to be a woman, hehehe~"

The corner of Luo Yuheng's mouth twitched, he slashed out the rusty iron sword in his hand, and angrily said, "Get lost!"

The dazzling sword energy surpassed the scorching sun, and the mating animals and insects were instantly killed, which was only affected by the sword intent contained in this sword.

The blooming black lotus spewed out a jet-black viscous liquid like an underground spring. They scrambled to envelop the sword energy, and with the sound of hissing, they quickly consumed Luo Yuheng's fiercely swung sword.

"How many swords can you block?"

Luo Yuheng sneered, holding the sword in his arms and spiraling into the sky, and during the rotation, sharp sword energy shot out one after another.

Sword intent filled the world.

Chi Chi Chi. The head of Hei Lian was pierced by these rainstorms of sword energy, but his body seemed to be composed of sludge from a stinky ditch, and the jet black liquid flowed to mend the pierced wound.

On the contrary, the surrounding ground exploded one after another with sword craters, as if it had just been baptized by shells.

The liquid flowing outside Daoist Hei Lian's body seemed to have dimmed a bit.

Under Renzong's swordsmanship, which is not weak in attacking and killing skills, he still suffered a little injury.

Taoist Hei Lian took a deep breath, his abdomen puffed up, the "ball" moved up slowly, and when it reached the throat, it spewed out violently.

Daoist Hei Lian sprayed out a long jet black river and wrapped Luo Yuheng, as if he was going to bring her down with him.

"My dear niece, uncle has been greedy for you for a long time, ah ha ha ha ha"

Priest Heilian laughed nervously, evil and crazy.

laugh!

The rusty iron sword broke through the turbid flow, and with a flash of brilliance, it pierced the black lotus priest through his heart.

Luo Yuheng's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the iron sword, shaking his hand, shaking off a little black liquid on the blade.

She can't contaminate the power of the other party's depravity, even if it is only a little, it will arouse the karmic fire in her body.

But this sword is fine, this iron sword is a township magic weapon handed down by the ancestors of the Renzong past generations, and it embodies the sword intent of the ancestors of the past generations.

Therefore, just now, Luo Yuheng's human sword merged into one and merged into the iron sword, and Yujian broke through the viscous liquid.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!!"

Priest Heilian covered his heart and screamed.

He was irritated, and suddenly felt that the beautiful and moving niece and niece were not cute, full of malice, and screamed:

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to arrest you and go back to double cultivation, I'm going to arrest you and go back to double cultivation. Is it killing or dual cultivation? It's so annoying, annoying, annoying"

In the nervous roar, his body suddenly collapsed, turning into a black human face the size of a small building, composed of a pitch-black liquid as thick as syrup.

The human face opened its mouth wide and rushed towards Luo Yuheng, intending to swallow her in one gulp.

The national teacher turned over the rusty iron sword and gently handed out a sword.

boom!

People's faces burst into pieces, and the sky began to rain in pitch black.

The sword light swept away for several miles, cut off a mountain top, and flew away, disappearing at the end of sight.

Luo Yuheng stood with his sword in his hand, with a calm expression: "That's it?"

"The deity has decided, the deity will kill you."

The figure of Hei Lian Dao Shou reunited, and his aura dimmed a bit.

Let's kill this annoying teacher's niece.

"Jin Lian begged me for help to deal with you together. I didn't want to help him. I just didn't want to take risks. It's nothing to do with me. But this time, someone else begged me to help.

"Since he spoke, I might as well show some real skills."

Luo Yuheng lightly bit his fingertips, touched the rusty iron sword, and said softly:

"Hei Lian, you can run for your life."

Confident and domineering.

Emperor Zhende laughed wildly, and Xu Qi'an's slightly discolored appearance pierced his heart. As a monster who flaunts his emotions, he enjoys the feeling of being overwhelmed by his IQ.

Let this kid who thinks he is the savior understand how ridiculous and humble he really is.

"It's really hard to kill a martial artist at the peak of the third rank, but it doesn't matter, you will soon taste the ultimate fear."

Emperor Zhende looked at him jokingly, expecting to see vigilance and confusion in Xu Qi'an's eyes, as well as a trace of panic.

But what he waited for was Xu Qi'an's smile:

"You talk so much nonsense to me, you are waiting for Duke Huai."

This time, it was Emperor Jeanne's turn to change slightly and narrow her eyes.

He stared at Xu Qi'an with some vigilance and confusion, and said:

"Your brain doesn't look like a display, but so what do you know, is there anyone in Dafeng who can stop an immortal martial artist?"

If Xu Qiyan didn't hear it, his eyes fell on the corpse of Emperor Yuan Jing in the distance. Those who mastered the secret art of one qi transformation and three cleansing, as long as one clone survived and given enough time, they could rebuild two clones.

Of course, the beheaded body cannot be revived, and Emperor Yuan Jing's body is dead. But Duke Huai is different, Duke Huai is a third rank martial artist.

After he entered the third rank, Xu Qi'an knew very well that as long as he got enough energy and blood,

"I can't find a third-rank martial artist, but whoever said that it must be a third-rank martial artist?" Xu Qi'an asked back with a smile.

Emperor Zhende's face darkened.

He looked at Xu Qi'an coldly, and his tone was serious:

"Do you know how Duke Huai was resurrected? This is my third purpose for killing Wei Yuan."

Come on, hurt each other.

Xu Qi'an's smile slowly retracted, and squeezed out three words from the gap between his teeth: "You—looking for—death—"

The war broke out in an instant.

A figure flew in the sky, wearing heavy armor, with handsome features, somewhat similar to Emperor Yuan Jing, with a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes looking coldly.

Zhenbei King.

He came from the direction of the imperial mausoleum, and after the corpse was transported back to the capital from Chuzhou that day, because of Emperor Yuan Jing's attitude of trying to cover up the case of King Huai's massacre, all the civil and military officials were annoyed, and they fought against each other.

The princes led a group of officials to besiege the Meridian Gate, scolding and making a fuss.

Under such a premise, no one paid attention to Duke Huai's corpse. After all, it was meaningless to compete with a corpse, and fighting with the emperor was the most important thing.

Including Xu Qi'an and Zheng Xinghuai, at that time they only paid attention to the situation in the court and ignored the corpse of King Huai.

As everyone knows, this is exactly what Emperor Jeanne deliberately did.

Duke Huai's body had been hidden in the Imperial Mausoleum, and he had just recovered recently.

call out!

The flying sword came through the air and took the head of Zhenbei King Xiangshang.

King Zhenbei waved his palm lightly, and with a sharp ding, the flying sword flew upside down.

He stomped his feet in the void and looked towards a certain place high in the sky. There were two flying swords hanging there, and each flying sword stomped on two people.

They are a swordsman in a green shirt, a monk in plain clothes, a young girl with wheat-colored skin, and a beautiful woman in Taoist robes.

"I don't know who it is, it turned out to be you!"

Duke Huai sneered, and shook his head again and again: "Just with you few chickens and dogs, how dare you block my way?"

He thought Xu Qi'an had some hole cards.

That's it?

Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and Lina either turned their heads or turned their heads to look at Master Hengyuan, who suffered a lot and had a deep hatred.

"Amitabha."

Hengyuan clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "The benefactor slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou. The poor monk is heartbroken. But he didn't have the opportunity to teach you to be a man."

Chu Yuanzhen interrupted with a smile: "Master, don't beep, let's do it directly. Our task is not only to delay for a quarter of an hour, but also to wear down his combat power as much as possible."

Hengyuan murmured: "It makes sense!"

There is really no need to spend much time talking to people who are extremely sinful, and you should submit them with a vajra glaring posture.

A relic floated above Hengyuan's head, emitting a clear and soft golden light.

Then, he took out a piece of paper from his arms, shook his hands and ignited it.

Bless the core ability - the great summoning technique!

In the dark void, a benevolent figure wearing cassock descended, and after merging with the relic, this unreal phantom solidified instantly.

This is an Arhat, the second grade of Buddhism, Arhat!

Of course, the summoned heroic soul, even with the addition of relics, cannot be equivalent to a real arhat.

But with Hengyuan as the main force, Li Miaozhen and others assisted, it was barely able to hold back a martial artist at the top of the third rank.

Seeing this, Duke Huai raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't take a quarter of an hour to finish you off."

Contemptuous on the surface, vigilant on the inside.

Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and recited scriptures. One by one, golden Buddhist scriptures, which seemed to be real, floated out of his mouth, converging into a golden "river" and rushing towards King Zhenbei.

King Zhenbei staggered, his head hurt like a crack, and he had a strong suicidal idea, he could no longer stand in the air, and fell down quickly.

Seventh-rank mage, best at supernatural powers!

If it is a dead soul, it will be liberated in the transcendence and return to heaven and earth.

If you are a living person, you will have a strong suicidal idea and want to turn yourself into a dead soul. If you don't want to die, Buddhism will say: No, you want to die.

Lina was the first to jump off the flying sword, and the little black skin in Nanjiang was always the first to fight. She seemed to close her hands and feet, and shot towards the ground like a sharp arrow. Behind the King of the North.

At this time, Duke Huai was still suffering from a splitting headache and the world was in a gloomy state. Lina hooked her legs around the waist of a third-rank martial artist, and wrapped her hands around his two big arms. Pull the arm back.

As expected of a genius girl from the Power Gu Department, she wrestled with Duke Huai and was in a stalemate for a few seconds.

call out!

Chu Yuanzhen drew out the ordinary iron sword from his waist and shot it away.

Li Miaozhen raised her right hand with her palm facing King Zhenbei.

Gelara. The armor on his body, the inner clothes, belt, shoes, etc., all betrayed, or tightened the waist, or tightened the neckline, making it difficult for Duke Huai to move, and helping Lina in disguise.

Chu Yuanzhen's iron sword arrived immediately and pierced between Duke Huai's eyebrows, but did not burst out with a powerful aura, because this sword was a heart sword.

Heart cut soul.

Everyone in Tiandihui made a tacit attack and hit a wave of control, controlling the peak martial artist of the third rank for more than five seconds.

As the main force, Hengyuan naturally would not let go of this good opportunity. While reciting "Do not kill", he raised his fist as big as an iron pot, and the offensive fell on King Zhenbei like a storm.

The "discipline" of Luohan fruit status is enough to forcefully control Duke Huai for a long time.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The fist smashed on the physique of a third-rank martial artist, creating an air wave that could kill a martial artist under the copper-skinned and iron-skeleton realm at will, and Lina, who was clamping King Huai's arm, was bleeding non-stop.

Even Duke Huai's aura that was smashed could not be stabilized.

boom! The armor on Zhenbei King's body exploded, Lina broke the thread and threw it flying like a kite, and the warrior's domineering arrogance shattered everything around him, including Master Hengyuan.

Lina's arms were twisted and bent, her bones pierced into flesh and blood, and she lost her combat power on the spot.

From the very beginning, the mission of the Tiandihui people was not to kill Duke Huai, this was unrealistic.

First of all, what Hengyuan invited was the heroic soul of Arhat back then, and his strength is definitely not as good as his real body, and even if Arhat's real body came in person, it would be difficult to kill a martial artist at the peak of the third rank.

Secondly, this heroic soul can only last for a quarter of an hour. Want to kill a smelly and hard high-grade martial artist for a quarter of an hour?

In the end, there is a big difference between the third rank and the fourth rank. The gap in strength is too large. The opponent can make countless mistakes, but one mistake by one's own team may be wiped out.

Duke Huai was a ruthless and merciless person, he understood the principle of taking advantage of other people's illnesses to kill them, and he didn't show mercy just because the other party was a girl, and he was about to finish off that barbarian woman from southern border with one punch.

Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together: "You must not violate the precept of killing."

King Huai's fist stopped, no matter how difficult it was to punch.

Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, pointed her palm at Lina, and swung her hard, sending her flying far away.

She is not worried about Lina's injury. The defense of the masters of the force Gu department is not as abnormal as Wu Fu, but they have extremely strong recovery power. Normally, as long as they are not dead, the injury can be recovered. The recovery time depends on the severity of the injury. .

When Lina was in the underground palace, she was severely injured by the Yin thing and was fatally injured. After sleeping for one night, she recovered as before.

Heaven and Earth will be missing one of four, leaving only three people.

Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen were indeed the mainstays of the Tiandihui. One controlled hundreds of flying swords with Renzong's mentality, and the other threw out magic weapons such as soul-calling banners and soul-absorbing bells, trapping King Huai in the formation.

With Hengyuan as the main force, the two sides fought like a raging fire.

During the fierce fight, hundreds of flying swords were exhausted, or were broken into pieces of iron, or melted into molten iron, and the magical weapons that Li Miaozhen brought from the sect were finally completely exhausted.

Duke Huai's aura has decreased significantly, but for a martial artist at this level, the wear and tear that can be recovered in just half a quarter of an hour is insignificant.

No, this won't work. Chu Yuanzhen murmured in his heart.

The task of the four of them is to hold back Duke Huai for a quarter of an hour and wear down his combat power. With the Arhat relics around, it is not difficult to delay for a quarter of an hour, but it is as difficult as going up to the blue sky to seriously injure Duke Huai.

If King Huai is allowed to support Joan of Arc with his peak state, Xu Qi'an will undoubtedly lose if the two are combined into one.

The fusion of a third-rank peak and a second-rank master will undergo a qualitative change.

Duke Huai stared at the blue-clothed swordsman coldly, and sneered:

"Chu Yuanzhen, it's not right to be the number one scholar. What kind of sword do you practice? After practicing for so many years, I have cultivated a bunch of embroidery needles that are neither painful nor itchy. I have gone through two dynasties, overlooking the court for nearly a year. I think I am a scholar like you. A spirited person has seen too many.

"Scholar's spirit is the most useless thing. Resigning from office to practice swords looks chic, but it is actually stupid. What have you practiced all these years? You are dissatisfied with my practice of Taoism, so what can you do? The three-foot green peak in your hand can Hurt me a little?"

This person was very talented back then, he was the number one scholar in high school, and he was proud of his horseshoe disease. Unfortunately, because of a trivial matter, he harbored resentment towards him, the king of the country, so he resigned to practice swordsmanship.

Now everyone is gone.

Ridiculous.

While speaking, Duke Huai stared at him with cold eyes, his eyes were dim, and he chose to devour someone.

How does it feel to be targeted by a third-grade master one-on-one?

Chu Yuanzhen realized it.

He stood there in a daze, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, his hair stood on end, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

Duke Huai snorted, the difference between the fourth grade and the third grade was like a fairy, he didn't pay attention to this number one scholar who abandoned books and practiced swords at all.

"Amitabha!"

Master Hengyuan stepped forward, and the Buddhist lion roared: "Kill the thief!"

The fruit of killing thieves!

The arhat that melted into his body emerged, and in the air he was the face of the Vajra glaring at him, and the bright brilliance formed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the face.

A breath of freshness and fierceness filled the space between heaven and earth.

Fa Xiang's eyes burst into golden light, enveloping Duke Huai in them.

Duke Huai, who clearly had a premonition of the crisis, was unable to dodge it, as if he had been hit by a holding spell. The next moment, his eyeballs shot out, and two bloody black holes appeared on his face.

Blood oozed from his nostrils, mouth, and ears at the same time.

The seven orifices bleed.

It was as if someone had hit Duke Huai on the forehead with a stick, and his whole body suddenly fell back, staggering and falling back.

After this blow, the relic fell back into his body, and Heng Yuan's energy dropped rapidly. It was obvious that he had exhausted his remaining strength and had no strength left to fight.

Duke Huai roared in unbearable pain, the blow caused him great trauma, he covered his face and bent his spine.

Li Miaozhen lowered the flying sword and swooped towards Hengyuan, trying to take him away.

But without the restraint of Arhat Relic, she realized how terrifying a third-rank warrior is, and she couldn't move.

Duke Huai's five fingers were held weakly, and it was difficult for Li Miaozhen to move. If he wanted to hold his five fingers firmly, the saintess of Tianzong would be smashed to pieces.

Chu Yuanzhen watched this scene with wide eyes, and the Qingfeng sword on his back, which had never been unsheathed since he traveled the rivers and lakes, suddenly trembled.

Duke Huai was about to "kill" Li Miaozhen, he seemed to sense it, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

The Qingfeng sword trembled extremely violently.

"Oh? You, Chu Yuanzhen, still want to make a sword?"

Duke Huai asked with a smile: "Ant, do you dare to strike me with a sword?"

The fourth grade is no different from ants.

Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, his pupils appeared slack, and the past was like smoke, but today one after another flooded his mind.

Chu Yuanzhen was an orphan since he was a child, and was adopted by a childless couple. After the couple died of illness, he studied under a great Confucianist.

His ideals and knowledge all came from the great Confucian who died in the Jinluan Palace. His teacher was first-class in knowledge, but unfortunately he could not be an official. His bad temper made it difficult for him to move forward in the court.

Usually when teaching Chu Yuanzhen, the most he said was "Don't learn from me".

In the 27th year of Yuanjing, the imperial examination, the number one scholar in Chu Yuanzhen High School, the mentor who taught him wept with joy, patted him on the shoulder, and the first sentence he said was "Don't learn from me".

All the champions in the past are all promising people. You only need to be a little naughty, and remember to live with the light, and you are afraid that it will be difficult to realize your ambitions in the future?

Chu Yuanzhen has learned from his teacher, and he is not pedantic, so his heart is full of enthusiasm.

In the same year, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, the people had no crops, and the court was not able to provide disaster relief, resulting in starvation everywhere.

It was at this time that Emperor Yuan Jing opened the furnace to make alchemy, and a season of one alchemy cost tens of thousands of silver.

The scholar who was ridiculed by his colleagues as a savage, scolded Emperor Yuan Jing in the Jinluan Hall, his words were like knives, and then hit his head against a pillar, dying.

The emperor said: Aiqing died on a righteous day, so happy.

No one dared to save.

Before he died, the teacher who taught him held onto Chu Yuanzhen's hand tightly, and his last words were still the same: Don't learn from me.

But Chu Yuanzhen still left, left the court, and since then walked around the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword.

Because it is difficult to calm down.

After all, it's hard to get over it!

Chu Yuanzhen shouted loudly: "Get out of the sheath!"

With a sound of "clang", the three-foot green peak behind him soared into the sky.

The sword was finally out of its sheath.

Show the king today, who has any injustice?

boom!

The ground bulged, and clods of soil, yellow sand, and gravel shot up into the sky one after another, following Qingfeng Sword into the air.

In just an instant, a hundred-foot-long earth dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, soaring straight into the sky. The head of the dragon was the Qingfeng Sword.

With the sword, it is already such a boldness.

"go!"

Chu Yuanzhen pointed like a sword and stabbed at King Huai.

The mighty, soaring earth dragon suddenly lowered its head, fell back to the master's side, swam three times, and then roared out following Chu Yuanzhen's sword finger.

Duke Huai had already realized the power of this sword. When Chu Yuanzhen handed out the sword finger, he quickly retreated, his figure flickering from left to right, as fast as a ghost.

At this time, this unconventional swordsman who took martial arts as his foundation and followed the path of the clan, he, and his self-created secret of nurturing mind, showed an extremely unreasonable side.

The Qingfeng sword broke away from the "dragon body", disappeared in a flash, and appeared again and again. In the distance, Duke Huai, who was trying to avoid it, stopped and stared blankly at the big hole in his chest.

A sword pierces the heart.

Ten years of scholarly energy, now exhausted.

King Zhenbei screamed and his face was distorted, as if he was enduring extreme and terrible pain.

It's hard to imagine that a third-rank martial artist would scream out in pain.

The big hole in my chest couldn't heal for a long time.

Duke Huai's aura finally fell from the peak of the third rank.

He returned to the arena full of confidence, trying to kill the Quartet and kill the enemy with his hands, but unexpectedly his strength fell when he was beaten by a few ants of the fourth rank.

And those ants.

King Zhenbei endured the pain, turned his head to look at the sky, and there were only a few figures with black spots left.

The ants ran away excitedly.

Although these injuries can recover in half an hour at most, he can't wait that long.

He had to rush to support "myself".

Observatory.

The supervisor smiled and said: "You might as well make a bet, how long will it take for Xu Qi'an to kill Joan of Arc."

Saren Agu's face was gloomy: "Are you really so confident in him?"

PS: My phone broke today, and I was so angry that I almost didn't want to update it.

There should be another chapter tonight, um, the ending chapter of Regicide. Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription.