The First Lackey Under The Empress

“This set of iron armor is indeed very cumbersome on the ground,” on the abandoned watchtower, Zhao Du'an squinted at the distant fighting. When he saw the Iron Float, like a locomotive, being kicked backward, he couldn't help but gasp softly:

“Zhang Han and the others lost fairly.”

Although he had not yet advanced, sparring with the Empress had broadened his horizons, and his discussions with the eight divisions of the Jisi had given him a deeper understanding of the power of normal "Divine Chapter" realm martial artists.

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Although he couldn't see the subtle details at the moment, judging from the strength, this guy was indeed a leader standing at the peak of the Divine Chapter.

“Hehe, it seems that with just this one, we can't take him down.” Eunuch Hai had a leisurely attitude of watching a play.

Zhao Du'an said faintly:

“Do you really think that so many people are just watching?”

… …

On the slippery, enclosed street.

Chai Keqiao was kicked by the Iron Float, and the force was fed back, causing him to somersault backward in mid-air.

In the direction of his retreat, in another side of the Forbidden Army's iron armor formation, a military general wearing soft armor and sporting a mustache held a knife in one hand.

His eyes didn't blink, and he didn't even notice the rain falling into his eyes.

His thumb pressed on the hilt of his saber, pushing the narrow war blade out an inch, then returning it to the scabbard, rubbing it back and forth several times.

Suddenly, he took a bow stance, his knees bounced, and he leaped high into the air, as if flying onto the city wall.

The scabbard fell off on its own like dead wood, and the heavy, narrow blade cut through the air, heading towards the young man in straw sandals and a raincoat, as if guided by ghosts and gods.

“Woo—”

Chai Keqiao's ears twitched slightly, capturing the extremely well-hidden sound of the air being torn. As he rolled and tumbled, he had nowhere to borrow strength.

His right hand only reached around his waist, and the axe made of black iron, which seemed ordinary but was actually very unusual, returned to block.

“Ding!”

The axe accurately met the blade at one point.

At this moment, the rain around the two people in the air shook, and then was blown away by the invisible air waves.

Chai Keqiao fell straight to the ground, and the light-armored military general holding the knife in both hands followed closely behind.

The two fell to the ground, but their weapons were stuck together, and they didn't separate.

“Die!”

The light-armored military general seemed to have a fiery temper. As soon as he landed, a faint halo spread around him.

That was the protective Qi of a Divine Chapter realm martial artist.

Holding the knife in both hands, leaning forward, and shifting his center of gravity forward.

In an instant, he was like a mad tiger, slashing out twelve times in a single breath!

“Clang clang clang clang…”

The sound of weapons colliding was dense and continuous, and the blade pulled out afterimages, suppressing Chai Keqiao.

The straw sandal woodcutter from the East China Sea also aroused his protective Qi to resist the exploding blade energy.

The axe in his hand seemed slow and traceable, forming a sharp contrast with the afterimage-pulling continuous slashes.

His whole person also retreated quickly without touching the ground, but he actually had a kind of relaxed feeling of "ease".

“This is the quick saber in the army. If the breath in the chest is uninterrupted, this continuous slash will not stop. When it goes crazy, it can raise the strength by a small level on the spot.

However, this military man's continuous slash is generally skilled.

Back then, one of the Ten Attendants of the Inner Court cultivated this quick saber. Taking a breath, jumping down from the city wall, he could see the military formation being pierced, and when he stopped, the high-grade war blade in his hand was forcibly rolled open.” Eunuch Hai commented leisurely.

Ten Attendants… That was hundreds of years ago…

Why don't you start with the unification of Qin Shihuang, oh, there is no Qin Shihuang in this world… Zhao Du'an slandered and said:

“Then what about this Chai Keqiao?”

Eunuch Hai said lightly:

“This person is not using tactics, he is completely responding with instinct. As long as your strength is strong enough, your reaction is fast enough, and your body moves freely, you don't need any broken martial arts… Eh, young man, look carefully, don't miss it.”

Zhao Du'an stared intently and was slightly stunned.

I saw the two people in the field attacking and defending.

On the other end, the Float General who had stood firm before had finished adjusting his breath.

Silently standing in the autumn rain.

Patiently waiting for the two to approach, suddenly, he silently sank his knees and bent his waist, and his two iron-clad arms suddenly hammered the ground.

“Boom!”

The ground shook slightly, and the hearts of the people who were secretly watching the battle in the shops on both sides seemed to skip a beat at the same time.

Then they looked in astonishment.

The layer of standing water covering the street suddenly rippled with fine wrinkles.

Scattered pebbles also vibrated and jumped!

The bluestone bricks that were half-covered in the mud were loosened and bulged, as if a force was condensed into a line underground, undulating towards Chai Keqiao, who was constantly retreating!

However, when the straw sandal slowly stepped on the earth, the restless bricks and rolling stones returned to silence at the same time.

“Boom boom—”

The black tower-like Float General had already taken heavy steps and launched a charge again at some point.

On Chai Keqiao's wheat-colored face, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

The axe in his hand suddenly drew a beautiful and mysterious arc, and it burst out with amazing power, splitting the quick saber light-armored officer who was about to exhaust his breath and flying backward.

Immediately, Chai Keqiao turned around on the spot, and the raincoat on his body, like a skirt, lifted up in a flowing semicircle.

The axe tightly held in his hand suddenly threw out, turning into a dark light.

The flying axe rotated in the drizzle, bypassing behind the Iron Float General, and Chai Keqiao opened his five fingers and grabbed in the air.

The axe seemed to be suddenly yanked by an invisible thin rope!

It stopped abruptly and hovered in the air.

Then, it spun at a more terrifying speed, slashing towards the back of the Float General's neck.

“Duck your head!”

The officer holding the saber on the opposite side shouted lowly.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in the Float General's heart. He rolled on the ground on the spot, avoiding the axe, and also lost the opportunity to fight.

He simply attacked Chai Keqiao's lower body fiercely, and the saber-wielding officer took the opportunity to go up and slash out.

For a time, Chai Keqiao was attacked from both sides, but his body suddenly seemed to have lost weight, like a leaf in the wind.

No matter how the two attacked, they cleverly wandered around to avoid them.

The three fought into a ball, and it was a stalemate, and Chai Keqiao faintly gained the upper hand.

… …

“Autumn leaves…”

The white-clothed monk Bianji praised in the distance on the roof.

Gongshu Tianyuan glanced at him: “What autumn leaves?”

Bianji didn't argue with him either, and said to himself:

“Isn't this person's method at this moment the same as the autumn leaves falling in the wind? It's not a martial skill, but it's better than a martial skill, or rather, he has long forgotten the martial skill. Everything in the world is martial arts in his eyes.

Although limited by his cultivation realm, he can't beat these strong men in the army, but the future is promising, and the Wudi City has successors.”

“Talking nonsense…”

Gongshu Tianyuan looked unhappy, with a terrible feeling of knowledge entering his brain but not staying.

Although his talent was strong, he had a superficial understanding of martial arts, and the Tianshi Mansion was not good at martial arts either.

He turned his head, and the miniature lens on his eye socket suddenly rotated and contracted.

The scene on the watchtower appeared in the lens.

Gongshu Tianyuan was stunned.

Because he found that Zhao Du'an was unusually focused at this moment, as if he was completely immersed in some state.

Autumn leaves… leaves follow the wind…

Zhao Du'an squinted his eyes, looking at this scene, and suddenly recalled the scene of Chai Keqiao standing under the ginkgo tree and catching fallen leaves not long ago.

“Is he imitating ginkgo leaves?”

Zhao Du'an suddenly realized something, and ripples faintly appeared in his heart.

It seemed that something was about to break ground, take root and sprout, but there was a layer of obstacles.

Although it was not the same, at this moment, he seemed to be in a dream, seeing Emperor Taizu performing martial arts.

For some reason, he had a strong urge to immediately contemplate and enter the Martial God Diagram.

Did this kid really see it?

So fast?

Eunuch Hai glanced at him suspiciously, thinking that it was terrible.

Don't overdo it and mess up the mind of the Wudi City line. He suddenly opened his mouth and said:

“It seems that these two can't take him down.”

Zhao Du'an was awakened, and the strong urge in his heart to immediately go to the Martial God Diagram to verify something overwhelmed the fun of watching the battle.

He snorted coldly and said:

“Tell the opposite side, don't play anymore, it's time to end it.”

Behind him, Zheng Lao Jiu took out a strange whistle from his arms, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

Far away.

On the blocked long street, the two people who were fighting with Chai Keqiao at the same time retreated violently, pulling away a distance of several feet.

Panting, they put on a defensive posture.

This fight consumed a lot of their energy.

But… the goal has been achieved!

“It's time to end.”

The iron shield high wall suddenly cracked, and a tall military general holding a black iron spear entwined with patterns stepped into the battlefield.

The moment the military boots stepped on the standing water on the ground, the rain in the potholes was instantly evaporated.

Chai Keqiao, who had been exhausted by the two strong men in the army, landed lightly like a fallen leaf, turned around and looked back.

In the next second, his body froze, locked by a series of Qi machines.

The martial artist's instinct told him that dodging in any direction would be met with a fatal blow.

In the military formations on both sides, a group of strong men who had not taken action drew their weapons.

On the roof, the silent crossbowmen adjusted the shooting angle, three people in a group, locking down a direction.

A net from heaven and earth.

Chai Keqiao realized in his heart that this was the power of the Dayu military formation when it really operated.

Although the martial artist is strong, he is also like falling into a spider web quagmire, with no escape from the sky or the ground.

Only…

He pursed his lips, trying to pass the axe forward.

In his pupils, he saw a military officer holding a spear suddenly approaching in an instant.

“Puff!”

Chai Keqiao only felt a sharp pain in his ribs. The spear pierced through the flesh on his waist, and his body was lifted by the kinetic energy, and he fell heavily on the street full of standing water and cold rain!

Blood stained the raincoat red.

The cold rain was slapping his face indiscriminately.

The corners of Chai Keqiao's mouth showed a smile, and he said softly:

“Awesome.”

The tall military general used his spear to pick off his hat, and stared blankly down at him, frowning:

“The madman from Wudi City.”

Wudi City is rich in martial arts lunatics. In his opinion, the one in front of him is another one.

Thinking about it this way, picking on the Zhao Yamen alone is more like a means of actively attracting experts.

“Come on! Take this thief down and send him to Zhao Qian to deal with!”

Some soldiers holding knives approached quickly.

Chai Keqiao didn't move. His injuries and exhaustion made him lose his ability to resist.

When he was dragged by the officers and soldiers, he looked strangely and said:

“You… were sent by that Zhao Du'an… Where is he?”

The officer holding the spear sneered:

“Are you worthy to see General Zhao?”

Saying that, he turned and left.

Leaving behind four infantrymen, imprisoned with shackles, chains wrapped around their hands and feet, forcibly carrying Chai Keqiao face up on their shoulders and dragging him out of the long street.

… …

In a moment.

On the watchtower, Zhao Du'an, standing with his hands behind his back, rubbed his eyebrows quietly, only to hear the sound of footsteps approaching quickly below.

A military officer came upstairs, clasped his fists and cupped his hands:

“Reporting to General Zhao, the thief has been captured and is waiting for orders!”

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