The prince is very fierce

Thunderbolt

Thunder streaked across the rainy night, and Chang'an City was calm. No one noticed the small commotion in a mansion in Chongrenfang.

Raindrops hit the tiles with a crackling sound, and Lao Qi stared at the surrounding situation intently. The people sitting in the living room were all Jianghu people or the emperor's guards, so there was no need for guards to guard them. The rest of the mansion was very quiet.

Zhu Manzhi lay on the roof in a straw raincoat, half of her head stuck out from the ridge, staring at the living room across the rain curtain with her mouth wide open, not even blinking.

In the thunderstorm, the living room became even quieter.

More than a dozen people stood up and stared at the man in the straw raincoat standing in the middle of the living room. The candlelight occasionally swayed in the wind, and the shadows dragged on the ground were motionless. The atmosphere was oppressive and a little suffocating.

"Just you?"

Xu Buling pointed his long sword at the ground, and his eyes under the bamboo hat indifferently swept over the people around him.

Zhang Xiang's eyes were gloomy, with a bit of anger.

Jianghu is Jianghu, and the court is the court.

In the heart of Chang'an, under the feet of the emperor, the imperial court is arresting traitors. How can it be said that the majority cannot bully the minority?

"Catch him!"

A light sigh sounded in the living room. Fastest update on mobile phone::

Liu Yunlin and several wolf guard leaders immediately blocked the retreat. They did not bring weapons to the full moon banquet, but so many masters with bare hands should not be underestimated.

Chen Daoping and Zhang Bushie were the best martial artists present. They separated from the left and right and attacked Xu Buling with their palms at the same time like an eagle catching a rabbit.

Zhang Xiang let go and pulled out the goose feather knife from the knife table under the middle hall of the living room. After a crisp sound of "clang", a cold knife slashed towards the center of the living room.

The nine-section whip slipped out of the sleeves of the palace skirt of the Nine-section Lady and was thrown in the living room, making a "snap" sound of whip.

In the brightly lit living room, murderous intent was lurking in an instant.

Xu Buling stood with a sword in hand, facing the palms that came from the air without dodging or avoiding them. His boots shook the stone tiles on the ground violently, and the tiles broke into pieces. At the same time, the figure had already arrived in front of the two Taoists, and the sword in his hand was like a white snake spitting out its tongue, stabbing Chen Daoping's throat.

"Be careful!"

Everyone was on high alert. He was a master who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time, so he would definitely not rush forward to die.

Chen Daoping was originally a feint, and he retracted his palm halfway, waving his sleeves like the wind, trying to wrap up the attacking sword.

The long boots on the feet of Tianshi Zhang Buxie rubbed a white line on the ground, and his five fingers were like hooks, grabbing Xu Buling's legs from the bottom three ways.

The nine-section whip in the hands of the Nine-section Lady had been swung out, and it entangled the sword blade without any error. As long as this joint attack succeeded and restricted it, Zhang Xiang, who rushed over, could cut off the thief's head from behind Chen Daoping.

Unfortunately, even if the four of them were knowledgeable, they would not understand the significance of the eight words "one against a thousand, martial arts to the gods".

There was a crisp sound of "snap".

Xu Buling twisted the iron sword in his hand and smashed Chen Daoping's Taoist robe sleeves into pieces. The cloth pieces splashed out and actually scratched several blood marks on the faces of the surrounding wolf guards.

Crash

The nine-section whip was pulled and made a crisp sound.

The movements of everyone in the living room seemed to be stagnant, only Xu Buling was moving. Because it was too fast, it was so fast that Zhang Xiang could only see the flash of the sword.

Xu Buling twisted the sword tip, and the huge force pulled the Nine-section Lady holding the nine-section whip and staggered.

The Nine-sectioned Queen had just felt the great force coming from her hand, and before she could throw away the Nine-sectioned Whip, a palm came from nowhere and hit her chest. The soft but strong force shook her internal organs. Her not-so-heavy body was immediately knocked out, and she coughed in the air, then fell into the armchair, slid back a little, and then her neck tilted and she fainted.

The action was too fast, and Zhang Xiang and others had no time to stop it. Seeing that the Queen Mother was injured, her eyes were even more furious.

Zhang Bushie had already grabbed Xu Buling's calf with his claws, and the Heavenly Master's robe suddenly bulged. He pulled back with both hands, trying to throw Xu Buling to the ground.

Chen Daoping took back his palm and before he could slap it again, Zhang Xiang's Yanling knife silently pierced through the sleeves of the Taoist robe that had just been torn, until Xu Buling's heart.

His legs were restricted and he couldn't move. Facing Zhang Xiang's knife, it was obviously a dead situation.

But what the three of them didn't expect was that Zhang Bushie pulled with all his strength, and the legs in his hands really didn't move at all, as if nailed to the ground.

Zhang Bushie's eyes flashed with surprise, and he thought it was not good and wanted to withdraw, but he didn't expect his shoulder to be cold, and he felt a piercing pain. The sword directly pierced through his shoulder blade, pierced from the back to the front, and nailed more than three inches into the ground.

"Uh"

A short muffled groan.

Xu Buling was unarmed, and he didn't care about the claws on his legs at all. He bent his knees slightly and rushed forward, holding the Yanling knife with his palms together.

Zhang Xiang chopped with a knife, as if he had chopped into the dark wood. The blade was hard to move forward, and then he twisted the blade with the force of a bull, causing his wrist to turn, and the Yanling knife immediately twisted into a strange arc.

"Hah"

Xu Buling restrained the Yanling Knife without stopping his body. He shouted fiercely, and his shoulder hit Chen Daoping's chest and abdomen like a battering ram.

There was a crisp sound of "ka--", and the bones were broken and the chest was sunken.

Before Chen Daoping's palm landed on Xu Buling's forehead, he was knocked out by the mountain support and hit Zhang Xiang behind him. The two of them stuck together and flew backwards for more than ten feet, smashing the tea table on the main seat.

And until this time, the first to be knocked out, the Nine-section Lady, hit the armchair.

"Hiss"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. From the perspective of Liu Yunlin and others, it was nothing more than four people rushing up, then three flying out, and one was nailed to the ground. They exchanged several moves without seeing it clearly.

The leaders of the wolf guards had no idea that the three secret guard masters would be instantly defeated by Zhang Xiang and even lose his sword. They were stunned on the spot as if they saw Shura coming into the world.

Liu Yunlin was quick-thinking, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he turned around and wanted to run out.

It's a pity that Xu Buling is not confused.

After repelling the four masters who surrounded him, Xu Buring ignored Zhang Xiang and Chen Daoping who had just fallen out. His footsteps wandered like a cheetah attacking, leaving only the afterimage of the black-robed hunter. In an instant, several wolf guard leaders arrived. In front of him, after knocking down several people with three punches and two kicks, he waved his sleeves and rolled up a tea cup on the tea table.

rustle

The teacup was like a crossbow being stripped of its strings, making a horrifying sound but not even a drop of tea splashed out. As it slid across the living room, the lid, cup, and coaster separated, hitting the backs of the three fleeing men's heads.

snap

Porcelain pieces shattered and flew into pieces, and the three running figures fell to the ground at the same time, lifeless.

Xu Buling pulled up his bamboo hat at this time and turned his head to look at the living room where broken wood was scattered all over the tables and chairs. Nine people were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Zhang Buling had an iron sword stuck in his back and his face was sickly red. The Nine Festival Empress was paralyzed. On the Taishi chair.

Some wind and rain drifted in through the broken window, blowing the candles and swaying.

"Ahem"

Chen Daoping's eyes were blood red, and he kept coughing up blood drops. He tried to get up, but after gritting his teeth several times, his arms weakened and he lay on the ground without making any sound.

Zhang Xiang had already stood up, with a gloomy face, staring at the Yan Ling Dao held in the opponent's hand over there, clenching his fists without saying a word.

The wind and rain blow outside the building, and the lights in the pavilion are lit with blood.

There are dragons and tigers hidden in the cold pool, and no one can pass by with a sword!

The living room, where they were chatting and laughing just now, was left in a desperate silence...