The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Like the bloody setting sun, only the last ray of light is left. There is not much time left before the sky is completely dark. There is only the last ray of light left between heaven and earth.

In the remote but not shabby but rather spacious courtyard, a strong and pungent smell of blood permeated the nostrils. There was blood flowing everywhere in the courtyard. It was hard to imagine how many people had been injured before so much blood was shed. blood.

There were hundreds of armored guards lying in the courtyard. The rich blood all over the courtyard was gushing out from these people. Now they were lying on the ground in twisted postures, stacked up and down, leaving the whole courtyard almost empty. Wherever they landed, there were lying Imperial Guards everywhere.

Xuan Yuan stood in the center of the courtyard. There was a space around his feet. There was no fallen body of the Imperial Guards. Instead, there was about three feet of open space, just like in this silent five hundred people. In the fight between enemies, no one could get within three feet of Xuan Yuan.

After this tragic battle, the smell of blood wafted in the air. Xuan Yuan stood in the "pile of corpses" piled up by hundreds of people with a long sword in hand. The black robe on his body had been stained with unknown amounts of stains. His robe was completely soaked with human blood.

If it weren't for the black robe on Xuan Yuan's body, otherwise the large swaths of blood would have spread on the hem of the clothes, and large swaths of bloody flowers would sprout out. But even so, the silver color on this robe with a black bottom and silver patterns would have already spread. The dark lines have also been stained red with blood.

He held the bright sword in his right hand, and bright red blood flowed down the sword's edge. Drops of blood fell to the ground, dyeing the sharp sword's edge red, and then accumulated a small pool of blood on the ground.

"Host... Are all of these people dead?" 0617 asked in a trembling tone, with some lingering fear and panic.

It watched with its own eyes how the host used speed, skill and agile movements to avoid the oncoming guards, and then moved and turned to take away the lives of each of the guards with tricky angles and sharp and unpredictable sword skills.

This was a one-sided massacre, extremely efficient and almost a crushing victory. It was obviously a battle of five hundred against one, but in the end it was Xuan Yuan who survived alone, and he was his enemy. The five hundred imperial guards eventually fell.

Xuan Yuan's expression was calm, and the fierce fighting spirit still remained in his phoenix eyes. He was full of murderous aura, making wanton noise, and the sharp energy in his whole body soared into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky. It was as sharp and horizontal as it shot up from the sky. In his intoxicating murderous aura, it seemed that he could catch a glimpse of Xuan Yuan's prosperous years in the world of cultivation.

"Not dead. No one is dead." Xuan Yuan's expression was still cold and his eyes were cold and merciless. He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice and snow, soaked with murderous intent and blood, "Now is not the time to kill people. Qing Wu is being persecuted. So I won’t kill anyone until I raise the flag of rebellion.”

0617 suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. It was great. These piled up and slumped bodies under the host's feet were not corpses. They were still alive and still warm. Although the blood flow was a little more, it looked like A little more miserable and terrifying...

But...at least he's not dead! The warm body that fell at his feet was still alive, not a corpse that had lost all vitality and refused to close its eyes.

He was just as stupid and cute as 0617, and he didn't even hear the hidden meaning behind Xuan Yuan's words.

He did not kill anyone, but the time he promised not to hurt anyone was limited. Now he spares the lives of these guards instead of hurting people. This is not because Xuan Yuan is soft-hearted, or because he is kind, but because he is kind-hearted. It's because it's not time yet.

Xuanyuan wants to fulfill Qing Wu's wish, but at the same time he will not give anyone the opportunity to slander and slander Qing Wu. Before he raises his flag of rebellion, Qing Wu should be a loyal minister and good general who is loyal to the country. Only in this way can Qing Wu be His name wins everyone's admiration, respect, pity and sympathy.

Oops, Xuan Yuan really worked hard to be a white lotus! You must know that it is more difficult than killing five hundred guardsmen with one person and one sword, and defeating them all and seriously injuring them without killing any of them.

0617: Bah! Where can there be such a ferocious and strange white lotus! People pretended that White Lotus had tearful eyes and was as delicate as a flower. In order to portray the image of the original owner, White Lotus, my host chose... to only injure but not kill? ? ? What the hell is this white lotus?

Overlord flower bar!

"Let's go." Xuan Yuan did not wipe off the blood stained on the bright sword, but walked out of the yard with the sword, which was cold and gleaming but soaked in blood.

Even though the ground in the courtyard was filled with Imperial Guards, Xuan Yuan still stepped on it with an indifferent expression, stepping on the warm and blood-stained "corpse" on the ground, Xuan Yuan's blood-stained black robes and sleeves flying , rolling up elegant arcs in the long wind, flying around wantonly.

"Where are we going, host?" 0617 watched Xuan Yuan trample over each woman without hesitation, and couldn't help but bared his teeth and gasped for air, all for these corpses that were used as stepping stones... Well, he's not dead yet. I feel sorry for these guards.

Although the host didn't kill them, he was really merciless. They were afraid that they would be in coma for several days, and if no one came to treat them, they wouldn't bleed to death, right? And those Imperial Guards who were suppressed below, wouldn't they suffocate to death?

Xuan Yuan walked to the entrance of the courtyard and stopped. Behind him were unknown objects whose life and death were unknown. He raised his head and glanced at the bright moon that gradually appeared in the dark sky. He said calmly: "The empress is not hosting a banquet for the meritorious soldiers who defeated Huang Yuguo." "?"

0617: "That seems to be true..." But does it have anything to do with the host?

"Qing Wu is also a meritorious soldier." Xuan Yuan's tone was light, his expression was calm and indifferent, and his phoenix eyes were dark. "So what's wrong with me attending this banquet? Could it be that Qing Wu, who has been fighting for many years, can't even go to such a banquet."

0617: …………Host, have you forgotten that you were arrested? Forget it, since I can't argue with the host anyway, let the host do whatever he wants.

During the conversation with 0617, Xuan Yuan had left the courtyard where Qing Wu was imprisoned and headed towards the Phoenix Palace where the empress entertained officials and meritorious soldiers at the border. Along the way, Xuan Yuan met many people, including happy palace servants and solemn guards.

Xuan Yuan wore a black robe soaked in blood, and walked in the palace without covering up, which naturally attracted the attention of people who met him head-on.

Xuan Yuan ignored these people and walked straight to the Phoenix Palace. If these people on the road don't have eyes to stop him, his long sword will be unsheathed, and he will casually cut down the teams of guards rushing towards him.

The blood on his robe is getting more and more, and he almost walks on the blood and vastness all the way to the Phoenix Palace unstoppable. If someone follows Xuanyuan all the way, they will find that he has walked on a bloody road.

"Your Majesty, your majesty, Qing, Qing General he, he is coming this way!" In the extremely lively Phoenix Palace, a banquet to reward border soldiers is being held. During the banquet, the monarch and his ministers are in harmony, and the empress often rewards fine wine and delicacies to show her honor and favor to the border soldiers.

While everyone is toasting, the empress will also reward the soldiers who have performed well in the war with the Phoenix Kingdom this time, or promote them to higher positions, or increase their titles, and there are also gold, silver, treasures, and beauties in the mansion. It can be said that they are extremely honored.

But in such a bustle, a female official stumbled in, fell to the ground and reported in a trembling voice: "The guards can't stop General Qing, he is coming this way."

As soon as the female official's voice fell, the originally lively and prosperous palace banquet suddenly became silent. The civil officials and military generals who were still toasting each other stopped their actions and looked at the female official who reported the situation in disbelief.

Qing Wu? Didn't he disappear several days ago? It is said that he was imprisoned in a dark prison by the empress. Could it be...he escaped?

This idea was not only thought by one person, but also by many people. Many civil officials and military generals looked at each other in surprise. Many old ministers who insisted on ethics showed displeasure on their faces, as if they felt that Qing Wu had violated the national rules and should have been executed long ago.

However, the faces of the military officers who were invited to the banquet in the border army became extremely complicated. They were all Qing Wu's former comrades-in-arms and colleagues. They got along very well with Qing Wu when they didn't know Qing Wu's male identity. Now they couldn't help but feel complicated when they heard Qing Wu's name.

As former comrades-in-arms, even if Qing Wu was a man, the friendship of having experienced life and death together and fighting on the battlefield together would not be annihilated because of this. Moreover, most of the border troops grew up in bitter and cold places. The hardships of life made the border not pay much attention to men and women.

Many men in the border are not inferior to women at all! Although they didn't go to the battlefield, every year when fighting with the Huangyu Kingdom, the border residents would go to the battlefield to protect their own safety. Men can fight as well.

"Since your majesty is inviting meritorious soldiers at the border, why don't you call me here?" Just when everyone was silent, a cold and cold voice sounded, with a bit of coldness, "Just because Qing Wu is a man, will his military exploits be wiped out?"