Outside the palace, above the clouds, the battle lasted for a long time.
Many of the dark clouds and leaden mist in the sky were stirred to pieces, revealing a corner of the blue sky behind it, which looked like a continuous lake and swamp on dry land after a heavy rain.
Bundles of skylight split through the clouds, like swords cutting through the sky and the earth, and gradually gathered together to form a large expanse of clear sky.
Half of the city is windy and half is sunny.
And at the edge where they meet, streaks of rain are illuminated golden and fall all over the sky, which is really beautiful.
Stratus clouds blocked the view. Amidst the thunder that sounded from time to time, people on the city wall looked up in awe, imagining the amazing battle behind the clouds.
The chirping sound of the phoenix that sounds from time to time can still shock people's hearts even if it is very far away.
In their eyes, it was a war between gods, something that only existed in legends. It had never been seen in the hundred years since the founding of Zhao State, but now it was so abruptly and clearly placed in front of everyone.
Time passes extremely slowly.
In front of the palace, Zhao Xiang'er's large phoenix robe was fluttering like an eternal fire. The red bird fire pestle in her hand burned with golden light, and the inscriptions on it were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, elusive.
The fire phoenix protecting the city was connected to her mind, so she could not only see the scene in the clouds, but also bear the backlash of Suzaku's injury.
Gradually, her cheeks were like tender lotuses washed by autumn frost, slowly losing color, and blood slowly seeped out from her seven orifices, just like the wrong cinnabar on a porcelain figure.
But the people in the palace had already been dismissed by her, and the empty square was deserted, and no one could see this scene.
Thunder rolled from the sky, and her petite body swayed slightly every time it passed.
The cool breeze was still blowing past her ears, blowing up strands of blue hair. What fell on her body was sometimes light, sometimes rain.
After a long time, the clouds gradually closed.
"Go back." The girl whispered softly.
An almost invisible shadow of the fire phoenix fell from the clouds and fell back into the Suzaku fire pestle.
Zhao Xiang'er wiped the blood from her face, brushed away her wet hair, staggered several times and almost fell down, and then she walked back to the hall with empty steps.
The palace formation is still there!
In a certain alley in the imperial city, a black shadow fell and the blue bricks cracked.
A child who was still looking at the sky from a distance was startled, but surprisingly he did not turn around and run away. He watched helplessly as an old man, whose body looked like charcoal, got up from the ground. His body was riddled with holes. There was still white gas hissing under the rain.
A woman who was about to pick up her child saw this scene. She covered her mouth and trembled with fear. But she didn't know where she got the courage to pick up the child. She rushed back into the house and slammed the door hard, and then used all her strength. Without the strength, he picked up a hatchet and hid behind the door, staring at the closed wooden door, sweating profusely.
But the old man turned a blind eye to them.
He dragged this broken body slowly through the street. The blood in his body had evaporated, leaving only horrific wounds, and the incisions were pale.
He looked back at the palace, still feeling unwilling to do so.
He knew that Zhao Xiang'er's injuries were far more serious than his own, but he still didn't have the means to break into the palace in a short period of time, so he was worried that something might change later.
His current state is only about the fifth floor of the Purple Court Realm. If someone at the peak of the Immortal Sect's Purple Court Realm takes action at this moment, he will really lose his way.
Just looking at Nanzhou, there are only a handful of people at that level, and Zhao Xiang'er has no time to make such arrangements in advance.
It's just... I'm afraid of what might happen.
He looked at the closed doors on the street, and unknown anger arose in his heart.
He wants to kill someone.
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The earth-shattering news at the palace spread throughout the imperial city.
Even many people who were hiding in their homes out of fear couldn't help but open the windows and doors and look at the pillar of fire that penetrated the sky from a distance.
Seen from a distance, the fire pillar is extremely thin, like a line formed by magma, but it has a shocking beauty.
Outside the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, Zhao Xiang'er has left the mansion, and the news of sneaking into the palace has also spread back here.
Those powerful killers who came from the Jin Kingdom or the Rong Kingdom knew that they were being tricked and were filled with resentment. They wanted to kill the palace immediately, until the pillar of fire lit up, and the cold murderous intent blew through the huge city like a sword of wind and frost. , the thoughts in their hearts were also annihilated.
On a tall building outside the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, there was a handsome young man, dressed in colorful clothes, with colorful satin floating around him, like stripes of colorful soul worms.
He is Caiyigui, the strongest assassin in the country of Jin.
Rather than an assassin, he is actually more of a killer, because he never deliberately kills people in secret. Instead, he likes to wear the most eye-catching brightly colored clothes and heavy makeup, as if he wants everyone to notice him and this man who walks the world and kills people. living ghost.
From the darkness, a man with a sword came out and asked, "What should I do now?"
The voice of the ghost in colorful clothes was very thin, with a disgusting tone, and said: "What? The famous Yanhu swordsman is afraid?"
The man with the sword sneered: "That's a battle between immortals, and we can't get involved in it. So what if you, the ghost in colorful clothes, are so famous? If that soaring aura was in front of you, would you dare to get close?"
The ghost in colorful clothes narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "We are killers and assassins. We are just waiting for an opportunity. When we meet such a powerful immortal, we have to take a detour. Do you still want to try this? Can a sharp knife cut off the head of an immortal?"
The man with the sword said indifferently: "Among us, you are the least like an assassin. Maybe you were the one who alerted Zhao Xiang'er and managed to escape."
Another woman whose face was covered with gauze said coldly: "We, one of the top ten assassins of the Guo Kingdom, were teased by a sixteen-year-old girl. How dare we go back?"
A man in similar attire beside her said in a deep voice: "I always feel that there is something fishy about this matter. Since entering the city, there have been too many weird people and strange things. We are standing outside here, just like headless flies... This Zhao City is far from... It’s as simple as we thought.”
The woman nodded lightly: "As early as when I entered the city, I felt uneasy, but I didn't expect the water in this small pond to be so deep."
The man looked at the other end of the street and said, "Qiu Li, you are from Zhao. Do you know any secrets? You must not hide anything at this time."
A man wearing a witch robe came over, it was Qiu Li, the chief disciple of the witch master.
He looked at everyone and said: "My master only asked me to act according to the original plan. Now I can't go back to the Immortal Forest. The Blood Feather Lord has also disappeared, and there is no news about my master. Such changes... are all unexpected. .”
The woman sneered and said: "I really shouldn't have mistrusted that old man at first. I thought that as the leader of a country's witchcraft, he should be extraordinary. But now it seems that everyone in Zhao is the same. They all opened their doors to meet the enemy. Later With so few hands, he deserves to be subjugated."
A young man in colorful clothes listened to their conversation and suddenly laughed sharply on the eaves.
The woman said angrily: "Do you really think that our current opponent is still a little girl? The Blood Feather Lord is gone, and the woman who slashed the immortal sword before is also missing. Do you really think that you have the title of No. 1 Assassin?" How much does it weigh? It’s nothing in the world! Zhao Xiang’er, who is currently in charge of the palace, can easily crush you to death with one finger.”
The ghost in colorful clothes stood on the corner of the eaves, with colorful satin fluttering beside him, which was very eye-catching.
He made a gesture of wiping his neck and said: "What can I do? Hug you and cry together? Haha, even if Zhao Xianger cuts off my head with a sword, I will take a look at that exquisite picture before my head falls to the ground. With such a small face, maybe he can still smile."
At this moment, the woman who was also a woman couldn't help but touch the ugly scar under her veil, her eyes became even more sinister. She put her hands on her waist, wanting to test how many people were ranked three places higher than her. A few pounds.
But in just the blink of an eye, her hand froze, and her pupils suddenly shrank when she looked at the colorful ghost, with a look of horror on her face.
Everyone noticed something strange and looked at the corner of the eaves.
The ghost in colorful clothes stopped strangely, a very thin line lit up on his neck, and then bloodshot eyes flew everywhere. His body was still standing on the same spot, but his head had fallen in the air, and his heavily made-up face was still full of blood. Wearing an exaggerated smile.
After a moment, his body lost support and fell to the ground with a bang, blood splattered everywhere, and the colored satin was torn apart by unknown force, falling down like paper money and covering his body.
The assassins who looked at the ghost in colorful clothes seemed to be deaf. After a long period of confusion, they gradually came back to their senses. They couldn't believe that the number one assassin of the Jin Kingdom, who was laughing so wildly just now, was now a cold corpse. corpse.
Who killed him
Cai Yigui himself couldn't believe that he had his head cut off even though he still had three useless talismans and a thousand-mile death talisman.
At a certain moment, everyone looked up.
At the corner of the eaves where the colorful ghost fell to the ground, stood an indistinguishable old man.
The old man's body felt like it had been struck by thunder, burned by fire and hit by countless arrows, giving people the illusion that it could be torn apart with just one punch.
"Master... Master!" Qiu Li suddenly screamed, unable to believe what he saw.
He looked at the old man who looked neither human nor ghost, knelt down and shouted: "Master, you are still alive, that's great. I have been sticking to this place according to your instructions and never leaving."
"Oh? Are you calling me?" The old man chuckled and fell in front of Qiu Li.
The old fox looked at the trembling young man lying on the ground, and suddenly stretched out his hand to twist his own head, pulled it off casually, and threw it on the ground: "This is your master."
Qiu Li didn't dare to take another look, he just shouted: "Master, please stop joking with me. I will do whatever Master tells me, no matter what."
The old fox kicked the head of the witch master on the ground, and while tearing off the broken body, he sneered: "You are smart. When you first saw me, you knew that I was not your master, but you still Pretending to be like this, why can’t you even have the slightest thought of revenge for your master? Are you so afraid that I will kill you?”
Na Qiu Li knocked his forehead on the ground, so frightened that he even held his breath and did not dare to make a sound.
The old fox sighed and said regretfully: "I wanted to cut open your heart and drink a sip of your heart's blood, but unfortunately I can't take this sip now. Alas... It's really hard to bear with my hands and feet tied up."
When he landed on the ground before, he only crushed a few bricks, but there was still pain in his heart. Of course, he couldn't kill the people of Zhao State at this moment.
But everyone else in front of me seems to be from somewhere else...
The old fox slowly turned his head, looked at the killers who were facing formidable enemies in the rain street, and asked with a smile: "I wonder where you are from?"
After a moment of silence, everyone fled in all directions.
The old fox was not in a hurry to catch up. He crushed the head of the colorful ghost with his foot. He felt a little better and smiled to himself: "I wonder whose body is suitable for me to choose?"
(Special thanks to book friend Xia Ziyue for the reward of 60,000 vertical and horizontal coins!!! Thanks to book friends Ning Jiujiu and Bei Liao for the reward. I am very happy today! I will update another 4k-word chapter tonight!)