in the blink of an eye.
There is a vast expanse in front of you, as if you are in the pouring of the Milky Way, and you can't see it anywhere.
Ke Qiao just felt that his outstretched left hand was turning into powder little by little, and then the sword energy fell, he twisted his body forcefully, and used the saint's battle clothes on his body to resist the nameless sword energy.
"Stab!"
What scares Ke Qiao is.
The sword energy fell on the Celestial Silkworm armor, and the armor worn by the saint was torn to pieces and completely scrapped.
Fortunately.
The sword energy was stored on the jade bracelet, and its power was quite different from Jiang Zirou's. Although the Celestial Silkworm Armor was damaged, it also wiped out most of the power of the sword energy, and the rest was resisted by Ke Qiao's protective vitality.
"kill!"
Several martial arts masters shot together.
Ke Qiao was covered in wounds at the moment, one arm completely disappeared, the sword wound on his chest was deep enough to show the bones, and the scarlet internal organs could be seen wriggling.
However, the more dangerous it was, the calmer Ke Qiao became.
With a swell of vitality, with a sound of "dong", Ke Qiao blocked the several masters attacking from all around.
Then he used the remaining fist to smash at the attacking Jiangcheng.
"boom!"
Double fist fight.
Jiang Cheng remained motionless, but Ke Qiao spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You were hit by Yin Yang Mihun San, and you recovered so quickly!"
Ke Qiao was shocked and couldn't help but lose his voice.
"die!"
Jiang Cheng's expression was cold, and he pushed his palms horizontally, and a green lotus slowly bloomed, sealing off the space.
"Clang!"
A gleaming treasured sword appeared in Ke Qiao's hands. This is actually a rare weapon-shaped form, and its attacking power is the highest among many forms of the same level.
"Small tricks!"
Jiang Cheng sneered, and the Ninth Grade Qinglian Dharma Aspect glowed with divine power.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Ke Qiao cut down the blades that filled the sky, like a rainstorm pouring down on Jiang Heng and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty in all directions.
Only then did Jiang Cheng's expression change.
Scattered the green lotus dharma image, covering the entire hall, and finally stopped all those sword gangs.
Some officials breathed a sigh of relief when they were on the verge of death, their legs trembled, and they almost fell to the ground.
"Chase!"
Jiang Cheng ordered, and several martial arts masters flew out in an instant.
The bell rang.
There were also figures flying out from all over the palace.
Jiang Cheng originally wanted to leave, but when he saw Ke Qiao disappearing to the west, where a tall tower was shrouded in clouds and mist, he couldn't help showing some strangeness in his eyes. After thinking about it, he stayed beside Jiang Heng.
Protect him comprehensively to prevent any accomplices from staying in the hall.
Seeing the villain escape.
The thrilling battle came to an end, so the princes in the Golden Luan Hall breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking sideways towards the dragon chair.
But he saw Henghuang shrouded in shadow, sitting upright, unable to see his emotions and anger clearly.
See here.
These ministers breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts were also full of doubts.
In the early years, these courtiers could guess Henghuang's happiness and anger through the subtle expressions on Henghuang's face, but these years, they can no longer.
Until Jiang Cheng came back.
Only then did Jiang Heng's tense body relax slowly, and he asked softly, "Where did that villain escape to?"
"The direction of the Sutra Pavilion."
The monarch and his subjects looked at each other, only to realize that there was a little strangeness between the brows of each other.
…
"boom!"
Repelling a martial arts master attacking from the side, Ke Qiao let out a muffled grunt, the wound was torn open again, and the severe pain eased slightly, replaced by coldness and numbness.
Ke Qiao knew that this was definitely not a good thing.
He was amazed that there were so many masters in the Great Xia Palace, and after a moment of hesitation, three or four masters surrounded him.
He tried to break through several times.
But they were all trapped in the Great Xia Palace.
"We must find a place to recuperate, and make plans after the wound heals a little!"
Keep moving while looking around.
soon.
To the west of the Golden Luan Hall, there is a tall pagoda, shrouded in a large mist, and there does not seem to be the aura of a master in that area.
"The Sutra Pavilion... is here!"
"Shua!"
Excessive blood loss affected Ke Qiao's five senses, his eyes were blurred, and he heard the sharp wind of his clothes passing through the air in his ears, and all the plants and trees suddenly rose up.
Bite the tip of your tongue and keep your mind.
Ke Qiao jumped and fell into the mist under the tower.
…
"That place is the Sutra Pavilion..."
"Your Majesty and Commander-in-Chief Jiang have ordered you not to disturb that area!"
"But the princess is still there, what if something goes wrong?"
Not long after.
Two royal guards and three court guards landed under the pagoda, looking at the Sutra Pavilion not far away, they stopped in their tracks with worries on their faces.
"Go away, you don't have to worry about this matter."
An indifferent voice came from behind.
"Commander Jiang!"
Several people clasped their fists and saluted, with respectful expressions and a little worship.
After dispersing, Jiang Cheng stayed under the tower alone, hesitated a few times, and finally gritted his teeth and stepped inside.
…
"call!"
After taking the healing medicine given by Prince Yan, there was a tingling sensation from the wound, and the muscles at the severed arm contracted, and the bleeding stopped.
Ke Qiao sat paralyzed on the ground.
He was covered in cold sweat, and the sword that erupted just now made him terrified.
"If it weren't for the holy man's armor obtained by chance, I'm afraid I can't cut ten of them with that sword energy!"
Gritting his teeth, he tore his clothes and wrapped the broken arm with cloth.
"I'm afraid there is an extremely terrifying master hidden in this palace, we must leave as soon as possible!"
He stood up.
Walk out of the corner of the Sutra Pavilion, come outside, find out the direction, and leave.
And at this moment.
A melodious sound of the piano came, followed the prestige, but saw a woman wearing a light blue skirt in a small pavilion in the middle of the lake not far away, with a national beauty and fragrance, slowly stroking the Changqin.
Beside her stood a girl in black with golden pupils.
Grinning a smile to himself.
"Isn't this the girl I met on the street corner in the city yesterday?"
Ke Qiao was suspicious.
But the movement of his hand was not slow at all, he slapped forward with a palm, and the torrential palm force hit the sky and covered the earth. Although he secretly felt a little pity in his heart, but the matter has come to this point, but he can't care about pity and pity!
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