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When Wang Shisanlang broke the weeping willow and Fan Xian turned into a butterfly branch, Langtao and Yun Zhilan didn't even look at each other, and felt the regret and fear in each other's hearts.
Only now did they understand why Fan Xian didn't want to retreat when he was discovered in the mountain dwelling, but instead fled towards the Sword Hut, so that by chance, the Northern Qi Emperor could be restrained. It turned out that from the very beginning, Fan Xian's goal was the Sword Cottage. He came here today to enter the Sword Cottage and see Si Gu Jian!
In mid-air, Langtao roared wildly, the metal chain on his wrist clanged, and the two scimitars slashed at Fan Xian's back like two pieces of golden light, because he knew that Fan Xian would never be allowed to Xian took His Majesty into the depths of the sword hut, and once he let the other party out of his sight, no one knew what kind of terrifying ending Bei Qi would usher in!
And he believed in His Majesty who was restrained by Fan Xian. Although His Majesty is young, his experience over the past few years has proved that he has far greater vision and wisdom than ordinary people. Since His Majesty has determined that Fan Xian will not hurt him, then Langtao is going to gamble on this, attack Fan Xianzhi and force him to save him Had to withdraw!
The two golden lights slashed towards Fan Xian's empty door, but the long sword in Yun Zhilan's hand was incomparably quiet, Zhongzheng peacefully escaped the gap between the two golden lights, and stabbed at the back of Fan Xian's neck. The sword light spat out loudly, like a silver snake spit out a letter, the sword intent was extremely fierce!
The sword intent of this sword is actually very similar to the sword intent of Wang Shisanlang hugging Yang Heng in the previous moment, it is the most concentrated and concentrated blow in the Si Gu sword. Yun Zhilan took the risk at this time, for a different reason than Langtao. He cared about the life and death of the Northern Qi Emperor, but he didn't believe in the Northern Qi Emperor's judgment. However, he had a great reason not to let Fan Xian enter the sword hut, because the master was in the hut!
Based on different reasons, the two top ninth-rank powerhouses made the same determination, and at the same time used their own unique tricks, at all costs, even risking Fan Xian's death of the Northern Qi Emperor, and turned towards the person behind Fan Xian. The great empty door was cut down!
At this time, the four people in the air were like birds, flying above a piece of stone lawn in the front yard of Jianlu, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Fan Xian held the Northern Qi Emperor in his hand, and although he held a black dagger in his right hand, he couldn't stop the cold from behind him.
Behind him, Langtao and Yun Zhilan floated in mid-air, their swords and swords came down together, piercing the air without a sound, but their breaths interfered with each other, making a palpitating creaking sound.
At this time, if Fan Xian does not abandon others and turn around to save himself, he will only have a dead end. But if he turned around to save himself, he might be seriously injured, and the Northern Qi Emperor would definitely escape from his control.
So Fan Xian chose to do nothing, still followed the inherent flight path, and rushed towards the second door of the thatched cottage, not caring about the scimitar and straight sword behind him!
Because he left the capital, came to Dongyi, entered the mountain residence, and went straight to the sword house, all based on one judgment and one confidence. He didn't believe that the other party would watch this scene happen after paying so much sincerity!
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This matter had nothing to do with luck anymore, it was all about Fan Xian's judgment of the world situation, his insight into people's hearts, and his confidence in that old monster.
Things went as he wished, when the sword was still half a foot away from his back, the door three feet in front of him opened with a creak, and the second door of the Sword Hut opened like this Fan Xian who was fleeing In front of him, welcome his arrival.
Fan Xian rushed in carrying the Northern Qi Emperor, and then the door slammed shut, shutting Langtao and Yun Zhilan out, shutting out the two scimitars and the long sword. Outside.
The door of thatched hut is often only a symbolic separation, mostly made of hay and wooden strips, such a fragile door, but it rushed in front of that moment, blocking between Fan Xian and the two masters behind him.
How could such a door stop the red-eyed Langtao and Yun Zhilan
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At this time, the field outside the sword hut was in chaos, a dozen beams of light scattered, avoiding the willow tree. Wang Shisanlang abandoned Liu and became independent, and everyone ignored him, but turned their nervous eyes to the gate of Jianlu. They all clearly saw Langtao and Yun Zhilan, these two strong men, After chasing and killing Fan Xian, he entered the thatched cottage.
However, after only a moment, everyone was shocked by the next scene and couldn't speak.
Only two muffled groans were heard, and two figures flew back miserably, it was Lang Tao and Yun Zhilan. When they entered the sword hut, they were very aggressive, but now they retreated even faster, in a very embarrassing situation!
I saw Langtao flipping a few tendons in the air, her whole body's strength reached its peak, the two scimitars covered her body like rainwater, and a golden glow covered her front, she was resisting some invisible force.
On the other hand, Yun Zhilan lowered his eyebrows to hold his breath, raised one knee slightly, stretched one leg backwards, and leveled his sword on his eyebrows. He was extremely respectful and did not dare to use his energy. He just used the pure and pure energy in his body to resist, and retreated very quickly. , dare not have the slightest stop!
Langtao was spinning faster and faster in the air, and the two knives were also getting faster and faster, and finally turned into two streamers, only to hear him shout, the two knives slashed down, and after a muffled pop, he stopped.
A branch was cut in two by him, and fell to the ground powerlessly. Langtao put his feet on the back, raised his eyebrows, and tried not to retreat, but his chest felt tight, and he was finally crushed by the endless killing power contained in that branch. Yi Zhen killed Xinmai and spat out a mouthful of blood.
But Yun Zhilan retreated faster, more thoroughly, and more respectfully than Langtao. He didn't even think about using the sword in his hand to resist anything. He was forced to retreat a distance of fifteen feet, and then knelt on the ground with one knee, Holding the sword with trembling hands.
A verdant leaf was attached to the blade of his sword.
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Everyone in the arena was terrified. Seeing that the two strong men were about to capture Fan Xian, how could they have imagined that the people in Luzhong used only a branch and a leaf to force the two strong men into captivity? return.
There are only a few people in this world who have such an unfathomable realm, and the owner of the Sword Hut is obviously one of them. It seems that the commotion outside the sword hut finally alarmed the violent Master Sword Saint.
Si Gu sword cut a branch, picked up a leaf, and forced back the two top ninth-rank powerhouses in the world. The realm of the great master is indeed far beyond the ordinary.
It's just that the great master still had some partiality in the end, so what he threw at his first disciple was a leaf, but what he threw at Langtao was a branch.
When he saw the green leaf flying out of the second door, Yun Zhilan backed away in horror, but Langtao's heart was full of fighting spirit, and he forcibly resisted the branch—so Langtao was injured and vomited blood, and in an instant, that's how it happened.
Si Gu Jian, who had been silent for nearly three years and had been hiding in the hut for three years without seeing anyone, finally made a move today.
Outside the grass gate, all the sword hut disciples knelt down on the ground with a slamming sound, and kowtowed in the direction of the sword hut. Those disciples who had participated in the control of Wang Shisanlang felt even more fear and strong uneasiness. Subconsciously, he began to look for the elder brother with his eyes, just like in many story books, among the combinations that are most good at taking the blame, the character of the elder brother must have the most blame, such as monkeys.
Yun Zhilan half-kneeled on the ground with a calm face, but the sleeves on his forearms trembled slightly as if blown by the wind, revealing his true emotions deep in his heart at this moment. He didn't know when Master Shizun came to the front of the sword hut, and he didn't know what opinion Master Master had on what he did, but he only knew that he had to do this, even if Master Master didn't allow it.
He Daoren helped the injured Langtao, and the masters of the Northern Qi Dynasty looked at the closed door of Jianlu with shock, not knowing what was going on inside, what was going to happen, why did Sigu Jian help Fan Xian to hold His Majesty the Emperor hostage, Your Majesty It's safe now. They were anxious, but under Si Gu Jian's prestige, they didn't dare to rush in to save people.
The most powerful Lord Langtao among them was no match for a branch thrown casually by Si Gu Jian. This gap in strength could not be made up with determination and courage.
Langtao slowly wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, looked coldly into the depths of the sword hut, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, he seemed to feel that something was unexpected.
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Falling heavily on the hard bluestone ground, Fan Xian's toes flinched at the moment of the impact, and he bounced up with the help of castration. The palm of his hand had already let go of the little emperor's hand, and he lifted it up, his right hand dangling from his wrist. Holding a black dagger, he squatted on the ground, staring at the wooden door behind him.
In such a short period of time, he forcibly changed his position, prepared his ultimate move, and made a gesture of fighting a rabbit with a tiger. It has to be said that Fan Xian's current strength is indeed quite strong.
If Yun Zhilan and Langtao broke in at this time, at least Fan Xian would not be as embarrassed as before, but could give the other party a thunderous blow.
It's just that after a long time, the seemingly fragile grass door was still closed peacefully, no one broke into the door, and even the voice outside the door gradually became weaker. This too ordinary grass door seems to be able to shut out all the wind, rain and blood, and let the people inside the door form a unity, settle in the hut, and seek the happiness of seclusion.
After a long time, Fan Xian stood up slowly, squinted his eyes and looked at the door, knowing that since Yun Zhilan and Langtao hadn't rushed in before, at least in a short period of time, they didn't have the courage to make a second attempt.
He didn't need to think about it at all, he also knew why, although Jian Hut was a holy land of martial arts, but for Yun Zhilan, the only one who could drive him out was the owner of Jian Hut, that eccentric grand master.
Fan Xian was not surprised. The reason why he chose to forcibly attack the Sword House earlier was because he had estimated that Si Gu Jian would not let him suffer a big loss. He was just curious about the way Si Gu Jian used to express his attitude.
There was silence in the Sword Hut. Fan Xian turned around and found that the Little Northern Qi Emperor was half-sitting on the bluestone floor, holding his feet, as if he had been injured by the previous impact. Fan Xian was not in the mood to bother him, he just looked around calmly, but he didn't find anyone.
He didn't see the branch and the green leaf, but at the moment before turning around, he vaguely caught a somewhat familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and it was this figure that made him feel a little strange. He came to Jian Hut today, of course he didn't dare to bring a shadow, who is that figure? If it was Sigu Jian, why did I feel familiar
On the bluestone slabs, grass clippings are slowly moving with the wind, and the hustle and bustle outside the hut seems to have become a story many years ago. Fan Xian walked up to the little Northern Qi emperor, stretched out a hand to help him up, and then walked towards the third door in the Sword Hut.
When the two were less than three steps away from the door, the grass door was slowly pulled open from the inside. A boy stretched out his head, his eyes flickered non-stop, and swept Fan Xian and the little emperor of Northern Qi twice, and said with a smile, "Which surname is Fan? Who's surname is Zhan?"
"I am the Emperor of Northern Qi." The little Northern Qi Emperor's face was pale, and the injury on his ankle seemed to make him feel unbearable pain, but inside the Sword Hut, he still habitually spoke first.
Fan Xian felt very strange at this time, he didn't know what he would encounter in this sword hut, and said with a slight smile: "Then my only surname is Fan."
The boy laughed happily when he heard the two of them reporting their surnames. He opened the grass door completely, bowed respectfully, and said, "Two distinguished guests, please follow me. The room is still inside."
The boy turned to lead the way, but the little Northern Qi emperor in Fan Xian's arms frowned. He had been in Dongyi City for several days, and had entered the hut several times. He was no stranger to the road here, but he had never seen Sigu Jian real person. Today, Fan Xian broke into the hut against the obstruction of himself and Yun Zhilan. It seems that Si Gu Jian is not only not angry, but has the intention of meeting the two of them.
As soon as he thought of this, the little Northern Qi emperor's mind became serious, and he faintly sensed something was wrong.
But Fan Xian's eyes were on the back of the boy. The boy was carrying a long sword on his back, which looked completely incompatible with his thin figure.
Not long after, the boy took the two of them to a room deep in the sword hut. After another servant brought hot water for food, he withdrew, leaving this quiet room to Fan Xian and the little Northern Qi emperor. .
The host family has not spoken to meet each other, and the two guests have to accept the arrangement passively. The problem was that at this time, deep in the sword hut, the room was unusually quiet. Fan Xian and the little emperor of Northern Qi were alone in the quiet room, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.
Fan Xian walked to the window, opened the window and looked out, and at a glance, he saw the big hole in the middle of the back-shaped courtyard, his pupils shrunk.
At this time, the little Northern Qi emperor was sitting on the bedside behind him, staring coldly at his back, and said, "Fan Xian, it's just you and me at this moment, what can we say?"
Fan Xian didn't turn his head, and replied softly, "I believe Si Gu Jian can hear everything you and I say very clearly... But, I'm really curious why you guessed that I was hiding in Lili's room."
The little Northern Qi emperor smiled strangely, did not explain the question, but said, "I am also very strange, why did you guess that I knew your whereabouts, and arranged for someone to kill you?"
Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders, turned his eyes away from the various sword branches in the pit, turned to look at the little emperor of Northern Qi and said quietly, "I don't need to explain this question. In fact, I'm just a little angry. Why do you change now? So stupid and naive."
He slowly lowered his eyes and said, "Have you ever thought about what price the world will pay for killing me?"
The little emperor frowned, not sure if it was because of the unbearable pain in his ankle, or because Fan Xian gave him such a bad evaluation.
Fan Xian came back from the window, sat on the stool in front of the bed, looked at the little emperor's face calmly, and suddenly said: "You are not young now, but I still habitually regard you as a A little emperor."
Facing the Northern Qi Emperor, he spoke as if he were speaking to an ordinary person. Fan Xian's attitude and emotions really shook the Northern Qi Emperor's heart. This is not a question of strength, but a feeling of equality rooted in the deepest part of the blood. Even Langtao or Yun Zhilan will still respect the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty. No one will treat the king like Fan Xian. The honor is like nothing.
Fan Xian quietly looked at the little emperor's handsome and ordinary face, but his thoughts drifted to nowhere. He knew better than anyone in the world that this little emperor was powerful. A few years ago, he was still immature, and he had already taken the lead in making arrangements in the Jiangnan area of Qingguo. Whether it was Fan Xian or the eldest princess who controlled the internal treasury in the future, he would get some benefits from it. Another example is the heavy death of the commander of Jinyiwei in the Northern Qi Dynasty. The little emperor cleverly used Uesugi Tiger to kill three birds with one stone.
However, Fan Xian still couldn't figure out why the other party would want to kill him. If it is said that during the rebellion in Kyoto in the seventh year of Qingli, the little emperor of Northern Qi could kill himself through the hands of the eldest princess, and then help the eldest prince ascend the throne, which would be of great benefit to Northern Qi... But now three years have passed, and he killed himself in Dongyi City , Northern Qi simply couldn't stay out of it.
"Killing you in Dongyi City can at least force Dongyi City to fail to celebrate." The little emperor looked at Fan Xian indifferently, as if not afraid to explain something in front of him, "As for whether your death will anger the Nanqing court? , It's not in my consideration at all... Could it be that if you don't die, your emperor Laozi will not use troops against me?"
The little emperor sneered: "Since whether you live or die, you can't stop the outbreak of the war, and your death can at least make Dongyi City surrender to me. Why don't I do such a good thing?"
Uncle Wuzhu's figure floated before Fan Xian's eyes, looking at the little emperor, he laughed mockingly and pitifully, tapped his finger on his shiny forehead, and said: "Your Majesty may be self-respecting, and he won't do it himself. , will only send troops to avenge me, but if you really kill me, I assure you, the Northern Qi without Kuhe will only become a pool of blood." (, If you want to know what will happen next, please log in, More chapters, support the author, support genuine!)