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After the wheelchair entered the city lord's mansion, the streets outside remained absolutely quiet. Although the citizens of Dongyi City straightened up from under the eaves, no one left, no one commented, they just looked at the city lord in fear and anxiety. In the direction of the mansion, countless eyes are fixed there, not knowing what is going on inside, the sword master came to the city lord's mansion with a single sword, and why
For killing people.
Regardless of whether Si Gu Jian, the great master, decided to tie Dongyi City to someone's carriage, set foot on whose family's official road, or go south or north before his death, but this was his decision. The entire Dongyi City, even including the surrounding small vassal states, must follow his will.
Although this great master is about to pass away, he still won't allow anyone in his domain to dare to have a different heart in secret, to collude with the disciples in the house, and to arrogantly make a decision on his behalf before making a decision for himself. Determine the direction of Dongyi City, and determine the life and death of countless people in the city.
This is the scope of God's work, and no mortal can interfere in it, not even the eldest disciple in the Sword Hut, even the City Lord's Mansion that maintains the daily order of Dongyi City.
Although that city lord was the last distant relative he could find from the backcountry after Si Gu Jian bloodbathed his family.
Those who go against themselves will undoubtedly die, this is the will of the so-called master. This doesn't need to be emphasized, it's just a natural bottom line principle, just to let Fan Xian see it more clearly, so Si Gu Jian brought him here.
After the little emperor stepped into the city lord's mansion, her face became extremely pale, as if she was about to become transparent, and there was a trace of loss and shock in her eyes that could not be shaken off, because she knew what Si Gu Jian in the wheelchair wanted to do.
Apart from Yun Zhilan, Northern Qi's greatest support in Dongyi City was the people in the City Lord's Mansion. The little emperor had been counting on these two forces to help him persuade Sigu Jian to keep Dongyi City away from Nanqing's control.
But if Si Gu Jian wanted to bloodbath the city lord's mansion at this time, it would naturally explain his attitude. The little emperor felt slightly dizzy, bit his lower lip tightly, and stood behind the wheelchair without saying a word.
Fan Xian glanced at her quietly, seeing the paleness of her face, his heart moved slightly, and he reached out and patted her shoulder to express his comfort. This is not the winner's consolation to the loser, but his heart ached a little from the sword intent of the strong man in the wheelchair, and his eyes blinked uncontrollably.
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After Si Gu Jian entered the mansion, the emotions in his eyes gradually became indifferent, becoming devoid of any emotion, not even a hint of indifference.
Several people knelt down at the second stone steps of the city lord's mansion, and greeted the arrival of Lord Juggernaut with fear and fear. They lowered their heads and kowtowed.
With this kowtow, the head, like a ripe fruit in autumn, tore off the branches, fell down, and rolled on the ground.
There was an extremely smooth fracture on the necks of several people, as if cut off by a supreme sword.
But Sigu Jian in the wheelchair didn't have a sword in his hand at all.
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The little emperor stared at the head rolling on the ground, his face became paler and paler, and even his tightly pursed lips became paler.
Fan Xian's hand was slightly exerted, supporting the wheelchair, with blue veins looming on it, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew Si Gu Jian was here to kill people, to teach himself how to kill people, but he still didn't expect that this great master only thought, It is already a few lives that no longer exist in the world.
The head rolled aside, bringing out a rainbow of blood, hitting the moss in the corner of the wall, and stopped. Fan Xian's lips were a little dry. He subconsciously wanted to stop Si Gu Jian's next move, and exerted force with his palms, intending to stop the wheelchair under the stone steps.
If the City Lord's Mansion is slaughtered, the agreement between Nanqing and Dongyi City will no longer have any opposition. Even those disciples in the Sword Hut who disagree with Sigu Jian's will will re-understand because of the blood here. See the ruthlessness and strength of Master Juggernaut.
However, Fan Xian was still unwilling to use this method. He was not a sentimental and pedantic person, but he believed that the City Lord's Mansion would never be a big obstacle. As long as Si Gu Jian nodded, there were many ways to solve the difficulties here.
He didn't expect Sigu Jian to use the simplest and most brutal solution.
At some point, the wheelchair had already climbed the stone steps, heading towards the depths of the City Lord's Mansion.
Fan Xian and the little emperor's hands were still on the wheelchair, their hands were shaking more and more, and their faces were getting paler, because they saw more and more blood, and more and more corpses lying on both sides of the wheelchair.
Someone finally mustered up the courage to draw out the knife, and the knife broke in two. Some people screamed and flew away, and their waist was broken in two. More people looked at the god of death in the wheelchair with horrified eyes, their legs were trembling, and they couldn't see it at all. Unable to move, they thought of the legend many years ago. In that night, the grand master in the wheelchair entered the city lord's mansion with a sword. The next day, there was no living person in the city lord's mansion. .
After many years, Si Gu Jian entered the City Lord's Mansion again, this time without a sword in his hand, but the whole City Lord's Mansion was still sadly enveloped by a strong smell of blood.
Fan Xian's face became paler and paler, and the domineering zhenqi in his body had reached its peak, but the moment Chu Chu handed out his body, he was crushed and shattered into strands by the murderous aura that pervaded the world. It was broken into fragments and dissipated in an instant, unable to gather energy at all.
The little emperor's body trembled, and she couldn't make any moves at all. She even put her hands on the wheelchair to barely stabilize her body. Even though she is an extremely tyrannical female emperor, looking at the countless heads and corpses flying in the air, it is still difficult to resist this bloody and murderous attack.
Blood is flying, blood is still flying, blood is always flying.
At this time, Si Gu Jian's face was paler than the faces of these two young people. It was a completely unreasonable white. It seemed that the blood in his body had already flowed to a certain place, and then dispersed into a piercing blood. His sword qi and the murderous aura of Mie Tian Jue Di were unleashed lavishly.
The bodies of Fan Xian and the little emperor seemed to have escaped the control of their own minds. They followed the deadly wheelchair very passively and walked in the city lord's mansion. All the small movements around.
The little emperor was powerless to resist, so his reaction was weaker. Fan Xian forcibly condensed his mind, trying to resist the indifference and killing intent that made him feel very uncomfortable, even a little disgusting, but it was like being hammered non-stop by a heavy hammer, shaking his soul.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, and a hint of helpless sadness flashed in his eyes, he lowered his eyes slightly, and stopped looking at what happened in the City Lord's Mansion. He gave up the idea of preventing Si Gu Jian from killing people, he didn't have the strength, and he was unwilling to anger the Grand Master who had already fallen into a mad state and put himself in endless danger just because he pityed those innocent servants in the City Lord's Mansion.
His eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't look at it, but it didn't mean he didn't know, especially since this was the last lesson Si Gu Jian taught him.
Fan Xian had already let go of his mind, and no longer confronted the sword intent permeating the manor, so he felt more and more clearly that any slight changes in the atmosphere in the field were released by the great master in the wheelchair. Breath, with a deeper understanding.
This breath made his brows frowned, because he hated this breath very much. This breath not only smelled of blood, but the most important thing was that there was no emotion in it, and some were just indifference, a kind of indifference , a kind of indifference that regards creatures as nothing.
It seems that before Si Gu Jian's eyes, before his mind, there is nothing worth cherishing in the world, and anyone can see it like a pig or a dog.
But Fan Xian didn't understand, it was obvious that this great master had a lot of affection for Dongyi City. Immediately afterwards, Fan Xian felt another state represented by that breath, that is will!
Si Gu Jian's will has already controlled everything around the wheelchair, strong, decisive, unyielding, consistent with morality, principles, and compassion between heaven and earth, the thoughts of the young people behind him, before this powerful absolute will, become Bubbles formed and scattered in all directions.
Fan Xian suddenly raised his head, supported the little emperor who was already crumbling under this coercion, his eyes quietly followed Si Gu Jian's gaze, and looked towards the mansion. He had experienced this state, but subconsciously he was a little afraid of it. kind of realm.
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There are no great masters in the world. The reason why the four great monsters can break through the limitations of human beings and run freely between the heaven and the earth depends on their own understanding of the world and their own experiences, which have created completely different breakthroughs for the four great masters. the way.
His Majesty the Emperor of Qing broke into the realm of the great master, obviously taking the super-real path. A cripple with all the meridians in his body is shattered, but he is facing a state of extreme prosperity. The arduous method breaks through the limitations created by the heavens for the human body.
Undoubtedly, this is the most powerful method. Fan Xian dared not learn it, and had no way to learn it.
Si Gu Jian's path was different. He had accumulated too much gloom, depression, and killing urges in his heart since he was a child. Finally, after slaughtering his family overnight, he condensed a strong mind from the smell of blood. At the moment of extinction, I finally realized the will not to be moved by external objects, and with killing and indifference, I began to look coldly at the line on the sky, tearing it apart easily.
On the last stone steps of the city lord's mansion, there was a row of people standing. The city lord of Dongyi City was wearing a gorgeous national uniform with a pale face. He lined up with the people closest to him, waiting for the arrival of the sword master. His most powerful strength is gathered here, but he also knows that there is no way to prevent a great master from killing people.
Fan Xian put his hand on the back of the wheelchair. He didn't notice the silence on the stone steps. The screams gradually died down. He just fell into a state of bewilderment. He finally realized Si Gu Jian's master state, but Discover the way to seek this state, maybe you will never be able to do it yourself.
Every grass, stone, flower, and tree in the world has its own reason for survival. Everyone is unique. If you want to break through the realm and touch the realm of the master, you must find your own method.
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At this moment, Si Gu Jian who was in the wheelchair suddenly coughed, his thin body bouncing on the wheelchair, and Fan Xian's hands holding the wheelchair trembled again.
The row of masters of the City Lord's Mansion on the stone steps, watching this scene, turned into black shadows all over the sky, divided into seven directions, and rushed towards the wheelchair like an eagle slaying.
Coughing seemed to be an opportunity, a signal, these masters of the City Lord's Mansion did not hesitate to attack violently, but there was no joy in their hearts. Because the people of Dongyi City, including those strong men who practiced swords by the sea, have become accustomed to the invincibility of the sword master. Under the light of the gods for more than ten years, no one would expect to be able to become a godslayer. that person.
But they still had to make a final fight, because after all, the sword master coughed, maybe it was an opportunity, maybe it wasn't an opportunity, but since they were going to die after all, it should be an honor to die under the hands of a great master.
Before the figures arrived, the strong wind was blowing towards them. The strong men of the City Lord's Mansion did not aim at the two young men behind the wheelchair, because they had already seen that the two young men had already fallen into a trap at this time. In an unbearable mental predicament.
However, Fan Xian felt that if he was facing the most heroic blow of these masters before he died, he might have no way to counterattack at all.
At this time, Si Gu Jian was still curled up in the wheelchair coughing, his only remaining hand was covering his lips, and there was no sword beside him.
So he beckoned, and a sword moved on the ground, moving extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, coming to his stable palm.
Si Gujian swung the sword, the sword's momentum was not smooth, like seven green mountain peaks, suddenly tore off the bark of the trees outside, revealing the strange and rugged rocks below, trying to pierce seven big holes out of the sky.
Facing the heroic lore of the last seven masters of the City Lord's Mansion, Si Gu Jian stabbed out a sword casually, and turned back with the indifferent will to devour blood in the heroism. At the same moment, he stabbed four swords, but the four swords It stabbed in seven directions.
This is already a sword beyond the mundane.
There is an aura of looking ahead and disregarding the future, but hidden behind the aura is a supreme will that transcends the aura, free and easy because of indifference, and indifferent because of blood devouring.
The four swords stabbed seven people, and the seven masters fell to the ground without a sound.
Si Gu Jian flicked the sleeve of his robe, and the ordinary steel sword in his hand went away, stabbing straight into the chest of the Lord of Dongyi City, entering without a handle.
Ever since Si Gujian entered the mansion in a wheelchair, the lord of Dongyi City didn't say a word of excuse or sigh. He just watched the scene in front of him calmly, waiting for the coming of death, because he knew that his distant relative Clan uncle, since he came out of the house in person, he has no choice but to die. He has no feelings for a crazy grand master, a blood-devouring sword master, or a ruthless monster who slaughtered his kin, the city lord.
The city lord coughed up blood, felt the loss of life, and began to cry. At the moment before he died, there might be too much unwillingness and resentment in his heart, just like the resentment that Emperor Qing had produced many years ago. , In the world, there shouldn't be these great masters in the first place.
There is no reason in this world.
Fan Xian has been watching Sigu Jian's attack seriously all the time, because this is the first time Sigu Jian has actually made a move after entering the City Lord's Mansion, and he has a sword in his hand. His eyesight was extremely sharp, he caught the method and trajectory of the last four swords, so he was extremely shocked.
It turns out that this is the real Sigu sword, like a bird in the sky, like a fish in water, there is no warning at all between movement and stillness, and the sword is drawn only with the heart, not just the heroism of looking forward and backward, left and right That's all.
The four swords, which are so beautiful and cruel to the extreme, once look at the city of people, then look at the country of people, and look at the world's schemes three times, often make the hero burst into tears. Watching the long distance of the world, alone but crying!
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In Suzhou City, Ye Liuyun once cut half a building with a single sword. Fan Xian thought that the peak sword skills in the world were nothing more than that, but when he saw Sigu Jian's sword today, he realized that the sword is the most powerful murder weapon. The symbol of the sword is that the sword and the mind are connected, and there is no faster way of expressing the mind in the world.
Where the heart is, the tip of the sword will be there.
To be able to cultivate a sword technique that is against the common sense of heaven and earth and should not exist between heaven and earth, the sword wielder may feel a little shocked himself, even the sword wielder himself may not know how he used such a sword technique After the first strike, the swordsman held the blood-dripping long sword and looked around the vast wilderness, feeling at a loss.
The true meaning of Si Gu Jian, it turned out that he was still at a loss in the end.
Fan Xian's hand was still supporting the little emperor's arm, but he couldn't help shaking. It must be such a happy or painful thing to be able to comprehend such a sword technique.
On the unknown green tree next to the city lord's mansion, a crow, which had been peeping for half a day, could no longer bear the will that filled the world, croaked, and flew away.
Si Gu Jian's eyes were indifferent, but blood was coughing up from the corner of his lips, his face was terribly pale, and his thin body was completely shrunk in the wheelchair. The two young men behind him, one dazed, the other awe-inspiring, surrounded by pools of dead bodies and blood. Fan Xian lowered his head, but a strange thought welled up in his heart. He seemed to be able to sense that the great master in the wheelchair had reached the end of his life.
Because he still drew his sword in the end. Although these four swords are so pure and cold to the extreme, but compared with the Sigu sword that killed a hundred tiger guards with one strike on Dadong Mountain three years ago, today's Sigu sword is obviously much weaker.
At this moment, the corpse of the city lord of Dongyi City knelt down slowly, kneeling in front of the wheelchair, as if expressing his final surrender.
Fan Xian raised his head abruptly, watching in astonishment as a man in black appeared in front of the three of them as the city lord's body fell.
The man in black also held a sword in his hand. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)