The wind and snow are flying fast, flying along the vague figures, flying in the air in a clockwise direction, and gradually connecting into countless lines, which look like wool balls woven into balls in the boudoir of a private house. Or the cocoon silk spun out by the spring silkworms in the south of the Yangtze River, turned into a ball, covering all the figures in the critical moment inside.
This white ball of snow flakes is not stationary, but recedes towards the Tai Chi Hall behind the snow field at an extremely fast speed. The spinning snow strands were not blown into a piece of loose snow by the strong wind.
Earlier, when Wang Shisanlang and Haitang floated out of the Taiji Hall, they opened two doors. At this time, the Taiji Hall was like a huge shadowy beast, with its mouth open, ready to swallow that round and gigantic beast in one bite. The snowball swallowed into the stomach, and the inside was dark.
It's just that the door of the hall was not fully opened, and the mouth was too small, so when the snowball floated to the main entrance of Taiji Hall, it was actually larger than the door of the hall. The snowball quickly hit the gate of the palace, but strangely, there was no sound. Those wooden doors carved with complicated patterns were instantly destroyed by the killing intent and fighting intent carried by the snowball's perfect momentum, and they penetrated deeply one after another. Wood's scars appeared instantly, and scattered away like a broken one.
Tens of thousands of years may quietly destroy everything like this, but this thing made of misty snow silk has produced such a powerful effect, what should be extremely weak snowflakes, in the high-speed rotation, becomes like a snowflake. Like countless sharp steel knives, it cut everything in the space.
Such a terrifying effect is naturally because the great master in that space has already displayed his peak state at this moment.
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The snowball flew all the way through the air, flew across the long royal road, and hit the bottom of the royal platform. The sound happened again, and the snowball exploded with a bang. The entire Tai Chi Hall that was hit began to tremble timidly, and the beams showed no signs of breaking, but the magnificent interior decorations were all smashed into rubble!
Several figures came out, Wang Shisanlang and Haitang fell into the rubble slumped, blood spurted wildly, and Shisanlang's arm had already been twisted into a miserable one. The thread of flesh and blood, the meridian is cut off.
The shadow of the last sword pierced out, prostrate in front of the imperial platform in white clothes, the lower part of his head was covered with blood, he didn't move at all, he didn't know life and death, the sword he was holding was weak in his hand, and the tip of the sword remained for a while. blood stains.
However, this plain sword failed to pierce the blood barrier at the root of His Majesty's thigh after all. Under such circumstances, the sure-kill sword stabbed by the shadow had already pierced His Majesty's flesh and blood, but it was killed by someone outside the palace. In the hall, the sky and the earth trembled, the wind and things moved everywhere, the tip of the sword couldn't tremble even a little, and couldn't move an inch, until it was finally shaken out of His Majesty's body, it was in vain!
During this period of time, His Majesty the Emperor, relying on the cultivation base of the mighty Jianghai's true qi, released the domineering momentum with the meaning of kingship, and suppressed several people in the entire space in the realm of harmony. Here, His Majesty's will is the rule of conduct, no one can resist!
The bright yellow figure looked so dazzling on this messy imperial platform, His Majesty was still standing upright, without even looking at the dragon chair that turned into a pile of rotten wood behind him, his face was pale, and his hands outside his sleeves were slightly Trembling, even though he was injured, he was still so invincible and invincible.
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Crouching in front of the imperial platform, the shadow like a dead fish suddenly moved, and he floated up like that, with white clothes Lingfeng, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, and an extremely vicious sword stabbed towards His Majesty's throat.
It was a matter of course that the stab failed. Shadow's complexion was pale, and he spat out a word mixed with blood: "Back!"
When he handed out the last sword, his people had already drifted back quickly. The first sword failed to kill His Majesty the Emperor, so today he would have no chance again. Although the shadow wholeheartedly wanted to avenge Chen Pingping, who was brutally hacked into pieces, he was an assassin after all. Even if he had the sharpest vision and the most stable mood among the four who entered the palace today to assassinate, he would naturally retreat if he missed a single blow. He was just worried that the two young masters who were seriously injured would still put their lives on the line to fight His Majesty the Emperor, so he yelled that.
The sound of this word still fell, and the three figures in the Taiji Hall that had become a mess roared through the air, and ran towards the outside of the hall. Make a flower shadow, bloom in the dark space in the hall.
The moment the flowers disappeared, three powerhouses on the ninth rank also disappeared from the Tai Chi Hall. His Majesty the Emperor still stood silently on the imperial platform, surprisingly did not pursue him. As soon as the Xeon Xeon domain came out, the three strong men were seriously injured and could no longer recover. If the emperor made a move at this time, he would have easily killed these three people.
His Majesty the Emperor didn't move, he just lowered his head quietly, spread his hands, felt the chill and pain from his neck, looked at the cut flesh and blood on his chest, oozing out the bright yellow dragon robe
The blood stains, and the blood hole at the base of the thigh.
Clear pain came into his mind from three places, making the mighty emperor startled. How long has it been since I was injured? Even three years ago on the Dadong Mountain, when facing Ku He and Si Gu Jian, what His Majesty the Emperor had spent was only the vast true energy and supreme spiritual momentum that he had accumulated throughout his life, but today... Young man, am I actually injured
The emperor stretched out his left hand and wiped his chest. Looking at the blood on his white palm, he frowned slightly, feeling exhausted uncontrollably. For the first time, he asked himself in his heart, is it true that I am really old
There was a palpitating chill in his eyes. He knew very well the four people who made the move today. Of course, An Zhi didn't need to mention it. This kid was able to force the sword energy out of the body today. His talent and diligence are really amazing , and the shadow has been following the old dog, but has been hiding in the space where the emperor exists. The number one assassin in the world is really amazing.
As for the two closed disciples of Ku He and Si Gu Jian, His Majesty is no stranger to him. Although he has never seen Haitang Duoduo, he knows this Northern Qi saintess very well, and knows the relationship between her and Fan Xian. His Majesty even had the idea of letting Fan Xian marry this woman. Wang Shisanlang... His Majesty the Emperor remembered and admired the scene on Dadong Mountain that year.
Except for the shadows, these three outstanding young men will undoubtedly be the most remarkable figures in the world in the future. Even though they were defeated in today's assassination of the emperor, they were still defeated so vigorously that the emperor couldn't help but admire them and not feel murderous. .
The emperor walked out of the quiet Tai Chi Hall slowly, walking step by step, slowly sorting out the domineering qi in his body that had begun to show signs of instability, his face was indifferent, his eyes were extremely cold, and he looked quietly at the front of the imperial city, which had been captured by Fan. The palace gate that the idlers successfully opened.
He didn't care how Fan Xian and the others were able to open the palace gate under the noses of the imperial guards and guards, and he didn't worry about whether these thorns in his bones, the aging enemies who reminded him with youthful pride, would just disappear into the sea of people.
"Kill them all." The emperor ordered calmly, as if narrating a routine matter, so confidently and coldly determined the life and death of those young strong men who had just escaped from the palace. Going to the eunuch Yao at the gate of the hall, he took a brand new and clean dragon robe and began to change.
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The shadow retreated the fastest. He grabbed Fan Xian who had fallen into a semi-comatose in the snow, and with a muffled grunt, he forced the mouthful of blood gushing up from his body, like a bird, towards the palace gate with incomparable charm. direction of drifting away. Behind him, Wang Shisanlang followed with a strange posture, while Begonia Duoduo, who had already taken off the cotton padded jacket and was dressed in plain single clothes, followed calmly at the end.
At this time, the four of them were all slightly or seriously injured, and trying to climb over the palace wall had become a difficult task, so they had to rush towards the palace gate. However, everyone knows that the palace gate directly opposite the Tai Chi Hall is the most heavily guarded place in the entire imperial city, but the shadow rushed over indifferently without the slightest hesitation. This was not because of Fan Xian's explanation, but because he was The people of Dongyi City, he knows what is the most in the sword house.
The trump card used by the Northern Qi people earlier was the defensive crossbow in a turret in the imperial city. When the muffled sound sounded, the imperial guards finally knew that an assassin had come to the palace today. The desperate fight started too quickly and ended too quickly. When the figures of the four strong men rushed towards the palace gate, some of the masters in the forbidden army were converging towards the turret of the imperial city, while the forbidden army who stayed at the palace gate had just arrived Good formation, like a big net.
However, when this net was first woven, it was torn apart by the sword light rising from the sky. Four lingering sword lights rose from nowhere, twisting the imperial army formation at the palace gate into chaos, and the stumps Flying wildly, blood splattered wildly, screaming loudly!
Except for the thirteen apprentices of Sword House in Dongyi City, except for the few people Fan Xian sent to protect Su Wenmao and Xia Qifei in the south of the Yangtze River, and the few people who stayed in Dongyi City to stabilize the army, a total of four ninth-rank swordsmen came!
No one knows how these ninth-rank swordsmen sneaked into the palace secretly, but people know that the disciples of Jianlu shocked the world with their murderous intent, and with the ninth-rank realm, they carried out assassinations. , no force can resist.
In just a split second, the imperial guards who couldn't react in time were killed in chaos, and a gap was opened in the heavy palace gate. Amid the angry howls of the generals of the imperial guards and the guards on duty, the four disciples of the sword house indifferently controlled Walking through the long road through the deep palace gate, a very small space was created, protecting the four Fan Xian who had fled from the direction of the Tai Chi Hall in the snow, and flashed out of the gap in the palace gate like strands of ghosts. , and ran towards the vast white expanse of incomparably deserted and spacious front square of the imperial city.
Fan Xian received the emperor's finger, and his index finger was shattered. His body was invaded by that powerful and domineering true energy. If it weren't for the fact that the meridians in his body were different from ordinary people, and what he cultivated was true energy of the same nature as Emperor Qing, I'm afraid that under that heavy finger, his whole body will be exploded.
But even though he survived, he still felt that the meridian had produced countless breaches. Inside and outside his body, there were countless thin red wires swimming in his body. An unbearable pain pierced into his mind. The instinct of human self-preservation made him very easy to pass out in such intense pain.
However, Fan Xian could not fall into a coma, because he knew that he had not escaped from the palace alive. His somewhat blurred vision had long seen the clear and violent sword intent released by those Jianlu disciples, and he frowned in pain, because these Jianhu disciples were not arranged by him, and he never thought of dragging Jianlu into this place. In muddy water.
The shadow is an ex-officer of the Overwatch Council, Haitang is his woman, and Thirteenth Lang is his friend. The three people who were moved by the assassination in the palace today are all Fan Xian's personal relationships. After all, this is a battle with His Majesty's gentleman, and His Majesty can tolerate it. Fan Xian asked these people to help, and he could guess, but if Fan Xian used the power of Dongyi City or even Beiqi, this matter would be even more troublesome.
What was even more troublesome was the silence outside the palace at this time, the square in front of the imperial city surrounded by white snow was as quiet as if there was no one there. When the four Sword Hut disciples also turned into shadows and held their swords to escort Fan Xian and the others onto the snowy ground in the square outside the imperial city, it seemed that only their footsteps could be heard in the whole world. The lonely Liao.
This kind of deathly silence is too weird, and everyone knows there is something wrong. Although Fan Xian had no intention of using the disciples of the Sword Cottage, the way out of the palace he arranged was the same as the choice of Shadow, and it was also the main entrance of the imperial city that no one would have thought of. The reason why he chose the main entrance of the imperial city was also because Fan Xian deduced clearly in advance that he entered the palace to negotiate with His Majesty, and the incident of poisoning He Zongwei by himself in the capital should have erupted. The censors would even kneel in the snow, exerting infinite pressure on His Majesty the Emperor.
This point was confirmed in Eunuch Yao's report last night, so when Fan Xian and the others escaped from the main entrance of the palace, they should have seen a crowd of officials full of grief and indignation, heard noisy discussions, and Bai Xue had been trampled into a mess. However, the servants in the various mansions hid in the carriages in the distant streets, and those who escaped from them could take advantage of the chaos and escape. Fan Xian even had no idea how to snatch the carriages in the various mansions Already thought of a way out.
But there was nothing, only the vast expanse of white land was so clean, the only thing they could see were the footprints and faint shadows left by their group on the snow, and the only thing they could hear was their own heavy breathing .
Everyone noticed the abnormality, the palace gate at the rear had been slowly closed again, and the imperial guards inside unexpectedly did not come out in pursuit. However, the shadow still had an indifferent face, flying towards the front, knowing that there was something strange at the moment, knowing that this might be a trap, but what else could everyone do? In addition to rushing past, rushing past.
The square in front of the imperial city is extremely majestic and vast. It once accommodated 100,000 people during the military parade. Three years ago when the capital rebelled, the Qin and Ye families led a large army to surround the palace, and tens of thousands of troops gathered here. Today, on the thick snow, only this group of people who have worked so hard to kill from the palace can be seen. They look so lonely and very pitiful.
A series of slight noises came from the right of this lonely team. The sporadic battle at the corner tower of the imperial city seemed to have ended. But two figures fell from the vermilion palace wall at the turret!
The imperial city was extremely high, and the two figures fell extremely fast, and they were about to fall into the snow and end up with broken bones, but unexpectedly, they heard a loud noise in the air, and a scimitar stabbed at the waist of a figure. It seemed to be random on the palace wall, but in fact it was cut to the point of perfection. Every time the knife was cut, it left deep marks on the vermilion newly restored palace wall.
That person wields a pair of scimitars, which are so powerful that they can maintain their own figure in the air, while the other person is obviously weaker, and can only insert the sword in his hand into the iron handle of his companion. in the chain.
After a few ups and downs, the two figures fell heavily under the palace wall. The burly and strong man, without any injuries, grabbed his partner and ran towards the middle of the snow field They came over and looked where they were going, as if they were going to join Fan Xian and his party.
These two people are the few remaining ninth-rank masters in the Northern Qi Dynasty, one of them is the closed disciple of Master Ku He, the number one master in the Northern Qi Palace, Langtao, and the other is He Taoren!
At this time, Fan Xian and his party had already rushed to the middle of the vast snowy field, and suddenly found that there was an inexplicable companion, and they couldn't help being startled.
In order to cooperate with Fan Xian's actions, the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was willing to let two of his most powerful assassins sneak into Nanqing. , only had time to cooperate with the spies lurking in the palace, and fired a sword with the city guard crossbow, and could only watch the assassination in front of the Tai Chi Hall begin and end.
The hero's shortness of breath is nothing more than this. A wolf peach with extremely pure cultivation was forced to escape from the imperial city by the imperial army without even slashing at Emperor Qing, and Taoist He beside him was even more despicable. The body was injured, and he had to hold it in his hand.
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"Don't run away." Fan Xian, who had been held by the shadow all this time, looked at Langtao who was gradually joining together, and said indifferently, his pupils shrank slightly, not only in surprise, but also in a kind of Ridiculous rage, why in the world do people always think they can cooperate with anything they want to happen? Whether it was the appearance of Jianlu disciples or Langtao, Fan Xian's heart turned cold. He had arranged and planned for so long, but suddenly lost its foundation at this moment. He couldn't help but feel sad.
What made Fan Xian feel even more desolate was the tranquility of this Tiandi Square. A group of people gathered on the snow field in the middle of the square. They were not very far from the houses in front of them, and even closer to the T-junction on the right. However, everyone We all know that there must be some unknown dangers waiting for us in those places.
Fan Xian was once again defeated by the Emperor Lao Tzu, a complete defeat, and the appearance of the two Northern Qi disciples, Jianlu disciple and Lang Tao, left him with no excuse to save his life. He didn't know that His Majesty was already in the palace. After issuing the command to kill, he didn't know that his mental battle would not succeed in the end, and there was a faint trace of fatigue in his eyes.
The shadow stopped in silence, and in the midst of the snowstorm, Haitang wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, smiled slightly, walked up to Fan Xian who was sitting in the snow, squatted down and tilted her head, and said, "I've already I've said it before, it's really childish to want to go along with brother's love but not against sister-in-law like you."
"I just want to save a few people from dying. After all, it's a personal matter." Fan Xian smiled very reluctantly, sitting in the snow, feeling the chill from under his buttocks, and said: "If you are shameless to the extreme , there will be tens of thousands of people coming to worship. It’s just that I can’t do it, otherwise why would I do something like this in the palace today?”
Wang Shisanlang walked to his side with his bloody arms drooping, and said in a rustling voice, "At least you tried, even if you lost, it's not bad."
Fan Xian spat a mouthful of blood on the snow beside him, panted and said, "But I'm really afraid of death." Although he said this, his eyes were filled with a very rare light of tranquility and happiness.
"It seems that you don't like my coming very much." Langtao walked up to Fan Xian and said calmly, "It's just your personal enmity, and it's actually ours, so my coming has nothing to do with you...Of course, It must be admitted that for the first time, I discovered that killing people has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation, and I seem a little incompetent in this matter."
Langtao glanced at his junior sister Haitang Duoduo, then frowned at Fan Xian and said, "If Duoduo is willing to tell me your plan, maybe today's ending will be different."
"Oh, the ending may have been preordained a long time ago. People have to believe in fate... But if you can recite me later, I won't say you are incompetent." Fan Xian grinned miserably, looked at Langtao and said .
In such a white and extremely quiet snow field, this group of assassins, which has concentrated the strength of the most elite powerhouses in the world, started chatting casually in the middle of the snow field, as if no one was thinking about the Qing Dynasty. Once the powerful and terrifying state machine starts to siege, who can escape
Countless forbidden soldiers on the imperial city turned into layers of black lines, with bows and arrows in hand, staring coldly at the assassins in the snow below the city, ready to shoot arrows at any time. Gong Dian squinted his eyes and stood in the middle, looking at those people in the snow, feeling a little heavy in his heart, wondering why Lord Fan could still laugh at this moment.
While Fan Xian and the others were talking, the situation in the square in front of the imperial city had already changed. Many crossbows and bows were protruding from the seemingly ordinary residential buildings. The arrows shining with cold light were like densely packed murder Like grass, aimed at the group of people in the middle of the snow!
And at the nearest T-junction, thunderous horseshoes sounded slowly, and more than 2,000 elite cavalry in iron armor sealed the place tightly, leaving no usable passage.
Where all the arrows are headed, who can survive? Iron cavalry charges, where can the flesh body resist? Everything seems to have come to a dead end, and there is no longer any variable that can change the occurrence of all this and delay the arrival of the god of death.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the mighty cavalry at the T-junction, at Ye Zhong who was personally approaching the cavalry in front of the cavalry, at the formidable and terrifying arrowheads on the second-story houses, at those walking out of the houses, gradually approaching the snow field For the dozens in the middle, those dozens of ascetic monks who wore hats, were extremely indifferent, but were extremely fanatical in their hearts, he finally couldn't help sighing.
It was exactly his arrangement that year, the first prince's purge of the Imperial Army began in those houses, and the Overwatch Council cooperated with the black cavalry everywhere, along the Zhengyangmen all the way to the T-junction, and the rebel cavalry The brigade was cut off, Qin Heng was crucified alive in front of the imperial city, and the old Qin family lost all children and grandchildren.
And the arrangement of His Majesty the Emperor today is just like what he did three years ago, blocking any way for him to survive. It really seems that history is repeating itself, and I don't know if there is something called retribution in the dark.
Surround the spot to fight for reinforcements, lure the enemy out of the cage, and wipe out all the forces that dare to resist him in one fell swoop. This is a routine that His Majesty has long been used to. However, what is today's battle worth? It's just that no matter how common the routine is, with the support of the Qing Kingdom's powerful strength, there is still no one who can defeat His Majesty's fortune.
"It's really nothing new." Fan Xian's pupils were a little dilated, and he muttered indistinctly with the blood, and then he tilted his head bluntly, and passed out in Haitang Blossoming's arms. After several battles, he forced out the sword energy of his fingertips at the end, but he was still no match for the Supreme True Qi of His Majesty the Emperor, and was crushed by a single finger. He didn't pass out until this time, and he was already considered a very remarkable person.
The sound of footsteps around the square sounded slowly and steadily, and the sound of horses' hoofs did not slow down. I don't know how many elite soldiers from the Qing Dynasty approached from all directions of the square, and gradually included the middle of the snow field within the arrow's range. An ascetic monk wearing a hat stood in front of the army and looked at these people indifferently. If the assassins could not be completely wiped out by the long arrow attack, it was naturally time for the iron cavalry and the ascetic monks to enter the field.
At this time, apart from the four strong men of Langtao and Jianlu, there was no one intact in the group. Facing such a strong suppression by force, everyone knew that they would not be able to escape at all. However, having already entered the ninth rank, except for Fan Xian, these people had already looked down on life and death, and no one showed a trace of fear on their faces.
Langtao and the four Jianlu powerhouses looked at each other, each of them understood what they should do, and nodded lightly. Then, the number one expert in the Northern Qi Palace looked back at Haitang Duoduo with pity, and found that the little junior sister There was no parting or sadness on his face, he just hugged Fan Xian quietly and smiled slightly.
Langtao also laughed, looked at Fan Xian in Haitang's arms, shook his head and said in admiration, "At this time, he passed out so simply, how can people not accept him?"
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Changing into a clean dragon robe, His Majesty the Emperor silently walked up the stone steps of the imperial city. The soldiers of the Imperial Army who passed by half-bowed their knees and gave a military salute. No one dared to look directly at the bright yellow color. Eunuch Yao followed closely beside the emperor, and suddenly heard the emperor ask in a deep voice, "Why haven't you moved yet?"
"This..." Eunuch Yao thumped in his heart, not knowing how to respond. Of course he knew that His Majesty the Emperor hated Mr. Fan to death at this time, but he knew better that His Majesty loved Mr. Fan to the bone all these years, especially after the death of His Majesty the Second Crown Prince, His Majesty's love for Mr. Fan is Everyone in the palace knew that if he had ordered all arrows to be fired earlier, if Mr. Fan had died in the random arrows like this, he didn't know how to explain to His Majesty.
In particular, His Majesty's visit to the imperial city in person at this time made Eunuch Yao feel panic. If it was just to besiege and kill those assassins outside the palace, His Majesty's arrangement is already sufficient, why bother to come and see it in person? I'm afraid I still feel sad...
"I want to see that traitor die before my eyes." The emperor didn't know if he could see what eunuch Yao was thinking, and said indifferently, "Let the arrow go."
The emperor took one look, and the four horses were hard to follow, so he let out an arrow, so when His Majesty was still walking on the broad stone steps up to the imperial city, the arrows in the hands of the soldiers around the square were released, densely packed, whistling and piercing the wind. Thousands of arrow feathers, like weeds, came from covering the sky and shielding the sun, and shot directly at the snow field about tens of feet in the middle of the square.
If Fan Xian was in good health at this time, perhaps he could rely on the mental method he had just comprehended to swipe for tens of feet in a straight line, avoiding the dense rain of soul-devouring arrows, but he had already passed out, and the world would never again No one can escape a rain of arrows.
Just before the Qing army fired the arrow, Langtao yelled violently, his eyes blazed sharply, grabbed Fan Xian's body in Haitang's arms, grabbed the iron chain between the two scimitars with one hand, and bent the two scimitars together. The knife danced into an impenetrable light of the knife, and rushed towards the nearest ascetic monks bravely!
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Emperor Qing stepped onto the imperial city with slow steps. He was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, his hands behind his back were extremely stable, without a trace of trembling, his eyes were slightly sunken, extremely indifferent, without a trace of emotion.
He looked at the blood-red color on the snow field in front of the imperial city, and the feathered arrows scattered on the ground, and he didn't move at all. His eyes shifted slightly, and then he saw Fan Xian who was guarded by everyone behind him, and he frowned slightly. wrinkled.
There was a dense rain of arrows, and the four strong men in the sword hut guarded all directions. With their powerful ninth-rank cultivation base, they woven a sword net and protected the rest of the people in the sword net. They were cut off and shattered There are so many arrows, but manpower is sometimes poor. This is different from Master Sanshi who was shot to death by random arrows outside the capital. In today's Kyoto, there are tens of thousands of arrows, like rain falling on the ground. Who can not get wet and who can not die?
After the rain of arrows, the four strong men in Jian Hut had already been hit by several arrows, but they still stood fiercely in all directions, with blood flowing from their bodies. I don't know if these disciples who have inherited Si Gu Jian's violent intention will fall down in the next moment. Down.
On the other hand, He Daoren at the edge of the sword net has already been shot into a hedgehog, and he can't die anymore. Thinking about the glory of this ninth-rank master in the Northern Qi Dynasty back then, he is so unbearable in front of the powerful imperial power today. one strike.
No matter how powerful an individual is, before a prosperous dynasty, he is still as helpless as an ant, unless this person is already so powerful that he is not human, such as the Grand Master.
The rain of arrows stopped, and the blood-soaked Langtao also retreated. Earlier, he intended to protect Fan Xian and charge out, but he couldn't break through the dense arrow rain after all. The two soul-eating scimitars were beheading two ascetic monks. Afterwards, he still had no choice but to back away, with two bone-deep arrows sticking out of his right shoulder, and blood flowed down.
Haitang glanced at him, but Langtao didn't turn around, and said silently: "Your Majesty has an order to let him live."
At this time, the wounded and the dead are all strong men who can dominate one side, but from the very beginning, they were unable to unite as a single rope and break out bravely, because seeing the situation of the Qing court. The formation, from the very beginning, did not leave any possibility for them to survive.
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The emperor calmly watched the bloody scene below the city, and after a moment of silence, he said softly: "Continue."
At the moment when the assassination in the Tai Chi Hall ended, His Majesty finally felt relieved, and the invisible shackles on him were released. That's why he regained his former self-confidence, calmness and elegance, and began to arrange everything in an orderly manner.
After Dadongshan, no, more to say, after the incident in Taiping Bieyuan more than 20 years ago, what the great Emperor Qing feared most in this world was the boy covered in black and the disappearing of boxes.
In the Tai Chi Hall, Emperor Qing had already driven Fan Xian to a dead end, but the box still did not appear, and Wuzhu still did not show up. Emperor Qing's last vigilance finally disappeared, and he was finally sure that the box was not on Fan Xian's body. At least he's not on Fan Xian's body now, and the fifth child... must be trapped in the temple and never come out again.
The emperor squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the dying and struggling powerhouses under the imperial city, but there was no big disturbance in his heart. Just as Fan Xian thought before, it was the same on Dadongshan, let alone these ninth-rank people now. Little people? The emperor didn't feel the slightest complacency in his heart, because such trivial things couldn't make him complacent at all. He just quietly looked at Fan Xian from a distance, and felt a faint feeling of exhaustion in his heart.
Following the military order from the imperial city, the elite of the Qing Dynasty who surrounded the entire square once again raised their longbows, aiming their steady arrows at the blood-stained powerhouses in the snow again. They don't know who these assassins are. They only know that as long as the arrows in their hands are released, no matter how powerful those assassins are, they will only die.
Perhaps some military generals or clever sergeants guessed the existence of Mr. Fan, saw his existence, and felt a little trembling in his heart, because Fan Xian's existence in the Qing Kingdom was originally a kind of legend, but this kind of legend immediately disappeared. If he were to be killed by himself, as long as he was from the Qing Kingdom, he would probably be shaken.
Just like Ye Zhong at the T-junction, Shi Fei behind the archer, and Gong Dian above the imperial city, these three military officials of the Qing Dynasty all had a faint sense of sadness in their hearts at this moment.
However, it is difficult to disobey the emperor's order and the military order. All the soldiers still raised their longbows and aimed at that side.
The emperor's eyes narrowed even more.
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However, the emperor did not notice, and no one could notice that on the roof of the Zhaixing Tower, which was a little far away from the Imperial City Square, there was also a person who was aiming at him above the Imperial City.
The Star-seeking Tower is the third tallest building in Kyoto. It was originally used by astronomical officials to observe the stars. It was only later that Ms. Ye Jia went to Beijing and built a new star-gazing tower on the mountain outside Kyoto. Abolition, no one will pay attention here except the servants who clean up daily.
In the cold and snowy first month of the twelfth year of the Qingli calendar, there was a small and thin man crawling on the roof of the Zhaixing Building. A huge white and precious fur was covering his body like this, which was different from those on the surrounding roofs. Together with Bai Xue, it covered up the color of the young servant's clothes in green.
This person hid himself very well, under the cover of the wind and snow, he seemed to blend in with the snow-covered roof of the Zhaixing Building.
In front of the precious white fur, there is a cold metal tube sticking out, it is the heavy sniper who killed Yan Xiaoyi on the meadow!
The man under the white fur fur took a breath of hot air, warmed his stiff palms, reattached his eyes to the optical sight, adjusted his breathing, and responded to his nervousness with true energy. The heartbeat fixed the vision in the mirror on the imperial city, His Majesty the Emperor.
The imperial city is far away, but the emperor is close in front of his eyes. He is very familiar with this feeling, and he can adapt to this environment very well, because the snow in Cangshan Mountain at night is actually more difficult than the snow in Kyoto today.
The muzzle of the gun under the fur fur moved slightly, and after the last adjustment, the finger touched the cold metal steadily without trembling at all, paused for a moment, and then moved gently.
There was a light click, which turned into a muffled sound, then turned into a thunderous thunder, and finally turned into a strange whine that tore through the air, and beautiful and terrifying sparks sprayed out. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)