(On the penultimate day, anyway, I have been writing slowly and non-stop, and there is always a moment when I finish writing...)
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The rain slowly hit the hats, and the ascetic monks knelt on the wet ground with pale faces, staring blankly at the blind boy in the middle who was covered with black cloth, unable to react for a long time. They were the last defense force of Emperor Qing. When more than a dozen ascetic monks joined forces, both Fan Xian and Ying Ying were almost killed, which shows how powerful they are. However, facing Wu Zhu at this moment, will they fight back?
His Majesty the Emperor stood under the promenade in front of the hall, the slight cold rain in the sky was blown to the place where he was standing by the wind, wet the beard under his chin, strand by strand. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the coldness in his eyes gradually grew, and he said indifferently: "Useless things, a traitor in the temple scares you like this."
Strangely, His Majesty the Emperor didn't seem to be worried that these ascetic monks would betray him at this moment. Many, many years ago, the messenger who walked out of the temple, in order to clear away all traces of Ye Qingmei left in this world, made a certain agreement with the emperor, that is, from that day on, the Qing Temple walked in the south of the mainland The ascetic monks in the world regard His Majesty as the real chosen one.
What choice should be made between the chosen one and the messenger in the temple? The ascetic monks are silent at least at this moment. They are getting old, so they naturally know the oracle issued by the messenger many years ago, and know that the messenger has fallen, but they don't know if the messenger is the one in front of him. people.
His Majesty the Emperor didn't pay attention to the ascetic monks kneeling in the rain. He just looked at Wuzhu in the rain quietly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "There is no god in the world. I am not... the fifth child, and neither are you."
Wu Zhu's leg had been broken, and he barely stood up in an extremely poignant posture. The man in the temple reappeared in the world. Facing the most powerful force in the world, he bravely killed Over the past, but still paid a very heavy price. His Majesty the Emperor is right, he himself is not a god, so he has been betrayed one after another in this year, injured by weapons that do not belong to this world, and his injuries are lingering, he is no longer at the level of the peak period, but at this moment, Wuzhu has also arrived The most broken and weakest stage.
In such a duel between two peerless powerhouses, who will win? What's more, at this time Ye Zhong has led the army to surround Wuzhu, can Wuzhu break through the encirclement and stab the iron rod in his hand into Emperor Qing's throat
The emperor's indifferent eyes fell on Wuzhu's extremely damaged clothes and the broken left leg, which was only connected by some flesh. There was no emotion in his eyes, but he was thinking in his heart, at this time, you Still not coming out
Gradually, a complex emotion rushed into Emperor Qing's eyes, it was self-mockery, admiration, and unwillingness. Now that Wuzhu was surrounded, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't overthrow the sky with one hand, but at this moment, Fan Xian still didn't show his body. Such coldness and forbearance were really terrifying.
Fan Xian, who was dressed in eunuch attire, seemed to be very far away from the main entrance of the Tai Chi Hall at this time, but was actually very close. He carefully hid himself, and controlled his breathing by relying on the mind he had honed to the extreme in the past two years. Hearing the wind and rain falling all over the sky and the heavy and tense breathing of countless people in the field, he slowly approached there.
From the moment he saw the Emperor Lao Tzu coughing, Fan Xian confirmed the top-secret information he had learned on the road south, that His Majesty's body... really seemed to be dying. I haven't seen this mighty king for almost a year. Looking at him through the rain today, it seems that his face has aged a lot, the beard under his chin has grown a lot, and his expression seems a lot tired.
His Majesty has already stepped down from the altar, but he just stood calmly under the eaves of the Tai Chi Hall, watching Wu Zhu approaching step by step, but he still seemed so powerful, so powerful that anyone who tried to challenge him subconsciously Lost three points of confidence first.
Of course, Fan Xian saw Wu Zhu's miserable state. He never thought that Uncle Wu Zhu would be injured so badly one day, just as he had never thought before that someone in the world could break through the defense of Nanqing Palace head-on and kill him directly. Do all the troops and kill them in front of Emperor Qing. His gaze flicked across Uncle Wu Zhu's broken leg, and he forcibly suppressed his violently beating heartbeat, forcibly suppressed the panic and worry, as well as the sadness and sorrow in his heart, which were still hidden in the shadow of this Tai Chi Hall, Indifferently but fiercely waiting for the opportunity to make a move.
Uncle Wuzhu has reached the most dangerous moment, but he still didn't make a move, because he knew that before His Majesty collided with Wuzhu head-on, any shot he made would be meaningless. Intervening, he didn't want to disappoint Uncle Wu Zhu's earth-shattering lore, so he had to endure it.
Ye Zhong is still there, Eunuch Yao is unknown, those ascetic monks do not know whether they will make a move, and there are still experts gathered in the palace, Fan Xian must put the hope of attracting everyone's attention and consuming the strength of the emperor Lao Tzu on the already depraved , on the body of Uncle Wu Zhu who suffered horrific injuries.
No matter who, including the three old monsters who have died and left, if they are seriously injured by Wuzhu today, they may have to die in despair. However, Wuzhu still stands, which gives Fan Leisurely confidence also gave infinite pressure to everyone in the palace.
Through the black cloth, Wuzhu looked at the bright yellow figure on the stone steps more than ten feet away, that man who was much older than he remembered, for some reason, endless sourness and endless pain surged in his heart, Endless loathing and disdain.
Yes, after the Dadongshan incident ended, Wu Zhu silently embarked on the road of finding himself after listening to Fan Xian's drunken madness on the eaves of the Fan Mansion in Kyoto, because he wanted to know who he was, so he returned to temple.
The moment he entered the temple, he remembered many, many things, and naturally judged many things. Although the temple forcibly erased his memories at the next moment, as Fan Xian When he came to the temple, Wuzhu's memory hadn't been fully recovered, but the deepest emotion before being erased remained.
This emotion was stronger and more direct than his feelings for Fan Xian. It directly attracted him to quietly look at the palace for two days, and directly attracted him to enter the palace directly from the square outside the palace. Even if he doesn't remember those things back then, he still remembers the man in the dragon robe on the stone steps, and remembers the killing intent in his heart for this man.
Fan Xian asked Wu Zhu to follow his heart, Wu Zhu's heart was full of endless sorrow, especially after seeing Xiao Lizi at this moment, this sorrow seemed to have found a channel to vent.
He was going to kill him, and that was all he remembered.
So Wuzhu moved, he dragged the broken leg, leaning on the iron braze in his hand to support it, it was extremely difficult, but full of murderous spirit, he dragged step by step, rubbing the rainwater on the ground, the good foot was impatient, As if wanting to jump, he walked towards His Majesty the Emperor on the stone steps!
The moment Wuzhu moved, the masters of the Qing army around him also moved, Zhen Tianjie let out a shout, and countless long weapons stabbed towards his body!
The ascetic monks who had been kneeling beside Wuzhu finally couldn't bear the strong pressure and started to move, but some ascetic monks retreated into the wind and rain, while some ascetic monks stopped Wuzhu in front of.
From this clip, it can be seen that Emperor Qing held the supreme position in the hearts of these ascetic monks. Even though they knew that Wu Zhu was the messenger in the temple, but Emperor Qing said he was a traitor, some ascetic monks still chose to believe in His Majesty.
As soon as Wu Zhu moved, the situation in the field suddenly changed drastically, but no one noticed that most of the ascetic monks who were mixed between His Majesty and Wu Zhu retreated into the wind and rain, leaving Wu Zhu to face His Majesty the emperor. When passing through, there was an ascetic monk wearing a hat and sackcloth, but he floated obliquely to the side and rear, intentionally or unintentionally, disrupting the offensive of the military masters.
Concentrating on his whole body, Ye Zhong, who was sitting on the horse holding a gun like a warrior god, when the five bamboos moved, his eyes were full of murderous intent. As soon as the horse's belly was smashed, the horse neighed, and the spear pierced like lightning. Wu Zhu's back was slightly slanted.
Among the people in the field, Ye Zhong was probably the only one who had experienced the things that happened in the capital of Qing Kingdom many years ago, so he knew better than anyone else how terrible Wuzhu was. strong. Once he made up his mind and the guardian saint shot, he gathered all his strength and didn't hold back, because he knew that in the face of the five masters, there was no way to prevent the opponent from looking a little Staggering steps.
With a loud shout, a clean silver spear pierced Wuzhu's back. Ye Zhong fired the most powerful spear in his life, and all his energy was concentrated on this spear, so he didn't pay attention. It seemed that the ascetic monk who was lightly drifting away in the wind and rain seemed to be too close to his body.
Ascetic monks never used weapons, but the ascetic monk who was closest to Ye Zhong took out a poisonous dagger from his sleeve at some point, silently, like raindrops hidden in the rain, gently Stabbed Ye Zhong's waist and abdomen!
Ye Chong stabbed Wuzhu's back, and the ascetic monk stabbed him in the waist!
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With a rustling sound, Ye Zhong fired a shot without any fancy, but ignoring any resistance, it directly pierced into the extremely clean slate surface washed by rain in the palace, like a A piece of tofu was pierced, and the tip of the gun ruthlessly plunged into the ground, several feet deep!
But the poisonous black dagger had pierced into his waist and abdomen at the moment before his gun was fired!
Ye Zhong's spear missed, and it pierced into the ground with the cloth around Wuzhu's broken leg. Then there was a stern scream in the rain. He dropped the gun and slapped the ascetic monk on the shoulder. , As soon as the big splitting of the coffin came out, the ascetic monk's shoulders were shattered!
However, the ascetic monk didn't hum or hurt, like an unconscious wooden man, he received the palm of Ye Zhong, a strong man of the ninth rank, spurting blood, and pushed the dagger in his hand forward Tan, completely broke the defense of Ye Zhong's armor and severely injured his abdomen!
A wave of force exploded between the two of them, and the Qing army master next to them fell to the ground. Like a big bird and its shadow, the two of them flew out of the horse and slumped into the ground. In the rain, I don't know how many layers of rain curtains were smashed and thrown into the distance...
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Ye Chong was disabled, at least for today, it was the shadow who did the assassination. When the ascetic monk quietly hid the eyes of many Nanqing masters in the field, and took advantage of the rain to approach Ye Zhong's back, Fan Xian, who had been secretly watching everything in the field, immediately smelled a strange atmosphere. It is a kind of innate sensitivity of people in the Overwatch Council, and probably only him and Shadow can achieve this level in the world.
Fan Xian never contacted Yingying after he entered Beijing, because even he didn't know where Yingying was hiding this year, but he knew that Yingying must not be reconciled. The number one assassin in the world must avenge Chen Pingping. So today the palace was in chaos, and Fan Xian knew that the shadow somewhere would definitely look for an opportunity to attack, but he never thought that the shadow would be mixed in with the ascetic monks' team.
A year ago, the two of them fought a big battle with the ascetic monks. Fan Xian couldn't figure out how the shadow could get in there. A master, he has drawn the victory and defeat to his own side a lot.
If it were any of the previous actions, the one that could make the shadow attack must be the most important target in the mission. This is something that Fan Xian couldn't compete with him, just like the last sword in the palace assassination. . Today, however, Shadow retreated silently and chose Ye Chong on his own initiative. It was because he found out that the first five masters of the Overwatch Council had arrived, and Shadow, who regarded Wu Zhu as his idol for life, naturally chose to cooperate with Wu Zhu. .
This, in fact, is also a kind of trust.
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Fan Xian's eyes were only smashing the rain curtain, he glanced at Ye Zhong and Ying Ying, who kept rushing back from the battlefield, and then turned back to the battlefield in front of the Tai Chi Hall.
When Ye Zhong was assassinated, the people in front of the Taiji Hall were unavoidably flustered, and the attack on Wuzhu's handicapped body was also slightly chaotic. The only one who was not chaotic was His Majesty the Emperor. He didn't pay attention to the attack of the ascetic monk. He just stared at Wu Zhu's hand.
The emperor only had five bamboos in his eyes.
The extremely hard iron brazing had been bent, broken and smoothed at this time, and it looked like a very ordinary fire stick, but this fire stick drove the rainwater in front of the Tai Chi Hall and swayed it in the air.
With a snap, the iron hammer swung away a long spear in front of him, and then followed the most reasonable direction in the shortest possible time, hitting the wrist of the person holding the gun. At that moment, the skin of the wrist of the person holding the gun was ripped apart, the muscles were shattered, and the joints were pierced, and he could no longer hold the gun.
With a click, the iron rod slid up along the surface of a sword, and the sword under the heavy pressure lowered its head, and the sharp iron rod touched the protrusion of the sword, and jumped up suddenly , and then fell heavily, hitting the sword bearer's forearm, directly turning the forearm into twisted firewood.
An ascetic monk stopped him with a wave of his palm, and the iron drill bit that was ground into a plane pierced his palm fiercely, and stuck his palm on the ground full of rain, and then swung the iron drill, heavily The ground hit the top of the ascetic monk's head, and the hat shattered into countless pieces with a bang of rainwater. There was a stick mark made of blood and water on the smooth top of the ascetic monk's head, and there was a click on the cervical spine, and he collapsed into the rainwater .
Every swing of the iron chisel was so accurate and heavy. The iron chisel, which had no front, turned into an iron rod in Wuzhu's hand at this moment, smashing away the densely packed swords in front of him, smashing into pieces. Countless joints, with blood mixed with rain, splashed in the air in front of them.
The iron rod can no longer penetrate the throats of countless masters in the palace, but it can crush their throats. Wuzhu, who was walking hard in the rain, seemed to fall down at any time, but the ones who fell in the end were those masters who bravely stood in front of the emperor!
At this moment, Wuzhu seemed to have become the unsmiling teacher on the cliff. Every time his stick fell on Fan Xian, no matter how much Fan Xian tried to dodge, he would never be able to dodge it. The rod became an iron rod.
With a muffled sound, an inner court guard's cartilage on his knee was crushed by the iron rod, and he knelt down beside Wuzhu. Rain all over the place.
Wuzhu finally stood in front of the emperor.
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There was no pause, no cursing, no eye contact, Wu Zhu raised his hand, and the iron rod in his hand hit His Majesty the Emperor in the face.
No one in the world dared to slap His Majesty the Emperor in the face, but Wu Zhu did it like this, and it was so natural, as if he was teaching an unfilial son, or beating up a heartless man.
When Wu Zhu stood in front of His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty's pupils narrowed slightly, and a certain kind of brilliance suddenly bloomed on his slightly aged face, and then he also raised his hand.
At the moment when the rain didn't even have time to tremble, His Majesty's left hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly appeared beside his face, with the palm facing outwards, blocking the iron strike!
At the same moment, His Majesty's right hand clenched into a fist, and slammed Wu Zhu's chest hard!
His most terrifying pair of hands, white as snow, seemed never to be stained with dust, hands that did not provoke blood breath, stopped Wu Zhu's iron rod, and hit Wu Zhu's body!
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The last two peerless powerhouses in the world who have surpassed the scope of human beings, the first time they fought was so simple. They just swung, blocked, and punched each other.
However, no one other than the two of them could stop that iron rod and hit that punch.
The emperor's terrifying fist slammed hard on Wu Zhu's chest!
The air also seemed to condense at this moment, and Wuzhu's body seemed to be suspended in the air strangely at this moment, and then, like an arrow, he was slammed out, like a heavy and hard meteorite, falling from the stone. The steps flew out!
Wuzhu's body was knocked into the air, smashing countless Nanqing masters who were chasing after him, and there were only black shadows passing by in front of the Taiji Hall of the Imperial Palace, blood and flesh flying around!
With a muffled sound, Wu Zhu's body finally fell down tens of feet away, and he fell heavily on the ground, shaking the world around him.
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The venue fell into a strange silence, and there were not many people who were still alive and standing at this time. His Highness Tai Chi, on the stone steps, in the light rain, His Majesty the lonely Emperor, His Majesty the Proud Emperor, still maintained the posture of protecting the front with one palm and stretching one fist in the air.
Knocking Wuzhu down with one punch was something that Emperor Qing could be proud of, but there was no emotion on his face, instead there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.
That iron chisel of Wu Zhu shattered the majestic zhenqi attached to Emperor Qing's palm, and hit Emperor Qing hard on the face.
Emperor Qing's face was very pale at this time, but his left cheek was red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips, as if he had been slapped heavily.
He slowly withdrew his left hand, looked down at the traces of the iron rod on his palm, and realized that Wu Zhu's iron rod had been bent.
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Wu Zhu, who was in the pool of blood and rain, suddenly moved, and then hunched up with great difficulty. The iron rod in his hand stood tremblingly on the ground, supporting his precarious body, and stood up in the rain.
It was extremely difficult to walk so far, and when he reached the emperor, he was punched back by the emperor. This is a thing that is enough to make everyone despair. However, Wu Zhu's face didn't change at all, he just dragged his broken left leg again, walked towards the bright yellow figure of His Highness Tai Chi again with a more difficult posture and a slower speed.
At this time, the heavy rain that had been falling in the morning suddenly stopped, the clouds in the sky gradually thinned, and the sight in the palace gradually became clear, as if it was about to clear up. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)