With his fingers pinching the gaps in the cornices of the temple, Fan Xian's body swayed up lightly, with his toes stepping on the outside of the wooden railing that protruded a few inches, his body suddenly rose up, vertically and vertically, a perfect combination of superb body skills and small tricks , but in the blink of an eye, he had already climbed to the highest floor of the Hanging Temple.
The situation on the hillside below has stabilized, the fire has been extinguished, and those dignitaries of the Qing Kingdom have always been fierce characters who have experienced wars for a long time. Another layer of defense other than the guards must ensure the safety of the Hanging Temple. At this time, everyone looked up anxiously, just in time to see Fan Xian's figure flashing to the top floor like lightning. No one thought that Fan Tisi's skill was so powerful, and they couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.
Fan Xian's right hand firmly held the eaves corner below the top floor with one hand, his left leg was slightly bent, and his left hand was placed on the handle of the black dagger hidden in his boot, fluttering slightly in the mountain wind. The top floor was quiet, but he didn't dare to rush in so recklessly, and shouted to the top: "Chen Fan Xian."
Someone seemed to have said something in the top floor. Fan Xian squinted his eyes and watched the countless cold lights gradually fade away in the top floor surrounded by the airy windows, so he felt relieved. Someone said inside: "Come in."
With a creak, the wooden window was pushed open.
Fan Xian didn't dare to be negligent, the muscles in his waist and abdomen tensed, and his whole body bounced up, and he sneaked into the top floor of the temple with the mountain wind lightly, for fear of scaring the holy car. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he watched the guards who were facing the enemy slowly take a step back from the corner of his eyes, knowing that if he had barged in without notifying him earlier, he was afraid that countless cold knives would greet him.
Looking around the building, he was slightly relieved that he didn't see the expected assassination. Then I saw the figure of the empress dowager at the turning corridor, and Wan'er, who I was most worried about, was supporting the old man, while the mysterious Hong Gonggong walked at the end with his hands in his sleeves and his body bent. .
There was a fire below, and the empress dowager and the women in the palace had already retreated first.
"How did you come?"
A majestic and calm voice rang out. Fan Xian was taken aback for a moment before he realized it. He turned around, saluted the middle-aged man next to the square railing on his left, and said calmly, "There is a fire below, it should be Human wages. The minister is worried about His Majesty's safety."
His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom wore bright yellow clothes today, but the style was obviously more casual. With his hands behind his back, he looked outside the fence. The terrain here is very high, at a glance, countless rivers and mountains can be seen, and the mountains are full of yellow chrysanthemums, showing a chilling meaning. The emperor didn't seem to be very worried about his own safety. He looked calmly at this beautiful river and mountain that belonged to him, and seemed to show a hint of ridicule towards the officials under the temple who were facing an enemy.
At this time, the empress dowager and the ladies in the building had already left. On the third floor, they merged with the guards who came upstairs to greet them, and retreated carefully downstairs. On the top floor of the airy hanging temple, apart from the unusually calm His Majesty the Emperor, there are also three royal men, the Crown Prince, the First Prince, and the Third Prince, more than a dozen guards with swords in the palace, and four or five attendants. The little eunuch.
With a sweep of his gaze, Fan Xian could clearly see the defense forces in the building, and a trace of worry could not help but flicker between his brows. There was obviously something strange about the fire downstairs, but it was extinguished quickly by myself, and there was no chance for others to take advantage of the chaos. However, those hidden assassins must still be in the temple, but they didn't know that Yiqing was so powerful. , how could it be possible for someone to sneak in - but as the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, he has considerable confidence in Qing Kingdom's defense force, even if there are assassins lurking, they can only be the kind of top masters who can disrupt the world with a single sword, It is impossible for the number of people to exceed three.
It's just that Gong Dian is not in the building, this fact makes Fan Xian's heart tighten. Eunuch Hong helped the Queen Mother go downstairs. This fact gave Fan Xian even more headaches. Could it be that those assassins started the fire just to transfer the number one master in the palace downstairs
At this time upstairs, apart from those guards with knives, the real master... seems to be the only one. Fan Xian judged the situation in the building with a bit of arrogance. After all, in his mind, the First Prince's horsemanship might be good, but in the face of such a sudden killing situation, the gap between him and a good assassin was too great.
Looking at His Majesty's expression, it seems that he doesn't take this matter very seriously. Perhaps this is the calmness and arrogance that a generation of monarchs must show, but Fan Xian doesn't want to be injured because of this middle-aged doll. Caused the death of countless innocent people in the Qing Kingdom, frowned slightly, and winked at the prince who was acting calmly behind His Majesty.
The prince was slightly taken aback, and immediately knew what Fan Xian was thinking, bowed to the emperor and said, "Father, the cause of the fire is unknown, please retreat for now."
Who knew that the emperor simply ignored the invitation from the Prince of the Eastern Palace, turned around slowly, looked at Fan Xian with a hint of self-mockery on his clear face, and said, "Has the fire gone out?"
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, nodded and said, "It's already turned off."
"Then why do you still have to leave?" The emperor gently caressed the railing with his left hand, and said leisurely: "In this life, I rarely retire."
Fan Xian's face was calm, but he had already started to scold her in his heart, thinking that you like to pretend to be cool and exciting, but he has no such interest, so he said in a deep voice, "Although there is nothing unusual about it, it's the most difficult place to guard against... please Your Majesty puts the world first, so return to the palace immediately."
Using the world to persuade an emperor was the most effective method in previous court dramas, but it was obviously useless to the emperor of Qing, so he turned around instead and said coldly: "Fan Xian, you are the inspector. Commissioner of the court, if someone dares to assassinate me... that is your dereliction of duty, do you want me to be punished for not being able to enjoy flowers because of your dereliction of duty?"
Fan Xian was bitter, thinking that he was just the commissioner of the Overwatch Council. Although the Sixth Office was indeed in charge of this part of the business, today's Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party did not let the court intervene. How could he predict the enemy's opportunity first? —But he immediately realized that the Overwatch Council's network of spies all over the world had indeed not heard anything recently. The forces in the world who dare to attack the royal family of the Qing Kingdom are nothing more than two or three families. Those two or three families have been quite quiet recently, and Dongyi City, which is the most difficult to guess, has also remained calm. It can be confirmed that the other party is still staying in Dongyi City.
Seeing the emperor's peaceful expression, Fan Xian couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it be that this fire...wasn't the prelude to an assassination? Are you really too nervous
Seeing Fan Xian fall into silence, the three princes who were qualified to speak all thought that he had been reprimanded by His Majesty, and they felt a little offended. The prince coughed lightly, and was about to say something for Fan Xian, but he suddenly thought that Fan Xian had beaten the second child miserably these days, which made him feel "greatly relieved", but the strength of this courtier seemed to be already terrifying. To the point where I couldn't control it, at this time the father was suppressing the opponent, maybe he had other thoughts, so he kept his mouth shut and just cast a consoling look at Fan Xian.
The eldest prince didn't think about it so much, and said in a deep voice: "Father, what Fan Tisi said is reasonable. Although there are no thieves who dare to assassinate my father in this world, for the sake of safety, and for the peace of mind of the elders downstairs." , you should go downstairs first."
The emperor seemed to appreciate the elder prince's one-on-one attitude, but he still didn't have a good look at Fan Xian, and said coldly, "Fan Xian, as the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, you are so flustered when things happen, you really owe me a lot. see."
Fan Xian cursed a few more words in his heart, but his face became more humble, and he laughed at himself: "Your Majesty taught me the lesson."
The emperor looked at him with a questioning intent, and suddenly said, "Are you a little bit dissatisfied?"
"Yes." Fan Xian's heart suddenly moved, and he replied directly in a deep voice: "I think that your majesty is tied to the world with one body, and safety is no small matter, so you should cherish it all the more. No matter how careful you are, you can't be too cautious. This yellow flower Jing reappears every year, but there is only one His Majesty in the Qing Kingdom, even if someone says that I am panicked and cowardly, I still have to ask Your Majesty to go downstairs and return to the palace."
There was an embarrassing silence in the building. No one expected that Fan Xian would dare to contradict the Holy Majesty in public, even dare to discuss the life and death of the Holy Majesty, and directly refuted the previous reprimand from the emperor to him!
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"You are very courageous..." For some reason, after hearing these words, the emperor finally relaxed a little, looked at Fan Xian and said, "If you say you are as cowardly as a mouse, I really don't know. Where can I find such a big mouse down there?"
This was originally a joke, but except for the emperor, everyone on the top floor was in a tense mood, and no one dared to laugh out loud at the scene, only the bold Fan Xian smiled, but the smile was a bit bitter.
Suddenly, the emperor's voice sank by three minutes, and even his eyes were closed, letting the mountain wind outside the fence gently brush his middle-aged, wrinkled cheeks.
"I don't know how many assassinations I have encountered in this life. How could you children know what kind of turmoil the world was in those days?" If you can't get angry, you just want to force me to leave, how can it be so easy."
Looking at this scene, Fan Xian secretly despised the king of a country for playing petty bourgeoisie, but his heart was mostly divided in the surrounding environment. Neither Gong Dian nor Eunuch Hong was there, nor was the Tiger Guard, there were only bodyguards and three...or four? Prince, although the eunuchs who serve the emperor closely are loyal, and their relatives for three generations are under the control of the imperial court, it is far from enough to rely on these people to protect the emperor, especially when Eunuch Hong left with the queen mother. Go, Fan Xian was very worried.
Suddenly, his heart shook, and he thought of a very delicate matter - if His Majesty was assassinated at this time, wouldn't he bear the greatest responsibility as the commissioner of the Overwatch Council? Why didn't my father take this into consideration when he was downstairs
Eunuch Dai said loudly: "Your Majesty has been assassinated forty-three times in his life, and he never took a step back."
After Fan Xian was taken aback, he immediately thought of Wang Qinian who was far away in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and cursed in his heart, it turns out that behind all successful men, there is one or several excellent fans.
The emperor slowly opened his eyes, and there was a strong confidence in the tranquility of his eyes: "Northern Qi, Dongyi, Xihu, Nanyue, and those poor wretches who were beaten by me, who would not want to kill them with one sword?" But after twenty years, who has done it?" He chuckled softly, "When being assassinated has become a habit, Fan Xian, you can probably understand why I don't take it to heart."
That is, you are a skilled worker—Fan Xian cursed more obscenities in his stomach today than any other day. But in his position, to manage his own government, since he has become the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, he has to be responsible for the emperor's safety. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to bear the biggest scapegoat in the world. Ever since, he was still relentless, cheeky and brave enough to persuade the emperor to go downstairs and return to the palace.
The emperor finally succeeded in being annoyed by him, and angrily cursed: "How did Fan Jian teach you to be such a worthless person! Why did Chen Pingping take a fancy to you!"
Fan Xian was smiling all over his face, and continued to curse in his heart: If you are capable, you can teach yourself, this should be your business scope.
At this time, the situation had already calmed down, and it was reckoned that no matter how powerful the assassin was, he would have to take the opportunity to flee, otherwise the imperial army would cast a net and search the mountain later, and there would definitely be no good end. Therefore, everyone in the building relaxed their minds a little. Seeing His Majesty, who had always shown no signs of expression, scolding Fan Xian, they couldn't help but feel a little funny. The prince still shamelessly comforted Fan Xian with his gentle eyes, the eldest prince turned his head a little unbearably, but the youngest third had the happiest smile on his face, Xu felt very vented when he watched this scene in his heart.
I don't know why His Majesty is so angry today, he kept scolding Fan Tisi, as if he was scolding his own son. After all, Fan Xian is now a celebrity of a generation, a high-ranking official in the court, and in the Qing Dynasty court where culture is heavily emphasized, such things that seriously hurt the face of a courtier are still extremely rare.
Fan Xian listened with a wry smile on his face, but he heard something else. He was afraid that His Majesty was also suspecting the same thing as himself, so he was very angry—if this play was secretly arranged by the old cripple or his father I can only praise them for being bold, heartless, shameless and mentally retarded, and they actually played such a trick to bravely save the emperor to show the emperor-the emperor is not a fool, at least his IQ is not lower than his own, how can he not see it, it just looks like the emperor I believe Fan Xian was also kept in the dark.
He sighed in his heart, thinking that there would probably not be any serious assassins, it was just a farce.
But the problem is, Chen Pingping is not a senior in kindergarten, and Fan Jian is not a little girl who was scared to cry at the iron gate on the first day of school, and His Majesty would not believe that two of his most trusted subordinates would do such absurd things. Inviting favor for Fan Xian—the reason why the emperor was angry actually had nothing to do with Fan Xian.
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The emperor finally stopped talking, turned around and slapped the railing heavily, causing everyone in the building to panic. Fan Xian is a master who is used to guessing people. He pouted his mouth at Eunuch Dai who was beside him, and made a gesture of his mouth, signaling that his son of heaven was thirsty.
Not long after Eunuch Dai was transferred to the Tai Chi Hall, he was just thinking about it, and seeing Fan Tisi's reminder, he couldn't help being amused, so he prepared to bring tea to serve him.
"Change the wine." The emperor didn't turn around, but he knew what Fan Xian was doing behind him, and finally couldn't help but show a sneer in his eyes as he watched the scenery outside the fence and the floating clouds in the sky, "Leng Yin Thousands of autumn poems, drunk with a cup of cold fragrant wine, and a tall building to admire the distant chrysanthemums, how can you meet the scene without drinking?"
The Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party held every three years will be equipped with chrysanthemum wine, and it has been prepared by the side, but there was a small fire in the Xuankong Temple, which made everyone uneasy, and they forgot to bring it out. At this time, listening to His Majesty's will, a handsome young eunuch who was in charge of this job quickly walked to the side of the fence with the wine case, and landed on his toes, being extremely cautious.
Hearing that line of the poem, Fan Xian was slightly startled. This is a chrysanthemum poem written by Jia Baoyu in the thirty-eighth chapter of Shi Shi Ji. The emperor read it at this time, naturally to show himself that he actually knew everything. It's just that this matter couldn't be hidden from the world after all, and Fan Xian didn't take it seriously.
"The article in Shitou's Notes focuses on the love between men and women, which is a bit inferior, but the writing is not bad... But these poems are a bit unreliable."
The three princes and the entourage upstairs didn't know why His Majesty suddenly mentioned the way of literature at this time, and they were slightly taken aback. Fan Xian knew that he could no longer retreat, bowed with a wry smile, and said, "It's a blessing that I never expected to be in the favor of Your Majesty for my game work."
"Oh? I thought... you were afraid that people would know that you wrote this book under the guise of your name, so you deliberately put some despicable effort into your poems. How childish you are."
Fan Xian sighed, not knowing how to answer. At this time, everyone in the venue finally knew that the story of the stone that had been secretly circulated in the folk palace was originally written by Mr. Xiao Fan. They were shocked, but they also had a natural emotion. This book has always been published only by Danbo Bookstore, and the literary talent is so beautiful that it is not vulgar. If it hadn't been written by Mr. Fan, who is famous all over the world, I really don't know where to find another person in the world.
The emperor took the wine glass, sniffed the strong aroma in the glass, took a sip lightly, smiled lightly, and ignored the embarrassed Fan Xian and the surprised sons.
There were two glasses of wine on the plate, and it was expected that His Majesty and the Queen Mother would each have a drink. At this time, the emperor took a drink for himself, and there was still one glass left. At this time, the Queen Mother had already gone downstairs, so he was a little unsure how to divide it. He looked at the Crown Prince, then at the First Prince, frowned and then relaxed, subconsciously pointing his finger at Fan Xian. Suddenly realized that something was wrong, and made a very abrupt turn on the way, pointing at the third child who was hiding in the corner, smiling and surprised at the same time.
The third prince was still young, and said with a bitter face: "Father, my son doesn't like to drink." Such words can only be said by the little guy, so that he won't be sentenced to the crime of disobedience.
The emperor said coldly with a sullen face: "You dare to do things stronger than wine, why are you afraid of such a glass of wine?"
The third prince had a bitter face, and was overwhelmed by this icy-cold aura. He was so frightened that he almost cried. He quickly thanked him, walked to the side of the rail with his little feet, stretched out his small arms, took down the wine glass, and put it in his mouth. .
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When there was a crisp sound, the wine glass in the hands of the third prince fell to the ground and rolled away. He stared dumbfounded at the oncoming cold light, as if he couldn't understand why he was just drinking a glass of wine. A guard wants to hack himself to death
After all, he is a prince. He grew up in an extremely complicated and dangerous environment. The little guy immediately reacted—someone assassinated him!
Behind him is His Majesty the Emperor, if he runs away with his head in his arms, then this snow-like knife will directly cut on His Majesty. Of course, the third prince didn't have the Wuhen-treading agility of Master Ku He, nor did Ye Liuyun's strong Sanshou like a coffin shelf. , will also split him in half directly, and take the emperor's head by the way.
Hiding or not hiding is the same, so the third prince chose the most correct way. He stood firmly on the spot, staring at the assassin's blurred face in the light of the knife, his legs trembling, his crotch was completely wet, and he screamed desperately stand up!
ah!
Before the sharp screams resounded through the top floor, everyone in the field had already discovered the fact of the assassination, because no one had ever thought that there would be an assassin among the inner guards of the Qing Dynasty Palace, so when the knife was carrying a terrifying aura, When he slashed at His Majesty who was holding a small wine glass by the side of the bar, no one could react, so that the knife broke through the guards' defensive circle.
Fan Xian was the only exception. As soon as he exhaled, he turned his wrist and punched him. This assassin hid too deeply, his attack was too sudden, and the sword light was too strong, so that he didn't dare to hold back the slightest light. The snow mountain at his waist behind him suddenly became bright, and the melting and gushing true energy flowed along him like a big river. He moved his right arm to his fist, and after a few steps of air, he smashed down into the blade light.
This punch was not simple, the wind of the fist had already split the air, and there was a slight buzzing sound, like a muffled thunder, exploding in the light of the knife, blasting the light of the knife like splashing snow into pieces. Smash!
Of course things are not that simple.
Fan Xian felt a tightness in his chest, and was extremely shocked to find that the sword wielder was also a strong player of the ninth rank. But yes, an assassin who dared to assassinate the most powerful monarch in the world did not have the skills of the ninth rank, so how could he have the face to do so. At this time, he had already floated to the third prince's side, flipped his left hand, and the black dagger came out, piercing the assassin's lower abdomen very sinisterly.
The knife in the assassin's hand was only half broken, but the knife became more and more fierce and faster, as if living together and dying together. The guards finally woke up, yelled and came this way, flanking Fan Xian back and forth. Even if this assassin was a ninth-rank expert, there was nothing he could do.
But at this moment, the cloud in the sky directly in front of the Hanging Temple floated away, revealing the sun, the blazing sun.
With a flash of light, the building was filled with miserable whiteness, and then an assassin dressed in white and holding a plain ancient sword appeared—no one knew how this assassin appeared on the top floor, and no one found him. Under the cover of the sun, he has already deceived the emperor.
Chi Chi When the wind broke at two o'clock, the guards beside the two emperors were the first to react and pulled His Majesty back. Just fell to the ground.
A man in white, holding an ancient sword, stabs the emperor's face!
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His Majesty the Emperor, who had previously boasted that he would never retreat in his life, was finally dragged back a few steps by the fearless personal guards in front of this sword that seemed to come from outside the sky.
At this time, the tip of the breathtaking sword was actually a foot away from him, but everyone felt that the tip of the sword seemed to have pierced the emperor's throat.
Everyone knows that the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom doesn't know martial arts, and several guards barged in front of His Majesty with roars. The incident happened suddenly, and they were worried about the safety of the Holy One. These guards chose the most direct method, using human flesh to block the opponent. sword momentum.
Countless blood splattered, but the emperor's eyes were still peaceful, fixedly staring at the white-clothed assassin who had nothing to move forward and was united with sword and man.
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The guards are strong enough, there is Eunuch Hong under the Hanging Temple, and the only two ninth-rank strong men from the Ye Qin family. At this time, as long as they can stop the white-clothed swordsman for an instant, His Majesty's life can be saved.
But who's going to stop it? The guards have already fulfilled their due duties. They know that there are assassins among their colleagues, and they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to survive. In order to save some lives for their families, they have already taken all their desperate skills. Come out, the rest of the matter of shielding the sword for His Majesty should be left to His Majesty's sons...
The series of blows only happened in a very short time. At that time, the wine glass that the third prince dropped from his hands in shock was still spinning on the ground. The shocked eldest prince was about to rush to his father and block the murderous ancient sword for him, but he only had time to step out. After two steps, the heels still haven't touched the ground.
At this time, the black slender dagger that Fan Xian handed out insidiously was still a few inches away from the guard's assassin's lower abdomen, but he could already feel the shocking sword force behind him.
Blood was flying all over the sky, blooming like chrysanthemums all over the mountain, and the dead bodies of the guards were flying across the air. They didn't even want to understand how the white-clothed swordsman could hide above the Hanging Temple. pass.
Everything, like in slow motion, unfolded in front of Fan Xian's eyes in a very detailed and shocking manner.
He could even see clearly from the corner of his eye that the prince was rushing towards His Majesty with a sad face. His loyal and brave appearance was really touching, but it was a pity that His Royal Highness happened to step on the wine glass dropped by his younger brother. Sliding without effort, the whole person was about to fall to the ground in a funny posture.
It was destined by heaven and coincidence that at this time only Fan Xian, who was closest to His Majesty and quickest to respond, came to be this loyal minister and filial son... The hair on the back of Fan Xian's neck stood on end, and the killing intent on the sword behind him was even stronger than before him. This rank-nine assassin is more pure and wild, and within a very short period of time, he aroused the hostility buried deep in his heart. He is confident that in this instant, he can save His Majesty and the people around him at the same time. The third child, but he will definitely be seriously injured by the white-clothed swordsman behind him.
— But he decided to fight, such a good opportunity, the stingy Fan Xian would not miss it, such a strong enemy, the victorious Fan Xian, would not miss it!
But at this moment, to Fan Xian's chills, the assassins finally made their last move.
This time, the other party used the nail that had been buried in the palace guards of the Qing Kingdom for ten years, and at an unknown price, they hired the white-clothed swordsman, desperately trying to damage his coolie management in the Qing Kingdom for more than ten years. , lured Eunuch Hong away, acted at the right time, and created the current extremely wonderful situation—but, that ninth-rank assassin is not a killer move, not even the white-clothed swordsman with a stern sword.
The real killer move came from behind the Qing Emperor!
The handsome little eunuch who had served the chrysanthemum wine earlier stood in front of the emperor when he was forced back a few steps by the swordsman in white. Touching it, like a magic trick, a gray dagger was conjured up, and it stabbed fiercely towards the emperor's back!
The dagger was hidden in the wooden pillar of the Hanging Temple, and the handle end was painted in the same color as the wooden pillar, and over time, no one could find a murder weapon hidden there. How long has it been left here, and no one knows how long the other party has been planning this assassination plan against Emperor Qing.
Just looking at this patience and careful arrangement, one can tell that the other party is determined to win—to murder the king of a country, what is needed most is not strength, but determination and courage.
At this time, in front of Emperor Qing was a long sword full of antiquity, but with a terrifying power, and behind him was an extremely ancient, but extremely slippery dagger, there was no chance of turning around!
Fan Xian knew that he was facing the most dangerous test since his rebirth, even more terrifying than the fight with Begonia on the meadow, but he had no time to sigh, and subconsciously made what he thought was the right choice, and the black dagger came out of his hand , piercing each other's eyes.
He knew that he was not a god, even if Uncle Wu Zhu or the four great masters appeared in his place, it would be impossible for him to repel the assassin in front of him and save the life of the third child, and fight with the white-clothed swordsman If you fight hard, you still have enough time and strength to help His Majesty deal with the little eunuch behind him.
The little eunuch in the palace didn't have much skill, but the extremely old dagger in his hand was the most fatal thing.
So he chose to save the third prince first, and then save His Majesty. Although this choice seemed outrageous in hindsight, in Fan Xian's eyes, the third prince was only eight years old and still a child.
To save people, it is natural to save the young ones first.
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Like a black snake, the black dagger stabbed between the eyebrows of the first assassin. The other party planned this time in great detail. Of course, he knew that Fan Xian's most terrifying method was this black slender dagger. According to legend, it was an ominous object consecrated by the old monster Fei Jie himself. With a flash of the straight knife, he directly slammed the dagger downstairs.
He wanted to see how Fan Tisi, who was praised by the world as both civil and military, could face his own sword when he lost his weapon.
When the dagger just flew out of the railing, Fan Xian had already turned around quickly, showing his back to the assassin, and in the process of turning around, he was twirling in his hair at such a speed that no one could see clearly. With a twist, he took advantage of the momentum and waved back lightly.
A thin embroidery needle pierced into the outer edge of the assassin's little finger impartially, only a tiny bit of it penetrated, and even a drop of blood seemed impossible to come out.
But the assassin let out a muffled grunt, suddenly felt that his energy and blood were not flowing, and swung his knife, cutting off his little finger.
Looking up, Fan Xian was no longer there.
At this time, Fan Xian had already arrived in front of that mighty swordsman in white, standing between him and the emperor. Along with him, of course, were the three soul-stirring black crossbows, which were indistinguishable from the several large canopies. Clear and effective, but mixed together it must be very lewd, poisonous smoke that is enough to kill the guts!
A large cloud of yellow, blue, and white smoke spread out in the wooden building on the top floor of the Hanging Temple. It was really indescribably weird, just like the fireworks that can be seen occasionally in Kyoto.
But the white-clothed swordsman seemed to understand Fan Xian's insidious fighting methods very well. He had already avoided the three crossbow arrows and held his breath. He still struck straight with his sword, piercing thousands of mountains, crossing thousands of rivers, and coming through the smoke. , and rushed towards Fan Xian's face.
At this time, Fan Xian, who had resorted to all means, was standing in front of the emperor. Even if the sword came, it would only hit Fan Xian's body first. It can only go so far. As for the assassinating little eunuch behind His Majesty... Well, please ask Your Majesty to be blessed.
Face to face with a sword!
The domineering zhenqi in Fan Xian's body became extremely violent. At this time, he didn't know whether his mind was directing the zhenqi, or if the zhenqi had already controlled his mind. He only heard him scream, and his palms rushed out, and the zhenqi in his body seemed like It was compressed into two extremely strong rocks, and came out through the arms, facing the cold sword.
The white-clothed swordsman frowned slightly, knowing that if he still went straight with his sword, even if he pierced Fan Xian's chest, he would probably be smashed to pieces by these terrifying palms.
With a snort, the ancient sword swung slightly like an immortal fiddled with a green branch in the world, and pierced into Fan Xian's shoulder!
At this moment, the white-clothed swordsman let go of his sword and faced Fan Xian's palm.
There was a loud bang, the force shook the surroundings, the dust billowed, and the poisonous smoke dissipated. No matter how talented the swordsman in white was, he couldn't compare to the foundation of true qi laid down by Fan Xian when he was a baby. With a click, it is folded.
But what made Fan Xian terrified was that the swordsman in white was able to pull out the ancient sword stuck on his shoulder when he was shocked by him! What a speed, what a trick!
If he missed a hit, he retreated immediately, which is the style of a first-class assassin. The swordsman in white put his toes on the edge of the railing, and without looking at Fan Xian, he jumped down the temple. His clothes were blown away by the mountain wind, like It is like a white crane that does not touch the dust.
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At the moment when the white-clothed swordsman fought Fan Xian, two inconspicuous sounds resounded from the field.
The ninth-rank assassin who made Fan Xian feel a little embarrassed, his face was blood red, his shoulders and shoulders were shattered, blood was flowing, and there was a trace of unwillingness and despair in his eyes. Blood, by the time the body touched the floor, it was already completely dead.
Behind the assassin, Eunuch Hong, who had been stooping all the time, still had his hands in his sleeves, as if he hadn't made a move.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of the assassin's best move, turned around abruptly, and saw a scene that shocked him, and he would still remember it many years later.
The little eunuch who was holding a dagger and intending to stab him passed out on the floor, with sawdust all around his head.
And the target of his assassination, His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom, was holding a wooden tray with half a wine glass in his hand. This was the only weapon that His Majesty could grab in the chaos. He looked at the little eunuch at his feet and said coldly: "Although I am not Ye Liuyun, I am not someone like you who can kill me!"
Indeed, although Emperor Qing didn't practice the so-called martial arts, he was still a brave man who would immediately fight the world. In ordinary fights, he still had a few tricks.
Fan Xian, who was still in shock, looked at the image of the emperor holding half a wooden plate, but for some reason he remembered the movie about Young and Dangerous he watched in his previous life... What a trick!
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There was a burst of screams and curses from under the Hanging Temple. It must be that the white-clothed swordsman had escaped. It seems that the nobles of the Qing Kingdom were really courageous and hot-tempered. up.
There was another exclamation and muffled groan, which came upstairs from far away.
This is not the time to show meritorious deeds and punish him. Fan Xian stretched out his head to look at the fence, and saw on the ground, Jingdu defender Ye Zhong was standing with his lips covered. With his eyesight, he could clearly see that the other party was vomiting blood. When the white-clothed swordsmen fought, they fought hard.
Ye Zhong is a rare ninth-rank powerhouse in the capital of Qing Kingdom. Since he vomited blood under the sneak attack, the white-clothed swordsman was naturally injured more seriously. The white-clothed swordsman has a slightly sluggish figure.
"It is said that Si Gu Jian has a younger brother who left home since he was a child, and no one knows where he is." His Majesty the Emperor stood behind Fan Xian and said coldly, "Fan Xian, catch him for me, look Aren't the two of them brothers equally idiots!"
The Emperor Qing, who had always been extremely calm, finally became angry after encountering a series of dangers.
Fan Xian knew that it was not his turn to say anything at this time. Since Eunuch Hong had already gone upstairs, it was not his turn to care about the emperor's safety. Although his shoulder was still bleeding, his men had already jumped out of the railing. , like a black bird, rushed downstairs quickly.
There was another exclamation downstairs.
"Watching a play!" Fan Xian's face was icy cold. Since the emperor had spoken, he had nothing to do.
A moment after he passed by, Ye Zhong, who was caught off guard by himself, finally finished adjusting his breath. With a dark face, he flew towards the direction where the white-clothed swordsman was escaping. Gong Dian is his younger brother, if he can't catch that assassin today, I'm afraid the whole Ye family will be unlucky, even if he jumps into the river, he won't be able to cleanse himself. , and captured alive!
Immediately afterwards, the lightness kung fu master among the guards also turned into countless arrows and rushed towards the mountains and fields.
The foot of the mountain was surrounded by forbidden troops, and on the top of the mountain, there were two rank-9 powerhouses, Fan Xian and Ye Zhong, leading a group of red-eyed big internal guards to chase them down. I don't know if the white-clothed assassin can still escape.