The seventh prince was in mid-air, and the hundreds of red threads in the chief steward's sleeves had broken through the air. He had nowhere to hide.
No matter how clumsy he is and how strong his inner strength is, before this embroidery strength that can penetrate steel into iron, he is destined to have only one result, that is, his legs will be pierced by the embroidery needle, and then he will fall to the ground, kneel, prostrate, and wail.
The chief steward thought so, and so did the three hundred guards.
Xia Ji, who was in extreme motion, also responded. His left hand suddenly stood in front of his chest in a one-handed salute. This action made his whole body suddenly seem to be still.
It was obvious that he was coming very fast, but his whole person was suddenly in a state of extreme silence.
Between the extreme movement and silence, a mysterious magic power was brewing, which was incomprehensible and impossible to look away from.
But at this moment, his body "expanded" in a circle, and black Buddha's light spurted out from his tens of thousands of pores, constructing a layer of King Ming's Dharma three feet above his body.
His face is filled with anger, and he carries fierce fire on his back. He holds a sword of light in his right hand and a black silk cord in his left hand. The sword cuts off three thousand worries and imprisons three thousand demons. He is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is invulnerable to water and fire.
This is the body of Fudo Myoyo.
The red thread embroidery came through the air, causing the sound of cracking silk in a short space. Then, all the bits of cold light poured into Xia Ji's legs.
But all the cold light just touched the Dharma form three feet away. It was like hitting the hardest material in the world, making a series of "ding-ding-ding-ding" crisp sounds.
The embroidery needles fell one after another and were all broken.
This result shocked the general manager. The Sunflower Book was invincible, but what was the appearance of the great black Buddha of His Majesty the Seventh Prince? How could it be possible to defend against the embroidery power of the Sunflower Collection
Xia Ji's speed did not slow down. After a thought, King Ming's sword had already slashed down towards the chief manager's face.
Although the chief manager was stunned for a moment, he was still a close servant of the emperor, and had helped the emperor to block countless assassinations. At this moment, when he saw the bright sword falling, a great terror before death suddenly appeared in his heart, and this great terror actually made him The potential is stimulated, and the reaction speed of the whole person is several times faster.
He moved back suddenly, and with the ghostly speed of the Sunflower Book, he pulled out an afterimage and moved it a foot away.
The sword slashed the afterimage.
The afterimage shattered.
The Great Light Sword passed by the Grand Controller's face, breaking through his aura, leaving a shallow trail of blood from his forehead to the tip of his nose.
Obviously, the chief steward is much more powerful than Eunuch Mei.
Xia Ji just landed, and he suddenly grasped thirty-three rosary beads in his left hand. The rosary beads coincided with the dark silk rope. He closed his eyes, thought about it, and moved his heart and hands according to his heart.
Then he introduced the rosary.
The rosary beads overlapped with King Ming's left hand technique, showing two clear and frozen shadows in mid-air.
Then the beads disappeared, the silk cord disappeared,
A fine golden highlight appeared on the palm of Xia Ji's left hand.
This bright spot keeps getting bigger at a speed that the human visual nerve can just detect.
From one point to the size of a fingernail,
Then to the size of a palm,
Electricity spreads out in circles,
Until it turned into a rapidly growing and rotating golden swastika!
The chief manager had already seen the golden swastika flying towards him. He wanted to avoid it, but his body could not keep up with his thoughts because it was all happening too fast. He could see it but could not react. He could only watch in fear. The golden swastika filled his eyes until he could no longer see the imperial city or any other object in his eyes.
Bang!
The swastika hit the chief steward, and the golden light instantly penetrated into his body.
The Grand Steward stayed where he was.
Wait until everything clears.
The Grand Steward has knelt down, and his skin is bound by a layer of golden light. Every time he struggles, the golden light will stimulate and the restraint will become tighter.
Xia Ji came through the snow and walked towards the chief manager.
Snapped.
The emperor's servant finally lost his balance and was bound by this invisible force. He fell in front of Xia Ji, his face fell to the ground, and blood flowed out.
From a distance, Eunuch Mei was stunned. He thought that the Grand Manager might not be a match for His Highness the Seventh Prince, but he never thought that he would be caught after just one move.
Although the Chief Steward did not use his full strength, did the Seventh Highnesses use their full strength
The guards in front of the city gate couldn't believe it. Is this really the seventh prince who has been imprisoned in the Sutra Pavilion for more than two years
Such a domineering posture...
Xia Ji walked up to the chief steward, looked down at the attendant, and suddenly raised his boots.
Snapped.
One foot has already stepped on the head of the chief steward.
There was a vicious look in the eyes of the chief manager, and he still wanted to struggle, but every struggle could only make the golden light bind a little tighter, and even strangled his meridians, making him feel as if his martial arts had been abolished. .
Xia Ji said: "I ask a question, you answer."
The chief manager snorted coldly. He was considered careless, because he did not expect that the Seventh Prince was so powerful, nor did he expect that he could be caught in a single encounter by practicing the Sunflower Book. At this time, he screamed: "Xiu People who are Buddhists are compassionate. You have been reciting Buddhist scriptures for two years and your methods are so cruel. Aren't you afraid of polluting your mind?"
Click.
Moved by a thought.
The golden light under the Grand Manager's legs suddenly shrank. Although the bones of the legs had been beaten like steel, they still collapsed under the restraint of the golden light.
Severe pain struck suddenly, and even the chief manager couldn't help but howl, "Ah, ah, ah!!!"
Xia Ji didn't have any mercy in his heart. If he had mercy, it would be handing the dagger to his opponent. That would be the kindness of a woman. He stayed in the Sutra Pavilion for two years, just like Sun Houhou who was suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. for two years.
After all, Sun Houhou still has someone to lead him to the Western Heavens to achieve righteousness, but what about himself? He was also led by someone, but he was led to death.
If he hadn't been able to lift this "mountain", then he would have died in vain and been used by the royal family from beginning to end.
Xia Ji didn't explain either.
He just said lightly: "No more nonsense, then it's your hands. If your legs are broken, you can still embroider vigorously in a wheelchair, but if your hands are broken, then you will really become a worthless waste." Yes, isn’t it, Chief Steward?”
The chief steward was covered in sweat, his whole body was trembling, and his face was pale.
Xia Ji continued: "If you understand, just nod. If you don't understand, just curse twice."
Listening to this calm voice, the Chief Supervisor felt a chill rise in his heart. He gasped for air and nodded hurriedly.
"Tiger Talisman, where is the Seal of Power?"
"Right in my arms."
Xia Ji bent down and fumbled a little before taking out a complete metal tiger talisman and a jade seal wrapped in red silk.
He put it into his arms casually, and then showed a gentle smile: "Very good, you see, the trust between us has been established, right?"
This gentleness made the surrounding atmosphere feel more relaxed.
Xia Ji suddenly asked: "How did my mother die?"
The chief steward was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the seventh prince to ask this, and he was about to speak.
However, Xia Ji interrupted him directly: "Don't say anything like being assassinated to death, otherwise you will lose your hands."
The General Manager's mouth was open, but he couldn't speak anymore, because he was originally planning to say that he was assassinated, and even the story about the assassination was seamless and could withstand anyone's verification.
Seeing his silence, Xia Ji suddenly asked: "Did Concubine Wan kill him?"
The chief manager shook his head subconsciously.
Xia Ji's voice paused, then he smiled gently and said, "Did the emperor kill that?"
The chief steward was stunned.