The middle-aged guest continued to move forward with a calm tone, "Don't delay any more time, let this seat see the real means of the four paws of the imperial palace."
With blood all over his body and a ferocious expression on his face, the two old four paws looked at each other, knowing that today was the deadline.
"Since Mr. Zhou looks down on it, of course our family is not good, let Mr. down."
"Although the tactic of the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra is practiced by incomplete people, we feel that it has some merits, so please ask Mr. Zhou for advice!"
With a scream, the python robes on the two old four claws came to life at the same time, like a big mouth, swallowing the two old four claws at once.
In the sound of chewing, along with the torn and broken flesh, the two old four claws were eaten cleanly, so the python on the python robe really came to life, and its body fell heavily on the ground, raising its head and vomiting. His tongue kept hissing, and his eyes stared at the middle-aged guest with ferocity.
The cultivation method of the Silkworm Sutra is like silkworms eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. It is the clothes worn by the old four-claw body. After completing the cultivation, it is a great achievement in the practice, and he jumped up and became the respected old four claw in the imperial palace.
But in the same way, he also digs the way to death for himself.
Once he is desperate with others, he will give up himself, use his blood essence and soul as feed, wake up the dragon on his robe, and exert his supreme power.
Of course, this method is a one-off. After using it, the old four claws died, and the soul was scattered, and he did not enter the cycle of reincarnation.
That's why they just talked about exposing the corpse in the wilderness, and only talking about getting it, the chance to reincarnate in the next life. In fact, after they die, there is no body left at all, and of course there is no possibility of re-entering reincarnation.
The middle-aged guest Mr. Zhou frowned, not because he couldn't bear it, just thinking about such a cruel practice, and only the imperial palace in charge of a country's luck would dare to practice unscrupulously, without worrying about the evil obstacles.
He made his move today, and he was naturally prepared, not to mention the Silkworm Sutra in the Xihuang Emperor's Palace, which is not a secret thing at all. Looking at the two roaring dragon pythons looking up to the sky, the middle-aged guest turned his hand down and covered it, like a mighty lotus leaf covering the entire world.
It is said that there are no eggs under the overturned nest, the whole world is suppressed, and it is impossible to escape here. The two evil dragon pythons roared sternly, and their huge bodies rolled and slapped frantically, but the ground and space were extremely stable, and there was no trace of breaking. It seems that there is an invisible force that suppresses everything in the world, so they are also sealed together.
A piece of gold and jade characters appeared on the surface of the huge body of the evil Jiao. The scales and armor of the pressure were shattered, the flesh and blood were torn apart, and Nie Mang's body was extremely powerful, and then became bloody and bloody.
In the eyes of the middle-aged guest, there is a bit of regret and reluctance, but now that I am not waiting, he has no time to hesitate.
Snapped-
With a soft sound, a jade plaque hanging from his waist was directly shattered.
At the same time, the golden and jade characters on the surface of Nie Jiao's body shone brightly, the branding entered into the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood boiled in black mist, and a shrill howl emanated from it.
In the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra, it is a man-made suit, like silkworms eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. But the silkworm eats mulberry leaves, and what does the old four-clawed claw eat in the palace? This is the real origin of the word "brutal".
The two elders in the two palaces, at the cost of their own death, summoned the two evil dragons, which are now on the verge of death, and no matter how much struggle, they will not be able to escape the desperate situation. It's not that they are not strong, but the middle-aged Mr. Zhou, who is one of the most terrifying few in this imperial capital.
Huihuilou was able to move him lightly. First, the guests paid enough money, and secondly, they had a wide range of connections to actually find Mr. Zhou's residence and reach an agreement with him.
If you want to come to the emperor's palace, you will be surprised and even a little disappointed about this. After all, at the beginning, he also thought about recruiting this middle-aged guest and adding another weight to Xihuang.
Born in the Central Wilderness Shenzhou, although he is an abandoned person, his aptitude and potential, the Great Emperor of the Western Wilderness, who is in the palm of the country's fortune, can naturally be seen clearly.
A middle-aged guest is an existence qualified to impact the imperial realm!
All this, the middle-aged guest in the night, is naturally clear. But he didn't regret it. What he did today, the woman on the sick bed, was the crux of his "love" and the person he had to save.
Taking a step forward, he seemed to shrink into an inch, and his figure appeared outside the carriage. The middle-aged guest looked calm, with no guilt or killing intent, so he pointed forward.
"Protect the General!"
Wang Datou, who was standing in front of the carriage, waited for the soldiers at the edge of the mine, who had long been stunned by the slaughter in front of them, all of them pale and trembling. But when the middle-aged passenger flew over, he shouted and pulled out the scabbard, and jumped out without hesitation.
To say that I am not afraid, it must be false, but now that my mind is blank, I have no time to turn my thoughts, and I will react instinctively.
Our general, of course, can't die here!
As for whether it can be blocked or not, it can be useful to rush forward... Dawangtou didn't have time to think about it, anyway, we frontier soldiers are all cheap, and they will die if they die.
In fact, it's really useless, because Wang Datou's frontier troops, although they are not afraid of death, are shocked and fly out before they can rush up. Vomiting blood, it turned into a rolling gourd. It was possible to be embarrassed, but it was not really fatal.
Although the middle-aged guest has left his hometown and become a delinquent person who has been driven out, he still abides by the precepts of a gentleman and does not want to kill.
Of course, if he wants to kill someone, then it's another matter... As the saying goes, a gentleman has what he says, what he does not do... It just depends on his mood.
These words must be bastards, but it was the mantra that the little uncle of that year often used to talk about. Because of this, the elders of the academy had a lot of headaches, but there was nothing to do with him.
After all, Uncle Junior is the strongest person in the academy. This is his teacher, who personally admitted it back then.
If today, the little uncle is here, what kind of scene will it be? I am afraid, there is no rush to kill at all, but waiting for the imperial palace to respond, and even force out the imperial realm sitting in the imperial capital, and have a good fight to see if he can cut through the city with the sword in his hand. .
The middle-aged guest's eyes were slightly bright, and he immediately showed a hint of disappointment. He was afraid that he would not have the chance in this life to see the little uncle out of the sword again.
Shaking his head, restraining the thoughts that suddenly diverged, since he can't compare with the little uncle, then the murder should be done as soon as possible.
As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged guest's eyes became more and more condensed, and when he touched his finger, there was light at this moment.
Sharp-edged, fingertips like swords!
Before the carriage, there was no obstacle other than the driver at this time.
Before the fingers fell, the terrifying coercion was like a river rolling backwards, crashing on the mind, wanting to shatter the soul into pieces.
The driver's face was even paler, and his eyes were full of fear, but at this moment, he suddenly disappeared. His eyes were serious, and he pointed a finger, the long whip in his hand was broken inch by inch, and there was a sword hidden in the bamboo handle.
When the sword was lifted, it seemed to provoke a river, the rolling sword intent was like a stormy sea, and the sword erupted heartily.
The middle-aged guest frowned slightly, and his eyes showed surprise. He didn't seem to think that the inconspicuous driver in front of him was actually a peerless swordsman.
But as soon as he pointed his hand, the sword had been drawn out of its sheath, and there was no room to turn it around. So one finger went faster, like lightning, and collided with the tip of the sword.
The middle-aged guest's brows were even tighter, and he was wearing a wide robe, which suddenly swelled up, as if a lot of gas had been poured into it. His figure fluttered backwards, and his long sleeves were elegant and calm, like a fairy passing by at night, and he was really good.
Quietly landed, the middle-aged passenger looked at the coachman, or more precisely, at the short sword in his hand. It is short because this sword is indeed not long, but the sword intent contained in it is so long that it is almost impossible to count.
Simply put, starting from here, falling there... It's longer than the sky!
"The name of this sword?"
The driver's face was even paler, like a clean top-grade rice paper, but his breathing was still long and relaxed, "The sword is named Changhe, which is based on a certain ancient river, refined with supreme supernatural powers, and passed on to me. It's a bit humiliating. got it."
The middle-aged guest nodded, agreeing with this sentence, the driver's realm is extremely high, and he is the world's first-class peerless sword cultivator, but if you count the sword in his hand, it is indeed somewhat unworthy.
It's not that he is weak, it's that this sword is too strong, especially after it was placed in the Xihuang Emperor's Palace, tempered by the country's fortune, and cultivated for many years, it has been washed away and it has been exposed.
It has been silent in the world for thousands of years, but if a sword strikes today, it means that the sword energy is long-term, and it can split the sky! Since it can split even the sky, how can it be unable to split people? After all, no matter how strong the middle-aged guest Mr. Zhou is, he would not dare to compare with the sky.
"If you are strong enough, with this sword, I am already dead."
The middle-aged guest turned around and left, his body suddenly swayed, and countless wounds were suddenly opened all over his body, and blood spurted out like a spring, dyeing his wide-sleeved robe red.
Powerful aura, if the sun rises in the east, the fog will be scattered everywhere, and it will disappear in a blink of an eye.
There was a hint of admiration in the driver's eyes, holding his sword and handing over his hands, "I won today because I have a sword in my hand... Mr. Zhou, go well."
rumbling—
The ground trembled, like the waves crashing on the shore, the guards in the imperial palace were rushing over. The middle-aged guest who walked to the distance, covered in blood in a robe, turned around and left, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to leave.
The two old four-claws, the evil Jiaojiao that they fed their bodies, are now dead, and their bodies are in pieces, leaving only a mess.
There was blood in the air.
Wang Datou, who was shaken and flew out, vomited blood and was injured but not dead, waited for the army at the side of the mine, struggled to get up, and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
Probably did not expect that the middle-aged guest, who has been invincible and unreasonable since his appearance, was actually cut to such a situation with a single sword. Or, it is because of complicated hearts, unable to figure out why these scumbags are still alive at this time.
The driver took a deep breath, coughed lightly, and a little blood spattered. Using the sword just now, he lost a lot of money, and even his kendo cultivation base was shaken a bit.
If you want to recover, you are afraid that you will have to retreat for a long time and spend a lot of money. He turned around and tapped the carriage, "Master Hou, the assassin is dead, you can go to court in peace."
In the carriage, Qin Yu stared at the door, his expression was solemn, and he could not see the slightest ease. In the palm of the hand, the white jade that was originally cool has now become hot, like a red-burning stone.
There was nothing in front of him, but he seemed to see it, a pair of cold eyes on his respectful face.
There was silence in the carriage, and the driver frowned slightly, not knowing where the flaws were revealed, but since it has been discovered, let's take action.
The next moment, the door of the car shattered, and there was no such thing as the surging waves before, and there was no supreme momentum to cut through the sky.
The short sword Changhe broke through the door and went straight to the top of Qin Yu's head.
It turns out that the driver is the last pawn today.
The reason why he just killed the middle-aged guest who was in full swing was because he knew very well that although Mr. Zhou was strong, no one could kill Qin Yu today. Because, he was wearing the seal of Xihuang Zhongwu Hou, and in this seal, the power of incense had been quietly introduced.
Therefore, the coachman cut off the sword just now, cut off the vitality of the middle-aged guest, and paid a huge price, but also let the short sword grow, in this sword, the blessing of the Western Wilderness National Fortune was exhausted, and he was able to restore his true appearance. Able to display the true power of the river.
A sword fall can break the incense!
On Qin Yu's body, the Zhongwuhou Yinxin he was wearing shattered with a bang, and the power of incense was intangible and qualitative, and turned into a bubble.
But now, under normal circumstances, even a half-emperor shot can resist a momentary bubble, but in front of a short sword and a long river, it is really fragile like a bubble.
The sword shattered as soon as it fell, and the blade of the sword fell to Qin Yu's head without a moment's pause. With the sharpness of the sword, even the ruler could be killed in an instant.
Ding-
There was a soft sound, as if the blade touched an iron stone, and the sword-wielding driver suddenly widened his eyes, showing shock.
The force of the anti-shock was like a turbulent wave, and it continued to follow his arm and slammed into his chest and abdomen.
The hand holding the sword had long since turned into bones, and all the flesh and blood had been shattered, shattered, and then turned into blood mist. He rolled and flew out, took out a talisman, and shredded the figure for a moment.
As for the short sword, it was broken into countless pieces and fell in front of Qin Yu.
It's just that the broken sword is not sharp, but becomes soft, like a puddle of water, wrapped in a few broken pieces, and gradually merged with each other.
The sound of killing was shocking, and it came from afar, not accompanied by exclamations, and the sound of heavy falling to the ground after the heavy object was knocked into the air.
Qin Yu frowned, standing on the broken carriage, the two high-class horses pulling the carriage, when the middle-aged passenger and the coachman struck the sword, they were already shaken into two pools of meat mud.
The imperial palace was surrounded by guards, and the middle-aged guest who had just left was forced back again.
After the robe was soaked, it fell to the ground, leaving a series of bloody footprints wherever it went.
But the middle-aged guest still did not fall, even if it became a broken leather bag leaking everywhere, he still shot the imperial guards who rushed up, and his life and death were unknown.
Suddenly, the middle-aged guest sighed and looked up at Qin Yu. His eyes were tired and dim, but he didn't have the slightest fear or unwillingness.
"Marquis Zhongwu, this seat is about to die, but I promised others that I would go back to see her and exchange this piece of jade. Can you let me leave?"
He held up a piece of ink jade, the whole body was dark, almost soaked in blood, but not stained at all.
Qin Yu glanced at the man and nodded, "Okay."
The imperial guards hesitated slightly.
Qin Yu said indifferently: "I will bear the consequences of this matter." The guard stepped back, the middle-aged guest glanced at Qin Yu, smiled and turned to leave.
Watching him shed blood all the way, all the way away, Qin Yu's eyes showed a trace of complexity.
This person should be the strongest practitioner who Qin Yu has seen with his own eyes and is destined to die.
Not entering the imperial realm, but the distance from that level, I am afraid that the gap is limited. Such a character, actually willing to be driven, will die in the darkness of today.
Taking a breath and calming down, Qin Yu jumped out of the carriage and walked on the blood trail.