The sword light pierced into the boy's chest, and the terrifying power on the sword immediately began to destroy the boy's flesh and meridians. Even because the speed of the sword was too fast, when it pierced into the boy's chest, it was already in the boy's chest. There is a wound that penetrates from front to back through the body.
However, the boy did not die.
His movements didn't even change in any way.
In Zhongshuhou's perception, the flesh and blood in the boy's body were also filled with countless tombstones.
Then the boy's hand fell down.
A large black tombstone appeared in the boy's hand.
This tombstone hit the head of Hou Zhongshu, and it also hit the dwarf behind Zhongshu Hou who was about to draw his sword to the extreme.
There was a bang.
Zhong Shuhou and the dwarf seemed to be shot head-on by a black mountain.
The ground under the two of them completely exploded, and it sank several feet down, and then exploded out like a wave in the next instant.
Hou Zhongshu and the dwarf spurted blood from their mouths, their bodies half sunk in the ground, plowing back like a plow.
The dwarf was behind the Marquis of Zhongshu, but his cultivation level was much lower than that of Marquis of Zhongshu, so when his body plowed back, he was already dead. His body couldn't bear more strength, and in the next moment, it exploded from the inside out, turning into a cloud of shattered blood mist.
All the practitioners who could see the scene in the imperial garden were shocked to the extreme, even Emperor Yan couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.
No one knew the origin of this dwarf. At this moment, no one even saw his face clearly, but everyone knew that he was a terrifying swordsman and a grand master of the seventh realm.
This grand master, who didn't even realize how he came to many of the seven-level practitioners present, was directly killed by this young man.
The most shocking thing is that the open wound on the boy's chest is still there... The sword of this great master is enough to kill any powerful practitioner, even Yuan Wu can't bear such a sword And survived.
However, the young man was still standing still.
Zhong Shuhou's body backed up a few feet, passed through the blood mist formed by the dwarf's body, and then stopped.
There were continuous explosion sounds in his body, and streams of air pierced out of his body like sharp swords.
"What kind of exercise is this?"
He himself knew that he was about to die, and his strong unwillingness made him raise his head with difficulty, looked at the wound on the boy's chest, and said, "How could you not die?"
The young man with black hair reaching the ground looked at the dying hero, shook his head, and said, "No one can survive death, it's just that there are some skills that live towards death."
"Living to die?"
Zhong Shuhou looked at the young man, his body trembled, as if he had figured out the meaning of this sentence, but in the next moment, he lowered his head and died.
Emperor Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence.
He looked at the young man who came with Montenegro with a stern expression, thinking about everything the other party had abandoned, and unconsciously felt great awe in his heart.
Then he raised his head and looked at a palace in the palace.
That temple is where the rebel army is located.
Zhongshuhou is dead, and the rebel army has no leader, but it does not mean that there are no new leaders in the rebel army.
In front of the temple, there are three black iron towers that are almost as high as the temple.
These three tower-shaped talisman vessels are engraved with simple runes on the surface, and each of them has more than a dozen lotus-like seats.
Sitting cross-legged above these seats are practitioners of the six realms.
The true essence in their bodies poured into the talisman continuously.
There was a constant roar in the huge tower, as if magma was hitting it, and the tip of the tower gradually lit up, as if something terrible was about to gushes out from the top of the tower.
In front of the three pagodas stood several cultivators, the leader of whom was wearing a bronze-colored armor. His extremely stern face contained countless complex emotions at the moment.
He is the Marshal Yu Qi of the Dayan Dynasty.
Many powerful practitioners at the border can quietly appear here and carry out such a rebellion because of him assisting the Marquis Zhongshu.
Now that Hou Zhongshu died in battle, he naturally became the new leader of the rebel army.
Yu Qi was one of Emperor Yan's most important generals, commanding three of the seven frontier armies of Dayan. No one knew why he betrayed Emperor Yan.
However, with the stimulation of the three Tongtian Towers at this time, everyone knew that he could not stop.
Everyone knew that he would rather die in battle than try to kill Emperor Yan before the surrounding troops arrived to support him.
At this moment, he suddenly looked up.
The sky turned black.
This is a terrifying talisman, which not only distorts the sunlight above Yanhuang Palace at this time, but also cuts off the vitality of heaven and earth gathered by the three powerful talisman vessels.
A severe chill welled up in Yu Qi's heart.
He felt killing intent coming from behind him.
The moment he turned around, he only heard a few shouts from his subordinates.
A man in a black shirt appeared among several generals of the Yan Army's frontier army behind the three talisman vessels.
With an indescribable aura, this man walked gently among those practitioners.
The several practitioners were behind him, curled up like crumpled paper balls, and fell down to death with a terrifying sound of bone cracking.
Like Marquis Zhongshu, Yu Qi was not an ordinary cultivator, so at this moment, he understood that the man in black was from Changling.
Sensing the blackness that came from the sky but covered everything, like the heaviest night, he also understood why the black mountain could quietly come to the palace.
The old dignitaries of Changling, Qi Dynasty, Montenegro...
Many messy fragments flashed through Yu Qi's mind, but a certain thought became very clear. He looked at the man in black and smiled wryly, "It turns out that Yan Qi has already stood side by side."
The man in black is not as tall as him, but looking at him at the moment, it is naturally condescending, and he responded to Yu Qi lightly, "If Yuan Wu hadn't reached the eighth realm and met in Lushan, Yuan Wu would have already Dead, Zheng Xiu... maybe dead too."
Yu Qi was silent for a moment, then looked at the man in black and said, "I don't think so much as you."
"For personal grievances, that's fine. It's just that you don't think big enough and don't look far enough, so you won't succeed." The man in black looked at him and said seriously.
Yu Qi was silent for another moment, and said, "You are right."
"I don't want to kill you."
The man in black looked at him and said slowly: "Since you have no chance of success, you don't need to make unnecessary sacrifices. Even if you are going to die, you don't need to bring many people, including the entire Dayan Dynasty, to die with you."
Yu Qi thought for a while, but before he could make a sound, the man in black went on to say: "No matter what grievances you have with Emperor Yan, your grievances are only part of Zheng Xiu's whole plan. Since it will definitely fail, You don't need to drag a lot of subordinates who are loyal to you, including many of their family members, brothers, to die with you. I can let you live, you don't live for yourself, but for these people, for the Dayan Dynasty. "
Yu Qi smiled bitterly, and then said seriously, "What you said is very reasonable, I can't refuse."
After saying this, he issued several military orders.
The man in black bowed to thank him, and then made way for the frontier commander to leave with some of his loyal subordinates.
The darkness of the sky is still there.
The darkness in the imperial garden is still there.
One day at a time, the contrast makes people shudder.
A man in a yellow shirt was holding an umbrella and standing in the streets and alleys of Yandu. Looking at the darkness in the palace, his hands trembling slightly while holding the umbrella.
A yellow leaf fell from the locust tree behind him, and was pulverized by the trembling zhenqi on his body.
…
In the palace of Changling, yellow leaves fall like rain.
A man in a yellow robe walked through the stone path, and very respectfully handed a document to the maid outside the Queen Zheng Xiu's study.
In Changling, the yellow robe does not mean the royal family, but the queen's family, which means Jiaodong County.
The queen read the document handed in by the maid, and there was a strange emotion on her perfect and cold face.
This emotion seems to be emotion, and it seems to be anger.
Or just a momentary absence, memory.
Only she herself knows what it is.
Since Yuan Wu came to the throne and the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed in her hands, she gradually felt that everything was under her control, even without that person, everything would be as she wanted.
She seems to be omnipotent like a god who has truly received her destiny.
However, since the beginning of the Minshan Sword Society, she seems to have been losing.
The more she failed, the shadow that person left in her heart became thicker and wider, as if it wanted to occupy her entire body.
She threw the document into the brazier in front of her, then slowly got up, walked out of the study, walked to the back of the study, and walked deeper into the palace.
Deeper in the palace, there is a special torture room.