The general of the tiger head scythe did not seem to have expected such an outcome. After he slashed Xiangru, he stood dumbfounded, and then quickly retreated, holding his sword and looking at Lian Po, refusing to relax at all. Qu Yuan also looked solemn, glanced at the lord in sunglasses, and said, "The king retreats!" The man in sunglasses also wanted to leave, but he was reluctant to give up the general with the tiger's head and sickle: "Come back, let's go first!"

The general nodded, and seemed to agree with the lord's statement, but before he could act, Lian Po was already holding a long knife, and he shifted ten meters in an instant! The general barely raised his sickle to counteract, and when he pushed Lian Po away, he found that the armor on his shoulder had been cut by Lian Po's blade.

"What the hell!" the general roared and rushed up, but it was also fierce, but there was no tiger power. I looked at his body as if it was ink, whether it was skin or armor, only the pair of bright eyes, diffused with white light.

"Drink—"

Lian Po roared wildly, turned into a black shadow, dodged the sickle left and right, moved like a rabbit, and could play the tiger. The Tiger Head Scythe General, who has always been on top of speed, has lost all his advantages. Lian Po grabbed the gap between his three consecutive hooks and slashed back to the knife, leaned over and kicked the ground, and in the process of rushing forward, in order to keep the blade from shaking, he actually bit the middle of the handle on the basis of both hands! In this way, the blade of the knife did not shake at all, and Lian Po's strength to pull out mountains and rivers could be poured out at one time to pull out teeth for the tiger.

"Lin Xiangru!"

Wrapped in all his thoughts, plus the regrets of 2,000 years ago and the regrets of today, what else could Lian Po do but pour out his anger? He and Lin Xiangru met more than 2,000 years ago. He clearly remembered that Lin Xiangru was brought to the king as a scholar and promised the king that he would go to the Qin state and bring back the jade bi, and that the king of Qin would not be in trouble. At that time, he still thought, can such a person deal with the tiger and wolf King Qin? But just as he had already sent the jade back, he actually played with the overlord empty-handed, and he really persuaded the King of Qin, moreover, on the most magnificent palace in Xianyang.

Contradictions and conflicts began when he was ranked as the top secretary and was on the right side of his integrity. Even if you have a lot of credit, what qualifications do you have to stand before me? Lian Po remembered saying to the guests, and even to the courtiers:

I am a general of Zhao, and I have the great merit of attacking the city and field battles, and Lin Xiangru is working with his tongue in vain, and he is above me. And like a slut, I am ashamed and refuse to do it.

He also arrogantly declared:

If I see the same, I will be dishonored.

Sure enough, he bowed his head, saying that he was not in the same line as me, and when he went out to see my car, he would avoid me. Lian Po was very proud, but soon he heard that Lin Xiangru's guests disliked him for being weak and asked to leave in order to force Xiangru. Unexpectedly, Xiangru just retreated for the sake of the country, and retreated for the sake of "the reason why Qin did not dare to add troops to Zhao, and the two of us were in vain". It turns out that people who really care about the country and can accommodate the world are similar!

What about me? Am I just a villain who competes for favor and glory, cares about the rank of a dynasty, and cares about his birth? He still remembers how embarrassed he was when he heard the similar words, and how unbearable his face was in front of the guests who reported it. He finally knew that the one he was proud of was himself. He was wrong.

A bundle of newly chopped wattles is as light as dust and heavy as Mount Tai for a military general who has been on the battlefield for a long time. The light is the pain of the flesh and skin, and the heavy is the face and his usual pride. The princes of the world praised him for his courage and bravery, and he was the general of the country, even the King of Qin in Xianyang was not counted among them.

The guests who were introduced have already entered, and after a while, Xiangru will come out. If you want to laugh, just laugh. I deserve to be punished for my mistakes. When he came out, he did smile when he saw him, but he laughed so much that there was no banter or mockery. He pulled him up, and he didn't say anything, just passing his temperature between the palms of his hands. Lian Po remembered his back, and suddenly it was no longer painful, but a warm current rose and melted away his cold eyes······

Pawn and joy are friends of the neck.

The memories of his previous life, Lian Po went back here. He clenched the hilt of his knife like a lion grazing his teeth against a wildebeest's throat. So ruthless, so dead, so resolute. He noticed the change in his body, the black skin, it was really ugly, but no matter how ugly it was, could it be as dazzling as the black smoke of annihilation?

The wind blew through Lianpo, and Qu Yuan's new round of river water also impacted Lianpo. Lian Po's momentum for this step will soon run out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the flowerbeds full of vibrant shrubs and flowers. Summer, what a beautiful season. The sky was so blue, as far as the eye could see, and the clouds were hanging high, lazily swaying in the wind. The sun shone down, just piercing through the black smoke, like ten million needles, piercing his skin. But this light is hateful, but this light breaks through the last shadow of the likeness.

But this light, I can see it all the time, but when I want to grab a little, I can't get a bit!

Lian Po bit the hilt of the knife, his teeth had collapsed, and blood gushed from his mouth, but the blood was also jet black, the color of despair.

It seems that he has only reunited with him, only such a short time together, how can he warm the heart and body of either of them? This moment of kung fu is also used to learn to use a gel pen and look at the world for Xinjun. So much so that in the end, Lian Po was able to arrogantly ask him if he was really afraid of himself? Of course, he already knew the answer.

The Tiger Head Scythe General was still burning with his humble yin energy, blooming with a ridiculous light. Don't you know that what I hate most is light?

I stood behind me, and the sound was like my mother tearing up her old clothes, and it was so neat and smack that it became two good rags. Half of the scythe, which connected the blade and the hilt, flew into the sky, and the other half was held in the general's hand. This knife directly shattered his soul core and the veins around him, as well as all his bones, all his muscles, all his organs, the head of the sickle was still in the air, and as soon as it didn't fall, the generals on the ground had already disintegrated and dissipated, how could any soul blood be black once it touched the ground······ Before the man in sunglasses could take off his sunglasses to see the last side of his general, he had already escaped into the air, and was broken by the light, and the light was like a broken photo.

"Ahh

Lian Po looked up to the sky and roared, venting his anger at the sky. As if this extraordinary general was still not enough for him to cut, he wanted to cut the sky! The runes around Lian Po's body shone violently, revealing a white jade-like light, secretly passing through the Yin River, absorbing his Yin Qi at all times, and then giving birth to soul fire. His soul fire, which is also a black flame, is deeper than any general in this world, and it is difficult to grasp. I wanted to call him, but the saliva rolled in my throat three times, and finally I swallowed it, and I didn't dare to say it. Tan Bo and Sun Yiqun arrived one after another, and a group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Tan Bo asked me if I was dealing with the monster that was all black, and I said no, it was Lian Po.

Mahon also came. As soon as he saw the situation, he immediately ran to my side and apologized to me while wiping his sweat with his handkerchief.

"It's too busy, it's too busy. It's me who is wrong, I am wrong, I shouldn't be greedy for that money, I should have rushed over directly, I was wrong. Mahon slapped himself and almost knelt down. Unceremoniously, I punched him in the face and broke the bridge of his nose, then lifted my foot and stomped on his shoulder, knocking him to his knees. I pointed to Lian Po, who was like a demonic beast, and said, it was you who didn't come, and it was you who didn't come to make him like this, and you showed me a good look. Mahon was like a deflated ball, his breath flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth with blood. His big back was also broken and messed up.

Sun Yiqun broke up a few junior investigators, walked up to me, and asked, "That man wearing sunglasses, it seems that he is a full-time assassin, do you want me to detain him?"

"What can you convict him of?"

"Murder, of course, is a capital offense. He said, "The association has the power to try those who commit crimes with martial spirits." In general, murder pays for life. Since he was hired to kill you, he must be well-known in the industry, so he will naturally be able to track down all his cases. ”

"Good. He only has one Qu Yuan Martial Soul left now, you take him away and hand over Qu Yuan's Martial Soul to me. ”

"This ······" Sun Yiqun's face was embarrassed, and he looked sideways at the junior investigators who were holding people in sunglasses, meaning that he couldn't make the decision himself.

"Lian Po!" I yelled.

"Quite clear. Lian Po smiled weirdly at me, and immediately turned into a black meteor and shot out, and his hand fell with a knife, cutting off the head of Qu Yuan's martial spirit. This can be regarded as purifying him, allowing him to return to the intoxicating water of the Miluo River, and let him protect his innocence.

Things have happened, and Sun Yiqun has nothing to do. When I left, he patted me on the shoulder, and his attitude was very gentle, but the meaning remained the same: "This time I see that you are the victim, let you go." You'd better be careful and don't get involved in this kind of thing again. I think it might be safer for me to bring you back to the association. ”

"Sun Yiqun, take this Ma Hong away, he is an illegal soul merchant, he resells martial souls, and he can be convicted casually. Freeze all his assets, confiscate all his martial souls, and credit you for this!" I kicked the dog away and walked straight to Lian Po.

The tall general, who was now calm, looked down at me to the side, his eyes full of grievances. He cried like a child, loudly, howling and falling on my shoulder. I put my arms around his neck and told him that I was still there, at least I was still with you, and that I was your lord.

"I want to open the gates of all the cities for you, my lord," he said, "I want you to become the Martial Emperor, let you bury this era of martial spirits, and let all Lin Xiangru and Lian Po go back to the earth!

I took a deep breath and opened the General's Mansion.