However, it was said that in the process of attacking the messenger, Master Tu had sensed a huge killing machine from behind him, and the sneak attacker was actually an eight-rank master.

But Master Tu had no time to think about it, and now it was very clear that the goal of the envoy, or the target of the mastermind behind the scenes, was the king!

Master Tu came first, ignoring the danger behind him, and killed the envoy of the Tho State with one blow.

Without stopping, Master Tu's body suddenly twisted and turned around, facing the eight-rank killer from behind him, and in the process, he moved a little sideways, and he was less than a foot away from the king's case. At the same time, he crossed his sword to his chest......

Poof!

As soon as he had time to make this move, the eight-rank swordsman had already arrived, and the sword followed the person, and the tip of the sword came first.

Precise, ruthless blow!

At the moment when a thin sword no more than two fingers wide pierced his heart deeply, Lord Tu had an epiphany in his heart.

The seven-rank envoy turned out to be a bait, and at the expense of himself, he created the conditions for the later eight-rank swordsman.

Eight products against eight products, a frontal battle, Lord Tu may not have the power to fight.

"The King...... Guilty ...... Cleared ......"

Before he was out of breath, in the process of falling to the ground, Master Tu turned his head with difficulty and looked at the king who was less than a foot away.

All this happened too quickly, from the sneak attack of the king by the sword dancer, to the sudden attack and killing of the messenger by Lord Tu from the position of the case, to the eight-rank swordsman of the Tho State Mission also shooting the case, and then to the fact that Lord Tu was killed and fell to the ground, the whole process was only between two or three breaths.

"King!"

At this time, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military came to their senses from the extreme shock, and almost at the same time they shouted, and they got up, and they were about to rush to the murderer who killed Master Tu, and protect the king with their flesh and blood.

Boom!

Change and regeneration.

The palace wall on the right side of the main hall was knocked open by the sound, and the palace guards in armor and swords quickly poured in from the hole.

A full twelve seventh-rank swordsmen!

In the next moment, twelve swordsmen rushed towards the eight-rank swordsman who had killed Master Tu.

The guards arrived in time, and twelve seventh-rank swordsmen surrounded and killed an eight-rank swordsman, and the civil and military people in the audience were in a little calm.

"Master Murong, all the guards around this hall have been cleared!"

However, the plot turns again.

But after seeing the twelve swordsmen leaning up, the first one bowed his hand and reported aloud to the eight-rank swordsman.

As soon as this remark came out, the hall was shocked.

The palace guards guarding the surroundings of the Ruixiang Hall have all been killed? These twelve swordsmen actually pretended to be guards, not to escort them, but to assassinate the king?

Also, this Murong Gongzi is...... The youngest eight-rank master in the Enlightened Kingdom, Murong Bingyun?

"Death to the thief!"

When Murong Gongzi heard that the guards outside the palace were all removed, his face did not change, and suddenly pointed his sword at the king, and his body swept up, attacking the king directly.

At the same time, the twelve swordsmen moved in unison and slaughtered the king together.

"King!"

The room exclaimed.

But it was said that Du Xuan in the audience had already been shocked by the series of changes in the lobby, what kind of force was there to be such a big deal?

He didn't have the slightest affection for his cheap old man, it was this old man who had his head in the water, and on the night of his birth, he believed in the bullshit theory of the birth of the catastrophic star, and personally ordered himself to be killed.

But right now, above this hall, the figure master with the highest swordsmanship has been killed, and no one can stop the combined attack of an eighth-rank swordsman and twelve seventh-rank swordsmen.

Seeing the cheap Lao Tzu sent to death, it seems that he can't do it, his own body, and the general merits of this Lao Tzu.

Moved by his thoughts, Du Xuan's brain roared again, and a huge amount of information suddenly appeared in his mind, and those patterns that looked like ancient Shu Tuyu loomed. As I have done several times before, at every important juncture, there will always be such an inexplicable change. In an instant, everything was back to normal, his brain was clear, and the figures of the swordsmen who attacked the king seemed to slow down a lot.

Du Xuan subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, and above the hall, he was the only one who openly entered the hall with a sword, even though it was only an ugly wooden sword.

"Don't panic, little boy. ”

Suddenly, with a whisper, Du Xuan was shocked again, it was the voice of the ugly-faced grandfather!

The sound came from underground, half a foot away from the front of the king's case.

How could the ugly-faced grandfather appear here? Du Xuan was surprised and delighted.

However, it was said that when Murong Gongzi took the lead in sending a killing blow to the king, he was only one zhang away from the king. At this distance, thirteen swordsmen like thirteen arrows from the string can be killed in just one breath.

Boom!

In just one breath of the killer's attack, the ground in front of the king's case slammed, and then a dark hole appeared, and at the same time, a figure flew away.

It's Grandpa Ugly Face!

The next moment, the ugly-faced grandfather held the sword in his hand, turned into a shadow, and met the torrent of thirteen rapid shots.

Poof! poof......

Fast!

It was so fast that no one could see the attack of the warring sides, only to see the phantom of the ugly-faced grandfather instantly drowned out by the torrent, and then there was a series of muffled sounds of sharp swords piercing into the flesh and blood.

In the next moment, the phantom and torrent disappeared in an instant, and twelve swordsmen fell in the battle area.

There were only two of them, still standing on the spot.

It's the ugly-faced grandfather and Murong Gongzi!

Quiet!

The house is quiet, and the fallen leaves can be heard.

The ugly-faced grandfather and Murong Gongzi faced each other with swords, staring at each other without saying a word.

The two of them looked shocked, as if they couldn't believe that the other party's combat power was so strong.

Silent, the two just looked at it.

There was only the king in the room, still with a flat face, as if nothing had happened, and at the end, he raised the wine bottle and drank it to the fullest.

The ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, the diplomatic missions of various countries, and a group of musicians and singers were all shocked by a series of changes, and they stood on the spot and did not know what to do.

Half a sound, but when I saw Murong Gongzi's neck, a red spot appeared

It's blood. The blood spots are more and more and denser.

Poof!

Finally blood gushed out.

Thump!

Murong Gongzi fell on his back until he was out of breath, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Above the lobby, the tense and oppressive atmosphere instantly relaxed.

The strongest opponent has been killed, and the crisis is finally in danger.

Poof!

However, the next moment, there was another muffled sound, and dark red blood spurted out of the ugly-faced grandfather's chest, instantly soaking through the gray robe on his chest.

Thump!

The ugly-faced grandfather also fell to the ground, and like Murong Gongzi, he didn't say a word from beginning to end. His face, which was as ugly as a rag with a collapsed nose, was serene and relieved, and a few white hairs were still so disorganized and crooked on the finger-sized sarcoma on his forehead.

said that Du Xuan saw his ugly-faced grandfather fall to the ground, and his heart was in pain, but he desperately suppressed the urge to shout and rush forward. He firmly remembered Grandpa Uglyface's previous warning, and he must not let people know that he had crossed paths with Grandpa Uglyface.

Boom!

But at this time, things change again!