Zhao Yuan flicked his wrist at this time, took out the soft sword hidden in his belt, and used a set of Yueyang Mo Family's "Vine Piercing Song" swordsmanship to protect his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This set of swordsmanship uses small forces between the wrists, which are meticulous and complex. Zhao Yuan held the sword, up and down, left and right, picking, stabbing, blocking, hooking, and while attacking, he pulled out countless sword flowers to protect his body.

How could the little things that attacked him have extremely dexterous postures, and they are erratic, even if the sword flowers are like snow, it is difficult to hurt them in the slightest.

At this time, the queen, who was also on the high platform, was already shocked, and she screamed: "Protect the emperor and catch the assassin!" ”

Although Concubine Chen and Concubine Min were both dumbfounded, it was obvious that Concubine Min's fear was even greater, because she was already shaking like chaff and couldn't help herself.

Seeing that one hundred and ten Ouchi guards were carrying the bright and flickering Eight Feather Swallow Wing Knife, they were outflanked. The head of the insect sect was pale, and it was difficult to hide his panic, so he didn't dare to entangle with Zhao Yuan anymore, and fled under the high platform, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

How could it be that the guards of Hanyang Palace were all well-trained, and when an accident occurred on the high platform, these guards in the courtyard had consciously split into two in a moment.

A team rushed to the high platform to protect the emperor and concubines, and a team dispersed to maintain order in the courtyard. In this way, it was necessary to avoid a fight and stampede, and to prevent the guests from having an Assassin's accomplices and taking the opportunity to cause trouble again.

The insect sect leader ran down the high platform, and when he saw that all the guests in the audience were under the care of the guards, they did not flee in panic as he wished, and his heart was even more annoyed.

He took out a few small yellow pills from his waist that exuded a strong pungent smell, aimed them at the large black clay pot placed in the middle of the courtyard, and threw them over.

Strange to say, this big black clay pot looked shiny and very hard, but the small yellow pill was not bounced off or smashed when it hit it, but was sucked in silently, as if it had been swallowed by an invisible mouth.

After the small pill entered, the big black clay pot began to shake, and with a "bang", it turned into countless round black balls like large cherries, which split and scattered all over the ground.

Then eight jagged legs stretched out from under the black balls, and the small, hairy head poked out - it turned out that the black clay pot was made up of countless venomous black widow spiders.

This kind of black widow spider only grows in the strange Lingyun Peak Dry Heart Cliff, they have lived in the mountains for a long time, and their bodies are highly poisonous. He has a tyrannical and fierce temperament, and usually does not eat small things such as grass, insects and birds, but only likes to eat rabbits, antelopes, and even bobcats.

The black widow spider has spikes in its mouth filled with venom, and once it finds its prey, it slowly approaches. Find the right opportunity, and as soon as you stab down, the prey loses consciousness. At this time, they beckon their companions to climb on the prey and suck its juice.

When sharing their food, the spiders eat an astonishing amount of food, sucking it with all their might, and never sleeping, until the prey is sucked into a dried corpse, and then they are satisfied, and hide in the crevices and valley floors, waiting for the next unlucky egg to appear.

Although the black widow spider is poisonous and disgusting, they also have a weakness, that is, they are most afraid of salt. As soon as they encounter the salt of the white flowers, they will immediately roll over and fall to the ground, and they will not wake up and go into hibernation.

To end this dormancy, it takes a little sulfur to wake up the dormant black widow spider immediately, and when it wakes up, the spider is hungry and begins to kill.

The insect sect leader must be well aware of this habit of the black widow spider, so he kept a large number of these spiders in captivity, and when they grew to a certain size, they were hypnotized with salt to make black clay pots, so that they could easily escape the investigation and bring them into the courtyard.

What little sanity the guests in the courtyard had had been shattered by the terrifying Black Widow Spider that had scattered out in all directions. People could no longer sit comfortably in their seats, and began to pull, cry, crowd, push and run out of the stands towards the door.

Yunyang stood under the mandala flower tree not far from the door, his eyes fixed on the figure of Zhao Yuanteng jumping up and down on the high platform, and his hands were anxiously pulling the placket of his clothes.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of desperate screams, and she turned her head to see the guests rushing down from the stands rushing towards her.

Looking around, there was no other place to hide, so Yunyang had to hold the mandala flower tree beside him with both hands, just hoping that he would not be trampled by the crowd who were fleeing frantically.

Just as Yunyang lowered his head and was about to take the blow, he saw a flash of silver light in front of him, a tin staff was already horizontal in front of him, and the tall figure of Jingchen jumped over neatly, blocking her behind.

Yunyang looked up and saw that Jingchen was wearing a dark twisted gold robe, and it also exuded a cold smell of incense. Only then did she realize that Jingchen was now the presiding officer of Chongshan Temple, the royal temple of Qi State, and her status was noble, so she was naturally the object of invitation to this grand event.

Before he could think about it, the crowd of people running had already rushed to him. The impact of this flow of people exceeded expectations, and people rushed forward desperately in fear, bursting out with amazing force, and even the pure dust was almost brought down.

He settled his mind, gritted his teeth, sank his dantian, and used eighty percent of his internal force to push the tin staff forward. Yunyang hid behind him, and felt a gust of wind rise from the flat ground, and quickly buried his face in the robe of the pure dust.

With its strong internal force, the tin rod of pure dust was sent forward, and it had already shaken the crowd more than a foot away. A fan-shaped open space had appeared where he and Yunyang were standing.

Several people who were close to Jingchen were shocked to the ground, spurting blood, and unable to get up. In a moment, he was trampled under his skirt and robe by the people who came up from behind, and disappeared.

Although the pressure here was temporarily relieved, Jingchen saw that another wave of people was coming behind him, and he knew that standing under the tree was not the way to go. He resolutely turned around and picked up Yunyang, jumped up on tiptoe, and jumped onto the mandala flower tree.

He chose a place where the branches were stable and put Yunyang on it. Before he let go, Yunyang had already begun to push him out, and his words were already choked: "Leave me alone, hurry, go and save the emperor!" ”

Jingchen frowned, ignoring her emotions, but quickly untied her clothes and tied her to the mandala flower tree. After doing this, he turned around and jumped down the tree, running towards the high platform without looking back.

Yunyang looked down and saw the crowd under the tree surging like a tide. The people cried and screamed, and rushed over the mandala tree, shaking it to tremble.

The mandala flowers on the tree were shaken messily, and the bright red petals fell down one by one, like bloody tears being crushed by the frantic crowd under the tree.