The wind and snow are getting thicker, the temperature is dropping suddenly, the wind and snow in front of the Xuanwu Gate are charming, and the cold north wind is whining, like a cry.

Lin Wan'er hugged the general's increasingly cold body, her eyes were red from crying, some people could not have died, but they chose to die, he could have gone down in history and admired by future generations, but he chose a path that would never turn back, this kind of sadness is more regrettable and regrettable than the death itself.

She is not a person with feelings, she will not make the choice of a general, her world is very small, and she still stays in two different but very identical small courtyards in Shanzhou and Shangjing.

The boxy courtyard wall encloses the boxy sky, which is the heaven and earth he guards.

But today, she looked at the general in her arms and cried extremely sadly, and made an oath in her heart that she must let the general be buried in peace, which is the only thing she can do.

Li Mubai stood in front of him, sweet potato stood firmly in front of her, Kobayashi Koichi also stood in front of her, and Sakata Gintoki sighed and appeared in front of her.

And standing at the forefront was Zhao Jianchen, facing the ten dead soldiers.

The ten dead men have no name and no surname, they are the martial arts wizards selected by the previous generation of the Sword Pavilion Lord, and they are named ten people according to the "A, B, C, Ding, Wu Ji Geng Xin Ren Loss", and it is a very special existence above the Shushan Sword Pavilion, not bound by the rules, and it is precisely for this reason that after the previous generation of the Pavilion Lord Immortal Rangers dissolved, no one suppressed it, and the ten dead soldiers will brave the world's disapproval to go down the mountain into Beijing.

The armor with most of his face cut off stepped forward, and his hand was cut off by the sword, which was left by the general of the Chengqian Palace: "You are Zhao Jianchen, the current Sword Pavilion Master?" ”

Zhao Jianchen is cynical on weekdays. Today's face was extremely serious: "It's Zhao Jianchen." ”

A looked at Zhao Jianchen from top to bottom and nodded: "Yes, cultivation is the peak." The way of the sword is unique, and it is much better than the way of the two boys who worship the two boys who have eaten the sword that the predecessors chewed step by step, and after I leave the Sword Pavilion, it is also a blessing for the Sword Pavilion to have you and the kid holding the Xuanyuan Sword. ”

"Thank you seniors for your compliments, but the actions of your predecessors back then violated the way of heaven, and they have been removed from the Sword Pavilion, and we will see you today. Zhao Jianchen wanted to replace the Sword Pavilion for the Heavenly Dao, but the injustice left by the Sword Pavilion in the world, let the Sword Pavilion continue to cultivate the Sword Dao of the World. Zhao Jianchen said lightly. The quaint sword was in his hands, and a dragon's groan sounded.

"For the heavens? It is just a matter of becoming a king and defeating a king, if the major events of the year can be accomplished, Shushan will not only be able to absorb the unprecedented luck. Thousands of years. And it can become the state religion, dominate the leader, be crowned purple and yellow, and become the purple-clothed imperial secretary. It's a pity that this old man of Xiahou appeared in the Chengqian Palace, and he broke my big things, the cycle of heavenly reason, and today's revenge was avenged, fortunately, very quickly. According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion. The winner of the challenge pavilion master is the new pavilion master, and he will kill you today. We're waiting to take control of the Sword Pavilion from now on. A raised his hand to break the sword, and the index and middle fingers of the other hand tapped the sword, and a dull thunder rang out.

The two rushed opposite each other, rolling up the wind and snow all over the ground, fighting each other in close quarters, the sound of collision continued, and the wind and snow drowned the two figures.

In the wind and snow, Zhao Shuo's figure became more and more hazy, he quietly analyzed the current form, after the death of the general, the Zhenbei Army is no longer a burden on the imperial court, he has the ability to recruit the Zhenbei Army, and he is also confident that he can take the Zhenbei Army for his own use in the shortest possible time, and become an army with only him, the future emperor, in his eyes.

Maybe the right zhang royal court will be ready to move, but with the general's mind, there must be a back hand, as long as the right zhang royal court will not appear on the bank of Weishui again, the Great Wei Kingdom will be safe and sound.

Xiliang is a big trouble for Da Wei, but he knows that Xu Xiao, who is dedicated to tinkering with the small vegetable garden in Xiliang, has no regrets in his heart, and he has no idea of competing for the world, as for Xu Yunfeng, who is hereditary, although he is aggressive, he is not a person who aspires to compete for the world, not to mention that there is that child above the city-Baoyu.

Zhao Shuo suddenly smiled meaningfully, the people of all dynasties fought for the throne, and they did not hesitate to kill each other, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and the people he saw didn't seem to care about the throne, lest they avoid it, and no one could stop him from ascending the throne.

However, there is one more thing that needs to be addressed......

Zhao Shuo's hands were behind his back, his body was abruptly high, the light was shining in front of the city gate, his figure was fleeting, and Zhao Shuo's figure appeared in front of the gray-clothed old man in the next moment.

The old man in gray felt the inexplicable danger, and stomped his feet, he didn't want to die at such a moment after living for a long time, his body dodged and hidden, and the next moment the old man in gray gradually appeared, and his heart palpitated in front of the city gate.

The next moment, the gray-clothed old man trembled, and he couldn't see Zhao Shuo's figure anywhere he looked, but one hand was already pressed on his back.

The space collapsed in an instant, one of Zhao Shuo's hands was like a magnet, frantically absorbing the breath of the gray-clothed old man, the wind and snow formed a huge whirlpool, the whirlpool was in Zhao Shuo's hand, and the gray-clothed old man, who was already hazy and invisible, was even more blurred.

The old man in gray roared again and again, mobilizing his whole body to escape, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the gray-clothed old man formed a fist with both hands, and slammed the hammer on his chest, and the golden-colored giant appeared, stepping out, his feet were deeply sunk, and he gradually broke away from Zhao Shuo's hands.

The remaining nine of the Ten Dead nodded to each other, and suddenly set off collectively, and Han Zhong and the Sword Idiot Boy also swept over to the Ten Dead Soldiers, taking the place of A's identity.

Han Zhong and the sword-idiot boy learned from the ten dead soldiers, so the general only said that sentence after fighting with the two: "You don't deserve to die, your master deserves to die." That's the meaning.

A sky net crisscrossed looming, overwhelmingly pressing, isolating the space, covering Zhao Shuo and the old man in gray in it, under the sky net, everything is inevitable, so when the sky net is withdrawn, only one of Zhao Shuo and the old man in gray can come out.

There were lightning and thunder in the skynet, and there were gusts of wind and thunder, and after the **** tearing of the sky and the earth, it gradually calmed down.

The sky net gradually faded, the wind and snow fell, Zhao Shuo's figure was gradually revealed, and at his feet, there was an old man in gray who didn't know life and death, floating to the ground like a fallen leaf.

Zhao Shuo glanced down at the gray-clothed old man, and took a deep breath: "There is only one person in the capital, you have lived for a long time, and you should be dying, and in the future, I will only be the only one in the capital." ”

With his hands spread evenly, there were countless qi luck poured into Zhao Shuo's body in Shangjing City behind Zhao Shuo, which was brilliant and yellow.

Now that the general is dead, I am truly invincible.

(Kavin, Kavin, break through as soon as possible.) (To be continued.) )