The hand broke too quickly, and I didn't have time to react......

Although Zhao Kuo is a grandmaster martial artist, after all, he is old, his qi and blood are declining, and his reaction power cannot keep up.

The black shadow was like black thunder, and it tore off Zhao Kuo's hand in an instant......

Blood was splashed in the air, and Zhao Kuo's face was pale.

This scene was unexpected by everyone.

The old eunuch moved instantly, and the dust was thrown up, as if to burst the air.

And the grandmaster martial artist who originally protected Zhao Kuo also burst out of blood and stopped the old eunuch.

In the garden, fighting broke out.

Qi and blood run through the air, and the dust collides with the sword.

The old eunuch is worthy of being the number one master in the Imperial City, and he actually overwhelmed the two grandmasters.

Zhao Kuo's face was pale, holding his empty arm, his eyes were bloodshot.

He turned his head, but saw Yu Wenxiu laughing madly......

At his waist, a long, black serpentine creature clings to him.

The creature is a black snake, with a circle of coral-like gill scales around its neck, but four claws on its abdomen, wrapped around Yu Wenxiu, and the claws are on Yu Wenxiu's waist and shoulders.

Is that...... Dragon?!

Zhao Kuo's pupils shrank and he took a deep breath.

The black dragon haunts the Son of Heaven.

Zhao Kuo took a step back, he stared at the black dragon, only to find that there was a touch of excitement in the black dragon's eyes......

Yu Wenxiu looked at Zhao Kuo's bleeding broken arm, revealing a comfortable appearance.

He's too depressed.

As the Son of Heaven, he was toyed with and applauded by the ministers.

The courtiers bribed the commanders of the garrison in the imperial city, and even wantonly mobilized military horses, but he had no way.

Even the edict of the Son of Heaven was stolen.

He has no dignity at all.

Outside the imperial capital.

The wind and rain are shaking, and the armies of North County and West County are eyeing each other.

Internally, a ** rebel courtier, but with the fear that the world will not be chaotic, all kinds of twists and turns, all kinds of impeachment, and even all kinds of disobedience to the will of the Son of Heaven.

The national teacher Kong Xiu did not come out of the door, and Yu Wenxiu did not blame.

Even, he had to thank that if it weren't for the national teacher not coming out, Yu Wenxiu wouldn't have been able to recognize the darkness and sin of the court at all.

The black Jiao was wrapped around Yu Wenxiu's body, the aura was surging and entangled, and the blue water in the pool was churning.

Heijiao is a spiritual creature, and it has a mutually influencing relationship with Yuwenxiu.

Yu Wenxiu's temperament will affect Hei Jiao to a large extent, and of course, Hei Jiao will also affect Yu Wenxiu.

"Old dog, do you see clearly?"

"This is the real dragon ......"

Yu Wenxiu pointed to the black Jiao wrapped around his body, looked at Zhao Kuo, and smiled wildly.

Zhao Kuo's forehead was covered with sweat, and he retreated slightly, gasping for breath.

"Lu Ping'an is right, in this world, strength is the last word...... You are afraid of Confucius, not because Confucius is a son of Confucianism, but he is a great Confucian in the world. ”

"You are afraid of the overlord because the overlord has the ...... of world-beating force"

"If any of you don't dare to bully, dare to bully me!"

Yu Wenxiu took it one step at a time, his voice was hoarse, he had suppressed it for too long, he needed to explode.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face, making his face red as if dripping blood, and the hideous and crazy appearance made Zhao Kuo's heart tremble slightly.

This is not the weak and polite Yu Wenxiu in his impression!

"If I am like Lu Ping'an, I have the strength of a cultivator who overwhelms the world, which of you dares to bully me?!"

"A bunch of bullying the soft and afraid of the hard!"

Yu Wenxiu roared.

He pointed at Zhao Kuo suddenly, and his fingers were trembling.

"Kill!"

"Kill me!"

"If I am unkind in this world, then I will be a tyrant for a lifetime!"

The black Jiao wrapped around Yu Wenxiu's body, his eyes rolled, and greedily sucked a wisp of yin breath on Yu Wenxiu's body.

Then, he opened his mouth and bared his fangs, like black lightning shooting out again.

Zhao Kuo was like a frightened bird, and quickly retreated.

burst into his mouth: "The guards of the imperial city have been mastered by the old man, and eight thousand elite soldiers are besieging and killing the Beiluo Iron Cavalry!"

"Your Majesty...... You have no hope!"

When the black Jiao attacked, Zhao Kuo turned around and wanted to escape, however, the black Jiao did not avoid it and bit him on the shoulder.

Zhao Kuo let out a painful howl.

"Protect me, protect me!"

The faces of the two grandmaster martial artists changed slightly, avoided the old eunuch, and rushed towards Zhao Kuo.

A grandmaster martial artist burst out with qi and blood, his mouth was screaming, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the black Jiao by seven inches.

Hei Jiao let go of Zhao Kuo's shoulder, and the gill scales that wrapped around his neck suddenly widened, and roared towards the martial artist.

There was a strange power surging faintly in Jiao's pupils.

The warrior who rushed was stunned, and his eyes showed a little confusion.

The next moment......

Blood splatters.

This warrior was thrown to the ground by the black Jiao and bitten for a while......

The flesh and blood of the warriors are constantly devoured by the black Jiao.

Zhao Kuo was covered in blood and trembling.

"The Son of Heaven has no way! Raise monsters! The world will be in chaos, chaos!"

Zhao Kuo roared.

Yu Wenxiu took it one step at a time, and he had a delicate sword pinned to his waist.

He smiled and walked towards Zhao Kuo.

"I have no way to ......"

"Then there is no way!"

Yu Wenxiu raised the sword in his hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy surged, suddenly swept over.

A head rose to the sky, blood splattered all over the imperial robe.

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

In Lu Fan's pupils, the lines beat.

A gentle breeze blows his sideburns and white-shirted hunting.

Ni Yu scooped a spoonful of warm wine, pulled the silk thread of the condensed wine, and poured it into the bronze wine glass.

The lines in Lu Fan's eyes dissipated.

sighed.

The pictures in the imperial capital are all in his view, and the changes in Heijiao don't know if they are good or bad.

Lu Pan created the Eight Dragons Cultivation Method through the [Mission], and the black dragon was inherited, and the specific path he could get out of actually depended on his creation.

However, Lu Fan didn't care too much, if the black dragon really ran too far, it really couldn't work......

Rebuild is.

......

Teijing Long Street.

Rich blood, stacked corpses......

Swords were scattered all over the ground, and shields were cracked and scattered.

The rich blood is constantly flowing and converging into a depression.

Five hundred against eight thousand, it was a battle of disparity to the point of despair.

However, the result of the battle was completely unexpected by everyone, and the five hundred iron horsemen of Beiluo stood in place, looking at the frenzy and the blood of the watch.

The battle was almost one-sided crushing.

Nie Changqing was holding a pig-killing knife, and Yukong broke two thousand armor with one sword.

Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure was released, the white skirt was staggering, the lotus step was light, and where he passed, the armor knelt down, the cicada wings and sword swept, and the corpses were horizontal.

Yi Yue's long whip was sprinkled, sweeping out the shadow of the whip in the sky, and the soldiers who smoked howled miserably.

Cultivators are also unilaterally abusing and killing ordinary soldiers, even trained warriors.

The green-shirted Confucian who rode the horse turned pale, and this one-sided torture made him a little trance.

On the Wolong Ridge, the overlord has one hundred enemies and five thousand, and the blood of the killing is like a river, and the prestige is great.

However, after all, he didn't see it with his own eyes, and only regarded it as a rumor.

And now......

The Confucian students in green shirts saw with their own eyes the horror and power of the cultivators.

He finally understood why Xiangye attached so much importance to Du Tao.

The six servants carried the sedan chair, and Du Tao, who was sitting on it, turned pale.

It's too strong...... It's so strong that people are desperate.

This is a true cultivator, much stronger than his half bucket of water!

"Siege and kill! Siege and kill! Close quarters siege! Consume their aura! Consume their strength!"

Du Tao sat restlessly and roared on the sedan chair.

The only way he could think of was to use the tactics of the sea of people to consume the aura of Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing and others.

Once the aura is consumed, it is equivalent to an ordinary martial artist, and it can be killed!

However......

The sunset is tilted, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The depressing shadow of the knife continued to rage, and a pig-killing knife flew over, breaking two thousand and two thousand.

Eight thousand elite soldiers, fewer and fewer......

Many elite warriors have already lost their courage by this purgatory-like picture on earth, they threw away their armor, turned around and fled.

On the long street, it gradually became empty.

No matter how the green-shirted Confucian students scolded, these elite warriors still fled.

The defeat of the army is like a mountain, and it is beyond the power of man to stop it.

The heart of the green-shirted Confucian was trembling, and the eight thousand elite soldiers were actually killed by the two......

Practitioners, this is practitioners!

Bai Yujing's cultivator!

The green-shirted Confucian turned his head to look at Du Tao.

"Mr. Du, please...... Now, you are the only one who wants ......"

"If I don't stop Beiluo Tieqi, Xiangye's plan will go wrong!"

The green-shirted Confucian looked red and said.

Du Tao was on the sedan chair, and he had already lost his master.

"Stop it!"

"What did Lao Tzu stop?"

Du Tao roared, his eyes were full of fear, he rolled over, jumped off the sedan chair, and fled backwards.

Rushing into the flow of soldiers, like a swimming fish.

The Confucian students in green shirts were shocked by Du Tao's vulgar lateness, and were furious.

However, the next moment, a pig-killing knife was cut down in the air, and the illusory knife shadow, like a heavenly knife, exploded on the blue brick ground of the long street.

The green-shirted Confucian was swept by a knife, his eyes blurred with blood, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Du Tao was shocked and hurriedly continued to escape.

However, he felt something in his heart, and suddenly stopped, but saw Nie Changqing holding the pig-killing knife, taking a breath, and the aura in his body was empty.

Du Tao is overjoyed!

Sure enough, a practitioner's aura is limited!

Here's his chance!

However, Du Tao was overjoyed for only three seconds, but saw Nie Changqing pinching a sugar-coated sugar pill and stuffing it into his mouth......

Then, on Nie Changqing, who was originally depleted of aura, wisps of aura rose to the sky.

Du Tao's face froze.

He suddenly understood how ridiculous the so-called crowd tactics were!

Bai Yujing's practitioner......

Can't afford to mess with.

He turned to flee, but ...... Slow.

The footsteps were silent, and the oppression formed by the vibration of the aura suddenly fell on Du Tao's body.

Du Tao's legs trembled and he lay directly on the ground.

"It's you...... Provoking Bai Yujing?"

Ning Zhao in a white skirt Sheng Xue, looked at Du Tao who was kneeling on the ground, and said lightly.

Du Tao's face was full of horror, he raised his head and wanted to ask for mercy.

However......

The cicada's winged sword swept by, like a wisp of snowflakes drifting by.

Du Tao's words came to an abrupt end.

Thick blood permeated the long street.

Luo Cheng's hand on the knife was trembling, looking at the picture in front of him, unforgettable.

Three of them retreated 8,000 soldiers.

Under the remnant sun, the three people in white and Shengxue stood in the sea of corpses and blood......

Like a proud snow lotus, it is inherited and independent.

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