Chapter 2: Destroying the Door (2)

Bright red blood spurted into the air, and in an instant, it condensed into a small red ball, which suddenly became square again, and when people looked at it, it returned to a spherical shape.

Huo Tian hadn't come back to his senses yet, the red ball had emitted thousands of red lights, and thousands of red lights were intertwined with each other, forming a big red net. Huo Tian was surprised to find that his body had become stiff and could not move at all.

Zhao Chengfeng rushed like lightning, and the copper cymbals in his hands carried a strong wind, whistling and crashing into Huo Tian.

Huo Tian could only watch as the cymbals slammed into his chest.

With a loud "bang", Huo Tian's body was knocked into the air, and then fell like a kite breaking the string.

The red ball suddenly disappeared, and the red light in the sky suddenly faded.

Zhao Chengfeng slowly fell down, still with a satisfied smile on his face.

This was Zhao Chengfeng's near-death blow, and he knew that even if Huo Tian didn't die, he would no longer have the ability to deal with the Great Zhao Empire.

The black shadow let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "What a powerful Zhao Chengfeng...... Pity...... It's a pity......" he spoke, slowly taking off his black hood, revealing a pale, thin face with a red birthmark the size of a copper coin on his left cheek.

Zhao Chengfeng's eyes, which were slowly closing, suddenly opened, and he actually got up in one go, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the black shadow, and said vaguely: "It turns out ...... It's you ......."

The black shadow sneered: "It's me, maybe you didn't even dream of it." ”

Zhao Chengfeng had just taken a few steps before he fell to the ground......

Zhao Chengfeng is dead!

The black shadow looked up to the sky and sighed, and there was a trace of pity and unbearability in those cold eyes.

Huo Tian was lying on the ground, unconscious.

The black shadow walked over slowly, glanced at the black tiger sword on the ground, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Although you Huo Tian is a superb cultivator, you didn't expect it to be planted in Zhao Chengfeng's hands...... You only know that Zhao Chengfeng lost the Rubik's Cube Ball, but you don't know that his Rubik's Cube magic skills have already reached the peak and have entered the illusion realm...... Ha ha...... Ha ha...... The proud soldiers will be defeated......" he muttered to himself, and suddenly reached out and picked up the Black Tiger Sword on the ground.

The sword light flashed, and Huo Tian's head rolled far away.

The black shadow held the black tiger sword, and in his cold eyes, the fierce light made people shudder: "Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again...... Tonight we will kill them all, and there will be no chickens and dogs. ”

His words were orders, and hundreds of masked swordsmen had rushed into King Zhao's mansion from different directions.

The guards of the Zhao Palace's courtyard were desperately resisting. Shouts, cries, groans, curses, clashing weapons...... It's been a long way out. It wasn't until the second half of the night that all the voices gradually subsided.

The black shadow looked at the corpses all over the ground, and said coldly: "Is there any fish caught in the net?"

A hunchbacked old man ran over with a sneer: "The Zhao family has one hundred and twenty-three people, all of whom have died, and none of them have escaped the net." ”

The black shadow said coldly, "Are you sure?"

The hunchbacked old man hurriedly said: "I am the head of Zhao Wangfu, and I know everything about the grass and trees here...... There can be no mistake. ”

The black shadow sneered and said leisurely, "I may know the Zhao family better than you." I checked just now, and there is still one person in the Zhao family who is not dead. ”

The hunchbacked old manager looked shocked and frightened, and stammered, "Who...... Who ......"

The black shadow said coldly: "You!"

The hunchbacked old man was stunned.

The Black Tiger Sword stabbed silently, impartially, and hit the throat of the hunchbacked old manager.

The hunchbacked old man fell, his eyes still wide, and he didn't believe that the black shadow would kill him.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

There is always a darkest time before dawn.

All the masked swordsmen withdrew.

Only the dark shadow stood alone in the boundless darkness. He sighed and suddenly stepped into the back garden of King Zhao's mansion. The back garden is not large, covering an area of no more than one acre. It was late autumn, and the chrysanthemums in the garden were blooming brightly.

The black shadow suddenly bent down and gently moved a pot of chrysanthemums away.

The pot was removed, revealing a swarthy hole underneath. The entrance to the cave is not large, and it is tight enough for one person to pass through.

The dark shadow hesitated for a moment, and finally jumped in.

As soon as he jumped in, the dark shadow's heart rose to his throat, as he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Suddenly there was a light underneath.

When the shadow fell to the bottom of the cave, he saw a small oil lamp that flickered and dimmed.

Small oil lamps are embedded at the end of the long tunnel.

The tunnel was not wide, but dozens of corpses lay on the ground.

The crimson blood solidified on the cold hard bluestone slab.

The dark shadow sighed. He knew that these were dead soldiers loyal to Zhao Chengfeng. Zhao Chengfeng is dead, and they will never survive. But the question is, these people have been guarding the underground for many years, how can they know what happened in Zhao Wangfu? Could it be that someone has reported the news? Could it be that there are still fish in Zhao Wangfu?

The black shadow carried the black tiger sword and walked past the corpse.

The deep and mysterious tunnel has come to an end. There is no way out.

The corners of the black shadow's mouth suddenly flashed a hint of smugness, and he suddenly raised his hand and tapped lightly on a bluestone slab a few times. The bluestone slab moved suddenly, followed by a harsh grinding sound, and finally with a loud "boom", a wall gradually sank to the ground.

The front suddenly opened up. Dozens of ever-bright lights are as bright as day.

This is an underground temple that covers an area of nearly half an acre, but only one statue of the god is enshrined. The idol is covered by a black veil, and it is difficult to see the appearance, but it gives people a sense of grandeur.

Dozens of bright lights are lit in the temple. A purple mist drifted slowly through the bright lights.

An invisible pressure came down on him like a mountain.

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from the black shadow's forehead, and his body was trembling.

Suddenly there was a baby's cry from behind the idol.

The black shadow's heart trembled, and the hand holding the sword was bruised.

The Zhao family really has a fish that has slipped through the net, and there is more than one.

The baby's cry died down, and the whisper of a woman coaxing the child could be heard behind the idol.

A vicious light burst out of the dark shadow's eyes, and as soon as he raised his hand, two wisps of finger wind shot out. But to his shock, the idol was unscathed, not even a single dust had fallen.

In normal times, even if it is an iron wall, under his finger wind, it will be torn apart.

What's going on?

The dark shadow's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the invisible pressure pressed against him like a mountain again.

Behind the idol, the sound of a woman coaxing a child came intermittently......

The black shadow suddenly roared, and the black tiger sword in his hand swung out with all his might.

In the temple, there was a sudden sigh of softness, the sound was very light and soft, very thin and small, if there was nothing, it seemed to be intermittent and intermittent, unable to distinguish the direction, unable to catch the source.

The black shadow stared at the Black Tiger Sword in his hand in surprise. The Black Tiger Sword in his hand actually broke inch by inch, and in an instant, it turned into flying ash and fell to the ground.

The Black Tiger Sword is the ultimate spiritual weapon of Huo Tian, the hall master of the Holy Demon Temple, and it is a god-like existence in the Shenzhou Continent.

In the Shenzhou Continent, the weapons in the hands of warriors can be divided into weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and artifacts according to their levels. Each level can be divided into four levels: Lower, Intermediate, Superior, and Excellent. The copper cymbals in Zhao Chengfeng's hand are high-level magic weapons. Huo Tian's Black Tiger Sword was actually a perverted spirit weapon. Huo Tianneng was invincible in the Shenzhou Continent, and it also had a lot to do with the top-grade spiritual weapon Black Tiger Sword in his hand.

But now, this invincible existence, the Black Tiger Sword, was destroyed in an instant.

Who is this? Who is this person?

The black shadow didn't have time to think about it, and a powerful air current swept in. The black shadow was completely invisible, and completely inaudible, only felt that the whole person was hollowed out. When he came over, he found himself lying in the wasteland thousands of miles away. The mysterious sigh is still in my ears, "You are guilty...... Go to the wall of Wanren Snow Mountain for ten years...... Otherwise...... Death is near......"

The shadow has bowed to the ground. As if he had found a panacea for life, he wept bitterly and said, "Disciple...... Yes, sir...... The disciple immediately went to ...... ......"He didn't play tricks, he was completely sincere, because he knew that if this mysterious man wanted him to die, he would never live a little longer."

The underground temple of the Zhao Palace.

An old woman with gray hair and a month-old baby in her arms walked out tremblingly.

The woman was wounded, and blood dripped down her left leg and stained the upper of her shoe red. But she didn't care, her mind was all on the child.

A soft sigh suddenly came from the temple: "The Zhao family suffered such a catastrophe, but I can only watch it, I am really ashamed!" After a gentle sigh, the thin purple mist in the temple slowly gathered, and finally turned into a girl, who seemed to be no more than twenty years old.

The old woman knelt down on her knees: "The girl has been kind to the Zhao family, but over the years, the Zhao family has failed the girl's high expectations." The old woman looked at the girl's creamy face with a look of reverence.

A smile tugged at the corner of the girl's mouth, but there was all kinds of pity and helplessness in the smile. She was silent, and after a long time, she said softly: "Zhao Chengfeng is kind-hearted and diligent, I am very satisfied." It's a pity that my catastrophe has arrived, and it is difficult to protect myself. ”

The old woman was already in tears. She knew that the girl had been sealed underground and had already lost her mana. Just now, it was the self-destruction of the Yuan Shen that destroyed the Black Tiger Sword and teleported the Black Shadow Killer thousands of miles away. Self-destruction of the primordial god is a catastrophe. In order to save others, the girl sacrificed herself.

The girl looked at the child in the old woman's arms, and the smile lines at the corners of her mouth evoked a heartbreaking beauty.

The temple became quiet, and even the sound of the child's breathing could be heard clearly.

The girl had a smile on her face, but her thin body suddenly became blurred, and finally disappeared completely.

The old woman was in tears. Behind her, the black veiled idol suddenly toppled and turned to ashes in an instant. In the black dust, there was a red seed shining. The old woman carefully picked it up and put it in her most intimate pocket. There are too many secrets here, but she can't say it, she can only bury it deep in her heart.

The child in her arms was already asleep, and there was a sweet smile on her pink face. She wiped her faint old eyes, and reluctantly left the temple with the child in her arms......

It was already dawn, and at the foot of a hill thirty miles away from the capital, on the winding mountain road, there was a gray-haired old woman walking with difficulty, holding a child tightly in her arms.

Behind the old woman, in the withered yellow grass, two green flames suddenly appeared......