The continuous development of the matter exceeded everyone's expectations, and in the assassination incident, more than 1,000 soldiers who went to Taoqiu with the Tang Emperor, as well as more than 100 soldiers of Hongyang County in the Southern Jin Dynasty, all died. Pen inkstone Pavilion More good

And the person who carried out the assassination in the Tang Kingdom was actually the remnant of Xiling who had an immortal thief heart.

The news spread, and countless people knew that this matter was far from being as simple as it seemed.

But Datang responded like this, and the incident could only be accompanied by all kinds of doubts.

The Southern Jin Kingdom deeply regretted the assassination, and the Southern Jin Dynasty lord personally led around Xiling Taoqiu, waiting for the arrival of Tang Emperor Li Zhongyi.

Although the Southern Jin Dynasty also understood that the assassination incident was full of suspicions, he did not dare to say more. After all, the place of assassination was on the border of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Among the number of deaths, in addition to more than 100 people in Hongyang County, thousands of soldiers died in the Tang Dynasty, among which there was the distinguished third prince Li Huiyuan.

In addition to making a gesture and expressing deep regret, is it possible that the Southern Jin Dynasty has to go against the current and look for Tang Guo to ask for an explanation?

In the case of the assassination, except for a few people in the world, except for Tang Ning Chao Xiaoshu and a few others, no one knows the whole story.

As for why Tang Ning didn't directly chop off Li Huiyuan's dog head with a knife, there was naturally a reason.

In the original book, after Li Huiyuan seized power, the Tang Dynasty suffered heavy casualties in the war, and he was dizzy and incompetent, and even wanted to kill Ning Que. In the end, he was cut in two by Ning Que.

But in reality, because the Tang Emperor was not dead, although Li Hunyuan was a rebel, he was not really in power, not to mention that he had no grudge against Li Hunyuan, so naturally it was not his turn to draw his sword.

Tang Ning just gave the right to choose to Tang Huang, and as for the final result, it didn't matter to Tang Ning.

It is a fact that Li Huiyuan plotted a retrograde assassination, and no matter how merciful and generous the Tang Emperor was, it was impossible to tolerate Li Huiyuan's impunity.

Li Zhongyi may leave Li Huiyuan's life, but I am afraid that everything except his life will be deprived by him.

In the northern border of the Tang Dynasty, Ning Que stood on a barren mountain covered with snow, silently staring at the city not far away.

Thinking of everything he had desperately pursued in the past, now that the opportunity for revenge was close at hand, Ning Que didn't seem to be as excited as he imagined.

Ning Que put down an arrow from the iron box, stretched out his bow and arrow, and shot the silent arrow.

In Tuyang City, Xiahou put on the Mingguang armor, took the spear, and waited silently.

Since Ning was out of Chang'an City, Xiahou received a summons from Prince Li Peiyan, so he had been waiting.

Waiting for Ning Que's arrival, waiting for the ending of that fate.

As the general of Datang Town, he is neither panicked nor afraid.

Even if the person who was about to arrive was now a disciple on the second floor of the academy, he couldn't make him distressed.

Xia Hou was just a little emotional, a little helpless, and a little sneering at the injustice of fate.

As Xia Hou, who had gone through a lot of hardships like Ning Que and had just survived in the world, he naturally understood the reason for the scene in front of him.

Some people want him to die, but he doesn't want to die.

More than ten years ago, he was persecuted by Wei Guangming, and he had no choice. More than ten years later, he was forced by Ning Que, and he also seemed to have no choice.

Rumble~

An arrow came from the clouds, broke through the gate of Xiahou's mansion, and shot at the stone pillar outside the hall.

The arrows all sank into the stone pillar, pierced through the wooden door behind the stone pillar, and also shot at Xiahou's Mingguang armor.

Xiahou's face was not different, although the impact of the arrows was beyond his imagination, making his iron boots sparkle on the bluestone ground, but his face still did not change.

Looking at the white marks on the bright light armor on his chest, Xia Hou smiled slightly and patted his chest with some pain.

With a spear in hand, he walked towards the gate.

He knew that this arrow was just the beginning, a battle book before the decisive battle.

Therefore, Xiahou mounted his war horse and rushed towards the barren mountain.

On the mountain behind the academy, Tang Ning frowned silently, looked at the gradually darkening sky in the north, and gently placed the stone in his hand in a mysterious place.

Seeing the goddess frowning slightly, Tang Ning seemed to be muttering to herself.

"This formation can devour the power that has been accumulated in the sky for millions of years, I don't know if you will be affected by this, but according to my reasoning, the destruction of the kingdom of God or the destruction of the sky is not the end of your life."

The goddess was speechless, just watched as the moment the stone fell, a golden light rose into the sky, breaking through the lazy clouds, and tearing a dark crack in the sky.

As soon as this crack first appeared, a mysterious and inexplicable aura instantly surged into the crack.

"Hmph~"

The goddess snorted unconsciously, and her perfect pretty face instantly turned pale.

The graceful body, which had always been covered by the robe, seemed to tremble uncontrollably at the moment when the crack appeared.

Seeing this, Tang Ning frowned slightly, thought for a while and said again: "As an innate being, you are the master of this world in the true sense, and the destruction of the world will have some impact on you. ”

The goddess was silent, just looking at the universe of stars from the darkness, higher and farther.

The master stroked his beard, and after silently groaning, he dropped the chess pieces in his hand.

Master Qishan frowned, looked at the sunspot that had become encircled, raised his head slightly, and looked at the palpitating darkness.

Above the boundless sky, that smear point is rare for ordinary people.

But as great cultivators, many people still notice the formation of that trace of darkness.

For example, Wei Guangming, who was collecting firewood in the front yard of the academy, Yan Se, who was holding water beads in his red sleeves, Wang Shusheng, who was preparing a dowry for Moshan Mountain in Chang'an City, and Liu Bai, the human sword saint who had already set off to the academy.

These people looked at the sky, their eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the darkness, and fell into a long, unknown thought.

In the mountains behind the academy, the senior brother and others are still preparing a new house for the first marriage in the back mountain. They laugh in conversation, look forward in laughter, and are busy in longing.

The second senior brother's stupid sword, which was wide, thick, and big, was transformed into a tree-cutting holy weapon in a certain forest outside the academy.

The tall and straight trees fell with a bang under the sword.

The pen in Yu Curtain's hand changed the calm rules of the past, and the pen flew on a large piece of white paper.

Under the brushstroke, beautiful and handsome mountains slowly emerge in front of him.

After a few strokes, a academy quietly appeared in the mountains, and then a group of people of different shapes stood quietly in front of the academy.

Some people wear water scoops around their waists, and some people hold stupid swords; Some people are quiet and elegant, and some people are sweet and snuggling; Some people play the piano and flute, and some people dance and hold the plate; Some people are obsessed with embroidery, some people are obsessed with flowers and plants; Some people draw their bows and arrows, and some people jump away with joy; Some people stand with their beards, and some people sit in the sea of books.

Under the white paper and black ink, this group portrait of the two-story building of the academy has life in his hands.

In the north, Ning Que spit out the blood in his mouth, looked at the enemy of life and death not far in front of him, and said lightly: "I came to kill you." ”

The man stood with a gun, his face hidden by his beard, full of indifference.

"It's up to you."

Ning Que drew his bow and arrow again, and the arrow disappeared into the surface, disappearing in a flash, hitting the man with the gun again.

The man's spear swung down, and a wall formed by the Yuan Force suddenly blocked in front of him, and the arrow fell weakly.

The man with the gun shook his head and spoke lifelessly.

"This level of weapon, although it adds a lot of chips to you, can't really threaten me."

"I'm here to take your life."

"Since you're going to take my life, you should have some stronger hole cards."

Ning Que was silent, Pu Dao pulled out, his figure turned into a phantom, and galloped towards the man with the gun.

While~

With a sharp and piercing sound of gold and iron, Pu Dao flew out upside down. The owner of the knife also vomited blood and flew away.

Xia Hou shook his head and sighed again, and his body covered by armor walked towards the boy who vomited blood.

He walked slowly, but steadily. It seems that every step falls on the solid and heavy earth.

Ning Que raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, silently took out another Pu knife, using the sky as the paper, the Yuan Force as the ink, and the Pu Dao as the pen, to write down the rather simple and weak talisman.

The talisman formed in the breeze and disappeared under the spear.

Ning Que's murderous eyes looked closely at the unharmed enemy.

"As a disciple on the second floor of the academy, you should understand something."

"Although my cultivation is not as good as that of Mr. Big and Mr. Four, it is far beyond the reach of others. Although you are in the posture of heaven, and you have touched the threshold of knowing your fate before half a year of cultivation, you are still as weak as an ant. ”

There was no hatred on Ning Que's face, only a faint smile that didn't mean anything.

"Maybe one more year for you, you can easily take my life, but unfortunately, there is no more year in this world."

"I don't know what happens in the world, but you have an hour to live at most."

Ning Que struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the spear that had arrived in front of him, and suddenly burst out.

The spear trembled suddenly, and the right hand of the man holding the spear swept slightly, and the barrel of the spear turned into a phantom, slamming into Ning Que's ribs.

"You are really like me, we are so tired of living, why should we hate each other?"

Xia Hou shook his head for the third time, his tone full of appreciation.

Ning Que cracked his big mouth full of blood, smiled heartily, and pulled out the last Pu knife from behind him.

The blade touched the ground, trembled, and stood up straight.

The Pu knife was indomitable and slashed towards Xiahou again.

Xia Hou calmly looked at the last knife in the young man's life, silently savoring the indomitable domineering mixed in the knife, indifferently and casually swinging the spear.

Syllable~

Pu Dao faced him head-on, but was picked up by the spear.

The sharp and brave tip of the spear that exuded chill stabbed towards Ning Que's throat very slowly and slowly.

Xia Hou was very calm, with regret in his eyes, staring closely at the young man's unwilling eyes.

"I don't want to kill you, but I have to."

Ning Que smiled coldly, revealing his blood-stained teeth, which were very terrifying.

Xiahou was puzzled, but he did not stop the spear advance.

Ning Que stepped forward in laughter, the spear piercing his left shoulder, while his right hand poked into his chest.

Suddenly, Xia Hou felt a strange and fierce sword intent emanating from Ning Que's body.

Xiahou was stunned for a moment and wanted to withdraw the spear, but was hugged by the young man who begged for death.

Xia Hou put down the spear, turned his fists into streamers, and hit Ning Que one after another.

He had sensed an incomparable power from the paper floating in front of him.

Ning Que seemed to be crazy, laughing while vomiting blood, and his arms were tightly wrapped around Xiahou's waist.

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