There was a lot of mourning in the dining room, and the servants and children of the Zhang family all came out of their throats with the most desperate and pitiful voices in their lives. As the obedient citizens of the Northern Empire, they were taught to be loyal to the monarch from childhood to patriotism, and the edict issued by the king was an oracle that they must obey absolutely no matter what, even if they were allowed to die, they must not hesitate to cut off their necks.

This holy decree in the hands of Liu Dujun first defeated these people psychologically, and morally defeated most of the Zhang family's resistance forces. Not only were the servants in mourning, but even the more than 30 masters of the Zhang family who followed behind Zhang Yun turned pale in an instant after hearing the holy decree. In the darkening dining room, their pale faces became more and more similar to the image of ghosts.

Zhang Yun didn't move, didn't make any sound, just knelt quietly on the ground, maintained the last posture of kneeling and bowing, and quietly passed the long five seconds.

The dining room was quiet for a while, fearing that a pin falling on the floor would sound as loud as a firecracker. Liu Dujun, General Nie, Hei Yujun, as well as the servants of the Zhang family, and the 30 good players of the Zhang family, all fell their eyes on the prostrate figure in the middle of the dining room. Yinchen could even feel what kind of pressure Zhang Yun's arched back was bearing, it was a huge pressure bigger than a small mountain, it was the pressure of the life and death of an entire family.

Zhang Yun lay motionless under such pressure, his back arched high, and he looked like a complete obedient servant, as if there was some evil spell contained in the holy decree just now, turning him into a distorted wax figure in an instant. No one moved in the silent dining room, and both the Black Feather Army and the Zhang family seemed to have turned into wax figures with distorted faces at this time. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Yun's body, waiting for his response, and the atmosphere was almost like waiting for a trial.

No one noticed, not even the domain-sensitive Silver Dust. Zhang Yun, who was kneeling on the ground respectfully, had already moved, and after Liu Dujun read out the holy decree, he launched an action, or an offensive. Zhang Yun, who was kneeling quietly on the ground on the surface, seemed to be deliberately hiding his right hand in his wide sleeve. The five fingers of his right hand moved imperceptibly in the sleeve, slowly, quietly poking out a little between the fingers from the sleeve of his robe.

He knelt like that, carrying the gaze of everyone in the dining room with his back, or deliberately attracting everyone's attention with a curled up rickety back. His index finger crept out from under his flat sleeve, no bigger than half a fingernail, and along with his index finger, there was a dark red needle so thin that it was barely visible.

When an extremely faint gust of wind suddenly shot out from the tip of his index finger, everyone in the dining room hadn't noticed his small movements, and they hadn't even realized that this master of the Zhang family had made some kind of decision. The people in the dining room were all waiting for Zhang Yun's reaction, waiting to see what kind of response he could make under such a holy decree. More than half of them were waiting gloatingly, while the other half were waiting in horror and despair.

The light was getting dimmer, and the dining room was still filled with the pressure of darkness and all sorts of moods. Until Liu Dujun suddenly let out a miserable scream, this stagnant atmosphere was broken.

Overseer Liu flew backwards almost as if he were teleporting. The right hand holding the fan bounced up like lightning and covered his left arm. He retreated to the side of the sword-wielding warrior blocking the door, and stopped, angry and screaming in a hoarse voice:

"Zhang Yun, you are so despicable!"

Zhang Yun still didn't move, and he didn't have any response, so he maintained the last posture of kneeling and bowing. Quietly and patiently waited for someone in the Black Feather Army to light up a torch that illuminated Liu Overseer's left arm.

Overseer Liu's left arm was intact, at least in Yinchen's field of vision. A soldier of the Black Feather Army ripped off Liu Dujun's sleeve, revealing his smooth and delicate arm, and examined it carefully, but found no problems in the first time, until a small black dot slowly oozed from Liu Dunjun's left arm, and then spewed out a thin black and red line.

The sound of the sword unsheathed suddenly became loud, and the Zhang family first drew their respective weapons, they already understood that the head of the family seemed to be fighting to the death.

Think about it, today's world is chaotic and impetuous, people's hearts are not ancient, whether it is the two empires of the north and the south or any other country or home, the dominance of the internal is much weaker than that of the outside. The rebels are like carp crossing the river, and the mountains are like mushrooms after a rain. The Zhang family was disgusted by the imperial court in the north and surrounded by the Black Feather Army, so it was a big deal to rush out and defect to the south side by side!

"It's ...... The poison of the red hot scorpion with a lead heart!" I don't know who in the Black Feather Army subconsciously shouted, which made the hearts of the soldiers over there shake for a while. The sword-wielding warriors and the other black-feathered soldiers all took three steps back in unison, and some even pushed them outside.

"Zhang!Yun!" Liu Dujun bit his cheeks and squeezed out two words from between his teeth, the clothes on his body bulged as if they were inflated, and his hair stood on end, making his head an explosive head. He was angry, he hated! The poison of the lead-hearted red-hot scorpion was the most disgusting poison she could know. It is said that that kind of poison, first cut off the flesh from the corpse of a person who died of red fever, and then mash it with the poisonous fangs of the scorpion's tail pit viper and put it into amalgam to refine the medicine, and finally mixed with lead sand for secondary refining and molding, there is absolutely no so-called antidote to the death poison! Liu Overseer started as a small guard, and climbed to the position of the overseer step by step by relying on flattery and good strength.

He was so angry that he saw black-red patches protruding from his skin, up his arm, and even on his left cheek.

"Overseer, Lord Overseer!" the six black-shirted men in the "Guardhouse" hurriedly surrounded him, supporting Overseer Liu, who was about to fall backwards. However, at this moment, Zhang Yun's right sleeve, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly bulged, followed by a few faint sounds of the wind breaking through the air, and one after another poisonous needles flew out of the sleeve.

The six men in black robes didn't have time to take precautions before they were hit by a row of detoxification needles in all parts of their bodies. A large amount of toxin surged into their bodies, and before they could breathe, the six of them fell silently to the ground.

Zhang Yun got up from the ground slowly, deliberately making a relaxed look, but in fact there was only madness in his eyes, the madness of abandoning everything. "A hundred years ago, the Zhang family followed the first emperor to conquer the south and the north, and made countless feats, canonized the captain of the light car, the marquis of Dinghai, and rewarded the 'Thousand Miles of Drifting Cloud Technique' to show off his military exploits!" Zhang Yun gritted his teeth and recounted the glory of the family word by word, as if those immortal exploits were a great shame for him: "I can't imagine that the descendants of Harlan Weiting are such a group of stupid men with narrow temperament and suspicion of loyalty! Our Zhang family will actually end up like this today because of the reward of the first emperor! Hahahaha! The family is unfortunate!" He said loudly, laughing loudly, the unsmiling laughter was full of sharp irony, I don't know whether it was to satirize the Zhang family itself, or to satirize the emperor of the dignified Northern Empire.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to slander Your Majesty!" Liu Dujun shouted with a pale face. Half of his face was blue and white, probably because he was stimulated by listening to Zhang Yun's words, but the other half of his face quickly turned dark red, and even emitted a faint blood light, which was a reaction to the poison of the "Lead-hearted Red Hot Scorpion".

"Hmph, Your Majesty? What kind of family is he, Your Majesty? Isn't he just a bastard who killed his father and brother and plotted to usurp the throne!" Zhang Yun replied coldly regardless of it: "The Northern Empire can't tolerate our Zhang family, and can't tolerate our loyal descendants! It's a big deal that we go to the south! Our Zhang family is based on the world with bravery, and at its peak, your so-called Black Feather Army has not been established!" he said, majestic and not graceful, he took a long sword from the hands of a subordinate and held it in his hand, but did not draw the sword out of its sheath. His gaze coldly swept over every soldier of the Black Jade Army in the main hall, and that majestic and determined gaze even made several people whose strength was much higher than him tremble slightly. In that gaze, there was no cowardice and pleading, only a madness of despair, a madness of choosing people to devour. Zhang Yun's performance made those subordinates who were still crying and begging feel a little relieved, and they all closed their mouths in shame, after all, the head of the family had not lost the will to fight, what were they doing as subordinates?

"The cowhide will blow loudly when it arrives, I'm afraid that your Zhang family will have to be removed from this world tonight!" It seemed that the morale of the Black Jade Army was low, and an old man hidden among the sword-wielding armor soldiers let out a mocking sound. Seriously, an old man as thin as a monkey is shrunk in the middle of the group of armor soldiers, and it is really difficult for others to find it. It wasn't until he spoke that Silver Dust discovered this person, and found that this terrifying figure was even stronger than himself.

"Whether the cowhide rings or not, won't you know if you try it yourself?" Zhang Yun said in a contemptuous tone, his performance at this time was not at all like the leader of a family that was about to be wiped out, but more like a commander who had all the chances of victory. At the moment when his words fell, countless flying needles fell from the beams of the house.

This is the second wave of the "Lead-Hearted Red Hot Scorpion" poisonous offensive. It wasn't a human who fired the poison needles, but a small dark red box that had been installed on the beams of the house, and who knows what kind of mechanism it was used to drive it. The thin needles like cow hair were like gentle rain, and before everyone could react, it fell on several of the strongest people in the Black Feather Army, and in a panicked and desperate scream, most of the "masters", including the monkey-like little old man just now, were hit one after another.

"Rebels and thieves! Execute on the spot!" General Nie, who had been silent since Zhang Yun came, hurriedly gave an order at this time, and at the same time he also caught a few fine needles with his right hand with iron gloves. He was covered in armor, and the slender poisonous needle could not penetrate it, as long as he protected his head, he could be guaranteed to be safe and sound.

"Kill!" A huge wave of sound erupted from the mouths of every Black Jade Army soldier, converging into a terrifying and indomitable momentum. The sword-wielding armor soldiers drew out their swords at their waists one after another, roared and swayed the wind towards the Zhang family, and the good hands of the Zhang family also shouted a few times to cheer up themselves and their companions, picked up the weapons in their hands and greeted them with red eyes.

A scuffle between the monks ensued......

Zhang Yun took the lead and faced Liu Dujun, who was already poisonous. The poison of the "Lead-Hearted Red Hot Scorpion" is incurable, but it does not seem to die immediately. This made Liu Dujun, who knew that he was going to die, let go of his hands and feet, completely gave up defense, and fought with Zhang Yun as if he had broken a jar, and also made Yinchen, who was hiding in the shadows and watching the battle, really understand the horror of these monks.

By this time, it was completely dark, and the main hall, which had not had time to be lit, was even darker, and the wind that came out of the monks' bodies was even brighter.

Cyan vitality scrambled out from more than 70 people on both sides, and these vitality were originally soft luminous bodies similar to cyan mist, but the moment they left the monks' bodies, they turned into clusters of sharp, translucent wind blades, with twisted air ripples mercilessly slashing at their respective targets. These so-called "gangqi", which look like luminous air currents or light waves, contain a great thrust that Yinchen can't understand at all, and those seemingly weak and even illusory wind blades can even leave deep or shallow holes on the wooden wall, which is exactly the same as the stamping machine that Yinchen has observed in the original world. The wind blades themselves don't seem to be very sharp, or they are not as sharp as the swords in the hands of the monks, and they can't directly cut off the legs of even a stool, but once those wind blades are attached to the monks' swords, attached to their palms, or even to the tables, chairs, and benches that they hold up casually, they will show great destructive power. Hiding in the shadows, Silver Dust watched as the two monks who had only reached the eightfold level of the Qingfeng Technique picked up their respective long swords and fought against each other, and the cyan Gangfeng attached to the blade made a huge dull sound as if two cars collided at the moment of contact, and a circular shock wave spread from the contact point of the two long swords, and the clothes on the two people who couldn't help but tear apart also hung off the ground under their feet, forming a shallow pit that was at least three or four inches deep and six feet in circumference. The two of them each took a step back slightly, and then picked up the long sword that seemed to be undamaged and continued to fight in ping-pong, each sword was handed out, and there was a heavy and shocking sound like a huge container falling from a high altitude.

This is just a fight between two minions, those strong people who have ten or more Qingfeng Tricks, with a single hand and a foot, seem to have the power to open mountains and crack stones. Silverdust watched the chaos of these people and imagined with malice that they might be able to lift an elephant with one hand. He certainly didn't know that in the wider part of the world, this idea was unfortunately true.

The pure silver pupils stared at the boss in the dark, and the look reflected in the pupils with delicate magic patterns was not fear, but surprise and curiosity. Silver Dust had never imagined that humans could possess such extraordinary powers, to be precise, such otherworldly physical mechanical powers. The supernatural power possessed by magicians is due to the fact that they can communicate with heaven and earth, they are the direct commanders of supernatural powers, and these so-called monks seem to have produced this supernatural power in their bodies by absorbing a very ordinary energy in nature, and even they have forcibly raised the ordinary ** power to supernatural strength and turned it into the so-called supernatural power. From a magician's point of view, these monks are nothing less than mysterious and powerful, and they are really powerful compared to those swordsmen and paladins who are said to be able to lift objects weighing up to two tons by their own cultivation.

Thinking like this, Yinchen's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the two people in the center of the battlefield, those two people were not the most powerful of these people, but the most desperate. The battle between them was much more intense than the people around them. One of the two summoned a long sword that had not yet had time to unsheath, and the other summoned a seemingly ordinary paper fan, and with a wave of their hands, the wind contained in the weapon collided with each other, resulting in an explosive-like explosion, stirring the surrounding air, and turning into a thick tornado with a radius of one foot and two feet, and the violent storm was so violent that the people around did not dare to approach.

Those two people are Zhang Yun and Liu Dujun.

Silver Dust closed his eyes and carefully sensed the changes in Zhang Yun and Liu Dujun's bodies through the realm. He clearly sensed that a golden-cyan cyclone rose from Zhang Yun's dantian along the Ren vein, spread to the eight veins of the Qi Jing in the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, and then erupted out of his body through the countless acupoints on each meridian, forming a Gangfeng that protected the body, and then these Gangfeng and the second Yuan Qi rising from the Ren vein, rushed towards several big points on Zhang Yun's left hand, and finally converged into a rotating storm at the Laogong acupoint, which was pushed out by Zhang Yun with one palm.

And Liu Dujun in front of him reluctantly lifted a stream of blue-purple vitality from the dantian, flowed to his right hand through the Tanzhong acupoint, and then sprayed out from the five acupoints on the five fingers of his right hand, turning into a fan wrapped around him by the wind, and suddenly fanned towards Zhang Yun. The vitality in the bodies of both people is very mild energy, but once they leave the body, they all become a kind of power called "Gangfeng". The power resembled a wind blade, but it had an incomprehensible crane-like mechanical thrust, and even the wind made a dull sound of hammers smashing against each other when they hit each other. Yinchen opened his eyes in shock, and saw Zhang Yun's blue-gold Gangfeng and Liu Dujun's blue-purple Gangfeng forming two huge balls of about one zhang with each of them as the center, as if two huge lead balls collided and rolled against each other, and the air between the two of them twisted violently from time to time, and the ground under their feet had become pitted, and shallow craters in the shape of arcs appeared on the ground around them, as if the ground had been hard wood floors and harder rammed earth foundations from time to time, but plasticine that could be kneaded at will。