Suddenly, there was a "click" sound, and a bloody human head rolled straight down from the spine of the temple.

Then, a headless corpse also rolled straight down, wearing the costume of the Ouchi guard.

Without waiting for Feng Xiaoxiao to turn around, several bloody corpses rolled down, without exception, all of them were Ouchi's guards.

The corpse fell high and fell around Wei Ziyun with a snap.

Wei Ziyun was shocked and looked back.

Twelve nocturnal walkers with ribbons on their bodies were scurrying around on the spine of the temple, the bright sword light reflecting the moonlight, but the bright red blood light was thrown out.

In the blink of an eye, a few more Ouchi guards who got up from the eaves of the temple were hacked to death by the sword, and they kept falling from a height.

There was also a purple-clothed man holding a snow-bright scimitar in his hand, the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood, and he was rushing down like a big bird, and the blade was pointed directly at Wei Ziyun.

These thirteen people were mixed in the crowd on the other side of the temple just now, as if they didn't know each other, but they didn't expect that they were on the same road.

Feng Xiaoxiao finally knew why the Mu Dao people said that these human body methods were extremely weird, because this was not at all like a light skill that a person could use, not only did it flash quickly, but if it seemed to be nothing, at a cursory glance, it was like a piece of teleportation.

But if you look closely, you can see that they are actually very good at concealing themselves, always skimming into the shadows that the moonlight does not shine on, or the blind corners of their gaze.

Mu Daoren's eyes flashed, and he said: "These people are all dead soldiers, and they shoot at any cost, just to drag Wei Ziyun away." ”

The martial arts of the Ouchi guards are not low, but they were caught off guard by being killed for a while. Once they react, they will soon be able to force these night walkers to have no way to avoid and hide, and the last one will not be able to escape. Sooner or later, you'll die cleanly.

Feng Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement.

At a glance, these people knew that they were professional killers who were good at assassination, and although their martial arts were not very high, they were extremely efficient in killing.

However, assassination is not the same as fighting, the most important thing is to be surprised, even if the martial arts are more than ten times higher than others, it will be the same as the sword that suddenly stretches out in the shadows without noticing. A sword seals the throat.

But once it is revealed, these killers who are only proficient in assassination will be like mud. When you touch it, you will be powdered.

Seeing that the colleagues who got along day and night kept dying tragically, Wei Ziyun was already furious, drew his sword high, and a sharp sword light pierced out with a scream.

The wooden road people couldn't help but be moved. I found myself overestimating myself all along. But he still underestimated the head of this Ouchi guard.

With this sword alone, Wei Ziyun can be firmly ranked among the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and it is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the palace!

The purple-clothed man who threw himself into the air smiled coldly, and the scimitar in his hand was thrown out directly, drawing a strange arc like lightning, bypassing the long sword stabbed by Wei Ziyun, and slashing straight towards his neck.

The blade under the moonlight shone with purple light, and it was obviously a poisonous knife that sealed the throat with blood.

So fast. It's beyond people's imagination, and it also shows that this is not just a poisonous knife. It is also a hidden weapon, a hidden weapon driven by a machine spring.

Mu Daoren sighed secretly, knowing that no matter how powerful Wei Ziyun's martial arts were, he would be dead this time.

The man in purple came clearly prepared, and he knew Wei Ziyun's martial arts path and strength very well, and knew that his swordsmanship could be rigid and soft, easy to let go and difficult to collect.

If it is a normal enemy, Wei Ziyun will definitely not leave such a reckless sword, even if he is targeted for weakness, with his skills, he will at most temporarily fall behind, and there will always be a chance to turn the tables, but at this moment he is so anxious that he just wants to hurry up and escort him......

In this way, you will completely fall into the trap set by others a long time ago, and it will be difficult to turn over.

is too far apart, even if the Mudao people want to rescue, they are powerless.

Seeing that Wei Ziyun was going to die, a red cloud seemed to float from the sky, although it looked soft and weak, but the blade with purple light could not be cut or rushed, and it was coerced to fly sideways, nailed into the temple wall on the left.

Wei Ziyun saw Lu Xiaofeng on the side raising his hand, and the big red robe he was wearing was gone.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then let out a loud shout, and the sword light in his palm surged straight into it, bent on completely piercing the purple-clothed man, but ...... It was actually stabbed in the air.

The man in purple suddenly disappeared!

People are still in the air just now, and they have nowhere to borrow, how can they say that they are gone?

Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "Left ......"

Wei Ziyun turned his gaze and was taken aback again.

The purple-clothed man actually crossed the void and flew to the left, only for a moment, his feet stepped on the wall of the temple, kicked hard, and continued to rush towards him, a long whip in his hand broke through the air and roared, like purple lightning thunder.

The moonlight was clear, and Wei Ziyun saw clearly that what he drew was not a long whip, but a scimitar connected by a thin cord...... No wonder the man in purple can sweep through the air.

The scimitar was not aimed at him, but slashed at Lu Xiaofeng beside him.

The knife may be poisonous, Lu Xiaofeng naturally didn't dare to stretch out his fingers to clamp it, he could only retreat...... Naturally, it is impossible for a person to be faster than a knife flying in the air, and sooner or later there is no way to retreat.

Fortunately, Wei Ziyun reacted quickly, and a sword blocked out, colliding with the thin rope and creating a little spark.

But the cord was not cut by the sword.

Wei Ziyun's expression was steep, because after this impact, the scimitar changed direction and reversed, and actually went around his neck.

The next moment, you can wrap around his neck and cut off his head.

The man in purple had a hideous and cruel smile.

He is indeed a dead soldier, he came to the palace, he didn't plan to go back alive, if he could kill Wei Ziyun, he would definitely be able to earn back, and make a lot of money.

Lu Xiaofeng's face changed greatly.

You must know that the rules of the forbidden palace are strict, and few people can order the palace gate to be opened in the middle of the night, if Wei Ziyun dies, for a while, they will definitely not be able to pass through the Qianqing gate, so they can only wait outside the door in a hurry.

During this time, who knows what will happen to the emperor?

At this moment, a swift and brilliant sword light flashed, and the originally hideous sword whip suddenly broke off...... It's like a dead snake with its head cut off, its head falling off, but its body is still writhing.

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't know when he stood aside, and the sword in his hand was already in the sheath.

The purple-clothed man who was rushing in inexplicably stopped his momentum. He staggered to the ground and continued to take a few steps forward, but a blood flower on his forehead grew bigger and bigger. Finally fell headlong forward.

Mu Dao people landed on the ground and said with a smile: "I'm old, I'm obviously one step ahead of you, but I arrived one step late, people don't accept the old!" ”

He deliberately hid it, and Feng Xiaoxiao naturally wouldn't reveal it, and said with a smile: "Actually, it doesn't matter if we can't make a move." Boss Wei will be fine. ”

Wei Ziyun followed his gaze.

I saw Ximen blowing snow coming out of the room at some point, dressed in white like the moon, standing quietly not far away. Holding the sword in his hand, he looked at the sword of Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao said again: "They are also stupid, if the masters gather in Da Nei today, they still dare to do it?" Are we really going to sit on the sidelines? ”

He looked up slightly. Look up.

Several figures flew on the ridge of the eaves. is intercepting the night-clad killer who is scurrying around.

It was Honka Layman, as well as a few other people with inexplicable identities, who even participated in Hua Manlou, who had never liked blood.

Wei Ziyun relieved his heart, hugged his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you for your help, I am grateful to the inferior people." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said in his heart: "Do they dare not help each other?" No one can afford the crime of assassination in the palace, and if they don't show their attitude at this time, they will be unlucky in the future. ”

With the assistance of these top masters in the martial arts, Ouchi's guards quickly controlled the situation. Hunt down thirteen killers one by one.

It's just that it was delayed for so long. Is it too late?

Feng Xiaoxiao's brow furrowed, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and he felt as if he had overlooked something.

He is an extra variable, influencing the world at the same time as being influenced by the world.

Did Ye Gucheng change his plans because of his existence?

At least these thirteen killers have indeed changed, and they are only insignificant obstacles in their memory, but they suddenly became thirteen top assassins, and they almost succeeded in killing Wei Ziyun.

The blood of the assassins and guards, stained with golden glazed tiles, trickled down the sink like rain, rain of despair......

Qianqingmen, Feng Xiaoxiao saw Yin Xian again, he was standing on the high city tower, with a few wisps of mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was not the only one on the castle tower, but there were two other people standing beside him, both of whom were also dressed in the service of first-class guards.

According to Mu Daoren, these two people are the second and fourth of the four masters of the Great Interior, the "Desert Eagle" Tu Fang and the "Star Picker" Ding Ao.

No wonder only Wei Ziyun was commanding the guards just now, and it turned out that the other three were here.

Yin Xian's first sentence made Wei Ziyun's heart completely cold.

"We have been ordered to seal all the doors of the inner palace immediately, and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

No matter how bold Wei Ziyun is, he doesn't dare to question the order of the Son of Heaven, no one has the courage to do so!

Feng Xiaoxiao finally knew where his uneasiness came from.

It's envy!

I had heard Mu Daoren say before that Yin Xian was in charge of the guards of the Taihe Palace, but when the accident happened just now, he didn't even see a figure, it turned out that he came here to fake the holy decree.

The thirteen assassins sacrificed their lives to forget their deaths, in fact, just to transfer Wei Ziyun away and help Yin Xian buy time.

Wei Ziyun stared at Tu Fang and Ding Ao with trepidation.

If the decree is false, it is impossible for them not to see it.

He took a closer look, and immediately saw that something was wrong.

The two of them stood upright, expressionless, but their eyes kept rolling, and the light flickering inside was even more anxious than him.

Wei Ziyun's heart had sunk to the bottom of the icy water, but there was nothing he could do.

There were four guards in total, and now there were three of them standing above the city gate, and he was the only one below, even if he gave the order to break in desperately, his guards would definitely tie him up first......

Now, it's late at night, the moonlight is like water, helpless water!

The always quiet south study room also made some waves like water.

Although the young emperor has been on the throne for a long time, he still reads tirelessly as he did when he was the crown prince, and he still often rests in the south study.

But now there is no more refreshing fragrance of books and ink in the study, only the pungent smell of blood.

Two identical people stood and sat one by one, and the person standing was wearing a court dress that only emperors could wear, and said with a slight smile: "I am the descendant of Emperor Daxing, the son of Prince Nan, that is, your cousin, I didn't expect it!" I look exactly like you. ”

The real emperor sat upright, his fists clenched, his whole body cold.

Now he finally understood what a terrible conspiracy it was, but he still couldn't believe it.

But the four corpses that were still bleeding reminded him that it was all true.

And he can't do anything about it.

Because his last personal guard was dead, and he was killed by a sword.

This sword is in the hands of a man in white, with snow-white clothes, pale face, and cold eyes, and he is arrogant, even more pressing than the sword qi.

This is the Imperial Palace, and the Emperor is right in front of him. But this person didn't seem to even be the emperor in his eyes.

The emperor still had the same expression, and said lightly: "Ye Gucheng? ”

The white-clothed man said: "The people of the mountains and grasses can't imagine that they can go up to the sky to listen." ”

The emperor said: "Flying immortals outside the sky, it is really a good swordsmanship that is unparalleled in the world." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "It was originally a good swordsmanship. ”

The emperor said: "A beautiful woman, why should you be a thief?" ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Achievement is the king, and defeat is the thief." ”

A voice interrupted, "A thief is a thief." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao stands outside the window in the autumn wind, behind him is the moon, the moon is full in the sky!

Ye Gucheng lost his voice and shouted, "How did you get in?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said: "Aren't you here too?" ”

Of course, only those who ignore the imperial power will have the courage to come in at this time.

The wind blew in from his side, and the moonlight shone in from his side, and the wind was as cold as the moon.

Ye Gucheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his muscles suddenly tensed.

When the eyes of the two met, it seemed to turn into a substantial sword blade, and even the air trembled and became blurred in the exchange!

Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly said: "Will you fly immortals out of the sky?" ”

Ye Gucheng said: "I heard that you will too." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said: "The sword style is formed before the move is made, and the sword intent is left after the move has been made. So that the rigidity is the softest, and the unchanged is ever-changing, it is indeed the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world. ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said word for word: "My swordsmanship is called Blue Blood Zhao Danqing." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Flying immortals outside the sky!" ”

The same sword intent, the same sword technique, is it "blue blood shines on Danqing" or "flying immortals outside the sky"?

The swordsman speaks only with his sword, which is already in his hand and is about to be unsheathed.

The fragrance of cinnamon floats in the autumn wind, and the fragrance of cinnamon is suddenly full of murder.

The two people who were facing each other couldn't help but look away.

Because both of them felt an indescribable sword aura, like an invisible mountain, pressing down on them.

The moonlight was miserable, as if there was fog, and in the shadow of the imperial city in front of him, there was a person standing quietly, dressed in white like snow.

Only Simon blows snow, and only his man is sharper and sharper than the sword.

Cold sweat had broken out on the tip of Nanwang Shizi's nose, and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

No one in the world can stop the combined sword of Feng Xiaoxiao and Ximen Blowing Snow, not Ye Gucheng, not anyone.

Ximen Fuxue stood still, holding the hilt of the sword, staring at Feng Xiaoxiao, and said coldly: "If I join forces with Ye Gucheng's double sword, who in the whole world can resist?" ”

No one!

It's like no one in the world can stop the combined sword of Feng Xiao Xiao and Ximen Blowing Snow!

Nanwang Shizi's face changed sharply, revealing indescribable joy.

The young emperor's expression did not change, he just listened quietly, but his eyes flickered slightly, indicating that his heart was not calm. (To be continued......)

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