And now, he, this stinky eunuch diehard, has to face the dilemma of his carefully supported master, and completely kneeling down to the slaves in Jianzhou to beg for peace.

Of course, he was more of a frustration at growing diseased watermelons.

"Whether the emperor is afraid or not, it is also something that an old bedbug like you can manage?——" Just when the ministers' emotions were mobilized by the father-in-law, and almost reached the highest point, a voice that sounded very high-pitched, but fell on everyone's ears and was extremely cold, poured down like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the enthusiasm of the civil and military officials. Some of the weak civil officials and eunuchs even shivered with cold.

When the invisible cold air condensed into gray-blue mist in the air, Father-in-law realized that someone was approaching, but it was too late, the gray-blue ice circle under his feet had been shattered, broken like a mirror, and broken like his faith, and in a small door leading to the slave compartment behind the Heart Cultivation Palace, a ghostly figure flashed a person, a man as majestic as a dragon.

He was dressed in a gorgeous and sacred robe, symbolizing a priesthood like a priest, a white fox skin and silver silk interlaced with a robe woven together, but he carried a dark brown sword on his shoulder, like a thick-backed broadsword that had killed thousands of people but never wiped it, destroying his original holy temperament. His majestic body was followed by a vicious bald head, and near his neck was a piece of hair the size of a copper coin, and those black hairs were woven with thin silver silk threads to form a small pigtail like a mouse's tail, which is the famous money rat tail. The moment this middle-aged man appeared from the small door, all the generals, including Xue Wujian, straightened the muscles of their whole bodies under the warning of their combat instincts, and the aura on the man's body unmistakably told these people who had cultivated battle soul qi all year round that he was very strong and dangerous!

Xue Wuxian's face turned pale, he had never felt such a huge pressure in front of ten thousand people, this person was not the Yuanying realm that he had always wanted to return to but always failed to, but a realm that he had never seen or understood.

The Chosen Whip.

"Who are you?How can you break into the palace forbidden?Even if our family follows the emperor to conclude an alliance under the city, there is no ......" What was more nervous than Xue Wuxian was the explosion of the father-in-law, who originally thought that the outer guards who were tightly knit, actually made such a big mistake, allowing a strong man who couldn't see through his strength to break in. He hurriedly handed a color to the generals on the side, Xue Wuxian and the others received the order, and immediately stood up with their eyes and nose and nose, silently, but there were clusters of gray-blue cold air on their bodies, although these cold qi were much inferior to the golden soul mist, but they were the only elemental energy in the world that could form a military momentum, and dozens of them were combined with cold qi, and under the leadership of Xue Wuxian, they could naturally form an incomparably powerful army.

The military situation has always had an advantage called "encirclement" over the individual.

The man obviously noticed the change in heat and cold in the air, as he raised his other hand to wipe the frost off his eyebrows, and his movements were very sleepy: "Lao Tzu went to his son's house to visit the door, and it was his son's turn to bark at the dog?"

His words are matched with his natural tone, and he can really make the explosion of his father-in-law a follow-up, but the explosion of the father-in-law is by no means a good type, he can clearly see that the middle-aged man is invincible, and he can penetrate in, and I don't know how many masters have come in together, not to mention whether the forced palace can be successful, it is difficult to say his own life, he is a little timid in his heart, but he has to be tough on the surface, so he can only say something that sounds unremarkable, but can be carefully pondered and not painful:

"The emperor's agreement was signed with Emperor Beiwu in Pershing City, what are you, and you came to follow the light? We were subdued by Emperor Beiwu Harlan Xuanqi, so we pinched our noses and recognized it, and we were not ...... by your Jianzhou slaves."

"The defeated generals under the losers are still the defeated generals, we can deal with Li Xuanqi, but you can't, this is the gap. The man sneered: "You'd better not say anything about Pershing City, tell you that the Spirit Emperor is in our hands, and we are really going to force us, so send him back here directly, and I'll see what you can ......do."

"Don't!" Before the man finished speaking, he heard the begging voice of the Yue Emperor like a pet dog: "You are the great god of Jianzhou, right? Please transfer my Kubu and wipe out these rebellious ministers and thieves! I want to follow the example of the former emperor and slaughter the palace Mingzhi!"

"Oh?" The man turned his head to look at Emperor Yue with great interest, and then raised his head slightly proudly, with a victor's smile on his face: "You are not bad, at least you are very in awe of our saint, and you don't care about the treaty after our saint replaced Li Xuanqi's fake northerner, so since you want to emulate your ridiculous former emperor Tugong Mingzhi, then I, Newgretel · Wendu, the head of the Diocese of the Right Dalmaska Desert of the Indra Divine Sect, reluctantly made it difficult to follow the example of the legendary silver-haired boy - everyone here is a lamb to be slaughtered, who wants to get out of the sea of suffering in the world first?" he said, smashing the heavy big knife on the king's ground, and a terrible shock wave of ice mixed with soil erupted, actually directly shaking the military momentum of Xue Wuxian and the others! The generals were shocked, they never imagined that the slaves of Jianzhou actually had the technology to crack the military situation alone?!

They won't understand, it's actually an opportunistic method, using the seismic waves transmitted by the earth to make people unstable, and naturally they can temporarily crack those military forces that are not too integrated, but this method only works for a while, if Xue Wuxian and the others gather the army again, Wen Du is afraid that he will have to do it again, it is very simple to cut the floor with a big knife, it is not easy to use cold qi to induce the earth veins to vibrate, it requires both skills and more ice qi, and Wen Du himself cannot use it continuously, otherwise he will not have the strength to deal with the next battle.

"He came first. Unexpectedly, Emperor Yue suddenly pointed to Xue Wuxian in the crowd: "He is the head of the Divine Sword Sect, haven't you been saying that your father Emperor (formerly referring to Li Xuanqi, now referring to Nano Future) wants to rein in the southern Jianghu forces?

"Me?" When Xue Wuxian heard Emperor Yue's words, he really didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart. His heart was empty at that moment, really empty, his whole body exuded an empty coldness, his fists clenched, and spread out, he silently walked out of the ranks of the generals, and suddenly found that everyone around him, every comrade who belonged to the eunuch party with him looked at him like an animal about to be sacrificed. His feeling at this time was a hundred times worse than when he had eaten dung in public, and there was not a trace of cheers and cheers that he had ever thought were the harshest and ugly, and it was clear that the surroundings were solemn and quiet, but he felt that it was even more difficult than that dark time.

He looked up at Emperor Yue, and felt that this young man who had taken refuge in the past since five years ago, the second prince at that time, the prince's most advantageous rival, and the hope of the eunuch party, suddenly became strange, and the strangeness was chilling.

"Your Majesty, ......" Xue Wuxian wanted to say something, but he was stared at by Wen Du's dark purple eyes, and his whole body was cold, and he couldn't continue the words in his mouth. He really wanted to tell Emperor Yue that he had made the greatest sacrifice of a swordsman for the sake of this court and this empire, and he had abandoned the reputation of righteousness that he had accumulated for decades, and the loss was not insignificant. He once thought that the righteous path was just a reputation, but he didn't expect that behind this reputation there was also a heavenly rule, and when he abandoned his reputation to betray the essence of the Divine Sword Sect, he was actually forced to abandon most of his strength together.

led the Shenjian Gate astray, he didn't have a clear conscience when this thing was done, and he woke up in the middle of the night, recalling the days when he ran the Shenjian Gate with 10,000 people more than ten years ago, and he also washed his face with tears. Xue Wuxian is not really stupid or bad, he neither thinks that the Divine Sword Gate should be annexed to the government, nor has he ever thought of destroying the Divine Sword Gate, he can just pay more than others, he exchanged the things that were originally going to be guarded with his life as a price, in exchange for his own official uniform and a lifetime of glory.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he exchanged what he should have guarded with his life as a price, there would be nothing in this world that could save his life.

This is reincarnation.

"Okay, I know what you want to say, isn't it just for the sake of your hard work, begging this master to pull you?" Nugret Windu held the handle of the knife with one hand, changed to a more comfortable position, and said contemptuously in the tone of a little ruffian bullying the good people: "It's a pity that a person like you who can't concentrate on serving his master, this kind of person who dares to force the palace to commit crimes in private, is a person who can't even be a noble 'slave'!" In the interior of our Jianzhou slave, a half-hearted guy like you is the first batch of garbage to be cleaned up, don't you say, little pony?"

"Yes, yes, this lord is right. Ma Derby hurriedly agreed, and Wang Ba Dan on the side wanted to speak and stopped, with a "cute" expression of a pug begging his master to hug, as if he wanted to cross Ma Derby to become the central figure in the eyes of the sect leader, but he didn't even understand the obvious contempt in the sect leader's eyes.

"Xue Junmen, we can only stand shoulder to shoulder today. Just when Xue Wuxian was looking at Emperor Yue and wanted to wear it, and Emperor Yue abandoned him like a shoe, the words handed by his father-in-law from behind gave him a little bit of empty confidence, at least making his hands and feet feel a little warmer.

"Our family supported him to take the throne back then, but it was just because Zhao Rencai was more inclined to the back party than Emperor Linghuang, do you really think he is a real son of heaven, can't you change it? Let me tell you Xue Junmen, among the heirs of the Zhao family, our family has already found another generation of Mingjun, much stronger than Adou who can't be supported, at least our family's advice, that one can still listen to it and understand. So, our family has already prepared the edict of the country, today, Xue Junmen only needs to work with you to fight him and drive these stinky Tartars out of this Ying Tianfu, from the dragon's work, it is a sure thing!"

Father-in-law's dry tone was almost like a fairy sound to Xue Wuxian and all the eunuch members here. "Waste?" Xue Wuxian made a lip shape, but did not make a sound, and the father-in-law behind him seemed to be able to see through the problem in his mind, and slapped him on the shoulder.

This palm almost made his whole body's cultivation boil, Xue Wuxian stretched out his hand, and the ashes of the co-killing were immediately formed, but the father-in-law behind him directly handed over a slender machete of the Oriental system: "I'm sorry, there is only this guy left in the Internal Affairs Office." ”

"Father-in-law Xie!" At this moment, Xue Wuxian suddenly seemed to understand the essence of his life and the value of existence, and in just three words, he was filled with endless loyalty, which was not to any emperor, not to any country, but to Father-in-law.

At this moment, he completely changed from a minister to a domestic slave, and a generation of swordsmen became a servant of a eunuch. What the father-in-law paid was not a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, not a lot of beautiful women, what he paid was just a little hope in a desperate situation.

Xue Wuxian was like a fighter in captivity under his father-in-law, dissipating the "ashes of co-killing" that continued to consume the soul mist, and when the soul mist dried up, it would consume flesh and blood life, and picked up the long knife that should have belonged to him.

The moment the handle of the knife was held by his hand, the long knife made a soft sound in the scabbard of Hei Ananmu, and the sound made Xue Wuxian stunned, and then surprised, he didn't expect that at this moment, even God was helping him.

He didn't even bother to see what that long knife was like, the light weapon that revitalized the sect.

The long knife is unsheathed.

The powerful ice qi of Yuan Ying Yi Heavy swept through the hall like a blizzard, and the gray-blue wind and snow turned into flowing clouds and mist, almost completely obscuring everyone's vision.

"Huh!" even Wen Du let out a sigh of surprise with a little admiration.

"Awesome! Lord Xue!" Among the generals, there is even more sycophancy.

At this time, Xue Wuxian couldn't hear these sycophants at all, and suddenly understood that none of the real swordsmen in this world could hear the messy sycophants, and the lost Yuanying realm made him use the ups and downs of half his life and the depravity and destruction of the entire Divine Sword Gate at the cost of a little true knowledge and a little enlightenment, that is, the power of the swordsman comes from himself but does not belong to himself.

Almost all of the swordsmen's strength is cultivated, and the increase of the Battle Soul Beasts on them is only a pitiful one, of course, the speed of their cultivation is much faster than that of the Fist Fighters who rely on the Battle Soul, because they can sacrifice their entire lives to a thin, easy-to-learn and easy-to-specialize swordsmanship.

But in fact, their power belongs to the sky, to the country, to what they want to save with their lives, this thing must be higher than life, in order to make the swordsman have the consciousness of sacrificing his life and fighting, and when he sacrifices his life to fight, the swordsman's swordsmanship can transform and become a real "sword skill".