In the face of such a sword, the original Liu Gonggong is afraid that he will kneel, and it will be almost the same if he kneels in seconds. But alas, this sword miscalculated the opponent.

Facing a high-sensitive, high-speed, high-hidden, and high-explosive assassin-type master, anyone has a headache. Only Mr. Yang's accurate and seamless ultimate perception can be hard and supreme in an all-dark environment.

Even if the level of Prajna Gong is at the seventh layer, Yang Qi's perception is not as good as Teacher Yang. The difference is not in the hard ability of the five senses of hearing and hearing, but in a certain kind of mysterious talent. But she also has her own way, that is, just like the last time she dealt with Xiaolongnu, as long as she set up a trap to dig a pit, seize the opportunity to grab the opponent's limbs so that the other party could not escape, and the rest will be flattened and kneaded as you like here.

In an instant, Yang Qi, who originally seemed to be captivated by this black and white world and couldn't react, suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed it behind him. The five fingers are like a dragon, the last hair comes first, snap, the black and white world fades like a tide, and she has firmly grasped the biggest flaw in this sword.

"Huh?!" A hoarse and low exclamation came from behind, and Yang Qi flashed the blade of the sword in an instant, and his five fingers firmly grasped the hilt of the thin sword.

The berserker has caught the thief, so what else is there to say?

But Yang Qi frowned, because she didn't catch what she should have caught - the assassin's hand. His mind was turning, and Yang Qi found that although there was no hand on the hilt of the sword, it was not weak and powerless, and there must be a reason for it. She pulled her arm towards herself, and the dragon elephant was almost able to pull out the mountain. But the assassin reacted quickly after a moment of shock, only to hear a crisp click, and Yang Qi only felt a light in his hand. The sword fell into her hands as if it had been disconnected from something.

The traps on the rapier are all weirdly changing—but do you think this will deal with me?

A snap of time. A snap of the fingers. A snap of the fingers. Yang Qi flicked his fingers and flicked the sword in his hand backwards as it was. The finger force burst out, and the thin sword exploded, and the whole thing broke through the air like a shuttle. Ding, the sound of gold and iron, the hilt of the sword hit something, and a muffled snort came out behind him.

It's now! Yang Qi turned around in a staggered step, twisting his waist and twisting his heels. The right fist turns and slams with a thousand powers!

His eyes shot a divine light, and his fist tore through the air, and the blow slammed forward with a violent roar like an earthquake.

Well, the world of black and white reappeared, and the assassin once again used a special ability to turn this small world into abstraction, oppression, and obscurity. The Assassin himself, on the other hand, was hidden behind the curtain of the black-and-white world, unable to find a specific location. Invisible killing machines are everywhere, and this black and white world feels no less than the most grotesque and weird horror films, which people dare not touch.

But Yang Qi did not relent, but with absolute confidence. Slammed the punch into the world of black and white.

The confrontation in the spiritual realm is a narrow encounter - the brave wins!

Click. The black-and-white world is like a screen that has been hit, and suddenly cracks into thick lines like cobwebs. Under the heavy punch, a heavy amount of air was pushed and compressed, like a boulder smashed into the surface of the lake, setting off churning waves. Boom, thunderous explosion, the carp in the pond panicked and desperately swam far away, and the wind by the Liuzhu pond swayed the grass and trees. There was a bang, the fallen leaves were flying, and the black and white world was shattered into fragments and dissipated, turning into dust.

In the chaos, the light and shadow flickered, and then there was no sound.

"Hmph, it's slippery. Yang Qi waved his sleeves, and sixty years of hard work calmed the aftermath, and the Liuzhu Pond returned to calm. She looked at the empty courtyard in front of her, and the assassin had truly retreated this time.

Through this confrontation, Yang Qi discovered that the black and white world was still a little different from the vision of the Heavenly King, which did not come from the spiritual cultivation of the assassins, but was inspired by some special items or equipment.

Because the Assassin's own spiritual cultivation was still far from producing the vision, this black and white world was much more jerky and stiff than the real Heavenly King's vision. But on the flip side, it's not entirely without benefits. After being smashed into the black and white world by Yang Qi's fist infused with spiritual will, most of the backlash was borne by special equipment, and the assassin himself only suffered a small part of the spiritual impact. If not, how could the other party escape.

"The last time in Shaolin Temple, the laughing monk used the thousand-year-old incense of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to perform a finger of Zen, which was very similar to the vision of the king. This time, another assassin did it with the help of a special item, and it seems that the three thousand avenues have the same end. The two martial arts worlds are not incapable of borrowing each other's short and long. ”

Yang Qi picked up the thin sword, and when the assassin fled, he had no strength left to take it again, giving Yang Qi a chance to study the other party.

This rapier has a strange style, and it is better to say that it is a sword than a thorn the length of a short sword. The hilt of the sword has a special structure and has a buckle mechanism. Yang Qi took the thin sword in his hand and turned around, and studied its center of gravity, balance, and power point thoroughly. It's a hidden blade that sits in your sleeve when you're not using it, and catapults it out when you need it, and doesn't even use your hands to pick it up.

"No wonder, this assassin is really cautious, and he is indeed a master of this way. But apart from the fact that the length and size are very different, how can this thin sword make me feel so familiar?, why did the four big words 'Assassin's Creed' suddenly pop up in my head?" Yang Qi took the thin sword and looked at it for a moment, and finally put it away casually.

Forget it, anyway, the other party is trying to find Liu Gonggong's bad luck, and I have no interest in setting up a beam for Liu Gonggong. Now that there are so many things going on, it's not the turn of the Assassin to be prioritized.

When the guards heard the sound and rushed over, Yang Qi turned back into Yang Gonggong. She rebuked them with a grim face, ordering them to catch the Assassin as soon as possible. The guards nodded again and again in a cold sweat, but they didn't know that Yang Gonggong was just pretending to say a few words casually, and he didn't intend to be accountable at all. She had more important things to do, and after arranging everything, she quickly left the palace.

On the other side, when Gonggong Yang left the palace, the entire forbidden palace was about to fry.

Ciyuan Hall caught fire, Empress Nalan was assassinated, and the news spread throughout the harem with a team of urgently dispatched guards. At this moment, among the concubines, there are those who are frightened, those who are worried, and those who are worried that the big thick legs that have been hugged will suddenly break off and those who are anxious. Of course, there are also many cursers who secretly hate in their hearts, "What, not dead? Why is that assassin so useless! Everyone, kill the old immortal quickly, this palace is rewarded!"

Song Lizong's concubines are too insecure, for example, the red, yellow and blue concubines said that they entered the cold palace and entered the cold palace, which made every concubine tremble on thin ice. Only the queen has been safe and sound for more than ten years, so there is no concubine who does not want to compete for the queen's throne. Of course, those who think about how to be the queen are only a handful at the top, and those newcomers who have not been in the palace for a long time and have not even met the emperor once have nothing to do with this matter.

For example, Chu Yunluo, she didn't think about those things at all.

Her only thought now was: Daddy, this is different from what she planned!

Ahem, let's take a moment to pay attention to Chu Da Beauty. Her original plan was to gain the emperor's favor and love before entering the palace. Step by step, step by step, enter the court with a sealed body, and as soon as you come up, you will be a head taller than other new concubines, and you will have more opportunities to gain favor. Then she will first quickly gain favor by virtue of her appearance and talent, and then use her wisdom and courage to carve out a territory among the concubines.

Even how to buy people's hearts and how to prevent assassination are properly planned. It can be said that the plan prepared by the Chu family can be read as a harem script.

As long as the plan can be carried out smoothly, she will be able to enjoy the glory and luxury of herself. At the same time, it can also be Ze family, making the Chu family a big relative. When the time comes, the wind and the rain will be rainy, as long as you stretch out your hand, the dreamy days will be at your fingertips - Yang Guifei and Wu Meiniang are her role models!

But what about now?

The emperor did not make a special decree for himself at all, but invested all his glory on that wonderful idiot. Ironically, I watched her play A Chinese Ghost Story a few days ago, when I was sitting and she was acting. didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, she would directly seal the concubine, and she just entered the palace as an ordinary show girl. When Ciyuan Hall saw the ceremony, it was her turn to sit and kneel herself.

Up and down, respectful and humble, the speed of change is really fast and makes people feel absurd.

That's it, the key is that it has been more than half a month since he entered the palace, and it is time for the emperor to start to celebrate the new concubines one by one. The new concubines, no matter before or after, lined up one by one, and they can always climb onto the dragon bed. As long as the emperor sees me, there is still the possibility of counterattack, and there is a chance to pull the deviated plan back on track. But who knows, in the past half a month, the emperor has been busy with government affairs every day (he was forced to do something to cover for Gonggong Yang), and he almost didn't come to the harem. Later, he was no longer busy with government affairs, and he only favored Miao Guifei, and never recruited a second person to sleep.

It's been so long, don't say anything to open up the situation, I haven't even seen the emperor's face. is obviously peerless, but he can only fight the compound with other concubines, and he doesn't even have an exclusive bedroom. Look around, only the little maid who came with him is a confidant, and the other subordinates have their own ghosts. And the number of palace maids and eunuchs directly under them together does not exceed that of gourd babies. Yesterday, I went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to ask for some incense, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs actually gave this side a face, insisting that there was no.

has become a concubine above 10,000 people, but the quality of life has dropped greatly, and it is far less than when she was a talented woman. This kind of day has never happened, and there is no hope at all!

――If Chu Yunluo had fallen in the past, he must have begun to be anxious now. But since the tragic encounter with Jia Tengying in Niang Ma Temple, her mentality has calmed down a lot. Jia Tengying's devilish words have gradually forgotten like a dream in the past, and she will not wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. But the impact of that incident did not disappear, but was buried as deep as a seed, so deep that even she didn't notice it. (To be continued......)

PS: Nalan was originally the surname of the nobles of the Jin Kingdom, and it is common sense that the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty could not have made the nobles of the Jin Kingdom the queen. This book is written on purpose, and it's a pitfall, but I don't know if I'll bury it again, so I'll explain it here.