The Seventh Prince was in mid-air, and the hundreds of red threads in the sleeves of the chief manager had broken through the air, and he had nowhere to hide.

No matter how clumsy he is and how strong his internal force is, before this embroidery strength that can penetrate steel into iron, he is destined to have only one result, that is, his legs are pierced by embroidery needles, and then he falls to the ground, kneels, prostrates, and wails.

That's what the chief thinks, and so do the three hundred guards.

And Xia Ji, who was in extreme motion, also responded, his left hand suddenly stood in front of his chest, showing a one-handed salute, this action made his whole person suddenly seem to be still.

Obviously, he was rushing very quickly, but the whole person was suddenly in a state of extreme quiet.

Between the extreme movement and stillness, a mysterious magic power brewed, which made people unable to understand and unable to take their eyes off.

But at this moment, his body "swelled" in a circle, and black Buddha light erupted from his tens of thousands of pores, constructing a double Ming King's Dharma Appearance three feet above his body.

His face was angry, he was carrying fierce fire, holding a bright sword in his right hand, and a pitch-black silk rope in his left hand, slashing three thousand troubles with his sword, and imprisoning three thousand demons, invulnerable, invulnerable, invulnerable.

This is the body of the immovable king.

The red thread embroidery broke through the air, stirring up the sound of cracking silk in the short space, and then, all the cold rays poured into Xia Ji's legs.

But all this cold light only touched the Dharma phase three feet away, as if it hit the hardest substance in the world, making a series of "ding, ding, ding" crisp sounds.

The needles fell one after another, and they were all broken.

As a result, the chief manager was shocked, the Sunflower Treasure Book is invincible, but what is the Black Buddha Dharma of the Seventh Highness? How can it be possible to defend against the embroidery strength of the Sunflower Treasure Book?

Xia Ji's speed did not slow down, and after a thought, King Ming's sword law had already slashed towards the door of the chief manager.

Although the chief manager was stunned, he was always a close attendant of the Son of Heaven, and he didn't know how many assassinations he had blocked for the Son of Heaven.

He moved back suddenly, and with the ghostly speed of the Sunflower Treasure Book, he forcibly pulled a remnant backwards, moving a foot away.

Sword slashes the afterimage.

Remnant shatters.

The Great Bright Sword risked passing through the door of the Grand Chief, breaking through his air shield, leaving a shallow blood mark on his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Obviously, the chief manager is much more powerful than Grandpa Mei.

Xia Ji just landed, his left hand had suddenly grabbed thirty-three prayer beads, the prayer beads and the black silk rope just overlapped, as soon as he closed his eyes, a thought, his heart moved at will, his hand moved with his heart.

Then he launched the rosary.

The rosary overlaps with the left hand of the Ming King, presenting two clear and frozen phantoms in mid-air.

Then the rosary disappeared, and so did the silk cord,

The palm of Xia Ji's left hand showed a fine golden bright spot,

This bright spot is growing at a speed that the human visual nerve can just perceive.

From a point to nail size,

and then to the size of a palm,

Circles of electricity spread out at a speed,

Until it turned into a golden swastika that quickly became bigger and swirled!

The chief steward had seen the golden swastika coming, and he wanted to dodge, but his body could not keep up with his thoughts, because it was all too fast, so fast that he could see but not react, and could only watch in horror at the golden swastika that filled his eyes, until he could no longer see the imperial city, and he could not see anything else.

Boom!

The swastika struck the chief manager, and the golden light instantly drilled into his body.

The Grand Steward stayed where he was.

Wait until everything is gone.

The Grand Steward had fallen to his knees, and a layer of golden light was bound under his skin, and with each struggle, the golden light stirred, and the restraint tightened a little more.

Xia Ji stepped on the snow and walked towards the general manager.

Syllable.

The servant of the Son of Heaven finally lost his balance, was bound by this invisible force, and fell down in front of Xia Ji, his face hit the ground, and blood flowed.

Gonggong Mei in the distance was dumbfounded, he thought that the chief manager might not be the opponent of His Royal Highness the Seventh, but he didn't think that he would be captured after only one move.

Although the chief manager didn't do his best, did the Seven Highnesses do his best?

The guards in front of the city gate couldn't believe it, was this really the Seven Princes who had been imprisoned in the Scripture Pavilion for more than two years?

Such a domineering posture...

Xia Ji walked up to the chief steward and looked down on the attendant, who jerked up his boots.

Syllable.

A foot had already stepped on the head of the Grand Chief.

The chief manager's eyes showed a vicious look, and he still wanted to struggle, but each struggle could only make the golden light restrain a few points tighter, and even strangled his meridians, making him feel like he had been abolished at this time.

Xia Ji said: "I ask, you answer." ”

The chief manager snorted coldly, he was also careless, because he didn't expect the Seven Princes to be so powerful, and he didn't expect that he could be caught by a person who practiced the Sunflower Treasure Book, and at this time he screamed: "People who cultivate Buddhism, be compassionate, you have been reciting Buddhist scriptures for two years, and your methods are so cruel, aren't you afraid of polluting your state of mind?"

Click.

A thought moves.

The golden light under the legs of the chief manager suddenly contracted, and although the leg bones had already been boiled like steel, they were still directly deflated under the restraint of this golden light.

The pain struck suddenly, and even the chief steward couldn't help but howl miserably, "Ahhh!!h

Xia Ji didn't have any mercy in his heart, if he had mercy, it would be to hand the dagger to his opponent, that was the woman's benevolence, he stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two years, just like the monkey who was suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain for two years.

Sun Monkey is still led by someone to go to the West Heaven and achieve positive results, but what about himself? He also has someone to lead him, but he is led to die.

If he hadn't been able to lift the "mountain", he would have been a wasted man who had been used by the royal family from beginning to end.

Xia Ji didn't explain either.

just said lightly: "Say nonsense again, that's your hands." If you have broken legs, you can still make embroidery strong in a wheelchair, but if you have broken hands, then you are really a useless waste, aren't you, Boss?"

The chief steward was covered in sweat, trembling all over, and his face was pale.

Xia Ji continued: "If you understand, you will nod, and if you don't understand, you will scold twice." ”

The chief manager listened to this calm voice, and felt a chill rise in his heart, and he gasped for breath while nodding hurriedly.

"Tiger Talisman, where is the right seal?"

"It's in my arms. ”

Xia Ji directly bent down, and after a little fumbling, he took out a complete metal tiger talisman, as well as a jade seal wrapped in red silk cloth.

He put it in his arms casually, and then showed a gentle smile: "Very well, you see, the trust between us has been established, right?"

This mildness made the atmosphere around feel a little more relaxed.

Xia Ji suddenly asked, "How did my mother die?"

The chief manager was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the Seventh Prince to ask this, he was just about to speak.

Xia Ji interrupted him directly: "Don't say that you were assassinated and died, you will have your hands broken." ”

The chief steward's mouth was open, but he couldn't say any more, because he was originally going to say that he had been assassinated, and even the story about the assassination had long been seamless and could withstand anyone's verification.

Seeing that he was silent, Xia Ji suddenly asked, "Did Concubine Wan kill her?"

The chief manager subconsciously shook his head.

Xia Ji's voice paused, and he suddenly smiled gently: "Is that the Son of Heaven killed?"

The chief manager was stunned.