The furious momentum swept through the sky, and the bone-chilling cold froze the heavens and the earth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Everywhere you look, you'll see flying snowflakes and endless snow and ice. Zhang Zhilin's angry blow was so earth-shattering, Ning Yue couldn't imagine what kind of desperate gamble he had to make such a terrible offensive.

The strength flowed, and the internal force that had long been depleted once again absorbed Ning Yue's origin. With Ning Yue's state at the moment, she was powerless to resist Zhang Zhilin's furious blow. Can't activate the Qin Heart Sword Spirit, can't activate the Divine Soul Illusory, and even the Qinglian Sword Qi can't emit the slightest.

The only thing Ning Yue could do was to send out a move that even the usual level of skill could not reach. Ning Yue knew very well in her heart that this finger was powerless to resist Zhang Zhilin's icy true qi. Maybe...... is not willing to be defeated, even if he wants to die, he must die decently.

The fingers are agitated, converging at the fingertips, and the dazzling white light is like a shining star. Faced with this white fog that seemed to engulf the entire world, Ning Yue suddenly felt how ridiculous her actions were.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering loud bang was so deafening in the silent world. Zhang Zhilin was shocked, and in an instant, the phantom of the divine soul on his body exploded and turned into smoke and dust in the sky. With the shattering of the Divine Soul Illusory Shadow, the icy true qi that fell from the sky also dissipated like clouds blown away by the wind.

"Whew-"

White light flashed like a meteor streaked across the sky. When Zhang Zhilin's soul was shattered, a white light seemed to pass through the meteorite of the waves and hit Zhang Zhilin's chest fiercely. A blood-red flower exploded on the chest, and the spiritual platform was three inches, impartial.

Ning Yue was stunned, he couldn't figure out why, as if suddenly the gods were favoring. Zhang Zhilin's Divine Soul Illusory Shadow shattered so suddenly, as if at a critical moment, he deliberately opened his chest and gave up all resistance to meet the death given by Ning Yue.

Zhang Zhilin lowered his head slightly, and the blood in his chest was already surging like a fountain. He turned around stiffly and looked at He Quanquan behind him with a face full of disbelief. opened his mouth and squeezed out two words with difficulty: "Brother He-"

Congratulations throughout the year, and the ten perfect old people of the Tenshogunate congratulate the whole year. At this moment, he is still gray-haired, still about to rotten wood, and still ...... I don't feel the slightest breath of a living person. But the moment she saw He Quanquan, Ning Yue suddenly became short of breath.

Because on He Quanquan's wheelchair, which seemed to be about to fall apart, two cannon ports suddenly appeared. The muzzle of the cannon was only arm-thick, but it emitted a faint green smoke. Is this a mortar, a grenade, or a bazooka? Ning Yue didn't know, but the only thing he knew was that it would be a revolution in artillery.

"Brother He...... I'm ...... after all After all, it's still ...... Still is...... Dead in the throat of ......" Zhang Zhilin, like a leaky bellows. Every word was said with such difficulty, and the sound of rapid breathing gradually muffled the voice. Finally, Zhang Zhilin slowly came down and knelt down in front of He Quanquan without a sound.

"This is what you owe me...... It's paid off now!" He Niannian's hoarse voice whimpered a little, and when he saw Zhang Zhilin really die, he couldn't help but cry in his cloudy eyes.

"Mr. He...... This is ......" Ning Yue staggered over, but in his eyes, there were only these two pocket-sized weapons, but their power was no worse than artillery. This is a single weapon, a flexible individual weapon. If each of the soldiers of the Great Zhou has such a ...... Ning Yue didn't dare to imagine this picture. Ning Yue didn't know, if this was the case, would there still be martial arts in the world?

"Lord Ghost Fox, please step forward and ......" He Niannian gently took out a golden token from his arms. This is his gold medal and a symbol of his status and authority in the Tenshogunate.

Ning Yue gently took it from He Quanquan's trembling hand, and suddenly, he felt that this gold medal was extremely heavy.

"Unwrap Rune Compression ......"

Ning Yue was a little hesitant, but she still put the gold medal close to her forehead. In an instant, the river was overturned. The endless words seemed to jump up and rush into his mind. The vastness is like the stars, it seems like a moment, and it seems like a thousand years. When Ning Yue came back to her senses again, the sunshine in the westward slope of the sky sprinkled on He Quanquan's body like Buddha light.

"My lord, I was entrusted by the Emperor to perfect the benefits of artillery. In the past 20 years, nothing has been accomplished, and he has earned the false reputation of a perfect old man despite the trust of the first emperor. Five years ago, when the Tenshogunate was destroyed, I began to painstakingly develop artillery.

Maybe it's because of the lost East and the occasional gain, but I, a waste person, have made many progress in the development of artillery. I thought about revenge, but in the end, the cannon was used against my most trusted brother.

It is the fault of subordinates to know people and not know people, and it is also the fault of subordinates who are destroyed by the entire army of the Tenshogunate. My lord, I have handed over all this Zhenlong artillery to my lord, and I hope that my lord will return to Beijing for me before the spirit of the first emperor......"

"It's better for you to go to the first emperor for revenge, the imperial court has this killing weapon, and it will definitely be able to sweep through the eight directions of the universe. Mr. He has captured this merit, the merit is in the community, and the benefits are in the Qianqiu, please accept Ning Yue's worship!"

"Hahaha......" He Niannian suddenly laughed loudly, laughing so tearfully that "How can I have the face to go back to Beijing?" Because of me, the Shuzhou Tianshogunate was annihilated, because of me, the imperial court is afraid that Emei will be helpless again...... My lord, it is not a lie that my subordinates said before that they could send you out of Shuzhou silently.

The last time I was drunk by an adult, my subordinates have been empowered by hanging pots. During this time, his subordinates controlled the birds and redrew a map of the major exits of Shuzhou. I was lucky to find a Shu road that had not yet been discovered by Emei. It's just that Shu Dao is dangerous, and even with the peerless martial arts of adults, it may not be able to survive it all.

But compared to waiting for death here, the subordinates thought ...... My lord...... Still is...... Still is...... It's worth ......" As he spoke, a large lump of blood erupted from He Quanquan's mouth, clumps of crumbling internal organs.

"Mr. He-" Ning Yue's face changed greatly, and she hurriedly pressed a palm on He Quanquan's chest. Under the induction of internal force, Ning Yue's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. He Quan's internal organs have been shattered.

"Your Excellency...... Those who operate the Zhenlong artillery must be physically strong, and preferably have martial arts. Otherwise, the force of the shock is very bearable. My lord, that map is in my arms, and I hope that you will destroy it as soon as you read it. Just leave Shuzhou tonight, my lord...... You are no longer alone, you are concerned with the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the thousand-year-old inheritance, the secret of artillery...... Be sure to ......"

He Quanquan was still dead, and he closed his eyes when he looked at Zhang Zhilin who was kneeling dead in front of him in the sunset. Ning Yue straightened up lightly and took out the map from He Quanquan's arms. The red line on the map is the route out of Shuzhou drawn by He Quanquan.

If Zhang Zhilin hadn't been so impatient, if He Quanquan hadn't been blinded by hatred, if they had thought about it earlier, all of this would not have happened.

The internal force flowed, shattering the map and turning into fluttering butterflies flying away. In the sun, the butterflies are dyed golden so beautiful. Looking at the snow behind her, as well as the two lonely graves buried by the snow, Ning Yue sighed softly and slowly descended the mountain road.

Set off overnight and return to Beijing to resume his life, which is He's entrustment throughout the year. But Ning Yue planned to go to Xiaoyin Village once and leave with Ye Xunhua. This time, Ye Xunhua accompanied him into Shuzhou, so he naturally wanted to take him out with him. Because of himself, he narrowly escaped several times. Ning Yue suddenly felt that the word friend was so extravagant to herself.

Thinking about it, Ning Yue suddenly shuddered and stopped. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, so abrupt in this world of birds and flowers. Ning Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she gently took steps and cautiously leaned down the mountain.

Just turned a mountain road, Ning Yue had to pause. On the mountain road in front of him, there were several corpses of the Ten Factions Alliance. When Huo Tianxuan blew himself up, these surviving half-step masters of the unity of heaven and man retreated, but they didn't expect that at this moment, they all died here.

There were no other wounds on the corpse, only the red mark on the throat. There was no fear, no surprise, no surprise on every face, as if they were collectively asleep. But at this moment, Ning Yue's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

None of them are weak, and each of them has a half-step peerless combat power of the unity of heaven and man. Even if you want to leave so many of them behind, it will take a little effort, let alone kill them so silently and lightly.

Suddenly, Ning Yue's pupils shrank suddenly. On the stone next to the corpse, a woman in a long cyan dress sat on the edge of a cliff and looked at the mountains and clouds in the distance, drinking lonely. Ning Yue didn't know when she came, nor how long she had been here, as if she was supposed to be where she was in the first place, originally one of the landscapes.

The green silk is like a waterfall, slightly scattered with the breeze. The delicate back can make any man in the world have a fluttering imagination. But in the bottom of Ning Yue's heart at this moment, there was only one word - escape! In such a scene, such a stunning woman appeared. In any case, it is not what Ning Yue should face at this moment.

As soon as his thoughts flashed through his heart, endless qi appeared around Ning Yue's body as if in all directions. That kind of qi machine is not at all that Ning Yue can break free at this moment. The skill he had just mentioned dissipated in an instant, and a helpless wry smile appeared on his face.

"Junior Ning Yue, I've seen my senior!"

Although the woman's back is so wonderful, although there is still a faint fragrance of the woman wafting in the air. But Ning Yue still lowered her posture and called her senior. A person whose martial arts are so high that he can't even give birth to a resistance mentality...... What is not a senior?

The woman's body exuded a deep sadness, and she still raised her head and drank the wine one by one. It seems to be to drink the loneliness and loneliness in my heart along with the wine. The sea of clouds in the distance is very monotonous, but it seems to be really beautiful in the eyes of the woman.

Ning Yue watched the woman repeat the same movements in a daze, just like a woman looking at a sea of clouds. Suddenly, the woman sighed softly and slowly put down the flask that had been brought to her lips. Turning his face slightly, he revealed a snow-white neck and a pink face.

The bright red lips opened gently, and he spit out a mellow but lazy and charming voice like a rose, "You call me senior?"