The wind and snow flew rapidly, flying along the few vague figures, flying horizontally in the air in a clockwise direction, gradually connecting into countless lines, which looked like the wool woven into a ball in the boudoir of a private house, or the cocoon silk spit out by the Jiangnan chūn silkworm, turned into a round ball, covering all the figures in it that were in a moment of crisis.

This white snow ball was not stationary, but retreated towards the Tai Chi Hall behind the snow at an extremely fast speed, and I don't know what kind of thoughts the strong people inside used to ensure that the fast-spinning snow silk was not blown into a piece of loose snow by the strong wind.

Previously, when Wang Shisanlang and Begonia swept out of the Taiji Palace, they opened two doors, and the Taiji Hall at this time was like a giant beast composed of yīn shadows, opening its mouth, ready to swallow the round and huge snowball into its belly, and it was dark inside.

It's just that the door of the temple is not fully open, and the mouth is too small, so when the snowball floats to the main gate of the Taiji Palace, the volume is even larger than the temple gate. The snowball quickly hit the door of the temple, but it was unusually strange that there was no sound, and the wooden doors carved with intricate ornaments were instantly destroyed by the killing intent carried by the snowball's roundness, and the battle intent was destroyed, and the deep scars into the wood were instantly generated, and they scattered like a withered and decayed body.

Ten thousand years of time may be so quietly ruined, but this thing composed of snow silk has also produced such a powerful effect, what should have been a weak snowflake, in the high-speed rotation, became like countless sharp steel knives, cutting through the space of the zài.

The terrifying effect was naturally due to the fact that the great master in that space had already exerted his peak realm at this moment.

............ The snowball broke through the air all the way, flew over the long royal road, and crashed under the royal platform, the sound happened again, and the snowball burst open, and the snowflakes sneered towards the four hundred and eight directions like sharp arrows, and the entire Taiji Hall began to tremble timidly, and the girder showed no signs of breaking, but the beautiful palace decoration was all smashed into rubble!

Several figures came out violently, Wang Shisanlang and Haitang flew into the debris, blood spurted wildly, and Shisanlang's arm had already turned into a silk of flesh and blood twisted together, and the meridians were broken.

The shadow of the last sword was stabbed, and he was prostrate in front of the royal platform in white clothes, with blood under his head, and he didn't move at all, he didn't know life or death, and the sword he held in his hand was weakly held in his hand, and there was a blood stain left on the tip of the sword.

However, this plain sword was not able to break through the blood barrier at the root of the emperor's thigh, in this case, the shadow stabbed out of the killing sword, obviously had pierced into the flesh and blood of the emperor's majesty, but from outside the palace to the palace, the heaven and earth shook, the wind and things moved everywhere, the tip of the sword was trembling and could not tremble a little, and it could not move an inch, until it was finally shocked out of His Majesty's body, in vain!

During this period of time, the Emperor Emperor relied on the true qi cultivation of Haohan Ruojiang Hai to release his domineering momentum with the meaning of the royal road, suppressing several people in the entire space in the realm of harmony, in this field, His Majesty's mind is the code of conduct, and no one can resist!

The figure of Ming Huang Sè looked so dazzling on this messy imperial platform, His Majesty was still standing upright, and he didn't look at the dragon chair that had turned into a pile of rotten wood behind him, his face was pale, and his hands outside his sleeves trembled slightly, although he was injured, he was still so invincible and invincible.

............ Crawling in front of the royal platform, a shadow like a dead fish suddenly moved, and he floated up like that, white-clothed Lingfeng, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and an extremely vicious sword stabbed towards His Majesty's throat.

A stab missed, this was a matter of course, the shadow's face was pale, mixed with blood and water, and spit out a word: "Retreat!"

When he handed out the last sword, his people had already fled backwards quickly, and the first sword had not been able to kill the emperor, so he would have no chance today. Although the shadow is bent on avenging Chen Pingping, who was slashed by a thousand knives, he is an assassin after all, even if he has the most vicious vision and the most stable state of mind among the four who entered the palace to assassinate him, he will naturally retreat if he misses a blow, he is just worried that the two seriously injured young masters will still fight with His Majesty the Emperor with their lives, so he shouted that.

The sound of this word still fell, and the three figures in the Taiji Hall that had become a mess roared through the air, rushing towards the outside of the hall, and the most lightly injured begonia flowers fell at the rear, and the flower cloth cotton jacket was unfurled, turning into a flower shadow, blooming in the dark space of the hall.

The moment the flowers disappeared, the three powerhouses of the Nine Grades also disappeared from the Taiji Palace. His Majesty the Emperor was still standing silently on the imperial platform, surprisingly did not pursue, as soon as the previous Supreme Strength Realm came out, the three strong men were seriously injured and could not recover, at this time escaping the main hall is already the end of the strong crossbow, if the emperor makes a move at this time, he must kill these three people very lightly.

His Majesty the Emperor didn't move, he just quietly lowered his head, spread his hands, felt the chill and pain coming from his neck, and looked at the flesh and blood on his chest that had been cut, oozing the blood stains of the Ming Huang Dragon Robe, and the bloody hole at the base of his thigh.

The clear pain came into his mind from three places, making this powerful emperor a little stunned, how long has it been since I was injured......? In the face of a few young people, I was actually injured?

The emperor stretched out his left hand and wiped it on his chest, looking at the blood on the white palm, frowning slightly, feeling tired uncontrollably, and asking himself in his heart for the first time, could it be that I am really old?

A palpitating chill flashed in his eyes, he knew very well that the four people who shot today were very clear, An Zhi naturally didn't need to mention much, this kid was able to force out the sword qi out of his body today, and his talent and diligence were really good, and the shadow had been following the old dog, but he had been hiding in the emperor's space, and the number one assassin in the world was really good.

As for the two closed disciples of Kuhe and Sigu Sword, Emperor Xià is no stranger, although he has not seen Begonia Blossoms, but he knows this Northern Qi saintess very well, knowing the relationship between her and Fan Xian, His Majesty even moved the idea of letting Fan Xian marry this woman. Wang Shisanlang...... The scene on Dadong Mountain made His Majesty the Emperor remember it in his heart and appreciate it.

In addition to the shadow, the three young people who are so sè will undoubtedly be the most amazing people in the world in the future, and the emperor of the current rì Qi assassination, although defeated, is still defeated so vigorously, the emperor can't help but appreciate it, and he doesn't have murderous intent.

The emperor slowly walked out of the quiet Taiji Palace, walking step by step, slowly combing the domineering true qi that had begun to have traces of instability in his body, his face was indifferent, his eyes were extremely cold, and he quietly looked at the palace gate in the front of the imperial city that had been successfully opened by Fan Xian and several people.

He didn't care how Fan Xian was able to open the palace gate under the noses of the forbidden army and the guards, nor did he worry about these thorns in his bones, and reminded him with youthful pride that his aging enemies would disappear into the sea of people.

"Kill them all. The emperor calmly opened his mouth and commanded, as if recounting a common matter, so confidently and coldly decided the life and death of the young and powerful men who had just escaped from the palace, and then he took a brand new, clean dragon robe from the hand of Eunuch Yao, who had just arrived at the gate of the palace, and began to change clothes.

............ The shadow retreated the fastest, he grabbed Fan Xian, who was in a semi-comatose in the snow, snorted, and forced the mouthful of blood that surged up in his body, like a bird, floating towards the direction of the palace gate. Behind him, Wang Shisanlang followed behind in a strange manner, and the begonia flowers, who had already taken off their floral cotton jacket and were dressed in plain clothes, followed calmly behind.

At this time, all four of them were slightly or seriously injured, and it had become an unsuccessful task to climb over the palace wall, so they had to rush towards the palace gate. However, everyone knows that the palace gate opposite the Taiji Hall is the most heavily defended place in the entire imperial city, but the shadow broke through indifferently, and still did not hesitate, not because of Fan Xian's explanation, but also because he was from Dongyi City, he knew what was the most in the sword house.

When the muffled sound sounded, the guards of the forbidden army of the imperial city finally knew that there were assassins in the palace today, but the desperate struggle in the snow inside and outside the palace started too fast and ended too quickly, when the four strong figures rushed to the palace gate, a part of the masters in the forbidden army were converging towards the corner tower of the imperial city, and the forbidden army left at the palace gate only came to organize the formation, like a big net.

However, as soon as this net was first weaved, it was torn apart by the sword light that rose from Ling Tian, and the four sword lights that rose to the sky were born out of nowhere, twisting the forbidden army array at the palace gate into a big mess, the stumps flew wildly, the blood splashed wildly, and screamed!

The thirteen disciples of the Sword House in Dongyi City, except for the few people who were protected by the Fan Xian faction in Jiangnan to protect Su Wenmao and Xia Qifei, except for the few people who stayed in Dongyi City to settle the hearts of the army, a total of four Jiupin swordsmen came!

No one knows how these Nine Rank swordsmen sneaked into the palace secretly, but people know that the disciples of the Sword Lu shocked the world with killing intent, and carried out assassinations with the realm of Nine Grades, and no force in the whole world could resist except for the six places in charge of the shadow of the Supervision Yuan.

In just an instant, the forbidden army who could not react was killed, and the heavy palace gate was also opened a gap, in the angry howl of the forbidden army generals and guard squad duty, the four Jianlu disciples indifferently controlled the deep palace gate long road, and killed a very small space, supporting the four Fan Xian who escaped from the snow, from the direction of the Taiji Palace, like wisps of ghosts, flashed out of the gap in the palace gate, and rushed to the white and vast square in front of the imperial city.

Fan Xian received a finger from the emperor's majesty, his index finger was shattered, and his body was invaded by that powerful domineering true qi, if it weren't for the fact that the meridians in his body were different from ordinary people, and his cultivation was the same as Emperor Qing's true qi, I was afraid that under the finger of that heavy Dongshan, his whole person would be exploded.

But even though he survived, he still felt that countless holes had been made in the meridians, and inside and outside his body, like countless red wires, were swimming in his body, his state of mind sneered, and the unbearable pain pierced into his mind, and the instinct of human self-preservation made it easy for him to pass out in such intense pain.

However, Fan Xian couldn't be unconscious, because he knew that he hadn't escaped from the palace alive. His somewhat blurred vision had already seen the clear and violent sword intent released by those few Sword Lu disciples, and his brows furrowed painfully, because these Sword Lu disciples were not arranged by him, and he didn't think of dragging the Sword Lu into this muddy water at all.

The shadow is an old minister of the Supervision Yuan, Haitang is his woman, Thirteen Lang is his friend, and the three people who entered the palace and assassinated him are all Fan Xian's personal relationship, after all, this is a battle with the gentleman of His Majesty, and His Majesty can tolerate Fan Xian looking for these people to help, and he can guess it, but if Fan Xian uses the power of Dongyi City or even Northern Qi, I am afraid that this matter will be more troublesome.

What's even more troublesome is the quiet outside the palace at this time, the square in front of the imperial city in the snow, it is quiet as if there is no one. When the four disciples of the Sword Mansion also turned into shadows and escorted Fan Xian and the four of them to the snow in the square outside the imperial city with their swords, it seemed that the entire world could only hear the footsteps of their group, and it seemed so lonely.

This deathly silence is so eerie that anyone knows there's something wrong. Although Fan Xian did not mean to use the disciples of the Sword Mansion, the way out of the palace he arranged was the same as the choice of the shadow, and it was also the main gate of the imperial city that no one would have thought of. The reason why he chose the main gate of the imperial city was also because Fan Xian had deduced clearly in advance that he had entered the palace to negotiate with His Majesty, and the poisoning of He Zongwei in Kyoto should have broken out, and those civil officials would definitely come to knock on their grievances, and those stubborn imperial historians would kneel in the snow and exert endless pressure on His Majesty the Emperor.

This has been confirmed in Gonggong Yao's report last night, so at this moment, when Fan Xian and the others escaped from the main gate of the palace, they should have seen the officials with grief and anger on their faces, and heard the noisy discussions, Bai Xue had been trampled into a piece of mud, and the servants in the various mansions were hiding in the carriages in the streets and alleys in the distance, and the people who escaped from their line could take advantage of the chaos to escape, and even Fan Xian had already thought about how to snatch the carriages in the various mansions.

However, there was nothing, only the white expanse of the land was really clean, and the only thing they could see was the footprints and faint shadows left by their group on the snow, and the only thing they could hear was their own heavy gasps.

Everyone noticed the anomaly, and the palace gate in the rear had been slowly closed again, and the guards of the Forbidden Army inside were very surprisingly not pursued out. However, the shadow still had an indifferent face, and flew forward, knowing that there was something strange at the moment, knowing that this might be a trapping beast situation, but what else could everyone do?

The square in front of the imperial city is extremely majestic and spacious, it once accommodated 100,000 people during the military parade, three years ago there was a rebellion in Kyoto, Qin and Ye led the army to besiege the palace, and tens of thousands of troops were assembled here. And now on the thick snow, I can only see this line of people who have worked hard to kill from the palace, and they look so lonely and pitiful.

There was a series of slight noises from behind the right side of this lonely team, and the sporadic battles at the corner tower of the imperial city seemed to be over, and the Jiān Xi and assassins who had been planted in Nanqing for the longest time by the Northern Qi people had probably been swept away by the forbidden army, and at this time, two figures fell from the wall of the vermilion palace at the corner tower!

The imperial city is extremely high, and the speed at which the two figures fall is extremely fast, seeing that they are about to fall into the snow and end up with a broken bone and death, but unexpectedly, they heard a loud cry in the air, and a figure with a scimitar at his waist rushed out, which seemed to be chaotic on the palace wall, but in fact it was so wonderful that it was slashed, and each knife was cut down, leaving deep traces on the newly restored palace wall of Vermilion Sè.

That man wielded a pair of scimitars, which were extremely strong and could still maintain his body in the air, while the other man was obviously weaker in cultivation, and could only use the sword in his hand to insert the iron chain of the hilt of his companion.

It was just a few ups and downs, and the two figures fell heavily under the palace wall, and the burly strong man, who was not injured, grabbed his partner and ran towards the middle of the snow, looking at the whereabouts, it seemed that he was going to meet Fan Xian and his party.

These two people are the few remaining Nine Rank masters in Northern Qi, one of them is the closed disciple of Master Kuhe, the first master of the Northern Qi Palace, Wolf Tao, and the other is He Daoren!

At this time, Fan Xian and his party had already rushed to the middle of the vast snow, and suddenly found that there were suddenly more inexplicable companions, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

In order to cooperate with Fan Xian's actions, the little emperor of Northern Qi was willing to let his two most powerful generals sneak into Nanqing, which can really be said to be a lot of blood, but when Lord Wolf Tao first entered Kyoto, he didn't have time to play his true skills at all, and only had time to cooperate with the Jiān in the potential palace, and used the crossbow to defend the city with a sword, and then he could only watch the assassination in front of the Taiji Hall start and end.

The hero's shortness of breath is nothing more than this, a wolf peach with a pure and thick body, he didn't even cut down a knife to Emperor Qing, and was forced to escape from the imperial city by the forbidden army, and He Daoren beside him was injured in his foot, and he was only lifted in his hand.

............ "Don't run. Fan Xian, who had been held by the shadow in his hand, looked at the wolf peach who was gradually about to meet together, and said indifferently, his pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was not only surprised, but also had a ridiculous anger, why did people in the world always think that they could cooperate with everything they wanted to happen? Whether it was the appearance of the disciples of Jianlu or the wolf peach, Fan Xian's heart was cold, he had arranged for so long, and had been planning for so long, but at this moment, he suddenly lost his foundation, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

What made Fan Xian even more sad was the quietness of this Tiandi Square, where the group gathered on the snow in the middle of the square, not very far from the houses in front of them, and even closer to the T-junction in front of them, but everyone knew that there must be some unknown danger waiting for them in those places.

Fan Xian was defeated again in the hands of Emperor Lao Tzu, and the appearance of the two Northern Qi people, the disciples of Jianlu and Wolf Tao, made him have no excuse to save his life in the end, he didn't know that His Majesty the Emperor had issued an order to kill in the palace, and he didn't know that his mental battle could not succeed after all, and there was a faint exhaustion in his eyes.

The shadow stopped silently, and in this piece of wind and snow, Haitang wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, smiled slightly, walked to Fan Xian, who was sitting in the snow, squatted and said: "I said a long time ago, like you, you want to obey your brother's love and not go against your sister-in-law's wishes, it's really a very naïve idea." ”

"I just want to kill a few fewer people, it's a personal matter after all. Fan Xian smiled very reluctantly, sat in the snow, felt the chill of ice and snow coming from under his buttocks, and said: "If the shamelessness is extreme, there will be 10,000 people to worship." It's just that I can't do it, otherwise how could I have made such a show in the palace today?"

Wang Shisanlang walked to his side with his bloody arms slumped, and said in a shady voice: "At least you tried, although you failed, it was good." ”

Fan Xian spat a mouthful of blood on the snow beside him, gasped and said, "But I'm really afraid of death." Having said that, his eyes shone with a very rare light of tranquility and peace.

"Looks like you don't like my presence very much. Wolf Tao walked up to Fan Xian and said calmly: "It's just your personal enmity, in fact, it is also the personal enmity of our people, so my arrival has nothing to do with you...... Of course, I must admit that for the first time, I found out that this kind of thing has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation, and in this matter, I seem a little incompetent. ”

Wolf Tao glanced at his junior sister Begonia Duoduo, frowned at Fan Xian and said, "If Duoduo is willing to tell me about your plan, maybe today's ending will be different." ”

"Oh, the end may have been predestined a long time ago, and people have to believe in their fate...... However, if you can carry me out for a while, I won't say you're incompetent. Fan Xian smiled miserably, looked at Wolf Tao and said.

In such a white and quiet snowfield, this group of assassins who concentrated the strength of the most powerful people such as today chatted casually in the snow, and no one seemed to think that once the powerful and terrifying state plane of Qingguo began to besiege and kill, who would be able to escape?

The countless forbidden troops on the imperial city turned into layers of black lines, bows and arrows in hand, staring coldly at those assassins in the snow under the city, ready to shoot arrows at any time. Gong Dian squinted his eyes and stood in the middle, looking at the people in the snow, his heart was a little heavy, and he didn't know why Lord Xiao Fan could still laugh at this time.

At the same time as Fan Xian and the others were talking, the situation in the square in front of the imperial city had already changed, and there were many crossbow arrows and bows and arrows poking out of those seemingly ordinary residential buildings, and the arrows shining with cold light were like dense killing grass, aimed at the group of people in the middle of the snow!

And at the nearest T-junction, the thunderous hooves of horses slowly sounded, and more than 2,000 jīng sharp cavalrymen in iron armor sealed the place of death, leaving no passage to use.

Where can the iron cavalry charge, where can the physical body resist? It seems that all the qiē and qiē have come to a dead end, and there is no change that can change the occurrence of this qiē and delay the arrival of death.

Fan Xian squinted slightly, looking at the mighty cavalry at the T-junction, looking at Ye Chong, who was personally in front of the cavalry team, looking at the terrifying arrows on the second-story house, and looking at the dozens of ascetics who were wearing hats, extremely indifferent, but extremely fanatical in their hearts, he finally couldn't help but sigh.

It was his arrangement back then, and the prince's forbidden army purge operation began in those houses, and the Supervision Yuan cooperated with the black cavalry everywhere, and it was along the Zhengyang Gate all the way to the T-junction that cut off the rebel cavalry brigade alive, nailed Qin Heng alive in front of the imperial city, and cut off the old Qin family.

And now the arrangement of His Majesty the Emperor is also like that of himself three years ago, blocking any way of his life, it really seems that history is repeating itself, and I don't know if there is such a thing as retribution in the dark.

Encircling the point to send reinforcements, luring the enemy out of the cage, and sweeping away all the forces that dare to resist themselves in one fell swoop, this is a routine that the emperor has long been accustomed to, but the pearl and jade of Dadong Mountain are in front, and what is this kind of battle now?

"There's really nothing new. Fan Xian's eyes were a little dilated, and he muttered vaguely with blood, and then tilted his head very simply, and fainted in the arms of Begonia Duoduo, now he fought with Emperor Qing several times, and finally forced out the fingertip sword qi, but he was still no match for the supreme true qi of the emperor Xià, and was crushed by a finger, the loss of jīng Shen Zhenyuan had already reached the time when the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, and he could endure it until this time before fainting, which was already a very remarkable character.

The footsteps around the square sounded slowly and steadily, and the sound of horses' hooves was not a little slow, and I don't know how many Qingguo Jīng Rui soldiers approached from all directions of the square, gradually incorporating the middle of the snow into the arrow's range, and the dozens of ascetics wearing hats stood in front of the army, looking at these people indifferently, if the assassins could not be completely destroyed once the long arrow attacked, it was naturally the time for the iron cavalry and the ascetics to play.

At this time, among the group, except for the four strong people of Wolf Tao and Jianlu, there was no one intact, and in the face of such a powerful force suppression, everyone knew that they would not be able to escape at all. However, they have already entered the level of the ninth grade, except for Fan Xian, these people have already looked down on life and death, and no one has a trace of fear on their faces.

Wolf Tao and the four sword powerhouses glanced at each other, each understood what they should do, and nodded slightly, and then the first master of the Northern Qi Palace glanced back at Begonia Duoduo with pity, and found that the little junior sister did not have any parting and sad feelings on her face, just quietly hugged Fan Xian and smiled slightly.

Wolf Tao also smiled, looked at Fan Xian in Haitang's arms, shook his head and exclaimed: "At this time, he actually fainted so simply, how can people disobey him?"

............ His Majesty the Emperor, who had changed into a clean dragon robe, walked up the stone steps of the imperial city in silence, and the soldiers of the forbidden army who passed by all the way half-bent their knees and saluted, and none of them dared to look directly at the bright yellow sè. Eunuch Yao followed the emperor closely, and suddenly heard the emperor ask in a deep voice, "Why haven't you moved yet?"

"This ......" Eunuch Yao chuckled in his heart, not knowing how to respond. Of course, he knew that Emperor Xià had hated Xiao Fan to death at this time, but he knew better that His Majesty had also loved Xiao Fan to the bone over the years, especially after the death of His Royal Highness the Second Prince, His Majesty's love for Xiao Fan was known to the entire palace.

Especially when His Majesty Xià personally ascended the imperial city at this time, it made Gonggong Yao feel terrified, if it was just to besiege and kill those assassins outside the palace, His Majesty's arrangement was completely sufficient, why bother to come and see it in person? I'm afraid that I still don't want to give up in my heart...... "I want to see that rebel die in front of my eyes." The emperor didn't know if he could see what Eunuch Yao was thinking, so he said indifferently: "Release the arrow." ”

The Son of Heaven glanced at it, the horse was difficult to chase, and the arrow was released, so when the emperor's majesty was still walking on the wide stone steps of the imperial city, the arrows in the hands of those soldiers around the square were released, dense, and the thousands of arrow feathers whistling through the wind were like cockroaches, covering the sky and sheltering rì, and the snow in the middle of the square was about dozens of zhang square.

If Fan Xian was in good condition at this time, perhaps he could rely on the mental method that he had just comprehended, and swept straight for dozens of zhang to avoid this dense rain of soul-devouring arrows, but he had already passed out, and no one in the world could escape a rain of arrows.

At the moment before Qingjun sent the arrow, Wolf Tao shouted violently, his eyes were fierce, he grabbed Fan Xian's body in Begonia's arms, grabbed the iron chain between the two scimitars with one hand, danced the two scimitars into an impenetrable knife light, and rushed towards the nearest ascetics bravely!

............ Emperor Qing stepped on the imperial city with slow steps, wearing a dragon robe bright and yellow, his hands behind him were unusually stable, without a trace of trembling, his eyes were slightly deep, extremely indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

He looked at the blood-red sè on the snow in front of the imperial city, and the feather arrows scattered on the ground, and he was not moved in the slightest, his eyes shifted slightly, and then he saw Fan Xian, who was protected by everyone behind him, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and his brows furrowed slightly.

A dense rain of arrows, the four strong men of the sword house guarded in the four directions, with the strong nine products of cultivation, weaving a sword net, protecting the rest of the people in the sword net, I don't know how many arrows were broken and broken, but after all, manpower is sometimes poor, this is different from the time when the master of the three stones was killed by random arrows outside Kyoto, in Kyoto today, there are thousands of arrows, like rain falling on the earth, who can not get wet, who can not die?

After the rain of arrows, the four strong men of the Sword House had already been hit by several arrows, but they were still standing in all directions, with blood flowing on their bodies, and I don't know if these disciples who had inherited the violent and ruthless intent of the Sigu Sword would fall down in the next moment.

And He Daoren, who is on the edge of the sword net, has already been shè into a hedgehog, and he can't die anymore, thinking about how beautiful this nine-rank master of Northern Qi was back then, and now rì is so vulnerable in front of the powerful imperial power.

No matter how powerful an individual is, before a prosperous dynasty, he is still as helpless as an ant, unless this person is already so powerful that he is not human, such as a great grandmaster.

The rain of arrows stopped, and the wolf peach covered in blood also retreated, he had intended to protect Fan Xian and rush out, but after all, there was no way to break through the dense rain of arrows, and the two soul-devouring scimitars still had to retreat after killing the two ascetics, and there were two arrows on his right shoulder that could penetrate into the bone, and blood flowed down.

Haitang glanced at him, Wolf Tao didn't turn around, and said silently: "Your Majesty has an order, you must let him live." ”

At this time, everyone was injured and died, although they were all strong people who could dominate one side, but from the beginning, they could not condense into a rope and bravely break through, because looking at the formation of the Qingguo Imperial Court, from the beginning, there was no possibility for them to live.

............ The emperor calmly looked at the bloody scenes under the city, and after a moment of silence, he said softly, "Go on." ”

At the moment when the assassination of the Taiji Hall was over, His Majesty the Emperor finally felt relieved, and the invisible shackles that pressed on him were freed, so he regained his confidence and calm elegance, and began to arrange this qiē in an orderly manner.

After Dadong Mountain, no, more prepared to say that after the incident in the Taiping Courtyard more than twenty years ago, the great Qing Emperor was most afraid of the young man covered in black cloth and the disappearing box.

And Emperor Qing in the Taiji Hall has forced Fan Xian to a dead end, but the box still hasn't appeared, Wuzhu still hasn't appeared, Emperor Qing's last jǐng Ti has finally disappeared without a trace, and he can finally be sure that the box is not on Fan Xian's body, at least not on Fan Xian's body now, and the old five ...... Presumably trapped in the temple and never able to get out.

The emperor squinted slightly, looking at the dying and struggling powerhouses under the imperial city, but there was no big wave in his heart, just as Fan Xian thought before, everything on Dadong Mountain was like that, not to mention these little people of the nine grades right now? The emperor did not have the slightest smug feeling in his heart, because such a trivial matter could not make him proud at all, he just looked at Fan Xian who did not know life and death from a distance, and a faint feeling of exhaustion arose in his heart.

With the military order on the imperial city, Qingguo Jīng Rui, who had surrounded the entire square, raised the longbow in his hand again, and the steady arrow was once again aimed at the strong men covered in blood in the snow. They didn't know who these Assassins were, they only knew that as long as the arrows in their hands were released, no matter how powerful they were, they would only die.

Maybe some military generals or smart sergeants guessed the storage of Xiao Fan and saw his storage, and their hearts trembled a little, because Fan Xian's storage in Qingguo was originally a legend, but this kind of legend was about to be killed by his own hands, as long as it was a Qingguo person, I was afraid that it would be shaken.

Just like Ye Zhong at the T-shaped intersection, Shi Fei after the archer, and the palace on the imperial city, these three Qing ** Fang members all had a faint sadness in their hearts at this moment.

However, the king's order was difficult to disobey, and the military order was difficult to disobey, and all the sergeants still raised their longbows in their hands and aimed at that side.

The Emperor's eyes narrowed even more.

............ However, the emperor didn't find it, no one could find out, on the top of the Star Picking Tower, which was a little far away from the Imperial City Square, there was also a person who was aiming at him above the Imperial City.

The Star Picking Tower is the third tallest building in Kyoto, and it was originally the old place used by astronomical officials to observe the stars, but later Miss Ye entered Beijing and rebuilt a stargazing platform on the mountain outside Kyoto, so that this Star Picking Tower was gradually abolished, and no one would pay attention to it except for the servants who often cleaned it.

In the cold snow of the first month of the twelfth year of Qingli, there was a thin man who was prostrate on the roof of the Star Picking Tower, and a huge white sè precious fur was covered on his body, and together with the white snow on the roof of the building, it covered the face of the Tsing Yi little man he was wearing.

This person is very well hidden, and under the cover of the wind and snow, it seems to be blended with the snow-covered roof of the Star Picking Tower.

In front of the precious white sè fur, there was a cold metal tube sticking out, it was the heavy sniper who had bombarded Yan Xiaoyi on the meadow!

The person under the white fur sighed lightly, warmed his stiff palm, reattached his eyes to the optical sight, adjusted his breathing, and used his true qi to restore his somewhat nervous heartbeat, fixing the vision in the mirror on the imperial city, the body of the emperor's majesty.

The imperial city is very far away, but the emperor is close in front of him, this feeling is very familiar to him, and he can adapt to this environment today, because the snow in Cangshan at night is actually more difficult to endure than the snow in Kyoto today.

The muzzle of the gun under the fur moved slightly, and after making the last adjustment, the finger touched the cold metal steadily, without trembling at all, pausing for a moment, and then gently slashing.

A soft click, then a muffled thud, then a thunderclap, and finally a strange whine that tore through the air, and beautiful and terrifying sparks erupted.