The rain slowly beat against the hats, and the ascetics knelt on the wet ground with pale faces, staring at the blind boy in the middle with a black cloth, unable to react for a long time. They were originally Emperor Qing's last defense force, and when more than a dozen ascetics joined forces, Fan Xian and Shadow were both almost killed, which shows how powerful the power is, but at this moment, facing Wuzhu, will they fight back?

His Majesty the Emperor stood under the corridor in front of the hall, and the slight cold rain in the sky was blown by the wind to the place where he stood, wetting the beard under his chin. His eyes narrowed slightly, the chill in his eyes grew, and he said indifferently: "Useless things, a traitor in the temple will scare you like this." ”

Strangely, His Majesty the Emperor didn't seem to be worried that these ascetics would betray him at this moment. Many, many years ago, the envoy who came out of the temple, in order to remove the traces left by Ye Qingmei in this world, made some kind of agreement with the emperor, that is, from that rì, the ascetics who walked in the south of the mainland in Qingmiao regarded His Majesty as the real chosen one.

What should be the choice between the chosen one and the messenger in the temple? The ascetics were silent at least for a moment, and they were already getting old, and they naturally knew the oracle issued by the messenger many years ago, and they knew that one of the messengers had fallen, but they did not know whether the messenger was the one in front of them.

His Majesty the Emperor didn't pay attention to these ascetics kneeling in the rain, he just quietly looked at the five bamboos in the rain, and after a moment of silence, he said, "There is no god in the world. I'm not...... Old five, you are not either. ”

Wuzhu's leg has been broken, with an extremely poignant posture, barely standing on his body, the people in the temple reappeared in the world, in the face of the most powerful force in the world, he killed it bravely, but still paid a very heavy price. His Majesty the Emperor is right, he himself is not a god, so he has been betrayed one after another in this year, injured by weapons that do not belong to this world, and his injuries are lingering, and he is no longer at the level of his peak, but at this moment, Wuzhu has also reached the most broken and powerless stage.

In such a duel between the two peerless powerhouses, who will win and who will lose? What's more, at this time, Ye Zhong has already led the troops to surround Wuzhu, can Wuzhu still break through the encirclement and stab the iron drill in his hand into Emperor Qing's throat?

The emperor's indifferent gaze fell on Wuzhu's extremely damaged clothes and the left leg that had been broken, just with some skin and flesh connected together, there was no trace of love in his eyes, but he was thinking in his heart, at this time, you still haven't come out?

Gradually, a complicated emotion rushed into Emperor Qing's eyes, it was a self-deprecation, a trace of admiration, and a trace of unwillingness. Now Wuzhu has fallen into a heavy siege, no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to turn the sky with one hand, but at this time, Fan Xian still did not show his figure, this kind of cold and forbearance, it is really terrible.

Fan Xian, who was dressed in eunuch clothes, seemed to be extremely far away from the main entrance of the Taiji Hall at this time, but it was actually very close, he carefully hid his traces, relying on the mind tempered to the extreme in the past two years, controlling his breathing, and slowly approaching that side with the wind and rain falling in the sky and the heavy and nervous breathing of countless people in the field.

From the moment he saw Emperor Lao Tzu coughing, Fan Xian confirmed the top-secret information he knew on the way south, His Majesty's body...... It really doesn't seem to work. I hadn't seen this mighty king for almost a year, and today I looked at him from afar through the rain, and it seemed that his countenance had grown much older, and his beard under his chin had grown much longer, and his expression seemed much more tired.

His Majesty had already stepped down from the altar, but he was standing calmly under the eaves of the Taiji Palace, looking at Wuzhu coming step by step, but he still looked so powerful, so powerful that anyone who tried to challenge him subconsciously lost three points of confidence first.

Of course, Fan Xian saw Wuzhu's tragic situation, he never thought that Uncle Wuzhu would be injured so badly one day, and just as he had never thought before, there were people in the world who could break through the defense of Nanqing Palace head-on, kill thousands of troops directly, and kill Emperor Qing in front of him. His gaze swept over Uncle Wuzhu's broken leg, forcibly suppressing the violent heartbeat, forcibly suppressing the trace of panic and worry in his heart, sadness and sourness, still hiding in the shadow of this Taiji Palace, indifferently and forcefully waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

Uncle Wuzhu has reached the most dangerous moment, and he still hasn't made a move, because he knows that before His Majesty and Wuzhu collide head-on, any of his shots will be meaningless, the war of the great grandmaster, not his own mortals can interfere at will, he doesn't want to live up to Uncle Wuzhu's earth-shattering lore, so he has to endure it.

Ye Zhong is still there, Eunuch Yao doesn't know where he is, those ascetics don't know if they will make a move, there are still masters in the palace, Fan Xian must put the hope of attracting everyone's attention and consuming the strength of Emperor Laozi on Uncle Wuzhu, who has fallen and suffered extremely badly.

No matter who anyone, including the three old monsters who had already died and left, if they were injured as severely as Wuzhu today, they were afraid that there would only be one way to die, but Wuzhu was still standing, which gave Fan Xian confidence and gave everyone in the palace infinite oppression.

Wuzhu looked at the bright yellow figure on the stone steps more than ten zhang away through the black cloth, the man who was already much older than he remembered, for some reason, his heart swelled with endless acid, endless Chu, endless disgust and disdain.

Yes, after the Dadongshan affair was over, listening to Fan Xian's drunken madness all night on the eaves of the Fan Mansion in Kyoto, Gotake silently embarked on the path to find himself, because he wanted to know who he was, so he returned to the temple.

At the moment he entered the temple, he remembered a lot of things, and naturally judged a lot of things, although in the next moment, the temple forcibly erased his memories, but with Fan Xian coming to the temple, Wuzhu's memory had not yet been fully restored, but the deepest trace of affection before it was erased was retained.

This affection is stronger and more direct than his feelings for Fan Xian, which directly attracts him to look at this palace quietly, and directly attracts him to directly enter the palace from outside the square of the palace. Even if he didn't remember those things back then, he still remembered the man in the dragon robe on the stone steps, and remembered the killing intent in his heart for this man.

Fan Xian asked Wuzhu to follow his heart, and Wuzhu's heart was endlessly sour, especially after seeing Xiao Lizi at this moment, this sourness seemed to find a channel to vent.

He's going to kill him, he just remembers it.

So Wuzhu moved, he dragged the stump leg, relying on the support of the iron drill in his hand, extremely difficult, but full of murderous spirit, dragging step by step, rubbing the rain on the ground, the intact foot was impatient, as if he wanted to jump, and walked towards the emperor on the stone steps!

The moment Wuzhu moved, the Qingjun masters around him also moved, and with a shout of Zhentiansuke, countless long weapons stabbed towards his body!

The ascetics who were originally kneeling beside Wuzhu finally couldn't bear this strong pressure and also moved, but some of the ascetics retreated into the wind and rain, while some of the ascetics stopped in front of Wuzhu.

From this fragment, it can be seen that Emperor Qing has the supremacy in the hearts of these ascetics, even though he knows that Wuzhu is the messenger in the temple, but Emperor Qing is a traitor, there are still ascetics who choose to believe in His Majesty.

As soon as Wuzhu moved, the situation in the field suddenly moved, but no one noticed that most of the ascetics who were mixed between His Majesty and Wuzhu retreated into the wind and rain, and when Wuzhu made way to face the passage of His Majesty the Emperor, there was an ascetic wearing a hat and sackcloth, but he drifted obliquely to the side and rear, intentionally or unintentionally, disrupting the offensive of the military masters.

Condensed in the whole body, like a martial god sitting on the horse with a gun, when Wuzhu moved, the killing intent in his eyes was great, a blow to the horse's belly, the horse neighed, and the spear was like electricity, stabbing at Wuzhu's somewhat inclined back.

Among these people in the field, probably only Ye Chong experienced those things in Qingguo Kyoto many years ago, so he knew better than anyone how terrible Wuzhu was, that was a peerless powerhouse who could not fall behind in the slightest against Uncle Liuyun. Once he made up his mind and made a move, he condensed the strength of his whole body, leaving no back, because he knew that in the face of the five major people, there was no way to stop the other party's seemingly stumbling footsteps except for one shot.

With a loud shout, a refined silver spear stabbed into Wuzhu's back, and Ye Zhong unleashed the most powerful shot in his life, and his whole jīng spirit was concentrated on this shot, so he didn't notice that the ascetic who was floating away in the wind and rain seemed to be too close to his body.

Dervishes have never used weapons, but this ascetic who is closest to Ye Chong took out a poison-fed dagger from his sleeve at some point, and silently, like rain hidden in the rain, gently stabbed Ye Chong's waist and abdomen!

Ye stabbed Wuzhu's back, and the ascetic stabbed his waist!

............ With a bang, Ye Chong gathered momentum and fired a shot, stabbing out without any fancy, but ignoring any resistance, he directly stabbed into the extremely clean stone surface of the palace that was washed by the rain, like piercing a piece of tofu, and the tip of the spear pierced into the earth fiercely, several feet deep!

And the black sè dagger that fed the poison had already pierced his waist and abdomen at the moment before his gun was exhausted!

Ye Chong's gun was deflected, and the cloth wisps on the side of Wuzhu's broken leg pierced into the ground, and then a very sad cry sounded in the rain, he abandoned the gun and returned his palm, and slapped the ascetic monk's shoulder with a palm, and as soon as the coffin came out, the ascetic's shoulder was shattered!

However, the ascetic monk didn't hum or hurt, he was like a wooden man without consciousness, and he was slapped by Ye Chong, a strong man of the ninth grade, and in the midst of the blood spraying wildly, he probed the dagger in his hand further, completely breaking the defense of Ye Chong's armor and severely wounding his abdomen!

A wave of strength exploded in the room between the two, and the Qingjun master next to the two people who exploded fell to the ground, and the two people were like a big bird and its shadow, and they quickly flew out of the horse, crashing into the rain, I don't know how many layers of rain curtains were broken, and threw into the distance.................. Ye Zhong is wasted, at least for today, it is the shadow who makes the assassination. When the ascetic monk quietly hid the eyes of many masters in Nanqing during the field, and took advantage of the rain to get close to Ye Chong's rear, Fan Xian, who had been secretly watching the field, immediately smelled a trace of a strange atmosphere, this is a kind of innate sensitivity of the people in the supervision academy, and probably only he and the shadow can do this kind of Cheng dù in the world.

Fan Xian did not contact Shadow after entering Beijing, because even he didn't know where Shadow was hiding this year, but he knew that Shadow must be unwilling, the number one assassin in the world, must avenge Chen Pingping. So there was a big mess in the palace today, and Fan Xian knew that the shadow who didn't know where he would definitely find an opportunity to make a move, but he never thought that the shadow was actually mixed in the ascetics' ranks.

A year ago, the two of them had a big battle with the ascetic, how could the shadow get in, this Fan Xian couldn't figure out, but at least at this moment, the shadow successfully cut off the number one master next to Emperor Qing now, and pulled the victory and defeat to his side a lot.

If it were replaced by any previous operation, the one who could make the shadow shoot would definitely be the most important target in the mission, and this point was that Fan Xian couldn't grab him, just like the last sword that entered the palace last time. However, today the shadow retreated silently and took the initiative to choose Ye Chong, because he found out that the five major people of the first Supervision Yuan were here, and he regarded Wuzhu as an idol for life, so he naturally chose to cooperate with Wuzhu.

This, in fact, is also a kind of trust.

............ Fan Xian's gaze was just shattering the rain curtain, and he glanced at Ye Chong and Shadow, who were constantly rushing back away from the battlefield, and then turned back to the battlefield in front of the Taiji Palace.

When Ye Zhong was assassinated, the people in front of the Taiji Hall were inevitably a little panicked, and the offensive attacking Wuzhu's immobile body was also slightly chaotic, the only thing that was not chaotic was the emperor's majesty, he didn't pay attention to the ascetic's hand at all, just stared at Wuzhu's hand.

The emperor only had five bamboos in his eyes.

The incomparably hard iron drill has been bent and broken and smoothed at this time, and it looks like an extremely ordinary burning stick, but this burning stick is driving the rain in front of the Taiji Palace, swaying in the air to its heart's content.

With a snap, the iron hammer struck away a spear in front of him, and then in the shortest possible time, in the most reasonable direction, it slapped on the wrist of the spear holder. At that moment, the wrist skin of the person holding the gun was completely blooming, the muscles and flesh were shattered, and the bone joints were pierced out, and he could no longer hold the gun.

With a click, the iron drill slid along the surface of a sword, and the sword under heavy pressure lowered its head, and the iron drill, which had no edge, touched the protrusion of the sword, jumped up suddenly, and then fell heavily and hit the sword bearer's forearm, directly turning this small arm into twisted firewood.

An ascetic stopped with a wave of his palm, and the iron chisel head that had been ground into the plane slammed into his palm, and pierced his palm on the rain-soaked ground, and then the iron chisel swung up and struck the top of the ascetic's head, and the hat shattered into countless pieces with the sound of rain, and a blood-condensed stick mark appeared on the smooth head of the ascetic, and the cervical vertebrae clicked, and he collapsed in the rain.

Every swing of the iron chisel was so accurate, so heavy, and the iron chisel, which had long been bladeless, turned into an iron rod in Wuzhu's hand at this time, struck away the dense sword in front of him, smashed countless joints, and splashed in the air in front of him with blood and rain.

The iron drill could no longer pierce the throats of countless masters in the palace, but it could shatter their throats. Wuzhu, who was struggling to move forward in the rain, seemed to be about to fall at any time, but in the end, it was those masters who bravely stopped in front of the emperor!

At this moment, Wuzhu seems to have become the unsmiling teacher on the cliff, every time he sticks, he will accurately fall on Fan Xian's body, no matter how Fan Xian dodges, he still can't dodge it forever, but today the wooden stick has become an iron bar.

With a muffled sound, one of the inner court guards was hit by the iron drill and shattered the cartilage on his knees, and knelt beside Wuzhu, who swung down again, directly smashing the person down the stone steps, shaking the rain.

Wuzhu finally stood in front of the emperor.

............ Without pause, without cursing, without eye contact, Wuzhu raised his hand, and the iron hammer in his hand hit the face of His Majesty the Emperor.

No one in the world dared to slap the emperor's majesty in the face, but Wuzhu beat it like this, and it was so natural, it was like teaching an unfilial son a lesson, and it was like beating a negative man.

When Wuzhu stood in front of His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty's pupils shrank slightly, and a certain brilliance suddenly bloomed on his slightly old face, and then he also raised his hand.

At the moment when the rain didn't have time to tremble, the left hand of His Majesty the Emperor, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly appeared on the side of his face, with his palm facing outward, blocking the iron hammer!

At the same moment, His Majesty the Emperor's right hand clenched into a fist and smashed it Wuzhu's chest!

His most terrifying hands, as white as snow, seemed to never be stained with dust, and their hands that did not provoke blood stopped Wuzhu's iron drill and hit Wuzhu's body!

............ The last two peerless powerhouses in the world who have surpassed the scope of human beings, the first fight was so simple, they just swung a blow, blocked a palm, and punched.

However, no one but the two of them could stop the hammer and strike that punch.

The emperor's terrible fist smashed Wuzhu's chest!

The air also seemed to condense at this moment, and Wuzhu's body seemed to hover strangely in the air at this moment, and then like an arrow, it was smashed out fiercely, like a heavy and hard meteorite, flying out from under the stone steps!

Wuzhu's body that was knocked away, I don't know how many Nanqing masters who chased and intercepted him were smashed all the way, and I saw a black shadow in front of the Taiji Hall of the Imperial Palace, and flesh and blood flew around!

With a muffled sound, Wuzhu's body finally fell dozens of zhang away, and fell heavily to the ground, shaking the world around his body for a while.

............ There was a strange silence in the room, and there were not many people still alive and standing at this time. His Royal Highness Taiji, on the stone steps, in the light rain, the lonely emperor and the proud emperor still maintain the posture of protecting the front with one palm and one fist in the air.

Knocking Wuzhu down with one punch was something that Emperor Qing was proud of, but there was no trace of affection on his face, but a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes.

Wuzhu's iron drill shattered the majestic true qi attached to Emperor Qing's palm, and hit Emperor Qing's face fiercely.

Emperor Qing's face was very pale at this time, but his left cheek was red and swollen, and blood was flowing from the corners of his lips, as if he had been slapped heavily.

He slowly withdrew his left hand, looked down at the traces of the iron rod on the palm of his hand, and then realized that Wuzhu's iron drill had been bent.

............ Wuzhu, who was in the pool of blood and rain, suddenly moved, and then stood up with great difficulty, the iron hammer in his hand trembling and standing on the ground, supporting his swaying body, and stood up in the rain.

It was extremely difficult to go so far, to walk in front of the emperor, only to be punched back by the emperor, which was enough to make everyone despair. However, Wuzhu's face did not change at all, he just dragged his more broken left leg again, with a more difficult posture, and at a slower speed, walking towards the bright yellow figure of His Highness Taiji again.

At this moment, the heavy rain that had been falling in the morning suddenly stopped, and the clouds in the sky gradually thinned, and the vision of the palace gradually became clear, as if it was about to clear.