Seeing Murong Changtian, He Wuxian's previous conjecture was finally completely confirmed. txt novel download

But what he didn't expect was that Murong Changtian actually led people to He Mansion in person.

It's only been a month since the Wang family was beheaded by the Manchurian 'Gate', and who would dare to spread wilderness in He Mansion for those powerful and wealthy 'Gates' in the 'Jade' capital?

Now, when Murong Changtian came, he dared.

The assassins and the deacon all stopped, everyone made way for a way, and Murong Changtian walked to the front.

Everyone knows that the prime minister, who had just died of his son, was already furious at the moment and completely outraged.

However, before Murong Changtian, whose face was blood-red and his eyes were full of anger, spoke, He Wuxian spoke first.

"Murong Changtian, as the prime minister, you openly led the killers to break into my He Mansion and kill, aren't you afraid of being beheaded by the full 'door'?"

Hearing this, Murong Changtian smiled.

The smile of the skin and the flesh is not smiling, and the corners of the mouth are twitching, which is a sneer with cruelty and viciousness.

"Afraid?"

"My only son is gone, what else do I have to fear?"

"My son is so good, I have devoted twenty years of hard work to cultivating him into such a genius who is both civil and military!"

"If it weren't for your He family, my son would marry Princess Zichen, become a general, take over the Black Armor Battalion and become a marshal, he will be one of the most honorable people in Qingyuan Kingdom!"

"But now, this qiē is gone, he is dead! It is you, a brute, who killed my son and ruined my life's work!"

"Why don't you hate, do you think I should kill you?

Murong Changtian's face became redder and redder, which was a sign that the surging qi and blood were about to break through the skin.

His grief, his anger, all to the extreme.

The wind is blowing.

The cold wind that swept into the courtyard blew the sleeves of Murong Changtian's robe, but his fingers did not move at all, pointing at He Wuxian from afar.

Pointed at by Murong Changtian, stared at by his resentful and cruel eyes, He Wuxian was still very calm.

"Old horseman, you seem to have forgotten one thing. From beginning to end, it was you who were targeting our He family, and Murong Jing calculated and framed me first, and even his death was because he wanted to kill me. ”

"Therefore, your son is innocent of his death, and it is not a pity to die!"

In the last sentence, He Wuxian was urged by Yuan Li and erupted, and the sound was extremely loud.

With majestic momentum, it seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts, explode in the depths of everyone's hearts, and are thought-provoking.

Of course, the four words of death also made the angry Murong Changtian completely fall into a rampage.

"You don't have hatred! You brute! No matter what, I want you to die tonight! I will comfort my son's spirit in heaven with your blood!"

"Kill this brute, and I'll reward you with ten thousand taels of gold!"

Murong Changtian stomped his feet in rage, waving at the assassins and roaring.

Unmoved, the Assassins looked at the deacon.

However, the two or four words of gold still stabbed their hearts fiercely, making their blood boil and eager to try.

Lord Deacon smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, the shouting of killing started again, and the sword light was Huohuo.

The killers around the courtyard, as many as forty people, all flocked to He Wuxian like a 'tide'.

Assassins were attacking from all sides, and his body was completely blocked by sword light, without any leaks.

Fortunately, he was under the eaves and behind him was the wall, so he would not be attacked on his back.

He waved the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and the power of the six types of arrogant blood burst out, and everywhere the sword passed, whether it was a weapon or a living person, it was all broken in two.

"The Yuan Ling Pill is really powerful!"

He secretly praised in his heart, the power of the Yuan Ling Pill was indeed extraordinary.

After taking the Yuan Ling Pill, his Yuan Power skyrocketed by fifty percent, and the power of his martial arts was also doubled.

This doubled his combat effectiveness, and he became more and more brave against many Assassins.

Three swords of flickering cold light stabbed him, slamming into his chest, and the Yuanli shield made a clattering and shattering sound.

But he was unmoved, roared angrily, and swung a five-foot sword from the blood-drinking knife in his hand, sweeping the throats of the three assassins.

Suddenly, three pillars of blood gushed up, and three great heads rolled to the ground.

Then, six more long swords, with a whistling sound of breaking through the air, slashed him in the back.

"Click!"

The huge force came, and the Yuan Force shield on his back was suddenly shattered, and his body was also knocked forward by the huge force.

However, his eyes lit up, and the Yuan Force at the dantian burst out, and the Yuan Force shield on his back condensed again.

At the same time, the blood-drinking knife in his right hand ghostly appeared on his left hand.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

With a backhand slash, the knife was dazzling, cutting through a dazzling arc, and successively swept the 'chest' and throat of the six assassins.

Blood splattered again, blood gushed out, and the six Assassins clutched their throats and 'chests' and collapsed, never to get up again.

The Assassins' offensive was getting weaker and smaller, and the corpses on the ground were increasing.

Looking at He Wuxian again, he completely forgot that this was a siege and killing with one enemy and a hundred, and he was completely immersed in the tyrannical sword technique of 'wanting'.

Arrogance, domineering, and self-confidence, this is the temperament that a swordsman should have.

Indomitable, invincible, is the belief that a swordsman should have!

With a knife in hand, even if he faced the siege and assassination of hundreds of people alone, he was still not afraid of 'confusion', killing him for a long time, and the world was reversed!

Killing, let He Wuxian see his true 'nature' and mind, and what he wants is to be free and domineering.

The blood of the enemy made him refine his soul and will, and made him understand a truth.

The road of the strong, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and it is destined to be paved by thousands of white bones.

With a long roar, he swung his knife again and threw himself into the crowd, his hand rising and falling, the knife light flickered, and the blood 'flower' burst out.

Of the more than forty assassins, none of them were his opponents, and they couldn't stop his attack at all!

In just a quarter of an hour, thirty-two more corpses were added under the eaves, in the courtyard, and on the grass.

At this point, only twelve Assassins remained, but they were all terrified.

At this moment, the deacon finally struck again.

He was an extremely cautious man, and he believed that prudent people lived longer.

Therefore, even though his strength was several levels stronger than He Wuxian, he was still unwilling to take the risk of killing.

He would rather use the 'sex' life of his subordinate assassins to consume He Wuxie's Yuan Li and help him observe He Wuxie's hole cards.

It was only at this time that he saw that the time was ripe and finally made a killer move.

"The dragon goes to sea!"

The deacon burst into a shout and rushed from a place ten zhang away, leaving an afterimage in the same place, instantly attacking and killing He Wuxian's back.

When his afterimage disappeared, the small courtyard under the dark night became blazing white and dazzling.

It was only because of the poisonous sword in his hand that a six-foot-long sword burst out, like a sword that opened the world, stabbing at He Wuxian's back.

Everywhere the sword passed, the air showed 'waves' visible to the naked eye, and the whistling sound made by the sword breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, making people tremble.

No one would doubt the power of this sword, and even a wall in front of it would be pierced through a large hole and crumbled into gravel and earth.

At the same time, He Wuxian turned his back to him, but he also saw this sword from the reconnaissance map.

The speed of the deacon was too fast, and the speed of this sword was like a lightning strike, making it impossible to dodge.

At that moment, seeing that He Wuxian didn't have time to dodge at all, and he couldn't even turn around, he would be pierced in the back and chest by a sword.

However, just when everyone was amazed by this sword, He Wuxian made a move that no one expected.

He didn't turn to meet him, because it was too late, and he didn't dodge and run away, because he couldn't escape at all.

I saw that the knife in his hands was held in his left hand.

He stabbed him backhanded, carrying the knife behind his back, in the back of his heart.

In the next moment, the panicked sword struck him fiercely, but was blocked by the blood-drinking knife.

"Bell!"

An earth-shattering loud bang erupted, and the six-foot sword slammed into pieces, and countless sword fragments slammed into the ground, knocking countless pits and holes into the ground, and earth and stones splashed.

And He Wuxian's fate was obvious, he was like a ball that was kicked away, and his feet flew five feet away from the ground and smashed into the house.

"Boom!

The house where he lived was suddenly smashed into a huge hole, two walls were smashed through and collapsed, and the roof collapsed completely.

With the sound of bricks cracking, several walls and the eaves of the roof collapsed, burying him inside, and there was no more movement.

This scene stunned the surviving assassins.

All of them had ecstatic expressions on their faces, and they admired the strength of the deacon.

"This person was an arrogant and domineering mess before, and now he finally died under the sword of Lord Deacon, what a joy!"

Including Murong Changtian, everyone thought that He Wuhate was destined to die this time.

Everyone's eyes fell on the collapsed ruins, searching for He Wuxian's whereabouts.

However, no one noticed that while He Wuxian was knocked away, he also used the power of that sword to blast the head of an assassin with his right fist.

The deacon carried the poisonous sword, walked to the ruins, and sneered proudly: "The yuan power is exhausted, right?

After speaking, a cloud of Yuan Force light appeared in his left hand, and he waved his hand and slapped it towards the pair of ruins.

Suddenly, all the bricks and stones buried in a pile were swept out, and half of the bloody body was 'exposed'.

That is obviously "seriously injured" He Wuxian.

Seeing this scene, the deacon raised his poisonous sword without hesitation, burst out a three-foot sword ray, and stabbed at him.

It's just that at this moment, only a light drink was heard.

"Rainstorm pear 'flower' needle!"

Hundreds of cold rays suddenly lit up, and they 'stirred' from under the ruins | Shot out, smashing all the heads and faces on the deacon's body.

"Ahh

The deacon screamed, covered his eyes with his hands, and retreated.

He was blinded by the cold, and his eyes were bleeding.

At the same time, there was a great light under the ruins, and the earth and rocks were splashed in four 'shots'.

He Wuxian, who should have been "seriously injured and almost killed", actually jumped up, holding the blood-drinking knife in both hands, and stabbed at the deacon as fast as lightning.

"Onslaught!"

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