He Wuxian said that this matter is indeed true. [.800book]

Thirty years ago, it was the last time He Yaotian personally led the army to fight against the famous generals of the Northern Kingdom.

Although He Yaotian defeated the other party by luck, the army also took advantage of the situation to break through the cities of the northern country, and the Qingyuan Kingdom won a complete victory.

But he was also poisoned by the Xuanbing Ice, and since then it has remained in his body and is difficult to remove, so that his strength has not improved for thirty years.

He Yaotian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This Xuanbing poison is very powerful, I have eaten countless elixir 'medicines' in the past thirty years, and I have tried my best to get rid of it, but I have not been able to get rid of it, how can this pill 'medicine' be dissolved?"

Obviously, He Yaotian was already disheartened.

He didn't have any hope for the pill 'medicine' in He Wuxi's hand.

However, He Wuxian insisted on letting the old man take this pill.

The old man couldn't help it, and for the sake of his filial piety, he smiled and took the Jiazi elixir.

Seeing that the old man had taken the Jiazi Spirit Pill, He Wuxian had been observing his reaction.

Half an hour later, the old man was 'communicating' things with He Wuxi, but suddenly his face changed.

As soon as He Wuxian saw it, he knew that it was the 'medicine' effect of the Jiazi elixir that began to take effect.

"What's wrong with Grandpa? How do you feel?"

"Well, it seems like the 'medicine' has taken effect, and I feel a strong force in my body. ”

He Yaotian's face turned red, he was sweating profusely, and white smoke rose above his head.

After holding on for a while, He Yaotian finally couldn't support it anymore, so he waved his hand and said, "No, I want to retreat and cultivate quickly!"

After speaking, the old man quickly ran out of the study and went to the secret room to retreat and cultivate.

In the study, the two brothers, He Feng and He Chong, looked at the old man's distant back, and then looked at He Wuxian, looking at each other.

He Wuxian's face 'revealed' a smile, and he muttered to himself: "Grandpa, I really don't know how 'fine' the emperor's expression will be after you advance to the powerhouse of the Martial Sect!"

Time passed, and soon it was night.

There was no moon tonight, and there was a howling cold wind, but it was peaceful in Hefu.

He Yaotian was cultivating in retreat, and at this critical moment, he wouldn't care even if the sky fell.

He Dashao has not been idle, even at home, he is still doing penance.

After becoming a martial arts powerhouse, there are too many changes and benefits for him, and he still needs to consolidate his realm and work hard to adapt.

The 'Yin' and Yang Creation Exercises, the Divine Dragon Refining Technique, the Six Styles of Proud Blood, and the Heavenly Wind Footwork are the four exercises he is currently practicing.

Now he is sitting cross-legged on the 'bed', with his hands spread out on his knees, and he is practicing the 'yin' and yang cultivation exercises. [.800book]

However, at this moment, there was a commotion outside the house, accompanied by anxious shouts.

He Wuxian had some doubts in his heart, and his brows couldn't help but provoke.

The subordinates and guards of He Mansion are very knowledgeable about the rules, and they know that the master must not be disturbed when he is cultivating, otherwise there is a danger of going mad.

Therefore, all along, the subordinates of He Mansion have done things lightly and dare not make loud noises or shouts.

Moreover, the noise and noise coming from outside the house not only did not stop, but became louder and louder.

At this point, He Wuxian had to stop cultivating, and angrily opened the 'door' of the room to see what was going on.

The night is dark and deep.

In the courtyard, there were many fires, and many houses were on fire.

Not far away, the figures were longing, and the shadows of swords and swords flickered.

The sound of clanging weapons and the shouts of fighting kept coming.

"Grass! Someone dares to kill the 'door'?"

In just a moment, He Wuxian understood that there were a large number of killer assassins who broke into He Mansion and went on a killing spree.

He opened the reconnaissance map and immediately saw the scene in Hefu.

Squad after team of 'masked' assassins jumped in from outside the courtyard walls of Hefu and killed anyone they saw when they broke into the courtyard.

There were also many fiery arrows, which kept coming from outside the courtyard walls|' Shot in, set fire to the houses in the courtyard.

The assassins, all clad in black scarves and swords with glittering swords, were cruel and well-trained.

In just a few dozen breaths, the originally peaceful He Mansion turned into a sea of fire, and many of his servants were killed.

The black-clothed assassins continued to jump into the He Mansion, and the guards of the He Mansion also struggled to resist, and the two sides fought together, and the blood and flesh were splashed.

Fortunately, the guards of He Mansion are all 'elite' soldiers, and even if they encounter a sudden attack, they can quickly stabilize their positions and counterattack.

Seeing that the situation gradually stabilized, he was relieved to be relieved.

He carried the blood-drinking knife and rushed to the killers in the courtyard.

This was the Western Courtyard, which of course was the focus of the Assassins, and two teams of Assassins made a beeline for his room.

Twenty Assassins, rushing from all sides, blocked all his retreats.

However, He Wuxian never thought about retreating.

Just listening to his cold snort, the surging Yuan Force suddenly bloomed on the surface of his body, condensing into a Yuan Force shield.

On the blood-drinking knife, the five-foot knife flashed with a terrifying cold light.

When the long swords of the assassins were about to stab in front of him, and everyone was less than a foot apart, He Wuxian finally broke out.

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

The sword flashed, and the five-foot sword turned into thunder and lightning, and swept out in an instant.

The oncoming assassins, before the long sword in their hands could stab He Wuxie, they were hit by the sword and flew out upside down.

Five of the Assassins were hit, and as they flew upside down, blood was spilled and no one got up after they fell to the ground.

"Ding! Kill four Rank 8 Samurai and gain 3,000 XP. ”

The prompt of the system, short and powerful, tells him that there is no hatred of the result.

In just one move, four people died, and one person was seriously injured and 'unconscious'.

At the same time, the long swords of more than a dozen other assassins also stabbed He Wuxian.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

A series of crisp sounds sounded, and the swords of the fifteen assassins were all blocked by the Yuan Force shield.

He Wuxian's Yuanli shield was pale red, and the oval was like a 'chicken' egg, enveloping him.

The fifteen swords weren't high-level Xuan soldiers, and the assassins were also rank 8 and 9 warriors, so they couldn't pierce his Yuan Force shield.

In this way, the opponent's attack could not break through He Wuxie's defense at all, and he was invincible.

"Chase the wind and slash the moon!"

The cold cheer rose again, wrapped in the Yuanli shield, and the light 'shot' He Wuxian, once again waved the blood-drinking knife and killed the assassins.

Now as a strong martial artist, dealing with these warriors is simply a one-sided slaughter.

Every move he uses, every sword light up, will take away at least two lives.

None of these Assassins were his enemies.

After a hundred breaths, He Wuxian stopped and withdrew the blood-drinking knife, and at this time, there was not a single living assassin in the courtyard.

He was unscathed, but all twenty Assassins were killed, giving him 16,000 XP.

This is the power of the strong martial artist!

Of course, only He Wuxian, a demon, can rely on the strength of a first-level martial artist to achieve such a shocking record.

Changed to an ordinary first-level martial artist, he was besieged by twenty assassins, and he was only dismembered.

However, before He Wuxian could take a breath, the shouting of killing started again.

More than twenty figures jumped in from outside the courtyard wall, holding the long sword of the cold light four 'shots', and went straight to kill him.

is also an assassin in black, with the same cold and emotionless eyes, and the same fierce fighting style.

Seeing this qiē, He Wuxian suddenly understood.

In tonight's night attack, the opponent is targeting him and is determined to kill him.

"Who wants my life so much?"

While speculating about this question in his mind, He Wuxian used the Heavenly Wind Footwork, holding the Blood Drinking Knife, and rushed towards the assassins with no relent.

Instead of waiting to be besieged by many assassins, it is better to fight your way out!

"Boom!"

The speed of the assassins was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they pounced in front of He Wuxian, and more than a dozen long swords flashed with cold light, stabbing towards his head, throat, and chest.

"Split Huashan!"

He Wuxian roared, jumped high, and slashed down with the blood-drinking knife.

The sword flashed, blood splattered, and an assassin fell to the ground and died.

"Chase the wind and slash the moon!"

With another cold drink, He Wuxian held the blood-drinking knife and swung his five-foot sword to slash at the swarming assassins.

"Ding! Kill three ninth-level samurai and gain 3,000 experience points. ”

At this moment, He Wuxian only had swords and sword light in front of him, and he could only hear the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of system prompts in his mind.

Anger and murderous aura made him focused, and the whole person was immersed in this fight.

He Wuxian used the Heavenly Wind footwork to dodge in the siege of more than twenty assassins, extremely fast and incredible.

Very few Assassins were able to stab him, and most of his attacks were dodged by his 'fine' footwork.

Even if some attacks can hit him, it is difficult to break through the Yuan Force shield, and it is impossible to damage him at all.

In this way, He Wuxian became more and more assured and boldly fighting, using knife techniques with wide open and closed, and his momentum became more and more domineering and domineering.

The fighting continued, and the number of Assassins was rapidly dwindling.

The more He Wuxian fought, the more experienced he became, but the assassins became more and more frightened, and felt more and more incredible.

"What kind of monster is this man? Twenty of us can't kill him? That's an exaggeration!"

"It's incredible! How can this be? Won't his Yuan Power be exhausted?"

"Our Yuan Power is about to run out, why is this monster getting stronger and stronger?

The Assassins are going crazy.

He Wuhate such a demonic appearance, which made them desperate.

They didn't know that the Blood Drinking Knife had a special effect called "Eliminate the Other", which could reduce the consumption of Yuan Force and increase the power of martial arts.

They wouldn't even know that He Wuxi's cultivation of the 'Yin' and Yang Creation Skill had made his Yuan Force extremely powerful, and his power was more than five times that of an ordinary martial artist.

A quarter of an hour later, more than 20 killers, all of whom died on the spot, died under He Wuxian's knife.

In just two quarters of an hour, he killed two groups of killers in a row and gained more than 30,000 experience.

The floor of the courtyard was stained red with blood, and there were corpses lying everywhere.

But this is not the end of it, more and more killers are jumping into the western courtyard, desperately drawing their swords and killing.