Fingers picked at the gaps in the eaves of the temple, Fan Xian's body swayed lightly, his toes stepped on the outside of the wooden fence that would protrude a few inches, his body suddenly rose up, several verticals and several combinations, a wonderful combination of body skills and small means, but in the blink of an eye, he had already climbed to the highest floor of the Hanging Temple.

The situation on the hill below has stabilized, the fire has been extinguished, and those Qingguo magnates have always been the fierce horns of the war, a little chaotic, then calmed down, under the arrangement of several elders, in addition to the guards, another layer of defense was arranged, to ensure the safety of the hanging temple, at this time everyone looked up anxiously, just saw Fan Xian's figure swept to the top floor like lightning, no one thought that Fan Tisi's skills were so powerful, and they couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

Fan Xian's right hand firmly grasped the eaves under the top floor with one hand, his left leg was slightly bent, and his left hand was placed on the handle of the black sè dagger hidden in his boot, fluttering slightly in the mountain wind. There was silence on the top floor, but he didn't dare to break in like this, and shouted to the top: "Chen Fan Xian." ”

Someone seemed to have said something on the top floor, Fan Xian squinted at the top floor wrapped in the ventilation window, and countless cold lights gradually disappeared, so he relieved himself, and someone said inside: "Come in." ”

There was a creak, and the wooden window was pushed open.

Fan Xian didn't dare to slack off, as soon as the muscles in his waist and abdomen tightened, the whole person bounced up, and gently sneaked into the top floor of the temple with the mountain wind, for fear of startling the holy driver. As soon as he put his feet on the ground, he watched out of the corner of his eye as the guards who seemed to be facing a great enemy slowly take a step back, knowing that if he had broken in without reporting before, he was afraid that what would greet him would be countless cold knives.

His eyes swept in the building, and he didn't see the expected assassination happening, he was slightly relieved, and then he saw that in the corridor, the figure of the queen mother flashed away, and Wan'er, who was most worried about him, was helping the old man, and the mysterious Hong Gonggong walked in the back with his hands on his sleeves.

There was a fire below, and the Queen Mother and the ladies in the palace had already retreated first.

"Why are you here. ”

A majestic and calm voice sounded, Fan Xian was stunned for a moment before he reacted, turned around, saluted the middle-aged man next to the square bar on the left, and said calmly: "The fire below should be man-made, and the minister is worried about His Majesty's safety." ”

His Majesty, the emperor of Qingguo, today wore a bright yellow sè but the style is obviously more with xìng, he carried his hands behind his back, looked out of the fence, the terrain here is very high, at a glance, in the eyes of countless rivers and mountains, the mountains of yellow chrysanthemum are full of slaughter. The emperor didn't seem to be worried much about his own safety, his eyes calmly looked at this piece of his own great rivers and mountains, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he showed a hint of ridicule at the officials under the temple who were like great enemies.

At this time, the queen mother and the ladies in the building had already left, and on the third floor, they merged with the guards who came upstairs to greet them, and carefully retreated downstairs. On the top floor of the airtight temple, in addition to the calm and unusually calm emperor, there are three royal men, the prince, the eldest prince, and the third prince, more than a dozen palace guards with knives, and four or five small eunuchs who accompany them.

Fan Xian's eyes swept away, and he saw the defensive forces in the building clearly, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows, the fire downstairs was obviously strange, but it was quickly extinguished by his own opportunity, and it did not give people a chance to take advantage of the chaos, but those hidden assassins must still be in the temple, but I don't know how Yi Qingguo's strong strength can still let people sneak in- But as the director of the Supervision Yuan, he is quite confident in Qingguo's defense force, even if there are assassins lurking, he can only be the kind of supreme master who can mess with the world with one sword, and the number of people cannot exceed three.

It's just that Gong Dian is not in the building, and this fact makes Fan Xian's heart tighten. Gonggong Hong helped the Queen Mother downstairs, this fact made Fan Xian feel a slight headache, could it be that those assassins set this fire just to transfer the number one master in the palace downstairs?

Upstairs at this time, except for those guards with knives, the real masters...... It seems that he is alone. Fan Xian was a little arrogant and judged the situation in the building, after all, in his heart, the great prince's kung fu might be good, but in the real face of this kind of sudden killing situation, the gap between him and an excellent assassin was too big.

Looking at His Majesty's expression, it seems that he doesn't take this matter very seriously, maybe this is the calmness and domineering that he must show as a generation of monarchs, but Fan Xian didn't want to cause the death of countless innocent people in Qingguo because of this middle-aged man's occasional injury, frowned slightly, and made a look at the prince behind His Majesty who was forced to show himself calm.

The crown prince was slightly stunned, and immediately knew what Fan Xian was thinking, bowed down to the emperor and said, "Father, the cause of the fire is unknown, please retire for the time being." ”

Who knew that the emperor didn't pay attention to the invitation of the prince of the East Palace at all, turned around slowly, and his clear face showed a faint self-deprecation, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Is the fire extinguished?"

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "It's already out." ”

"Then why do you still want to go?" the emperor's left hand gently stroked the railing, and said leisurely: "In my life, there are still very few times to retreat. ”

Fan Xian's face was quiet, but he had already begun to scold his mother in his heart, thinking that you love to pretend to be cool and exciting, and he didn't have this interest, so he said in a deep voice: "Although there is no abnormal movement, it is the most difficult to prevent it from hanging on the peak here...... Please also ask Your Majesty to take the world as the most important thing and return to the palace immediately. ”

Using the world to persuade an emperor was the most effective means in the court drama of the previous life, but it was obvious that it was of no use to the emperor of Qingguo, so he turned around and said coldly: "Fan Xian, you are the chief of the Supervision Yuan, if anyone dares to assassinate me...... That is your dereliction of duty, do you want me to be punished for not being able to enjoy the flowers because of your dereliction of duty?"

Fan Xian was angry, thinking that he was just the director of the Supervision Yuan, although the Sixth Division was indeed in charge of this part of the business, but today's chrysanthemum appreciation meeting did not let the courtyard interfere, how could he anticipate the enemy's opportunity?—— However, he immediately thought that the Supervision Yuan's spy network all over the world has indeed not heard any news recently, and the forces that dare to attack the Qingguo royal family in this world are nothing more than two or three, those two or three have been quite quiet recently, and the most difficult to guess Dongyi City has also remained calm, and Sigu Jian has always been the focus of the Supervision Yuan's observation, and it can be confirmed that the other party is still in Dongyi City.

Looking at the emperor's peaceful expression, Fan Xian couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it be that this fire ...... Wasn't it a prelude to an assassination? Am you really too nervous?

Seeing that Fan Xian fell into silence, the three princes who were qualified to speak in the audience all thought that he had been reprimanded by His Majesty, and his face was a little unbearable. The prince coughed lightly, ready to say something for Fan Xian, but suddenly thought that Fan Xian had beaten the second child miserably in recent times, which made him "very pleased", but the strength of this courtier seemed to be terrifying to the point that he could not control it.

The eldest prince didn't think about it so much, and said in a deep voice: "Father, what Fan Tisi said is reasonable, although in this world, I am afraid that there are no thieves who dare to assassinate my father, but for the sake of safety, and for the peace of mind of those old adults downstairs, you better go downstairs first." ”

The emperor seemed to appreciate the eldest prince's attitude of saying one thing and one thing, but he still didn't have a good face for Fan Xian, and said coldly: "Fan Xian, as the director of the Supervision Yuan, you are so panicked in the face of trouble, you are really disappointed. ”

Fan Xian scolded a few more words in his heart, but his face became more and more humble, and he laughed at himself: "Your Majesty is taught." ”

The emperor looked at him with a hint of inquiry, and suddenly said, "Are you a little dissatisfied in your heart?"

"Yes. Fan Xian's heart suddenly moved, and he responded directly in a deep voice: "The minister thinks that His Majesty is tied to the world with one body, and there is no trivial matter in safety, so it must be cherished, no matter how cautious it is, it is not too much, this yellow flower scene reappears every year, but there is only one person in Qingguo, even if it is said that the minister is panicked and timid as a mouse, the minister must ask His Majesty to go downstairs and return to the palace." ”

There was an awkward silence in the building, no one expected that Fan Xian would dare to confront the saint in public, and dare to discuss the life and death of the saint, and directly refute the previous emperor's reprimand for him!

............ "You are very bold...... I don't know why, after hearing these words, the emperor's face finally relaxed, looked at Fan Xian and said: "If you are as timid as a mouse, I really don't know, where to find such a big mouse in this world." ”

This was a joke, but except for the emperor, everyone on the top floor was in a nervous mood, and no one dared to laugh out loud at all, only the bold Fan Xian smiled, but his smile was a little bitter.

Suddenly, the emperor's voice sank for three minutes, and even the eyes were closed, and the mountain breeze outside the column gently blew the middle-aged, wrinkled cheeks.

"In my life, I don't know how many assassinations I have encountered, how can you children know what kind of turmoil the world was back then?" The emperor chuckled: "Such a situation full of mistakes and omissions, a fire that can't be ignited at all, just want to force me to leave, how can it be so easy." ”

Fan Xian watched this scene, secretly despising the king of a country and playing petty bourgeoisie, but most of his heart was divided into the surrounding environment, Gong Dian and Gonggong Hong were not there, Huwei was not there, and some were only guards and three ...... Or the four princes, although the eunuchs who served the emperor close were loyal, and the relatives of the previous three generations were under the control of the imperial court, it was really not enough to rely on these people to protect the emperor, especially when Gonggong Hong left with the queen mother, which made Fan Xian very worried.

Suddenly, his heart was shocked, and he thought of a very delicate matter—if His Majesty was assassinated at this time, wouldn't he have to bear the greatest responsibility as the director of the Supervision Yuan?

Dai Gonggong said loudly: "In his life, His Majesty has been assassinated forty-three times, and he has never taken a step back. ”

After Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, he immediately thought of Wang Qinian, who was far away in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and scolded in his heart, it turns out that behind all successful men, there are one or several excellent praisers.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were quiet and full of strong confidence: "Northern Qi, Dongyi, Xihu, Nanyue, and those poor worms who were beaten by me, who doesn't want to kill me with a sword, but after these twenty years, who has done it?" He laughed softly: "When assassination has become a habit, Fan Xian, you can probably understand why I am so careless." ”

That is, you are a skilled worker - Fan Xian scolded more swear words in his stomach today than any other day, but in his position, he sought his own government, since he became the secretary of the Supervision Yuan, he had to be responsible for the emperor's safety, and the most important thing was that he didn't want to carry the biggest black pot in the world, so he still didn't give up, was cheeky, and had the courage to persuade the emperor to go downstairs and go back to the palace.

The emperor finally succeeded in being annoyed by him, and scolded angrily: "How did Fan Jian teach you such a wreck! Why did Chen Pingping take a fancy to you!"

Fan Xian smiled all over his face, and continued to scold in his heart: You have the ability to teach yourself, this should be your business scope.

At this time, the situation has already calmed down, and it is estimated that no matter how powerful the assassin is, he can only take the opportunity to escape, otherwise the forbidden army will spread their nets and search the mountains for a while, and there will definitely be no good end. So the mood of everyone in the building relaxed a little, looking at the Majesty who has always been moody and unrestrained sè scolding Fan Xian, I couldn't help but feel a little funny, the prince still shamelessly comforted Fan Xian with gentle eyes, the eldest prince turned his head a little unbearable, but the youngest third child was the happiest with a smile on his face, Xu is heart looked at this scene, and felt very angry.

I don't know why His Majesty is so angry today, and he keeps scolding Fan Tisi, as if he is reprimanding his own son. After all, Fan Xian is also a generation of celebrities, a heavy minister in the court, and in the Qingguo court, which is deeply civilized, such a big loss of face is still extremely rare.

Fan Xian listened with a wry smile on his face, but he heard something else, but he was afraid that this Majesty was also suspecting the same thing as himself, so he was extremely angry - if this play was secretly arranged by the old cripple or his father, he could only praise them for being bold, ruthless, shameless, and mentally retarded, and actually playing such a trick to save the saint for the saint to show the saint - the emperor is not a fool, at least his IQ will not be lower than himself, how can he not see it, but it seems that the emperor believes that Fan Xian is also kept in the dark.

He sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that there might not be any serious assassins, just a farce.

But the problem is that Chen Pingping is not a kindergarten student, Fan Jian is not a scared little girl crying at the iron gate on the first day of school, and His Majesty will not believe that his two closest subordinates would do such a ridiculous thing to invite Fan Xian - the reason why the emperor is angry actually has little to do with Fan Xian.

............ The emperor finally stopped, turned around and slapped the railing heavily, and the people in the building were shocked, but Fan Xian was a master who was accustomed to figuring out people, and he made a mouth shape to Gonggong Dai beside him, indicating that his son of heaven was thirsty.

Not long after Father-in-law Dai transferred to the Taiji Palace, he was thinking about it, and when he saw Fan Tisi's reminder, he couldn't help but be happy, so he was ready to serve tea and wait.

"Change the wine. The emperor didn't turn back, but he knew what Fan Xian was doing behind him, staring at the open scenery outside the bar, and in the eyes of the floating clouds in the sky, he finally couldn't help but smile a little, "Coldly chanting a thousand poems in autumn, drunk with a glass of cold wine, both go up to the tall building to enjoy the chrysanthemum, how can you meet the scene without drinking?"

Every three years, the chrysanthemum appreciation will be equipped with chrysanthemum wine, which is prepared next to it, but the hanging temple has a small fire, which makes everyone uneasy, and they forgot to bring it out.

Listening to that poem, Fan Xian was slightly shocked, this is a chrysanthemum poem by Jia Baoyu in the thirty-eighth chapter of the Stone Record, the emperor read it out at this time, naturally to show himself that he actually knows everything. It's just that this matter can't be hidden from the world after all, and Fan Xian has already been mentally prepared.

"The article of the stone record, the love between men and women, is inevitably inferior, but the text is acceptable...... But these poems are a bit out of reach. ”

The three princes and their entourage in the building did not know why His Majesty suddenly spoke at this time, and they were slightly stunned. Fan Xian knew that he couldn't retreat, so he bowed down with a wry smile and said: "The work of the minister's game, I never thought that I could enter His Majesty's eyes, it's really fortunate." ”

"Oh, I thought I was ...... You are afraid that people will know that this book was written by you under your pretense, so you deliberately put some despicable effort on the poems, how naïve and naïve. ”

Fan Xian sighed, didn't know how to answer, and at this time, everyone in the field finally knew that the stone record that had been secretly circulated in the folk palace turned out to be from the hand of Xiao Fan.

The emperor took the wine glass, sniffed the faint aroma in the glass, took a sip lightly, smiled faintly, and no longer paid attention to the embarrassed Fan Xian and the surprised sons.

There were two glasses of wine on the plate, and there was a glass for His Majesty and the Queen Mother, but at this time, the emperor took a cup of drink, and there was still one cup left, and at this time the Queen Mother had already gone downstairs, so she didn't know how to distribute it. He looked at the crown prince, and then at the eldest prince, his brows furrowed and then relaxed, and subconsciously pointed his finger at Fan Xian, and suddenly found that something was wrong, and turned very stiffly on the way, pointing to the third child who was hiding in the corner while laughing and being surprised.

The third prince was still young, and said with a bitter face: "Father, children don't like to drink. "Words like this can only be said by the little guy, so that he will not be convicted of disobedience.

The emperor had a calm face and said coldly: "You dare to do something stronger than wine, are you still afraid of such a glass of wine?"

The third prince's face was bitter, and he was so frightened that he almost cried out, so he hurriedly thanked him, walked to the railing with his little feet, stretched out his little arm to take off the wine glass, and sent it to his mouth.

............ With a crisp sound, the wine glass in the hand of the third prince fell to the ground and rolled away, he stared at the oncoming cold light in a daze, as if he couldn't figure it out, he was just drinking a glass of wine, why did this guard want to kill himself?

After all, he is a prince, and he grew up in a very complicated and dangerous situation, and the little guy immediately reacted - someone assassinated!

Behind him is the Emperor Xià, if he hugs his head and runs away, then this snow-like knife will be directly slashed on His Majesty's body. Of course, the third prince does not have the body style of the great master of the bitter lotus, nor does he have a pair of loose hands as strong as Ye Liuyun's coffin shelf, no matter how strong he is in front of the emperor, it is estimated that this earth-shattering knife will directly split him in half, and take the emperor's head by the way.

Hiding or not hiding is the same, so the third prince chose the most correct approach, he stood in place, staring at the assassin's blurred face in the knife light, his legs trembled, his crotch was wet, and he screamed in spite of it!

Yes!

Before the shrill screams resounded on the top floor, everyone in the field had already discovered the fact of the assassination, because no one had ever thought that there would be assassins in the Ouchi guards of the Qingguo Imperial Palace, so when the knife slashed at His Majesty who was holding a small wine glass on the side of the railing with a shocking momentum, no one could react, thus allowing the knife to break through the guards' defensive circle.

Only Fan Xian was an exception, as soon as he exhaled, turned his wrist, and punched over, this assassin hid too deeply, the attack was too sudden, and the sword was too strong, so that he didn't dare to keep the slightest bit, the snow-capped mountain behind him suddenly appeared bright, and the true qi that melted and gushed out was like a big river along his right arm, transported to his fist, and then smashed down into the sword light through a few steps of air.

This punch is not simple, the fist wind has already cut through the air, pushing a slight buzzing sound, like a muffled thunder, exploding in the knife light, blowing the snow-like knife light into pieces!

Of course, it's not that simple.

Fan Xian's chest was sullen, and he was extremely shocked to find that the person who made the knife was actually a strong hand of Jiupin, but it was also right, the assassin who dared to assassinate the most powerful monarch in the world, without the skills of Jiupin, how could he have the face to make a move. After the first sound of the fist, his people had already rushed to the side of the third prince, and with a flip of his left hand, the black dagger came out of his legs, and stabbed into the assassin's lower abdomen in an extremely dangerous way.

The knife in the assassin's hand was only half broken, but it became more and more poignant, and the speed was even faster, as if it were about to fight for his life. The guards finally woke up, shouted and came over here, and caught up with Fan Xian, even if this assassin was a nine-rank powerhouse, there was nothing he could do.

But at this moment, the cloud in the sky directly in front of the Hanging Temple floated away, revealing the sun, the blazing sun.

In a flash of light, there was a miserable white sè in the building, and then an assassin appeared dressed in white and armed with an ancient sword—no one knew how this assassin had appeared on the top floor, and no one had noticed that he had approached the emperor under the cover of sunlight.

At two o'clock, the guards around the emperor were the first to react, and pulled His Majesty back, and the price paid was that the two people's throats were broken, blood rushed out, and they fell to the ground before they could even pull out the knife.

A man in white, holding an ancient sword, stabbed the emperor in the face!

............ His Majesty the Emperor, who had previously boasted that he had never retired in his life, was finally dragged back a few steps by the personal guards who were not afraid of death in front of this sword that seemed to be from outside the sky.

At this time, the tip of the sword that was striking was actually a foot away from him. But everyone seemed to think that the tip of the sword had pierced the emperor's throat.

Everyone knew that Emperor Qingguo didn't know martial arts, and a few guards roared and blocked in front of His Majesty. The incident happened suddenly, and everyone was worried about the safety of the saint, so these guards chose the most direct method to block the opponent's sword momentum with human flesh.

Countless blood splattered up, but the emperor's eyes were still quiet, staring at the white-clothed assassin who was invincible and had a good sword.

............ The strength of the guards is strong enough, but it takes time to react, there is also Gonggong Hong under the Hanging Temple, and there are the only two ninth-grade powerhouses of the Ye Qin family, at this time, as long as they can stop the white-clothed swordsman for a moment, they can save His Majesty's life.

But who will stop them? The guards have done their duty, they know that there are assassins among their colleagues, and they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to survive anymore - in order to leave some life for their families, they have already taken out all their desperate skills, and the rest of the matter of blocking the sword for His Majesty should be left to His Majesty's sons...... The successive blows only occurred in a very short period of time.

At that time, the wine glass that the third prince was frightened and let go of was still spinning on the ground, and the eldest prince with a shocked face was about to rush to his father's body and block the murderous ancient sword for him, but he only had time to take two steps, and his heels had not yet touched the ground.

At this time, the slender black dagger that Fan Xian handed out was still a few inches away from the lower abdomen of the guard assassin, but he had already felt the terrifying sword momentum behind him.

The sky was full of blood, blooming like chrysanthemums all over the mountain, and the corpses of the guards were flying in the air, and they didn't even understand how the white-clothed swordsman could hide above the Hanging Temple, which had obviously been checked.

All the qiē are like slow motion, very detailed and thrilling in front of Fan Xian's eyes.

He could even see clearly with his peripheral vision, the prince rushed towards His Majesty with a sad face, that loyal and brave appearance, it was really touching, but unfortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince happened to step on the wine glass that his younger brother had missed, and he couldn't slip hard, and the whole person was about to fall to the ground in a funny posture.

God is destined to have a coincidence, at this time, only Fan Xian, who is closest to His Majesty and has the fastest reaction, will be the loyal and filial son...... The cold hairs on the back of Fan Xian's neck stood up, and the killing intent on the sword behind him was purer and more ferocious than the Jiupin assassin in front of him, and it aroused the anger buried deep in his heart in a very short time, and he was confident that in this instant, he would save His Majesty and the third child beside him at the same time, just ...... He must have been seriously injured by the white-clothed swordsman in the back.

- But he decided to fight, such a good opportunity, the stingy Fan Xian refused to miss it, such a strong enemy, the competitive Fan Xian, refused to miss it!

But at this time, to Fan Xian's heart, the assassins' last resort finally made a move.

This time, the other party used the nail that had been buried in the palace guards of Qingguo for ten years, and I don't know how much it cost, so he invited the white-clothed swordsman, desperately trying to damage his coolie business in Qingguo for more than ten years, lured away Gonggong Hong, and moved at the right time to create the current extremely wonderful situation - however, that Jiupin assassin is not a killer move, and even the white-clothed swordsman with a terrible sword is not a killer move.

The real killer move comes from behind the Emperor of Qingguo!

The little eunuch with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes who had served chrysanthemum wine before, when the emperor was forced to retreat a few steps by the white-clothed swordsman's sword, he just stood in front of him, only to see him turn over the wine case, reach out and touch it in the pillar, as if conjuring a trick, conjuring a gray dagger, and stabbing the emperor's back fiercely!

The dagger was hidden in the wooden pillar of the Hanging Temple, and the handle was painted with the same face as the wooden pillar, and after many years, no one could find that there was a murder weapon hidden there. No one knows how long this dagger has been placed here, and no one knows how long the other party has been planning this assassination plan against Emperor Qingguo.

Just looking at this patience and careful arrangement, you know that the other party is determined to succeed - the most important thing to murder the king of a country is not strength, but determination and courage.

At this time, in front of Emperor Qingguo, there was an ancient and powerful long sword, and behind him was an extremely old, but extremely slippery dagger, and there was no chance of returning it!

Fan Xian knew that he was facing the most dangerous test since his rebirth, which was more terrifying than the battle with Begonia on the meadow, but he didn't have time to sigh anything, so he had already subconsciously made the right choice for him, and the black dagger came out of his hand and stabbed the other party's eyes.

He knew that he was not an immortal, even if Uncle Wuzhu or the four great grandmasters appeared in his position, it would be impossible for him to fight hard with the white-clothed swordsman who deceived the snow while repelling the assassin in front of him and saving the life of the third child, and he still had enough time and strength to help His Majesty deal with the little eunuch behind him.

The little eunuch in the palace didn't have much kung fu, but the extremely old short sword in his hand was the most life-threatening thing.

So he chose to save the third prince first, and then save His Majesty, although this choice was a big rebellion in hindsight, but in Fan Xian's eyes, the third prince was only eight years old and still a child.

To save people, it is natural to save the small first.

............ Like a black snake, the black dagger stabbed between the eyebrows of the first assassin.

The other party's plan this time was very detailed, of course, he knew that Fan Xian's most terrifying means was this slender dagger of black sè, which was said to be a hoodoo that was opened by the old monster Fei Jie himself, and the Jiupin assassin did not dare to slack off, and with a flash of the half-straight knife, he directly hit the dagger downstairs.

He wanted to see how Fan Tisi, who was known as both civil and military in the world, could face his own knife when he lost his weapon.

As soon as the dagger flew out of the railing, Fan Xian had already turned around sharply, giving his back to the assassin, and in the process of turning around, with an extremely fast speed that no one could see clearly, he flicked it in his hair and waved it back lightly.

A thin embroidery needle pierced the outer edge of the assassin's tail finger impartially, only a trace of it was pierced, and it seemed impossible for even a drop of blood to come out.

The assassin, on the other hand, snorted, and suddenly felt that his blood was not smooth, and he swung out a knife and cut off his tail finger.

When I looked up, I was no longer there.

Fan Xian, who looked like a ghost, had already come to the invincible white-clothed swordsman at this time, and stopped between him and the emperor.

A large cloud of yellow, green, and white smoke spreads out in the wooden building on the top floor of the Hanging Temple, which is really indescribably weird, like the fireworks that can occasionally be seen in Kyoto.

Unexpectedly, the white-clothed swordsman seemed to know Fan Xian's dangerous combat methods very well, and had already avoided the three crossbow arrows, and also held his breath, still straight with a sword, piercing thousands of mountains, crossing thousands of waters, breaking through the smoke, and killing Fan Xian's face.

At this time, Fan Xian, who had used all the means, was in front of the emperor, even if this sword stabbed over, it would only stab Fan Xian's body first, even if he was so benevolent and righteous that he was willing to give his life for the emperor Lao Tzu, he could only do this, as for the little eunuch behind His Majesty...... Well, please ask yourself for more blessings.

A sword is coming!

The domineering true qi in Fan Xian's body was extremely aggressive, and at this time, I didn't know if it was the mind that was directing the true qi, or if the true qi had already controlled the mind, only to hear him scream, his palms rushed out, and the true qi in his body seemed to be compressed into two extremely solid mountain stones, and came out through his arms to meet the cold sword.

The white-clothed swordsman frowned slightly, knowing that if he still held the sword and went straight forward, even if he pierced Fan Xian's chest, he was afraid that he would be smashed by the terrifying two palms that would shatter his sternum.

With a snort, the ancient sword was like an immortal pulling out a green branch in the world, swinging slightly and stabbing into Fan Xian's shoulder!

At this moment, the white-clothed swordsman gave up his sword and faced Fan Xian.

There was a loud bang, the strength shook all sides, the dust was huge, the poisonous smoke was gone, no matter how talented the white-clothed swordsman was, he couldn't match the foundation of true qi laid by Fan Xian when he was an infant, his left hand was slightly weaker, and his wrist bone snapped, and it was broken.

But what frightened Fan Xian was that when the white-clothed swordsman was shocked back by himself, he could actually pull out the ancient sword inserted in his shoulder casually! What a speed, what a wonderful technique!

If you miss a blow, you will immediately retreat, which is the style of a first-class assassin, the white-clothed swordsman is on the edge of the railing a little, and without looking at Fan Xian again, he jumps to the bottom of the temple, his clothes are blown apart by the mountain wind, like a white crane dancing without dust.

............ At the moment when the white-clothed swordsman and Fan Xian fought, two unnoticeable sounds sounded in the field.

The Jiupin assassin who made Fan Xian a little wolf, his face was red with blood at this time, his shoulders and shoulder bones were shattered, blood was flowing everywhere, and with a trace of unwillingness and despair in his eyes, he fell!

At the same time as he fell, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and by the time his body touched the floor, he was already very dead. Behind this assassin, stood Gonggong Hong.

The father-in-law Hong, who had been lying on his back, stood quietly, still holding his hands in his hands, as if he had not moved at all before.

Fan Xian turned around in despair when he thought of the assassin's best move, but saw a picture that shocked him so much that he remembered it many years later.

The little eunuch with the dagger intending to assassinate had already fainted on the floor, and there was a piece of sawdust all over his head!

And the target of his assassination, the emperor of Qingguo, held a wooden plate containing half of the wine glass, which was the only weapon that the previous emperor could catch in the chaos, he looked at the little eunuch at his feet and said coldly: "Although I am not Ye Liuyun, I am not a horn like you can kill!"

Indeed, although Emperor Qingguo does not practice the so-called martial arts, after all, he is also a brave man who immediately fights the world.

Fan Xian, who was frightened, looked at the image of the emperor holding half a wooden plate, but he didn't know how to remember the old boy movie he watched in his previous life...... What a move!

—————————————————————————— there was a burst of screams and scolding under the hanging temple, presumably the white-clothed swordsman had fled, it seemed that the magnates of Qingguo were really bold, xìng was spicy, and they knew that the other party was an assassin who carried out the assassination of the saint, so they actually surrounded him.

Another exclamation and muffled snort came upstairs.

At this time, this is not the time to show merit and punishment, Fan Xian stretched out his head to look at the railing, and saw that on the ground, Kyoto garrison Ye Chong was standing with his lips covered, with his eyesight, he could clearly see that the other party was vomiting blood, presumably when he fought with the white-clothed swordsman before, he was ruthless.

Ye Zhong is a rare nine-rank powerhouse in Qingguo Kyoto, since he vomited blood under the sneak attack, the white-clothed swordsman was naturally injured even more, and sure enough, among the chrysanthemums in the mountains in the distance, you can see the slightly sluggish figure of the white-clothed swordsman.

"Legend has it that Sigu Jian had a younger brother who ran away from home since he was a child, and no one knew where he was. His Majesty the Emperor stood behind Fan Xian and said coldly: "Fan Xian, catch him for me and see if the two brothers are the same idiots!"

Even in a thrilling encounter, Emperor Qingguo, who had always been extremely calm, finally became angry.

Fan Xian knew that it was not his turn to say anything at this time, since Gonggong Hong had already gone upstairs, it was not his turn to care about the emperor's next safety, although his shoulders were still bleeding, but his people had already jumped out of the railing, like a blackbird, rushing downstairs quickly.

There was another exclamation downstairs.

"Watch the play!" Fan Xian's face was cold, since the emperor had spoken, there was nothing he could do.

A moment after he swept by, Ye Chong, the Kyoto garrison who was also caught off guard, finally finished breathing, with a black face, and swept in the direction where the white-clothed swordsman had fled, Gong Dian was his junior brother, if he couldn't catch that assassin today, he was afraid that the entire Ye family would be unlucky, and he couldn't wash it by jumping into the river, even if he fought for his life, he would have to catch the assassin with his own hands, and he would capture it alive!

Immediately afterwards, the light masters among the guards also turned into countless arrows and pounced on the mountains and fields.

At the foot of the mountain, there are forbidden troops surrounded by layers, and on the mountain, there are two nine-rank powerhouses, Fan Xian and Ye Chong, who led a group of red-eyed Ouchi guards to chase and kill, I don't know if the white-clothed assassin can escape.