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 ruthless characters who have been in the war for a long time, a little chaos, then calmed down, and arranged another layer of defense in addition to the guards under the arrangement of several elders, 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 black dagger handle 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.

Eyes swept in the building. He was slightly relieved that he didn't see the expected assassination happening, and then he saw the figure of the Queen Mother in the corridor. Wan'er, who was most worried about herself, was supporting the old man, and the mysterious Hong Gonggong was walking in the back with his hands on his sleeves and his body.

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." The ministers are worried about His Majesty's safety. ”

His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo is wearing a bright yellow dress today but with a distinctly more casual style, and he carries his hands behind his back. Looking out of the fence, the terrain here is very high, at a glance, countless rivers and mountains are in the eyes, and the mountains of yellow chrysanthemums are full of slaughter. The Emperor didn't seem to worry much about his own safety. looked at this piece of great rivers and mountains belonging to him calmly, and seemed to show 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, on the third floor. Merged with the guards who came upstairs to greet him, and cautiously retreated downstairs. On the top floor of the suspended temple, in addition to the unusually calm and unusually calm emperor, there were three royal men, the crown prince, the eldest prince, and the third prince, more than a dozen palace guards with knives, and four or five small eunuchs who accompanied them.

Fan Xian's eyes swept away, and he saw the defense force in the building clearly, and a trace of worry couldn't help but flash between his eyebrows, the fire downstairs was obviously strange. It's just that he was quickly extinguished by his own opportunity, and he didn't 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 it is possible for people to sneak in with Qingguo's strong strength - but as the commander 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 top 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?

At this time, upstairs, except for those guards with knives, are really masters...... It seems that he is alone. Fan Xian was a little arrogant in judging 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 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 a generation of monarchs must show, but Fan Xian didn't want to cause the death of countless innocent people in Qingguo because of this middle-aged man's injury, frowned slightly, and made a look at the prince who was forced to show his composure behind His Majesty.

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, but I don't have this interest, and said in a deep voice: "Although there is no abnormal movement, but this place is high on the peak, and it is the most difficult to prevent...... Please also ask Your Majesty to put the world first 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 someone 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 Association did not let the courtyard interfere, how could he anticipate the enemy's opportunity? - But he immediately thought that the Supervision Yuan's spy network all over the world had indeed not heard any news recently, and the forces that dared to attack the Qingguo royal family in this world were nothing more than two or three. Those two or three have been quite quiet recently, and Dongyi City, which is the most difficult to guess, has also remained calm, and Sigu Jian has always been the focus of observation in the Supervision Institute, 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 thought that he had been reprimanded by His Majesty, and their faces were a little unbearable. The prince coughed lightly, ready to say something for Fan Xianfen, but suddenly thought that Fan Xian had beaten the second child miserably in recent days, which made him "very pleased", but the strength of this courtier seemed to be so terrifying that he couldn't control it, and at this time, the father suppressed the other party. Maybe there was something else to think about, so I kept my mouth shut and just cast a comforting look at Fan Xian.

But the eldest prince would not think about it so much. He 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." For the peace of mind of those adults downstairs, you better go downstairs first. ”

The emperor seemed to appreciate the eldest prince's attitude of saying everything, but he still didn't have a good face for Fan Xian. said coldly: "Fan Xian, as the director of the Supervision Yuan, you are so panicked in the event of an incident, 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 taught you a lesson." ”

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 Your Majesty is tied to the world with one body." Safety is no trivial matter, it must be cherished, no matter how cautious it is, this yellow flower scene reappears every year, but His Majesty Qingguo is only one person, even if it is said that the minister is panicked, timid as a mouse, the minister also wants to ask His Majesty to go downstairs and return to the palace. ”

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

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"You are very bold...... I don't know why, after hearing this, 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 those eyes were closed, and the mountain breeze outside the column gently blew on 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 looked at this scene, secretly despised the king of a country and played 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 in close proximity were all loyal, and the relatives of the last 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 shook, 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?

Father-in-law Dai said loudly: "Your Majesty has been assassinated forty-three times in his life, 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 in his stomach more than any other day. But in his position, he seeks his own government, and since he is the secretary of the Supervision Yuan, he has to be responsible for the emperor's safety. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to carry the biggest black pot in the world, so he still refuses to give up, is cheeky, and has the courage to persuade the emperor to go downstairs and return to the palace.

The emperor finally succeeded in being annoyed by him, and scolded in the fire: "How did Fan Jian teach you such a wreck!

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 had already calmed down, and it was estimated that no matter how powerful the assassin was, he would only have to take the opportunity to escape. Otherwise, if the forbidden army spreads its net and searches the mountains for a while, there will definitely be no good end. Therefore, the mood of everyone in the building relaxed a little, and they looked at His Majesty, who had always been moody, scolding Fan Xian. 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 watching this scene. I feel very angry.

I don't know why Your 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. The important ministers of the court, in the Qingguo court, which is deeply civilized, is still extremely rare to lose the face of the courtiers.

Fan Xian listened with a wry smile on his face, but he heard something else, he was afraid that His 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 and ruthless and shameless and mentally retarded, and actually playing such a trick to save the saint for the saint to show - the emperor is not a fool, at least his IQ will not be lower than himself. How could it not be seen, but it seemed that the emperor believed that Fan Xian was 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 naïve round class student, Fan Jian is not a little girl who cries at the iron gate in fright 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 to favor - the reason why the emperor is angry actually has little to do with Fan Xian.

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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 Dai's father-in-law beside him, signaling that his Tiankou Lord 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 clouds in the sky, he finally couldn't help but smile a little, "Coldly chanting a thousand autumn poems, drunk with a glass of cold wine, both go up to the high-rise 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 has been prepared next to it, but there is a small fire in the hanging temple, which makes everyone uneasy, and they forget to bring it out.

Listening to that poem, Fan Xian was slightly shocked, this is a chrysanthemum poem in Lijia 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, but this matter can't be hidden from the world after all, and Fan Xian didn't take it seriously.

"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 talked about the way of literature 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 view, it's really a blessing." ”

"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 audience 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. If it weren't for the world-famous Xiao Fan, I really don't know that I would go to another person in the world.

The Emperor took the glass, sniffed the slightly strong aroma in the glass, and took a sip gently. With a faint smile, he no longer paid attention to the embarrassed Fan Xian and the surprised sons.

There were two glasses of wine on the plate, and it was expected that His Majesty and the Queen Mother would have a glass each, but at this time the emperor had taken 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, then at the eldest prince, his brows furrowed and then relaxed, and subconsciously pointed his finger at Fan Xian. Suddenly, I found that something was wrong, and I turned around very stiffly on the way, pointing to the third child who was hiding in the corner while laughing and being surprised.

The third prince is still young. With a bitter face, he said, "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: "Things are stronger than wine." Do you dare to do it, are you afraid of such a glass of wine?"

The third prince's face was bitter, and he was pressed by this cold momentum. I was so frightened that I almost cried, so I quickly thanked him, walked to the railing with my little feet, stretched out my little arm to take down the wine glass, and put it in my mouth.

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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, so why did this guard hack himself to death?

After all, he is a prince, and he grew up in an extremely complicated and dangerous situation since he was a child, and the little guy immediately reacted - someone assassinated!

Behind him is His Majesty the Emperor, if he holds his head and runs away, then this snow-like knife will be directly slashed at His Majesty's body. Of course, the third prince does not have the ability of the great master of the bitter lotus to step on the snow without a trace, nor does he have a pair of 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 sword light, his legs trembled, his crotch was wet, and he screamed desperately!

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 towards the side of the railing and grabbed the small wine glass, no one could react, so that the knife broke through the defensive circle of the guards.

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, and the snow-capped mountains 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, he dared to assassinate the assassin of the most powerful monarch in the world, and he didn't have the skills of Jiupin, how could he have the face to make a move. At this time, he had already floated 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 insidious manner.

The knife in the assassin's hand was only half broken, but the knife became more and more poignant, and the speed was faster, as if they were living and dying together. 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, the buildings were a miserable white, and then an Assassin dressed entirely in white and armed with a plain ancient sword appeared—no one knew how the 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 two emperor's guards were the first to react and pulled His Majesty back, and the price paid was that the two people's throats were broken, blood gushed out, and they fell to the ground before they could even pull out their knives.

A man in white. With an ancient sword, stab the emperor in front of the door!

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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.

At this time, the tip of the sword that was striking was actually a foot away from him. But everyone seemed to feel that the tip of the sword. It seems to have stabbed the emperor in the throat.

All the people knew that Emperor Qingguo did not know martial arts, and a few guards roared in front of His Majesty, and the incident happened suddenly, and they were worried about the safety of the saint, these guards chose the most direct method, using human flesh to block the opponent's sword momentum.

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

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The strength of the guards is sufficient, and there is Gonggong Hong under the Hanging Temple, as well as the only two ninth-grade powerhouses of the Ye Qin family. At this time, as long as you can stop the white-clothed swordsman for a moment, you can save Your Majesty's life.

But who is going to stop them? The guards had done their part, knowing that there were Assassins among their colleagues. I'm afraid that it will be difficult to live anymore, in order to leave some way for their families to live, their desperate skills have been taken out, and the rest of the matter of blocking the sword for His Majesty should be left to His Majesty's sons......

A few hits in a row. It only happened for a very short period of time. At that time, the wine glass that the third prince was frightened and took off was still spinning on the ground, and the eldest prince with a shocked face was about to rush to his father's body. He blocked 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 black slender dagger that Fan Xian handed out sinisterly was still a few inches away from the lower abdomen of the guard assassin, but he had already felt the earth-shattering 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 think about it. How could that white-clothed swordsman hide above the Hanging Temple, which had obviously been checked.

Everything is like slow motion, very detailed and thrilling in front of Fan Xian's eyes.

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

Heaven is destined to coincide with the chance, 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 frenzied 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, but he would definitely be 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 nails 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, the handle was painted exactly the same color as the wooden pillar, and over time, no one could find out 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, we know that the other side is determined to succeed - the murder of the king of a country requires most not strength, but determination and courage.

At this time, Emperor Qingguo was in front of him. It is an ancient sword, but the sword is terrifying, and behind him is an extremely old sword. But the extremely slippery dagger has no chance to be returned!

Fan Xian knew that he was facing the most dangerous test since his rebirth, which was more terrifying than the battle with the begonia field 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 repel the assassin in front of him. In the case of saving the life of the third child, there is still enough time and strength to fight hard with the white-clothed swordsman who bullied the snow. Go and help Your 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.

Save. Naturally, the small ones are saved first.

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The black dagger was like a black snake, stabbing at the eyebrows of the first assassin, the other party planned in great detail this time, of course, he knew that Fan Xian's most terrifying means was this black slender dagger, which was said to be an hoodoo that the old monster of Fei Jie personally opened, 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. Fan Tisi, who is known as both civil and military in the world, how can he face his own knife when he has lost his weapon.

When the dagger just flew out of the railing, Fan Xian had already turned around sharply, giving his back to the assassin, and in the process of turning, with an extremely fast speed that no one could see at all, 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 had already come to the invincible white-clothed swordsman at this time, and stopped between him and the emperor, and with him, naturally, there were three soul-seducing black crossbow arrows and a few large canopys that could no longer distinguish their effectiveness, but they must be very lewd together, enough to rot the poisonous smoke!

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.

But the white-clothed swordsman seemed to know Fan Xian's insidious combat methods very well, and he had already avoided the three crossbow arrows, and he 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 die for the emperor Lao Tzu, he could only go so far, as for the little eunuch behind His Majesty who assassinated...... Well, please ask your majesty to ask 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 heart that was directing the true qi, or 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 strong mountain stones, and came out through his arms, facing 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!

One hit missed, immediately retreated, it was the style of a first-class assassin, the white-clothed swordsman toe a little on the edge of the railing, no longer looked at Fan Xian, then jumped to the temple, his clothes were blown apart by the mountain wind, like a white crane that does not stick to the dust.

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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 embarrassed, his face was red with blood at this time, his shoulders and shoulder bones were shattered, blood was flowing everywhere, and there was a trace of unwillingness and despair in his eyes, and he fell, and at the same time he fell, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and when his body touched the floor, he was already very dead.

Behind this assassin, Gonggong Hong, who had been hunched up, still held his hands in his hands, as if he hadn't made a move.

Fan Xian suddenly thought of the assassin's best move, Huo Ran turned around, and then saw a picture that shocked him and made him remember it many years later.

The little eunuch with the dagger intent to assassinate fainted on the floor, and there was a cloud of sawdust all over his head.

And the target of his assassination, His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo, held a wooden plate containing half of the wine glass in his hand, which was the only weapon that His Majesty the Emperor could catch in the chaos before, he looked at the little eunuch at his feet and said in a cold voice: "Although I am not Ye Liuyun, I am not a character like you who 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 and temperamental, and they knew that the other party was an assassin who assassinated the saint, so they surrounded him one after another.

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 both 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.

(The author thinks this chapter is well written and proud.) ）