"Shoot the arrows!" Rain dripped from the temple's muddy beard. The pale-faced commander of the forbidden army gave the order in a slightly trembling voice.

Countless feathered arrows broke away from the tight bowstring at this moment. Suddenly, the speed increased to the top. Tears the rain in the air. Shot at Wuzhu, who was standing alone in the middle of the square.

The dense feathers of arrows seem to cover the sky and the sun. It's just that today's rainstorm took the lead in stealing this effect, so countless arrows and feathers shot out quickly as if venting their dissatisfaction, crushing all the raindrops in the sky and the earth, and making the entire square sky. It has become a curtain of water like a god!

Contrasting with the terrifying sound, there was the eerie whistling sound of these arrows piercing the air. These voices represent the powerful military power of Qingguo, and they also represent the irresistible killing intent.

In such a dense attack of arrow feathers. No one survived. Fan Xian can't. Even in the days of Dadong Mountain, the leaves were flowing clouds. The ground was nothing more than a few hundred crossbow arrows, and in that terrain. The great grandmaster's erratic body method was originally their greatest guarantee.

How to kill a great grandmaster? Fan Xian had pondered this question back then. It must be placed on the plain, fire a volley of 10,000 arrows, and then charge in a chain with heavy armored cavalry, so as not to give the great master the possibility of escaping.

Wuzhu, who stands alone in the rain, is very strong. At least those who know the name of his land. He never thought that he was weaker than a great grandmaster, and it was obvious that the forbidden army had collected his troops and released arrows. It is very suitable for Fan Xian's plan back then_ At this time, the square was wide, although it was raining. There's nothing to stop the line of sight. After all, manpower is sometimes poor, and there are people who are one against ten thousand. However, the arrows and feathers are fired together, but it is like combining the power of ten thousand people into one. How to resist?

In the face of feathered arrows that are denser than the rainstorm, can Wuzhu still stand incomparably strong in the center of the square?

The Wuzhu ground body method is not as fast as Ye Liuyun. Wuzhu didn't shoot with a sword that was ruthless, Wuzhu couldn't escape from the rain like a bitter lotus, he just raised his head indifferently, through the moist black cloth. Look at the rush of faces. The wind is blowing. Dozens of feet around his body were shrouded in a rain of black arrows.

The tip of the arrow pierced the raindrops. came to him.

In today's world, the strongest light body kung fu should be Fan Xian. With the help of Ku He's Dharma booklet, he could sweep more than ten feet on the snow. However, it is he who is facing this rain of arrows at this moment. There is no way to sweep away from the range under the rain of arrows like lightning.

So Wuzhudi's body didn't move. There was no attempt to avoid this rain of arrows, which had been apparently gathering momentum for a long time, and was extremely dense. Because no one can avoid it - he just took the subway drill back from the rain around him. Across his chest, like a door, it suddenly burst shut, locking his figure behind the rain and fog.

The terrifying sound of countless arrows stabbing the target seemed to sound at the same time, and some of the powerful arrows stabbed the bluestone slab at the foot of Wuzhu and bounced violently. In the air, you can't resist the force of the arrow. There was a snap, and some of the arrows shot directly into the narrow gap between the bluestone slabs. Arrow feathers buzzed.

Just for a moment. Countless arrows covered Wuzhu's slightly thin body, and after countless heart-palpitating sounds, there was silence in the imperial city, and everyone's pupils gradually shrank. Shrinking in horror, he stared in disbelief at the scene in front of him.

Arrows are like weeds after being swept away by the spring rains. In the middle of the square in front of the palace, it is densely inserted into the ground. Splash in the air!

And in the middle of the most dense rain of arrows, Wuzhu still stood silently, and at some point, he had been wearing a hat that had reached his hand, interspersed with an unknown number of arrows. It looked like a black fur ball, oozing with a cold glow.

And his right hand was still holding the hammer steadily. Underneath his right hand were countless branches that he had cut off the feathers of the earth.

The rain-soaked square was full of arrows, and Gotake stood among the remnants of arrows on the ground, killing intent after being broken except for where his feet were standing. He seems to be the only one left in this world. Stood on clean ground.

Suddenly, the rain subsided. It seems that God has also begun to faintly fear this blind man who is still standing stubbornly under the arrows of ten thousand feathers. I want to see this scene more clearly. So the thick rain clouds above the palace were suddenly torn open a gap, and the sun's rays fell through the gap. shone on Wuzhu's body, and indifferently reflected a clear light for this blind man in cloth.

The light rain and the autumn breeze blow. Wuzhu's body was soaked with a lichen, and his shirt was gently brushed, and there was a thud. The hat on his left hand, which he didn't know how many feathered arrows he had undertaken, finally died and was scattered and broken in his hands. It's like a fragile lantern.

No one knew what was going on, and the Imperial City Forbidden Army didn't understand this miraculous scene at all. How did he appear in the world, at the moment when ten thousand arrows came. Wuzhu actually moved, but he moved too fast. so much so that he had an iron chisel in his hand and a hat that rotated at high speed. Both of these traces have become the slightest afterimage in the rain. No one could see the ground at all.

The feet of the five bamboos are like two stakes, standing deep in the earth. He has a subway chisel in his right hand, as if he is alive. The trajectory of each arrow was completely calculated, and with the strong execution ability of Wuzhu's limbs, it was incredible to cut down every arrow that really pierced his body.

The previous moment. Every time Tie Chi stabbed and slashed the horizontal block, Wuzhu was strongly limited to the range of his body, and not an inch was exceeded. He let the whizzing arrows rub against his lichen. Rubbing your earlobes. Rubbing his thighs and flying past. But they didn't even look at the arrows.

In front of the soaked cloth shoes. Filled with feathered arrows. Wuzhu did not make a single block, and this kind of absolute calculation ability, and the confidence that comes with it, and the strength of the mind that it demonstrates, is really not something that can be found in the human world.

Replace it with any Grand Master. I'm afraid it won't be as calm as Wuzhu showed before. Because no one in this world can calculate so many things in such a short period of time except Wuzhu. And in the electric flint. Be able to respond in the most appropriate way.

Ten thousand arrows are fired. But it was a salvo, and it was important to cover all the areas where Wuzhu could hide. So the arrow that really shot towards Wuzhu's body. And not so much, however...... in this world. Except for Wuzhu, who can be in such a critical moment. And so calmly make such a judgment?

It's not much more than for Wuzhu, Rao is so, the iron drill in his hand. Nor can it be in an instant. Cut down all the dense feathered arrows that came to you. So his left hand also moved, and he directly removed the hat he was wearing on top of his head. Start taking a quick spin in the rain. Countless arcs of rain were rolled up, and countless arrows were shaken away......

The hat was shattered. It shattered like a lantern and scattered on the wet ground with a thud, shaking up countless remnants of arrows.

Wuzhu straightened the five fingers of his left hand with some difficulty, looking at the few feather arrows that penetrated his arm, but his face, which had no expression, suddenly had an extremely real emotion.

It hurts a little, Wuzhu thought to himself. Then that root is inserted deep into the bone. He even pierced out of the ground feather arrow and pulled it out of his left forearm, and the sound of the arrow rubbing against the flesh and bone of his forearm. At this moment. It seems to drown out the sound of the rain that is gradually decreasing.

There was silence up and down the Imperial City, and the clear light penetrated through the cracks in the sky of Kyoto, shining on Gotake's thin body, and he slowly and imperceptibly pulled out the arrow from his body. Then he wiped the liquid from the wound and lifted again.

When this step falls. There was the sound of arrows shattering. Because Wuzhu was walking on the pile of arrows in front of him, walking towards the palace.

The morale of the forbidden army was extremely low at this moment. Even more depressed than it was a year ago, because the fear of the unknown is terrifying. But it's definitely scarier than watching a monster right in front of you. They didn't know who the strong man under the palace was still standing in the rain of arrows, but they subconsciously thought that the other party must not be human. I'm afraid of what kind of monster!

Or...... Immortal?

Strict discipline in the Qing army. Even if they were facing a great master who had been praised by all the peoples, maybe they would not pause in the slightest, but would use a torrential rain of arrows to kill the enemies of Qingguo, but today they really felt fear. Because that strong man is not only a manifestation of immense power. More critically. They were shocked by the indifference shown by the mighty man.

Therefore, when the five bamboos are densely packed, there is a pile of residual arrows like spring grass. When I was about to walk to the front of the palace gate. The second wave of arrow rain still hasn't fallen.

With a pale face, Miyadian looked at the blind man who was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, I felt a little bitter in my mouth. The five great people are already too close to the imperial city, even if they invade with arrows again, I am afraid that the effect is not as good as before, could it be that the mission given to him by His Majesty will never be completed?

Emperor Qing in this life. There are only two things to fear, one is the black box. The other is the fifth child who has been steadily coming today, His Majesty the Emperor has been in the Taiping Courtyard for more than 20 years. More than once I wanted to rid Wuzhu of this world. However...... In the end, he still failed, just to deal with Gotake's revenge. His Majesty the Emperor naturally has his own set of plans.

Fan Xian came back from the temple, and naturally Wuzhu also returned, and Emperor Qing never had the luxury of expecting God to surprise him. He didn't do much to prepare for Wuzhu. Because the world can make streets and five bamboo lands. Not much. What's more, now there is only one place in the Diqing Kingdom that is getting old and tired, and that Master Ye Liuyun has long since drifted away......

In Emperor Qing's opinion, the only possible way to clear the five bamboos was the wall of the imperial palace. Countless forbidden armies blocked it, and there was a fire all over the world.

Because a few years ago, on the wasteland behind the Qing Temple, Emperor Qing had seen the messenger of the temple with his own eyes. In the fire, it gradually melted into strange things. I have also heard those crackling sounds with my own ears - the palace ceremony. It is the executor who specifically implements Emperor Qing's plan to remove five bamboos. For this purpose, the Praetorian Army prepared rockets and corresponding facilities during these days.

However, the heavens seem to be celebrating this autumn in the twelfth year of the calendar. really abandoned it, and it was chosen in the world to be the true destiny of the Son. When Wuzhu came outside the palace because of inexplicable and deep emotions. Suddenly, the sky fell on Kyoto's late autumn rain, which is rare in a century.

The pouring rain hit the palace preparations hard. It seems that he also wants to cleanse the past of the Nanqing court and give a funeral to a powerful king.

Gong Dian took a deep breath and looked at Wuzhu getting closer and closer. He stopped firing arrows and shouted coldly in a hoarse voice, "Prepare the oil for fire!"

If you want to shroud the five bamboos under the imperial city in a sea of fire. During the Kyoto Rebellion four years ago, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the most powerful through the gunpowder air explosion poison plan set up by the Supervision Yuan, but as early as four years ago, Fan Xian had hidden a large amount of gunpowder in the stock of the Supervision Yuan under the small building. The most important thing is ...... This rain is all over the place. It's damn rain, so Miyadian can only hope for the oil of fire. Able to kill the five major people under the Imperial City.

The oil was splashed, but it couldn't be splashed on Wuzhudi at all. Wuzhu seems to walk slowly and steadily, but it looks like an antelope flying on a cliff. Walked to the front of the palace gate. The rain is getting quieter. The forbidden army in the imperial city finally ignited more than a dozen rockets and shot them all. As soon as the flames touched the fire oil mixed with water under the imperial city, it immediately burned violently. The flames are like a torrential rain rising from the ground. The rain of fire suddenly poked out huge flames. To engulf Wuzhu's lonely figure!

Right now. Wuzhu flew up. More precisely, he walked up. Completely beyond the imagination of all human beings, the subway drill in his hand was ready to stab a gap in the palace about two feet high, and his body accelerated rapidly as if it had been ejected by a bowstring. Turned into an indifferent shadow, on the smooth and steep imperial city wall. Keep your feet staggered, and just run towards the city wall!

No one can describe the scene. Five bamboos are on the way. On the walls of the imperial city. Running against the rainy sky!

When Wuzhu's feet in cloth shoes. When it landed firmly on the head of the imperial city, the palace knew that the general trend had gone, and there was no one in this world except for His Majesty the Emperor. No one can stop Wuzhu from entering the palace.

Under the autumn rain, there was a sudden thunderous sound of horses' hooves in a corner of the square. The number of cavalry lands is not very large. However, it is particularly solemn, the Privy Council is the first person in the military of Qingguo. Handsome Ye finally rushed over from the Privy Council.

Ye Chong's face was shocked and pale, and the rain made his gray hair stick to his slightly dark face. Looking unusually embarrassed, he looked at the lonely blind man at the head of the city from a distance, jumped off his horse, and ran wildly in the rain in the direction of the imperial city. But he almost stumbled. He shouted bitterly: "Five people." Don't mess around!"

"I know that the temple is ruined...... But I think that since the fifth child is a native of the temple. The temple always has a way of keeping him there, and who knows if he will actually be able to return to the human world. Why is that?"

"Why is it raining so heavily today?"

"I have the world in mind. Hand control thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. But today I was forced to drive in front of a horseman, who can tell me why this is?"

"How unjust Heaven is. If you give me some more time. No, if I hadn't been injured under that box that day, why should I be afraid that the fifth child would come here?"

"But even if the fifth comes, so what?"

From time to time, he heard urgent reports from outside the palace, but he still looked calm, His Majesty the Emperor, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, and he slowly stood up from the dragon chair. Raise your hands steadily. Let Eunuch Yao beside him carefully check the dragon robe on his body, and there are wrinkles.

There are many kinds of dragon robes, and Emperor Qing is wearing a dragon robe that is very close to him today, so he must have made a move on him later. There will be no impact. It's just that. It's just that...... Why did the wrinkles in the corners of His Majesty's eyes look so tired?

Standing in the quiet and empty Tai Chi Hall, Emperor Qing was silent for a long time, and his hair was combed extremely neatly. Tie it casually with a pale yellow ribbon at the back of your head. It looks particularly chic.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes. There was no longer the faint self-deprecation in his eyes when he asked himself, but only a calm and powerful confidence.

His Majesty the Emperor's calm and indifferent gaze followed the open gate of the Taiji Hall and passed through the square in front of the hall. I kept looking at the main gate of the Imperial City, where the sound of fighting gradually rose. He knew that the fifth would come from there in a while. Because he knows the character of the fifth child. That guy in this life. It will only take this most direct path.

"Did you find Fan Xian?" His eyes drooped slightly, and he gently turned a jade wrench between his fingers. Asked very casually.

"Not yet. Eunuch Yao respectfully feasted on the side: "Miss Fan disappeared last night. ”

The Emperor closed his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said, "It seems that I still underestimate many people, such as Ruoruo, this girl. ”

Eunuch Yao didn't dare to answer at this time. It's just that in my heart, I feel very weird. When the palace knew the accurate news of Fan Xian's entry into Beijing. His Majesty invited Miss Fan into the palace for the first time last night. Obviously, His Majesty pinched Fan Xian's lifeline. And yet who knows...... Last night, Miss Fan suddenly disappeared in the palace.

If Miss Fan is a master of hiding the ground. Then why was he invited into the palace by the inner court. Instead of fleeing outside the palace?

The imperial city is located on the ground with ten thousand forbidden troops. is still using his own flesh and blood and life to stubbornly block the entry of Wuzhudi, and there is blood all the way. But none of the forbidden soldiers took a step back! Even Si Gu Jian used a wooden stick to kill ants under the big green tree back then, and it took time, not to mention that it was a person who was killing the ground now, and Wuzhu was still killing calmly, but there were never fewer people in front of him. I don't know how long I have to kill.

"Half an hour to go. "His Majesty the Emperor always seems to have an accurate grasp of the development of all things in the world. He walked out of the Tai Chi Hall slowly, stood under the corridor, and looked at the increasingly thin rain outside the corridor. Thoughtful.

The eunuchs and maids in the palace retreated far away with nervous faces. The emperor was the only eunuch Yao by his side. It seems so lonely.

The emperor's brows suddenly furrowed, coughed lightly a few times, and took the white silk from Eunuch Yao's hand and wiped the corners of his lips. said indifferently: "If An Zhi doesn't make a move, this matter will be interesting." ”

The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense and serious. There is no trace of liveliness at all. Naturally quite uninteresting. At this time, Fan Xian, among the several eunuchs at the end of the corridor of the Taiji Palace, looked at the middle-aged man in the distance with a very heavy mood, or should it be said that now...... Old man.

It was just after midnight yesterday, under the cover of darkness. Fan Xian came to the palace alone, and this time he didn't try to do it again like after the poetry meeting in front of the palace that year. Learn from geckos to climb into the palace. Because of the current Kyoto, because the war is in full swing in the north. And even more so because of his return. The defense forces have been raised to an extremely terrifying level. I want to go over the wall again. It's an impossible task.

So Fan Xian used the chess piece that he buried in the deepest place in this world. This chess piece is except for him. Only Wang Qinian knows. Deng Ziyue only vaguely understood something, that is, Hong Zhu.

Now Di Hongzhu has returned to the imperial study. Favored again. With the help of the secret combing guide of this celebrity in the palace, Fan Xian seemed to be relaxed, but in fact, he sneaked into the palace through the direction of Huanyifang in an extremely dangerous way.

Fan Xian didn't think about selling himself if Hong Zhu sold himself. What a consequence that would be, and he had come to this point in his second life. What else would not dare to lose?

After infiltrating the palace. Fan Xian knew the news that his sister had been accepted into the palace again, and he immediately understood His Majesty's thoughts. It seems that you are living and dying at this moment today. The man sitting on the dragon chair finally tore off all the masks of hypocrisy. Prepare to directly threaten yourself with Ruoruo's life.

This is different from Ruoruo as a hostage in the first place. Because His Majesty the Emperor at that time had enough confidence in himself, he could still retain the face of the Holy Monarch. Fan Xian wasn't worried that he would really threaten his sister's life and death.

And now the emperor is old, and his lingering injuries are not healed at all. I'm afraid he also smells the smell of death.

Fan Xian squinted. Keep your head down cautiously. Behind those palace maids, through the gaps in their clothes, they looked at the emperor Lao Tzu at the main entrance of the Taiji Palace, and their mood was a little complicated for a while.

He also knew about the changes in the imperial city, and guessed the arrival of Uncle Wuzhu, but he couldn't figure it out. Uncle Wuzhu really woke up, but in any case, Fan Xian knew very well the strength of these peerless powerhouses and the strong combat effectiveness of the Qing army, even if Wuzhu broke through the defense of the forbidden army unusually strongly, he was afraid that when he came to the Taiji Palace. It is bound to be injured.

And in the face of the emperor Lao Tzu, who has been waiting for him for a long time, what chance can Uncle Wuzhu have?

Fan Xiandi's eyes narrowed even more, and he looked at His Majesty the Emperor in the distance and coughed lightly twice. Then he put the white silk that wiped his mouth into his sleeve.