There have only been nearly 100 great masters on the mainland, and each of them has a legend, but it is rare for a great master to emerge in one era.

And in this era, there were twelve great masters on the road, two of whom protected the emperor in the Northern Palace, and later became the two generals on the road to Li Wenlan's unification of Kyushu.

Feng Shu flew over the palace and landed on a roof, and an ink-colored figure suddenly appeared in front of her: "I wonder what Princess Anyang is doing on the roof of the Wolong Palace late at night?" ”

The original owner had never seen this man before.

The man was more than eight feet tall, with a terrifying scar that stretched from the tail of his right eye to his chin, and his complexion was dark, and he looked to be in his thirties.

The Grand Master is so young.

Feng Shu grinned: "It's nothing, it's just that the scenery here is good, and this princess wants to invite the imperial grandfather to come and have a look." The man's face sank and he said coldly: "The emperor has already gone to bed at night, and the princess should be careful not to catch a cold." ”

"What if Princess Ben doesn't?"

"Then don't blame the minister for being polite."

You are welcome? Feng Shu smiled, but slowly moved towards the man, the man's expression remained unchanged, and he was slowly lucky, and before he could hit the palm of his hand, he suddenly attacked his heart with qi and blood, and a mouthful of old blood stood out. In disbelief, he watched Feng Shu die quietly, the corpse fell from the roof, and in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Feng Shu casually turned the corpse into ashes, and then slowly entered the main hall.

The old emperor in the hall is reading a book, and the northern kingdom has not yet set up a prince, because the old emperor is strong, and he has always had to carefully examine his own princes and grandsons to select the right one. In fact, it's just that he's afraid that the prince will seize power, and people are greedy.

The original owner had no impression of himself, the imperial grandfather, and rarely had contact with him except for meeting him at the family banquet every year. What Feng Shu saw was a kind old man sitting cross-legged on a soft couch, because he couldn't see that he was very close to the lamp, and the old man's face was softer under the light. An old eunuch stood respectfully to the side, seemingly unaware of Feng Shu's arrival, and Feng Shu had already walked in front of the old emperor, and the old emperor looked up to look at her.

"Anyang? What are you doing here? ”

"I wanted to kill someone, so I came here."

Feng Shu's expression was vicious, and the corners of his mouth were raised, with an inexplicable sense of madness and evil spirit, and the dark lines on his forehead emitted a bloodthirsty light.

The eunuch next to him remained silent, as if he was used to this kind of scene. Feng Shu pulled a chair and sat opposite the old emperor, carefully looked at the emperor in front of him, the old emperor who had seen the world looked at Feng Shu amiably, and said after a while: "Anyang, go back to sleep late at night, grandpa is a little tired." ”

Laughing to death

At this time, he called himself grandpa, and he didn't frown when he killed the original owner in his last life, and he didn't bother to do this one because he had too many children and grandchildren.

Feng Shu didn't have any pity for this indifferent old emperor, she held her chin with one hand and looked at the old emperor and suddenly laughed: "Are you really not afraid, or are you pretending to be calm?" ”

The old emperor looked at Feng Shu's eyes with some inquiry, closed his eyes tiredly, looked sideways at the book under the light, and said softly: "Wind, kill it." ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the wind seemed to carry a dark blade, and everywhere it passed turned into powder. Feng Shu sat in place and didn't move, just pulled out a long sword out of thin air and stabbed at the old emperor.

The wind speed suddenly became faster and struck violently, poof, and the old emperor watched in disbelief as the long sword pierced into his body, directly penetrating his protective soft armor.

When the wind blew through Bongshu, it had turned into a breeze that gently brushed her hair.

Feng Zhi looked at Feng Shu's back in disbelief, and the old eunuch's expression was exaggerated to the extreme when he saw this scene, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and knelt on the ground with a pop. Feng Zhi charged his hand and slammed it towards Feng Shu, but was thrown to the ground by Feng Shu with a backhand over the shoulder.

He thought that there was no one faster than him on the mainland, but for some reason, this girl's movements were always one step ahead of him. The dull pain in his back made fine sweat ooze from Fengzhi's forehead, and luck calmed down the upsurge of qi and blood before he could get up from the ground.

The sword was still stuck in the old emperor, and the old emperor at that time was long gone. Feng Shu squinted at Feng Zhi, who was pale on the side, his face was soft, and he chuckled: "Are you still fighting?" ”

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"Don't fight, don't fight, the princess is admired, you continue...... Haha......" After speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and the person had disappeared in place, and the eldest husband could bend and stretch the wind to stop running away while sighing: This old emperor is really not merciful, and even his own granddaughter has to rush to kill him.