At the wall of the palace, a figure was fleeing rapidly, and a flying sword was always not far behind him.

The flying sword made a mocking sound, and from time to time it hummed. Yan was bitter and bitter, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, since the beginning, he had tried many methods, but he couldn't shake off this flying sword like a maggot on the tarsal bones.

Even if Yan Li ran into the narrow alley, the flying sword flew directly into the air to overlook him, like an eagle playing with a rabbit.

Even if he hid behind the wall, the slender short sword could swoop through the wall without losing its momentum in the slightest......

All the way down, he has almost reached the point of exhaustion, and at this moment, the number one assassin in Donghan only feels so aggrieved that he wants to vomit blood.

For an Assassin, escaping should have been commonplace, but such an embarrassing escape was only four times in Yan Li's life.

Once in the Imperial City of Northern Turkistan, the assassination of the little prince Battle was unsuccessful and was besieged by the Qingwei; Another time was when I was young, I was chased by a martial arts monster and ran away from one of my shoes; As for the remaining two times, they were all chased by the king with a flying sword.

Just as he was thinking, the flying sword seemed to be finally tired of playing, and the sword body buzzed again, bursting out with unprecedented speed, and swept towards the person in front of him.

At this time, Yan Li had just climbed over the palace wall and was about to escape from the palace, but his body suddenly struck.

Yan Li lowered his head in shock, looked at the clothes that were gradually soaked with blood, smiled bitterly, and fell directly off the wall.

The flying sword, which had completed everything, shook violently in the air, shook off the blood on the sword, turned the tip of the sword, and flew towards the palace.

Outside the palace wall, the man who was pierced through his chest by a sword struggled to get up, and he covered his chest with all his might, but he still couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

His vision blurred again, and at this moment the eastern sky had begun to glow, and the sky was full of light.

The man held on to the palace wall, staggering towards the direction of the rising sun, and as he went, a shocking bloodstain was left on the palace wall.

……

Above the royal palace, the living Buddhas from the two great temples in the east and west are almost equal to each other.

The rosary on the wrist of the old monk of Donghan collapsed as early as the first collision between the two, and the cuff of the left hand of the female Dharma King of the Western Regions was also torn.

The giant Arhat statue and the huge rosette complement each other, and the next moment, the two take a step almost at the same time, and the rosette and the arhat collide fiercely.

A roar resounded through the sky above the palace, this sound was not abrupt, even slightly low, but it instantly expanded the range of twenty paces that had not been left to nearly a hundred.

Within a hundred steps, the palace wall with a thickness of up to one zhang cracked inch by inch, and the central area where the two of them were located, the rubble that should have been broken to the point that it could no longer be broken, was directly turned into powder.

The father and son of the Chu family, who were standing in the distance from a tall building and watching, couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw the terrifying formation of the gods fighting for the first time.

Chu Buxiu was even more bleeding in his heart, the head of the family knew that firewood and rice were expensive, and at this moment, half of the treasury was gone.

Chu Lichun on the side also frowned, and said dissatisfied:

"Look at what I said, they're all bald, and I can't tell who's who in this fight!"

Chu Buxiu twitched his face when he heard this, and resisted the urge to whip the other party's face.

After the collision between the aerial lotus and the arhat, the color was much darker, and the corners of the mouths of the two people in it also oozed blood.

The old monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, glanced at it and said:

"Mendi, it seems that you and I, like each other, are still early to become Buddhas."

The female Dharma King was expressionless, and did not wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, she continued to point her hand forward, and the whole person rushed forward with the lotus platform, and the old man sighed when he saw this, and with a wave of his right hand, he dispersed the golden body.

"If you don't fight, General Wen has made up his mind, and it's in vain to fight."

After that, he stopped talking to the other party, turned around, and walked away.

Chu Buxiu, who was in the distance, just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and was almost angry by his son's words:

"Hey, why don't you fight? If it is broken, you will not be allowed to pay for it. ”

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On the ninth floor of the Zique Pavilion, the white-clothed strategist looked at the terrifying scene outside through the hole in the wall, and said with a calm face:

"The masters of Buddhism and Taoism have always been mysterious, and the world only hears that the Taoist system will produce a flying immortal every hundred years, and he will control the sword to subdue the demon and call the wind and rain, but he does not know that the Buddha of the Buddha seems to have no quarrel with the world, but in fact, his anger is much more terrifying than the real Taoist."

Wang Quanquan said lightly:

"The truth is nothing more than five words, don't provoke women."

The old Confucian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed dumbly:

"Hahaha, it is worthy of being a prince, it is summed up very well, the old man's life can be said to be a murderous woman."

There are wine glasses in front of the two of them at this moment, and in the cup is the Xinghua Village, which is so precious that General Wen usually can't do it, and the little scholar is standing at the entrance of the cave with a shocked face, craned his neck and looking at the sky in the distance.

When he saw the old monk put away the law minister, Xiao Tong was like Chu Lichun, showing a slight regret and muttering something similar to "I don't need you to compensate".

Looking at the little scholar with a look of pity, the first auxiliary minister of Donghan, who was over fifty years old, couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"So, you haven't started a family until now?" Wang Quanquan picked up the wine glass and put it down, and asked calmly.

The old Confucian shook his head, drank the wine in his glass, and sighed:

"Since being robbed of the love of his life by that man, he has been thinking about revenge, and when he was old, he found that he didn't even have an heir left in his life.

I remember when we were children, we were no different from other people's brothers, we went up the mountain and down the river together, and our father was not an Anbei general at that time, but an ordinary businessman, and his life was rich and stable.

My eldest brother's name is Pan Tiezhu, and his cheap name is easy to support, and when it was my turn to name me, my mother didn't agree, saying that she really couldn't make do with it anymore.

My father flipped through the books for several days and didn't come up with a decent name, and finally asked the teacher in the house to give it, my name is Pan Yuanwen, and his name is Pan Yuanzheng.

At that time, he was just his father's illegitimate son outside, and my mother naturally wouldn't give him any good looks, but my eldest brother and I paid more attention to this younger brother. ”

When the old Confucian said this, he smiled, as if he recalled that good time.

Wang Quanquan said calmly:

"It's a good name to die."

The old man poured himself wine again, drank it all, and said:

"Who's to say it isn't? It's just that our brothers calculated and calculated, and in the end, neither of us got this title.

Although he committed suicide by hanging a beam, he got a 'Wenzhong' who can be called the second best, and he has no regrets. Donghan doesn't pay attention to the nickname here, even if I shamelessly impose a Wenzheng on myself, I'm afraid I won't be able to convince the world's scholars.

For that alone, I've completely lost to him, not to mention his layout of the Thousand Miles Grass Snake Gray Line.

Donghan court, I don't know how many dynasty spies have been mixed in, if the prince is bent on killing me, he doesn't even need to do it himself, just use one or two dead soldiers.

Do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, my younger brother can be regarded as doing his best to the extreme. ”

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