In the depths of winter, although the mountains and rivers of the southern country do not have snowflakes, they are also a scene of biting cold winds.

At this time, Qingji was on the school grounds of the palace, and he was sparring martial arts with Xiong Qu, the commander of the guards.

Dressed in a dark samurai costume with a turban tied around his head, and holding an unopened ring-headed sword in one hand, Qingji stood on the side of the ring.

On the opposite side is a burly, big-shouldered and round-waisted Xiong Qu.

Xiong Qu is the son of the late Xiong Zidan, in the prime of life, brave and good at fighting, with many military exploits, as well as his own bravery, Xiong Qu was favored by Qingji, and became the commander of the guards around Qingji, and was highly favored, which can be described as a general.

"Xiong Qu, go on."

"No!"

Seeing that Xiong Qu didn't dare to move, Qingji said a word, and Xiong Qu agreed angrily with an urn, and then held the ring-headed knife and rushed towards Qingji with an arrow.

"Bell!"

The two ring-headed knives collided, creating a little spark.

"Kachatsa ......"

At this time, Qingji and Xiong Qu were still wrestling, competing with each other's strength, so that the ring head knife was constantly rubbing, up and down, and not letting each other go.

Finally, Xiong Qu seemed to be weak, took a step back, and was found by Qingji and cracked up.

"Bell!"

Xiong Qu hurriedly parried again, but Qingji's offensive was very fierce, stabbing, crackling, sweeping, teasing, etc., all kinds of moves emerged in endlessly, like a storm, attacking Xiong Qu, making Xiong Qu tired of parrying and difficult to deal with.

In a hurry, Xiong Qu, who had been in a hundred battles, saw an opportunity, his eyes flashed, his body was deviated, and after avoiding Qingji's sharp knife, he held Qingji's wrist, and then a sweeping leg overturned Qingji.

Let Qingji fall to the floor.

Qingji's reaction was also very fast, and when Xiong Qu swung his knife and cracked, he kicked Xiong Qu two or three meters away, and then held the knife with both hands and slashed it.

"Drink!"

Xiong Qu burst into a shout, and with another "bell", the two ring-headed knives cracked together again.

Xiong Qu saw the opportunity, grabbed Qingji's wrist with one hand, and subconsciously broke it.

"Kacha ......"

Xiong Qu was dumbfounded.

The ring head knife in Qingji's hand fell off with it, but Qingji still endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and kicked Xiong Qu away, kicking the latter under the ring.

"Your Majesty Shenwu! Your Majesty Shenwu! Years! Years! Ten thousand years! ”

Seeing this, the guards around them were all busy.

Great!

The sound of the shouting was angry.

However, Xiong Qu, who injured Qingji, was unlucky, he was pointed at by a group of guards holding Changge, as long as Qingji gave an order, even if it was his top boss Xiong Qu, they would not hesitate to hack him to death......

"Your Majesty, the minister is guilty of death!"

Xiong Qu was also very depressed and knelt down to die.

"Arise, you are not guilty."

Qingji smiled, and then with a "Kacha" sound, he broke his wrist back, raised his hand, signaled the guards to dodge, and forgave Xiong Qu's crime......

"Your Majesty......"

Xiong Qu was very ashamed.

He wanted to let Qingji go, but what he learned was the art of killing, recruiting people's lives, and showing no mercy.

Some of the actions are done subconsciously.

Where did Xiong Qu dare to hurt Qingji?

hurt Qingji, which made Xiong Qu's heart extremely ashamed, and he couldn't apologize for his guilt.

Seeing Qingji so magnanimous, Xiong Qu was even more moved.

Actually, where can Qingji not understand Xiong Qu's mind?

He wanted to exercise himself to show that he was "in full bloom", who would have thought that Xiong Qu's hands were not light or heavy.

But it's no wonder that Xiong Qu, after all, it was Qingji's request, so that Xiong Qu should not keep his hand, and the latter is the kind of person who is straight and can't turn his brain for a while.

At this time, Bo Yao, who was standing on the side watching the battle, stepped forward and said with a flattering look: "Your Majesty Shenwu!" ”

"Your Majesty, you are worthy of being the first warrior of my Great Wu, even the ten thousand enemies like General Xiong Qu were defeated under your hands, Your Majesty can be said to be as brave as back then!"

"The enemy of ten thousand people!"

Bo Yao is still sparing no effort to tout Qingji.

In fact, if Qingji and Xiong Qu fight for their lives, the outcome is unpredictable.

After all, Qingji is no longer young, and his strength is not as good as before.

When Qingji was young, he was sure that he would defeat Xiong Qu within ten rounds.

"Bo Yao, you better not compliment me like this. My courage is not as strong as it was then. ”

"Where, Your Majesty, you will always be in the prime of life."

"Why did you come to see me?"

Qingji asked Bo Yao to get down to business, otherwise this guy would be a sycophant, the kind that patted Qingji's ass endlessly.

Bo Yao smiled and said: "Your Majesty, in accordance with your edict, you have formed a Templar Order of the Heavenly Dao Sect, which has now been formed, and I have come to report to Your Majesty." ”

"Did you bring it?"

"I've brought them all."

Qing Ji remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

In addition to the identity of the First Emperor of Great Wu now, he also has another identity -

Heavenly Dao Sect Master!

Since it is the Pope, there should be a force responsible for protection, that is, the "Knights".

For Qingji, this is a relatively redundant existence, but it also has a certain symbolic meaning.

In a short time, on the school grounds of the palace, there were ninety-five more beautiful figures.

Why ninety-five?

The approximate meaning is "Ninety-Five Supreme".

The "Knights Templar" is composed of beautiful maidens from different countries, different places, and different races.

They wore uniform uniforms, helmets and armor, held the silver moon scimitar in one hand, and held a round shield in the other.

There are all kinds of skin tones, yellow, white, black, brown, and almost all races in the world.

The sight of so many beautiful girls, wearing armor and holding weapons in their hands, looks heroic and cool, and has a unique style......

Bo Yao smiled shyly beside Qingji: "Your Majesty, these ninety-five girls...... Oh no, it's a female knight, all carefully selected. ”

"Their martial arts are good, and they are all chicks, and they are very good at taking care of people."

"Among them, there are exotic beauties from Australia, the New World, Liao, Persia, Celtic, Aryan, etc., from different places."

"It's definitely one in a million."

Hearing this, a wicked smile tugged at the corner of Qingji's mouth, and he asked again, "Have you investigated their origins clearly?" Is it clean? ”

"Your Majesty, please. These are all women from good families, with innocent backgrounds, and their family files have been taken to Jinling to settle down, strictly guarded, and nothing will happen. Moreover, they are also all closed education, and they are loyal believers of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and they are also loyal believers of Your Majesty. ”

"Good."

Bo Ya is doing things, and Qingji is still more assured.

These female knights of the Knights Templar, after all, are used to protect and take care of Qingji.

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