In the Shangjing Imperial Palace, the ministers in the palace are discussing their own affairs, and their faces are dignified.

The gold lord Wan Yan Sheng was restless, as if the high-grade soft carpet under him had become a nail board sword, his eyes were staring directly at the flying snow outside the hall, and the wine in his hand had already overflowed, but he still didn't know it, his heartstrings were tight, as if he was waiting for something, and his pupils trembled even more.

The air freezes like an iceberg that will not melt for thousands of years,

Most of the courtiers in the hall also held their breath, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

"Bang!"

It's just that in the snow and frost, suddenly a loud noise fell from the sky, and everyone was shocked.

In the midst of everyone's stunned dazedness, a behemoth shook its head and squeezed out of the wind and snow, as if the sky was collapsing and trembling.

When they saw what it was, the courtiers all shuddered, their scalps staggered back with numbness, their legs were weak and their feet were limp on the ground, and they were shocked and shocked.

"Stone ...... Stone Lion! ”

The stone lion stepped in, full of form and spirit, his eyes were shining, and he looked forward to it like a living thing.

And there was a man on the lion's back.

Chen Zhuo's knife eyes drooped, swept through the court, and finally landed on Wan Yan Sheng's face.

"You are the emperor of the Kingdom of Jin?"

I saw this person exhale deeply, twisted his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, his face turned from white to blue, and he drank the wine in the cup in his throat, then crushed the wine glass, and asked in the armchair, "What do you want?" ”

The hoarse voice sounded like the rubbing of gold and stone, and it was extremely harsh.

The stone lion arrived first, and then saw a large number of golden soldiers chasing after him and rushing over.

Chen Zhuo did not answer, but turned off the lion's back, and the stone lion immediately turned his head and tail, turned the stone body, and turned around to kill him.

He didn't speak, just walked forward and walked towards Wan Yan Sheng.

The courtiers and generals on both sides were all shocked, some were silent, some were eager to protect the lord, desperately protecting each other, and in an instant, several figures flew to intercept them.

But as soon as everyone's eyes flickered, Chen Zhuo's figure flashed, and several people had already passed by, with a horizontal knife in his hand, and the edge of the blade was cold.

And those people, as soon as they flew and pounced, their corpses were quietly broken in front of everyone's eyes, like a kite with a broken string, and the remaining momentum flew far away.

Only in Wan Yan Sheng's pale face and trembling eyes, Chen Zhuo dragged his knife and walked up the stairs step by step, his eyes under the mask flashed, and the gold lord had already slid down from the dragon chair and knelt aside.

"How daring!"

An angry roar rang out outside the hall, resounding through the sky.

Hearing another loud roar, two figures who were facing each other jumped and flew from a distance.

One of them clenched his right fist tightly, and smashed it horizontally in the roar, and the domineering fist was like being able to turn the sky, the wind and snow collapsed, the sky was distorted, and it smashed towards Chen Zhuo in the air.

Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist.

The surging air waves were blowing, and the frost and snow had poured into the hall like a tide, and the people who were blowing were staggering, unable to open their eyes, and they were all white.

Chen Zhuo squinted his eyes and concentrated, holding the knife in both hands, only pulling out a knife flower, stirring up the snow waves, the edge of the knife was standing one after another, the sharp edge on the knife was spontaneous, and the qi was vigorous, and he couldn't help but say that a knife had been split.

A knife was cut down, and there was no abnormal sound, but the frost and snow were as if they were split by an invisible edge, like a broken bamboo, castration was extremely fast, and a galloping river ran in half.

Even the roof of the hall also surfaced a straight slash mark under this terrifying knife momentum.

"Boom!"

The two domineering qi machines collided in the air, the wind and snow were suddenly chaotic, the roof of the hall exploded, and the wood and stone flew away.

The sky is falling, the snow is falling, looking at the frightened and hateful Yan Du, Chen Zhuo swept the snow petals on the dragon chair with his sleeves, his black hair was crazy, and the big horse golden knife sat up.

After Yan Sheng's heart trembled, he saw it, this is the answer, the person in front of him doesn't want anything, he just wants to kill the Jin Kingdom.

And in the middle of the snow, Wanyan was frightened, and the strong enemy he encountered in front of him was really only seen in his life, and he only punched out a distraction, and almost died on the spot.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the Central Plains Shenzhou, and the number of qi is so prosperous, I can't imagine that since Wei Qingqing, I can still give birth to a world-famous master like the two of you, it's really a big hate!" ”

The general trend of the world should have belonged to his Jurchen clan, the Liao State has died, the Great Song Dynasty has long been strong and strong, the emperor is mediocre, the ministers are in charge, and the people's grievances are boiling, but why...... Why are there still such two top figures?

Could it be that this is providence?

Guan Qi didn't move, but everything around him was dyed by qi, and all of them emitted endless killing intent and sword qi rushed in all directions.

"Don't talk nonsense, become a king and lose a villain!"

Wan Yan decided to stand in the invisible sword qi with Haotian Gangqi, laughed, and his voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, "That's right, yes, the king is defeated, but you haven't won yet, my Jurchen son-in-law will never be killed, willing to accept his fate, just with the two of you, I want to destroy our country, it's just wishful thinking." ”

"Yes, Holy Lord, today is the time for the life and death of the Jin Kingdom, if you still have the backbone, stand up."

A cold snort sounded, and it turned out to be a golden vulture.

He led the personal guards in the palace and the army outside the palace to one place.

On the other end, many Jurchen royal families in the palace, men, women and children, were also armed with blades, and looked at Chen Zhuo sitting on the dragon chair viciously, with a posture of a dead fish and a broken net.

Chen Zhuo pressed the hilt of the knife, looked at the dolls who were a few years old and teenagers, and met the pair of beast-like eyes, and there was a sudden surge of murderous intent in his unfazed eyes.

If you want to do something, you either don't do it, or if you want to do it, you will do it absolutely, and you will kill it all.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Wan Yan Sheng, and said softly: "Ben Hou's boots are dirty, if you wipe them clean, I will spare you from death!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the countless golden soldiers outside the hall were suddenly angry, and their eyes were red, shouting to kill Zhentian, as if they were going to devour Chen Zhuosheng alive, and there was no fear in their eyes.

"Poof!"

And the stone lions that killed all sides in front of the palace were actually scattered by the sea of people and crushed into dust.

There are too many people.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, I saw a young child pull out a scimitar that was taller than himself, rush into the hall with it held high, and kill Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, originally plain, but when he swept the string of bone chains around the child's neck, his eyes gradually changed.

It is a necklace made of many finger bones polished and strung together, less than 30 pieces, with different thicknesses, human bone necklace.

Looking at each other, the child suddenly lost his mind and froze in place.

"Are they all Song people...... Chen was dumbfounded, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly sighed, "Okay, then take all the sins and karma to me." ”

The next moment, as soon as the knife light in his hand passed, a head had been picked off.

"I'm ...... I had to kill it clean! ”

He picked up the knife and got up, stroked the blade of the knife, and didn't look at Wan Yansheng, who was distracted beside him, swept his sleeves, and pulled the other party out, and there was no movement.

"Kill!"

All the Jin soldiers seemed to be completely crazy, crazy, and hideous, and they swarmed towards Chen Zhuo, like a group of beasts and evil ghosts, regardless of it, forgetting life and death, just wanting to cut it with a thousand knives and divide the corpses of five horses.

Chen Zhuo was condescending, raised his knife and descended, and swept out the headless corpse that had not fallen with the knife.

As the blood rained down, there was another fight.

These people seem to have lost their minds, regardless of the rules, and there are still people who are not afraid of death, grinning and grinning to the front and open their mouths to bite, stretch out their hands to hug them, and sacrifice their lives to make moves.

Chen Zhuo's knife was raised, the blade of the knife was dragged horizontally, and the body was like a spinning top, and under the knife edge, bursts of blood foam and flesh had been wrenched, and the stomach and intestines were scattered, and the fishy wind was strong.

The crazy faces that were already evil were suddenly dyed red by the blood rain, adding to the terrifying appearance.

Chen Zhuo only felt that there were hands and feet in all directions, and there were swords and soldiers in all directions, countless swords and swords, endless hideous faces, stumps and broken arms.

The monstrous killing machine not only infected these Jurchens who walked out of the black waters of the White Mountain, but also infected Chen Zhuo.

He has supreme killing thoughts, and he is the most sensitive to killing machines, coupled with the six senses, and when his mind turns, what he feels is no longer seven emotions and six desires, but the monstrous killing intent sent by thousands of people to him, as if there is no place in the world, and it is like being in Shura purgatory, there are no living people around him, only one by one the evil ghosts Shura, who want to devour souls and take his life.

"Kill!"

In this bloody and brutal collision and fighting, Chen Zhuo was also completely red-eyed.

The supreme killing intent is together, and the killing ring is opened, and with the thought of one person, the enemy has the killing intent of ten thousand.

The sword light is in all directions, but all the people who are close to each other, there is no enemy, all of them fall at Chen Zhuo's feet, piling up layer by layer, and blood flows like a river.

After a while, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and they were about to pile up over the top of the palace, the flesh and blood rolled down, and countless golden soldiers climbed to catch up, like the evil ghosts who crawled out of the nine shadows of Huangquan, and the eyes were all invaded by the killing machine, and they were scarlet, surrounded from all directions, as if they also wanted to drag Chen Zhuo into a situation from which they could never recover.

Chen Zhuo stepped on the corpse mountain and got up, the knife in his hand was wielded wantonly, frantically harvesting the life under his feet, and the other hand repeatedly pointed at the empty fingers, and his mind turned into an arrow, shooting in all directions.

Sometimes he opened his mouth and vomited, sometimes he breathed like a roar, his eyes were bright, and he had legs, and he used almost all the means.

But even so, it still can't be killed.

Feeling that the essence in his body was rapidly depleting, he had to start to spare his strength.

It's just that he spared a little effort, and suddenly saw several figures flying forward, and the first person was the Golden Vulture.

The blades of the remaining men were actually extremely rare "zhua", which was the last of the eighteen types of weapons, but it was also one of the most bizarre types of weapons.

The length of this "Laos" is about five feet, like a walking stick, but the head of the cane is an iron claw shaped like an eagle's claw, and the claw is quenched with severe poison.

The four of them shook their wrists again, and the iron claw "whoosh" flew out, and there was a hidden rope behind the claw, which could take the enemy in the air.

Chen Zhuo's eyes flew in his sockets, and the knife in his hand suddenly appeared, turning into a spear, and the gun was bright, and the four of them had covered their throats and turned down the corpse mountain.

Seeing this, Jin Wushu's pupils trembled, and he was about to retreat, but he saw a little cold star flying through the sky, and the spear shook and was thrown by Chen Zhuo.

Seeing this, someone from the Jin soldiers below had already jumped up, wanting to rescue.

And sure enough, they were saved.

The five Jurchen strongmen made a move in unison and stopped this shot.

Jin Wushu escaped again, but before he could land, a big hand suddenly pulled in quickly in his field of vision, making his face look like ashes, but in an instant, it turned into ferocious and vicious, not retreating, but advancing with his fist.

It's just that his eyes soon darkened, and his head was grabbed by that big hand.

Chen Zhuo actually jumped off the mountain of corpses, swam away with thunder, and rushed wildly, but anyone who touched it was all killed on the spot.

He threw the golden vulture with a shake of his hand, and the flying corpse exploded in the air.

Wanyan Jue, who was not far away, saw the slaughter of his royal family's descendants, and his eyes seemed to be bleeding.

Even if he wins today, the foundation has been destroyed, and his vitality has been greatly damaged, and now he can only hope for Yan Zonghan.

"In that case, then I'll fight with you to break the net."

Guan Qi looked disdainful, and was about to speak, when he suddenly twisted his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said in a distracted voice: "The time has come?" ”

Under the dispersion of the qi, he finally made a move.

Wanyan was determined to be shocked, although he didn't know what Guan Qi's words meant, but he still condensed his mind.

This person didn't do anything, he already had the world's assets just by relying on the gas machine, and now if he moves, it is bound to be extraordinary, and the stone is shocking.

Guan Qiyi raised his hand and suddenly pointed.

He first referred to the dead leaves on the ground, which flew up and showed their edges; Then refer to the cold wind, the cold wind is cold, and the stones leave marks; It also refers to the cold frost, the cold frost strikes, and there is a sharp and vigorous air rising; The last finger flew snow, and above the snow petals, the sword qi was swallowed.

All tangible and intangible things give birth to an immortal edge, exhaling into a sword, and the gaze can also be a sword, and wherever the line of sight can be, nothing does not become a sword.

Wanyan's pupils shrank first and then expanded, his fists clenched, and the golden light around his body was magnificent, and Haotian Gang's qi was almost pushed to the extreme, like a bronze statue of a golden Buddha.

Withered leaves are swords, cold winds are swords, cold frost is swords, and wind and snow are swords......

All of them instantly turned into a long river of sword qi, and Wan Yan was involved in it.

Wan Yan's momentum was strong, his thin and stiff body stood up, he clenched his right fist, and walked forward step by step with his protective qi, step by step, his feet seemed to be cracked, and a crack spread out from under his feet, until Guan Qi's body.

Guan Qi's feet were brought together, and the crack closed instantly.

It's just that he looked at Wan Yan Jue's punch, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly, "This is ...... Wei Qingqing's Qianyi? ”

He wasn't sure.

At that time, Wei Qingqing mixed the "Wind Sword and Frost Sword" into one move, accumulating the momentum of a thousand moves, shaking the past and the present, and beating the invincible opponent all over the world, named "Qianyi"; And now, although this Wanyan decision is made with a fist, it has a bit of a thousand and one potential.

"Isn't it Wei Qingqing's inheritance?"

Guan Qi's heart was full of fighting spirit.

I think one of the big regrets in his life is that he did not live with Wei Qingqing and compete with him; Since the establishment of the "Lost Heaven Alliance", he has been looking for traces of each other in all directions in the world, but unfortunately he has never had a clue, and now even if this person has not been truly transmitted, it is enough to recreate the shadow of "Qianyi" to make him excited.

Guan Qi's index finger was raised, and the long river of sword qi was suddenly invisible, as if condensed on a finger, and there was sword qi sneering out from the fingertips.

I saw the two of them walking towards each other, approaching step by step, and when they were one step away, both sides made moves at the same time.

Wan Yan duel punched out, and Guan Qi handed out his index finger.

The sword is pointed at the hegemony fist.

"Poof!"

Two moves to hedge.

I don't want to have a very amazing scene.

But seeing where Guan Qi was pointing, his index finger seemed to be lightly tapping into the water, stirring up a layer of shallow ripples.

"How is this possible?"

But under Wan Yan's gaze, the ripples passed, and although they were only the size of a bowl, the void was like a broken ice, and there were cracks in the void, especially where the fingertips were pointing, there was a black hole.

Shocking.

Wan Yan opened his mouth and moved his lips, but he didn't have time to spit out a word, the expression on his face instantly stiffened and sluggish, and the light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

But seeing that his whole person started with the right fist that was smashed, it was like a sculpture of mud and sand, scattered in the wind and snow.

"Ahh

Chen Zhuo was still fighting in the crowd, and suddenly heard an earth-shattering howl resounding through the sky, straight to the sky.

An indescribable feeling suddenly flooded everyone's hearts.

Palpitation!!

He unconsciously restrained his murderous intentions, fixed his eyes on the sound, and saw an amazing scene in front of him.

Guan Qi single-handedly pointed at the sky, the sword pointed directly at the sky, the sword qi did not emit, but the qi overflowed, and there seemed to be an extra thin line between heaven and earth that reached the sky and the earth, and the snow curtain was divided in half, which was difficult to close.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and those who were red-eyed were also excited, and they were awakened on the spot, staring blankly at the shocking scene in the snow, a terrible and strange phenomenon.

Guan Qi's black robe was rolled upside down, his black hair stood upside down, and the whole person was slowly lifted up by a gust of wind, his feet were off the ground, and he was suspended in the air.

He looked down and looked at Chen Zhuo, "Brother Chen, Guan will accompany you here, take the first step, don't come too late, I'll go...... Hahahaha......"

In the midst of the arrogant laughter, Guan Qi's sword fingers saw a wisp of sky-high sword qi condensed into substance directly hitting the void.

When the wind and snow passed, the laughter between heaven and earth was still there, but there was no trace of people.

Two in one, some things are delayed today, and I will make up for it tomorrow.

(End of chapter)