In May of the forty-third year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, it was still early, and it was obviously the time when the fatigue was sprinting the nerves, but the Ciqing Palace where the crown prince lived at this moment was overcrowded, and the killing machines were everywhere, which made people shudder.

Hundreds of large internal brocade clothes and guards all gathered in Ciqing Palace, surrounding Ciqing Palace, and among this crowd, there was a man who was particularly eye-catching.

Not because he wore a shabby black robe with his messy hair, but because he was holding a wooden stick in his hand!

All the things in the hands of Ouchi Jinyi Wei are good swords and swords, but now they are all defeated in the hands of this ordinary wooden stick.

And this person even dared to break into the palace alone with this wooden stick, all the way from the Donghua Gate of the Great Inner to the Ciqing Palace.

Standing proudly and straight, the wooden stick swept down, and the eyes were as sharp as death, staring at the gate of Ciqing Palace.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, thousands of silver needles gushed out!

With a twist of the man's wrist, the wooden stick began to rotate rapidly, and the airtight rotation formed a shielded airflow.

Just listening to the "bell bell", thousands of silver needles were all scattered in all directions, and the Ouchi guards who were in a circle were unexpectedly injured by the hidden weapon on their side and smashed a hedgehog ball.

It's just that this silver needle is not a simple thing, but the fourth secret weapon of the Tang Sect - the rainstorm pear flower needle! No matter how good his body is, no matter how fast his light skills are, these thousands of silver needles are dense, like a big net, and the barrier formed by this airflow is limited in the final analysis, and the silver needles are wrapped in poison, although it is not an indomeable poison, but the toxicity is still fierce, as long as he is hit by a needle, then he can only obediently tie his hands and catch it.

Sure enough, in the end, no matter how fast the man's body was, he still couldn't dodge it, and he was hit by several needles in a row.

When the man raised his head, the corners of his pale mouth had begun to darken, his eyes were still as black as death, and his wooden stick was still tightly held, but he still dared to be lucky, and his speed did not decrease at all, if it weren't for the fact that his face was getting whiter and paler, he almost suspected that he was not poisoned at all.

"A little poison, what are you afraid of?"

The wooden stick was on the head, and a dodge was further away from the brocade guard, and the brocade guard couldn't react at all, and when the stick went down, the brocade guard was directly shocked ten meters away, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

Everyone was stunned, it turned out that it was not that the toxicity of the rainstorm pear flower needle was not strong, but that this man actually suppressed the toxicity with profound internal strength!

The man's forehead had begun to sweat, but the dead eyes were still sharp, and the murderous aura had not subsided, but worsened.

However, no matter how big the frame is, Jin Yiwei only thinks that this is a hard mouth before death, and gradually shrinks the encirclement.

The stick was raised again, and the man yelled, "Don't waste time, you better let the horses come." ”

"Hmph, you are so deeply poisoned, you dare to speak out!" A brocade guard couldn't help but say.

I saw him leap forward, and he had used all his strength to squander the big sword, even if he said it, he still didn't have any slack, but he didn't expect that the man's skills were still so strong!

The man raised the wooden stick with one hand and took his big knife, and the wooden stick went down with no effort at all, and spilled a mouthful of blood, killing him in an instant.

Stepping on his corpse, staring coldly at the other Ouchi guards who wanted to rush over but didn't dare to rush over, he walked towards Ciqing Palace step by step.

Countless swords, countless swords were pointed at him, but his eyes were still dead, and he couldn't see a trace of fear.

The killer, even if he loses to the opponent, must send out a murderous aura and keep his momentum unchanged.

With a wave of the wooden stick, one person died, and his head was already smashed, and only the bright red blood flowing from his neck mixed with white slurry was seen flowing in all directions.

The Ouchi guards were so frightened that few of them dared to step forward.

Two steps away, only two steps.

The gate is close at hand.

And the wooden sticks are now even more flesh and blood.

"Array!" Jin Yiwei finally played the last trump card.

"Yikes! Tiangang Beidou Array! ”

Suddenly, the seven boys jumped out of the crowd, their bodies were small, their bodies were varied, their steps were irregular, their speed was so fast that they no longer had the mind to figure out the direction, not to mention that the toxicity gradually increased, and the man raised the wooden stick but did not know where to fight.

Where was there enough for the trapped formation, each of the seven boys held a golden filament, and calmly, it actually wrapped around the man's limbs.

The man reacted and hurriedly broke free, but again and again, he couldn't break free, and then he found that this thin line was extremely tough, and with his internal strength, there was nothing he could do.

Gradually, seeing that the man could not break free, the seven boys, each took out a pitch-black square clip and aimed it at the man.

It was only now that the man was truly caught.

But he actually laughed out loud at the moment, obviously for a killer like him, death is not terrible at all.

"Hehe, Diamond Silk, Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle, it seems that the royal family has really spent a lot of money to deal with me!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"You guys, just remember, my name is Zhang Cha! Otherwise, no comment! ”

As soon as the words fell, there was no need to put the rainstorm pear flower needle at all, the man's internal force could not suppress the poison, and now the poisonous gas had attacked his heart, he was also exhausted, and finally passed out, and the hand that was holding the wooden stick tightly finally let go.

And Zhang Cha's "Attack Case" is just the beginning of everything.