A pair of emerald jade rings appeared in Shan Yuru's hands.

As the official leader of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, Shan Yuru has a peerless beauty that charms the world and turns all beings upside down.

Although he is over sixty years old, every inch of his skin is so fair and delicate, and his beautiful eyes are like bright stars hanging in the night sky, graceful as water, deep and far-reaching.

She wore a floor-length wide-sleeved robe, with a jade belt and a white coat lined with jet-black hair.

The most touching thing is the lovable, dreamy, and touching temperament that comes out of the bones.

There is no need to use any temptation, just so beautiful and beautiful, it is enough to fascinate the people in the world, so that people can have an endless and tactful feeling of ecstasy.

The highest level of charm is to make people never feel that she is tempting you, but a smile and a smile will teach people to feel pity and want to take out their hearts.

Shan Yuru is such a character.

Her charm has been cultivated to the pinnacle.

Just go one step further, you can transform the charm into immortal energy, and compare it with the concubine Xuan and Yan Jing'an.

The charm of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, no matter how profound it is, can only conquer ordinary people, and Jing Zhai's Cihang Sword Code is the peerless magic power that can make the demon lord and the hero bow their heads.

Lang Chuanyun has seen Yan Jing'an, and drank the wine poured by Yan Jing'an, how can he look at Shan Yuru?

"Boom!"

The Rain Sword let out a sharp pop.

The charming atmosphere that Shan Yuru painstakingly created was broken by the waves and clouds, and she was like a fluffy phoenix showing off her feathers, with an indescribable embarrassment.

"The waves are rolling over the clouds, and the life is coming!"

Shan Yuru didn't have time to spend on the waves, she wanted to run for her life now, but she didn't have this opportunity.

The Rain Sword stood in front of her, and unless she was able to kill the waves, it would be absolutely impossible for her to leave.

So...... Kill!

The Mandate of Heaven Sect Master, the witch who ravages the rivers and lakes, is she afraid of the people who are not moving forward? How can you be afraid of the waves rolling over the clouds?

Shan Yuru's hands danced irregularly, and a pair of jade rings were like bees and butterflies dancing on flowers, emitting a melodious but piercing whistling, flickering and flickering, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Sometimes it seems to come from nine heavens away, and sometimes it seems to come from the eighteen hells, emitting a ghostly sound in the middle of the night, as if thousands of evil spirits are wailing.

The waves turned over the clouds and raised the sword to stick to the chest, and the "eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind" of the "six roots and six thieves" that made people obsessed immediately stopped.

Shan Yuru wanted to be filled with magic sounds, but she didn't want to lose the trace of the waves, and the waves were clearly standing opposite her, but they seemed to be scattered into the jungle clouds.

How could this guy be so powerful?

Shan Yuru had long seen that Lang Chuanyun's swordsmanship talent was incomparable, and wanted to poison Ji Xixi, so that Lang Chuanyun would sink in love and hatred, and abolish his sword heart.

Unexpectedly, the treacherous plan was destroyed by Shen Yumen, and the waves were not only complete with sword heart, but also stronger and stronger.

There is no deep blessing in the clouds, there is neither a master with strong martial arts, nor a scholar who has learned the rich five cars to impart knowledge, and he has never seen the immortal wall.

He only has Ji Xixi, the rain sword, and Dongting Lake.

Boating in the Dongting, holding Ji Xixi in his left hand, holding the rain sword in his right hand, three cups of light wine, and a red clay stove, this is everything about the waves and clouds, these are the simplest and most ordinary things, and they have evolved into a unique swordsmanship in the world.

A rain of light erupted in front of Shan Yuru's eyes.

The sword qi poured down like raindrops, the waves and clouds were hidden in the sword qi, and the four directions of heaven and earth were full of killing opportunities.

Shan Yuru snorted coldly, urging the Heavenly Demon Dafa, his clothes fluttering, the streamers flying, and the spirit snake dancing beside his body, which was both graceful and colorful, but also weird and inexplicable.

The jade arm that deceived the frost and snow made all kinds of natural movements, grabbing the key point in the chest of the waves.

A raise of her hand, a throw, all contain the most seductive and charming charm, her peerless beauty, completely integrated in the moves, not to mention a hot-blooded man, even if the eunuch sees it, he will have a little pity.

There was no pity in the eyes of the waves.

There was only murder in his eyes.

Kill Shan Yuru.

Thousands of sword qi suddenly dispersed, but in an instant, it condensed into a point, turning into a brilliant sword, and the night sky was split in two by the sword, flashing the most poignant cold light.

Electricity and flint, gathering and dispersing.

The sword and the jade ring slammed against each other hundreds of times, emitting a crisp and pleasant musical sound, and the radius of twenty zhang was surrounded by beautiful sword light, like a crystal palace at the bottom of the lake.

The two fought for an unknown amount of time, maybe one move, maybe a thousand moves, maybe the two never moved.

Suddenly, a cold light pierced through the night, as if the dawn crossed the sky, the rain sword was extremely lightly retracted to the scabbard behind its back, and the waves turned around and left the woods.

"Dangchang!"

The jade ring fell to the ground.

Shan Yuru's eyes flashed blood, and blood flowed from her pink-white neck, followed by a complete explosion, blood gushed out like a waterfall, and her qi instantly fell to the bottom.

Her black and bright hair turned gray, her face was quickly covered with wrinkles, and her fair and smooth skin seemed to have been scorched for seven days, wrinkled and no longer vibrant.

Except for the clothes on his body and the jade ring on the ground, no one can confirm that this person is Shan Yuru.

Even her own disciples didn't recognize it.

This is the biggest flaw of magic skills.

She can retain her youth through replenishment, but this is not the right path after all, her cultivation will be wasted, her qi will fall, and at the end of her life, her youth will leave one step ahead of her.

"Poof!"

Shan Yuru fell to the ground.

The rain sword slashed through her throat.

The sword qi ran down her throat and destroyed her internal organs.

Even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, she can't save her life, the only thing she can do is to see her face no longer at the last moment of her life.

For a peerless beauty, this seems to be the most miserable way to die, but who is to blame for this?

The strange waves are too ruthless?

Don't be kidding, if you want to kill my beloved wife and break my sword heart, do you still want me to be polite to you?

Is that still a swordsman who would rather bend than bend?

Are you still a hot-blooded Jianghu person?

There is kindness to repay kindness, there is revenge and revenge, and the grudge between Lang Chuyun and Shan Yuru has been completely resolved since then.

After a short time, Jin Yiwei commanded Tongzhi Weng Taibei to bring people here, and did not collect the corpses, but let people record the traces of the battle, and not let go of the slightest.

It was not until all the traces were recorded that Shan Yuru's body was taken away.

As for the waves......

I don't know, I don't know, I haven't heard of it.

Shan Yuru was killed by Jinyiwei.

This is all due to the bloody struggle of the brothers.

The third prince Zhu Li personally stamped the credit for the recognition!

After so many years as a brocade guard, Weng Taibei is of course an old fox, he is not a fox like Lu Bing who is good at layout, but a fox who is exquisite, with a thick skin like a city wall, and is good at protecting himself.

Weng Taibei's personality is somewhat similar to Zhu Yueming, the manager of the six doors, and the two can be described as having the same smell.

There are two masters under Weng Taibei.

One is good at nine-section whips and is named Qu Xingwu, and the other is good at using double hooks and is named Ding Yanshan.

Qu Xingwu cautiously came up, he felt that he could still get some credit tonight, and he was unwilling to go back to sleep like this, wouldn't that be a waste of letting go of wealth?

"My lord, shall we go back?"

"What if you don't go back?"

"Of course, it's to catch Hu ......"

"Phew! Be careful! Who are you? What am I am? Now that the matter is coming to an end, the greatest credit is close at hand, and you want to fight for it? ”

Weng Taibei reprimanded Qu Xingwu fiercely.

"The most taboo thing to do is not satisfied, our credit has been received, there is no danger, just wait for the reward, why bother to draw snakes?"

"Those big things are not something we can participate in, otherwise it is easy to lose our lives."

"Jin Yiwei has a lot of power, but don't forget where the power comes from, don't be overly greedy."

Cold sweat oozed from Qu Xingwu's forehead, although he didn't understand it very clearly, he knew that what he said just now was very stupid, and he was likely to lose his life because of it.

In recent days, there have been too many people dying in Jinling City, and adding a Qu Xingwu is like pouring a glass of water into a wine vat, without any waves.

"Obey your orders!"

"Remember, let's fight Shan Yuru, all of them are seriously injured and can't participate in the final arrest, go back and write a copy of each person, and I will present it to the three princes."

……

Zhu Li led people to arrest Hu Weiyong.

Hu Weiyong has been the prime minister for so many years, and he has secretly recruited many masters, all of whom are well-known figures in the underworld of the rivers and lakes, as well as several killers who wash their hands of money.

If he wants to create a sect, he is just a master under his command, and he is no less than a first-class sect in the rivers and lakes.

But what about that?

No matter how powerful the master under his command is, in the face of the three-stage shooting crossbow of the Jinyi Guard, in the face of the sky-locking arrow array of the East Factory, and in the face of the worship of the Huangjue Temple, he can only scream and turn into a hedgehog, wailing in the underworld.

As a prince, Zhu Li likes power very much.

He has already mobilized Jinyiwei, and at the same time has also mobilized Dongchang, how can he not mobilize the six door managers?

Guo Bujing in Western Xia.

Shen Lian is in the Western Regions.

Jin Jiuling was beheaded by Yan Nantian.

Liu Dufeng and Li Xuanyi are smelly and hard.

Zhu Yueming made an excuse to leave Jinling.

Only Liu Jiyan and Zhu Xiawu were left in the six doors.

Zhu Li chose Zhu Xiawu.

It's not that I take a look at Zhu Xiawugao, but because Zhu Xiawu's surname is Zhu, I naturally feel close.

Zhu Xiawu is silent, cherishes words like gold, rarely kills people, has been in the public for so many years, and has only killed eleven people, all of whom are murderous thieves.

The underworld masters who can't be killed, dare not kill, or provoke, as long as Zhu Xiawu makes a move, these people will all become dead people, and no one will be able to escape.

Because of this, Zhu Xiawu has the name of "Iron Clothes, Iron Hands, Iron Face, Iron Net", and the masters of the underworld in the rivers and lakes respect and fear him, and he is the mainstay of the six doors.

Such a powerful Zhu Xia Wu has actually been hiding clumsiness all along, hiding at least six or seven percent of his strength.

Zhu Xiawu took advantage of his position to obtain the mastery of the two major schools of Shaolin and Wudang, and cultivated all of them, combining the two martial arts into one and creating the "Shaowu True Scripture".

In terms of pure martial arts, Zhu Xiawu's strength is no less than Li Shenzhou's, and the outcome is unpredictable.

With such a clever martial arts, Zhu Xiawu almost never fights head-on, mostly sneak attacks, and his record is the best in the Wen system, he relied on the hidden secret to sneak attack, and brazenly killed Yan Maniac, Li Shenzhou and his son!

Even Xiao Qiushui and other characters were calculated by Zhu Xiawu again and again, and they lost their fighting spirit, if they didn't have an epiphany in the battle, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape death.

What level of character is this?

In the sinister Wen martial arts in the hearts of the people, the boss who can survive to the last paragraph and the last line of the last chapter!

Regarding Zhu Li's solicitation, Zhu Xiawu only felt that he had been fed three catties of shit, of course he knew that Zhu Li was just a murderous knife, and it was impossible to become a prince.

So what?

Zhu Li is now the third prince in the limelight.

The third prince personally invited Zhu Xiawu to help, and no matter how awkward Zhu Xiawu was, he had to participate.

Alas!

Keep it hidden!

When will I be able to achieve my great deeds?

Zhu Li's momentum is like a rainbow and murderous; Zhu Xiawu's face was cold and solemn, and he sighed in his heart; Jia Ting, the head of the East Factory, was full of smiles, seemingly flattering, and secretly treacherous; Jin Yiwei commanded Lu Yi to sigh slightly.

Everyone is hiding their thoughts, some want to make meritorious deeds, some want to protect themselves, some want to reap the benefits, and some want to go home early to sleep.

Lu Yi just wants to go home and sleep!

He is twenty-three years old this year, which is the most youthful and enthusiastic age, and he wants to make meritorious achievements, but his father has told him thousands of times, and he has witnessed the ruthless killing of Jinling City in these days, and he really doesn't want to participate in it.

But if he doesn't go, who will go?

Lu Yi's identity is not to command the affairs, but Lu Bing's son, who came here on behalf of his father.

When everyone with different minds arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, they thought that Hu Weiyong would resist, but they didn't expect that Hu Weiyong not only did not resist, but even committed suicide by taking poison.

Zhu Li sneered: "Cheap him!" ”

Zhu Xiawu spit out two words: "Fake." ”

Jia Ting reacted immediately, reached out and gently wiped it on the corpse's face, and took off a character mask.

"Lord Wang, this is a stand-in!"

Zhu Li said angrily: "The golden cicada is out of its shell? This king wants to see who dares to take in this traitor, even if he goes to heaven and earth, I will arrest Hu Weiyong and bring him to justice! ”

Zhu Xiawu's eyes flashed.

What he said just now was deliberate.

In order to pit Jatin.

"Hu Weiyong" is a stand-in, this matter cannot be said publicly, it should be said in private, otherwise Zhu Li will not find anyone, and he will inevitably anger the person who stirs up trouble.

Zhu Xiawu just spit out two words casually, but Jia Ting couldn't wait to unmask his disguise, and Zhu Li would definitely be the first to take revenge on Jia Ting when he pursued this matter in the future.

Jia Ting's reaction was also very fast, and he immediately knew that he was too impatient, and he couldn't help but secretly scold himself for being greedy.

He didn't think that Zhu Xia Wu was cheating him.

Zhu Xiawu's disguise is really good, and his iron-faced selfless and silent posture will make people subconsciously relax their vigilance and ignore his threat.

Lu Yi: I want to go home and sleep!

Zhu Li waved his hand and signaled everyone to search the mansion to find the secret passage, and soon, Jia Ting found a secret passage leading to the outside of the city, and took the elite of Dongchang to chase along the secret passage, hoping to catch Hu Weiyong.

No one paid attention to the corpses of suspended animation.

The body was placed in the morgue of the Ministry of Execution.

……

Night!

The morgue was silent, and the thick fog blurred the moon as if it were hair.

This is called "Mao Moon".

The storyteller of the teahouse and wine shop, when telling about certain demons and monsters, often uses the hairy moon as a sign.

It is said that on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the yin energy between heaven and earth is the most solemn, not only will the hairy moon rise, but the moonlight will also form a channel, guiding the hundred ghosts to walk at night.

(End of chapter)