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The whole city heard it.

I don't know how many years of dust have fallen from the beams.

The people in the streets looked confused, not knowing what had happened.

The imperial court officials who had just received the news from the south were shocked and speechless, thinking to themselves that another mountain had collapsed?

The thunderous sound faded away.

The massive dragon claw slowly retracted behind the clouds.

The formation of the Xiangwang Mansion has been broken, and it has not become a ruin, and it is not far behind.

The wooden bridge was broken, and the ruined evening pavilion fell diagonally into the lake, and the water of the lake poured into the shore, turning the yellow sand on the horse farm into a puddle of mud.

The palace was full of smoke and dust, screams could be heard everywhere, and dazzling blood stains could be seen everywhere on the white walls and red tiles.

The neat and suppressed footsteps of the priests from the palace were heard from the other side of the broken wall, and the situation became even more chaotic.

The flower hall in the depths is relatively quiet, and the building is relatively intact, except for two more holes in the corners.

Suddenly, a blinding light scattered from the two holes, looking like a sword.

The wall made of hard bricks is like a piece of paper, which can be cut with extreme ease.

The entire corner of the wall, along with the eaves at the heights, fell neatly.

Bang Bang Bang!

In the crisp crashing sound, the bricks and tiles with the vicissitudes of life fell into pieces.

If you look closely, you should be able to see the straight lines of the pen hidden in these small fragments, and the flat edges that glow like gold.

The corner of the wall disappeared, and the man naturally revealed his figure.

Lao Dao squinted slightly, wanting to confirm the identity of the other party.

The man was wearing a green shirt, but it would not be reminiscent of a young man's thin green shirt, but would only make people think that he was a small guy.

Of course, he can't really be a young man in Tsing Yi.

Lao Dao quickly guessed his identity.

Who in the world could find such a unique opportunity to strike a sword except that person?

Whose sword can be so fast, so ruthless, that it kills itself with a single sword?

Lao Dao said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to really be half-step sacred. ”

The little guy in Tsing Yi is Liu Qing.

After Su Li left with that mysterious figure, he became the most feared assassin in the world.

He is the only one who is already half-step sacred, but he still insists on doing such a disgraceful thing in the dark night.

Liu Qing did not answer the other party's question.

This is prudence and professional habit.

Lao Dao was a little displeased and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then his brow was broken.

A bloody gash appeared in the middle of his left eyebrow.

The blood mouth was very small, and it even looked a little delicate.

If this was broken by the sword, it is conceivable that the control of the sword in the subtleties at that time was already close to God.

Blood soaked out of the delicate wound.

Lao Dao sighed and sat down against the wall.

More and more blood gushed out of that wound, and it even gave people a bubbling feeling.

Liu Qing didn't look at it, his gaze was always on Lao Dao's hand.

From the moment you appear, that's it.

Lao Dao did not hold a sword in his hand.

The sword had vanished into the sky.

But he did not let his guard down.

Because the old man's hand is always held in vain.

It was only then that Lao Dao's fingers finally gradually dispersed.

After stopping to breathe for a long time, he finally exhaled.

The breath was as hot as magma, like boiling magma, instantly burning the snowflakes floating in the sky into green smoke.

There was a sneering voice.

His gaze moved upwards and lingered on Lao Dao's face for a moment.

Lao Dao had closed his eyes and was not breathing.

He finally really relaxed, but there was no joy on his face, but a pale.

In order to kill the other party, he also suffered a very serious hidden wound.

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Without the formation, there was no real powerhouse like Lao Dao, and in the face of the grand power of the palace, the resistance of the Xiangwang Mansion only lasted for a short time.

The palace quickly controlled the entire palace, and also controlled the two adjacent palaces by the way.

Hu 32 confessed to his subordinates: "Don't alarm the women in the back house. ”

The state religion has finally launched an attack on the royal family. No matter what happens afterwards, you should get enough benefits now, and some account books and some secret things are things that must be obtained by leaving the palace. What to do with those in the palace is another matter.

The bishop from the Thirteen Divisions of Qingyao and the bishop of the divine arts in the palace are treating the injured.

From time to time, the holy light could be seen in the ruins, and then moaning could be heard.

Even the wounded in the Prime Minister's Mansion will be treated, of course, in the order of the priests leaving the palace.

Si Yuan Daoren frowned slightly, and touched the slightly bulging belt with his right hand.

He strongly disagreed with such an approach, but it was the order of His Majesty the Pope.

The bottle of cinnabar pill in the belt was also given to him by His Majesty the Pope himself.

Even if the Holy Light Technique can't save the people who can't be saved, with this bottle of Cinnabar Pill, it should be difficult to die.

Of course, those who have died, can never come back to life.

Si Yuandao looked at the old Taoist by the broken wall, and the emotions in his eyes were a little complicated.

The old man was a little thin and short, his gray hair was messy, and he was covered in blood.

No matter how strong a person is, he will look very weak after death.

He knew the origin and identity of this veteran.

This old Taoist was the object that he and the King of Linghai feared the most beforehand.

In the past few years, the Heavenly Judgment Hall has sent many people to stare at Changchun in Luoyang, especially this old Taoist.

As soon as Lao Dao left Luoyang, he and the King of Linghai knew about it and reported it to Chen Changsheng overnight.

Chen Changsheng was practicing swords in the stone room at that time, and he didn't make any statement.

It wasn't until today that Si Yuandao knew that His Majesty the Pope had already made arrangements.

His gaze fell on the old man's broken eyebrows.

There was still a trace of sword intent there.

The sword intent is like a broken catkins, extremely subtle and very clear.

Blown by the cold wind, I feel cold.

How terrible would it be for that assassin to be able to kill this veteran?

Thinking of the blue shadow in the depths of the wind and snow before, he raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself What is the relationship between His Majesty the Pope and Liu Qing?

At this time, three people suddenly appeared in the ruins.

Si Yuan Dao was not surprised, nor did he show a vigilant expression, obviously knowing this tunnel in the flower hall in advance.

He saluted the two Dao aunts and said, "I've seen the two seniors. ”

Huai Shu said in a deep voice: "Since you are going to do it, why didn't you explain it to the Holy Maiden in advance?"

This rough and slightly irritable Dao aunt is obviously in a very bad mood.

If Si Yuan Daoren was not the state religious magnate in charge of the Holy Church, I am afraid that she would be even more angry.

Si Yuan Daoren smiled bitterly: "I also learned about His Majesty the Pope's arrangements before I came. ”

Hearing this, Huai Shu was stunned, and even Huai Ren was a little surprised.

Si Yuan Dao knew that it was difficult to explain clearly, so he didn't say anything more and looked at the other person.

With the help of three Changchun Taoists, Chen Liuwang still couldn't get to Luoshui, and he was still thousands of miles away from Hanqiu City.

His face was a little pale and bloodstained, but his expression remained calm as usual.

Si Yuan Daoren was a little impressed, and then once again felt that His Majesty the Pope's arrangement might not be appropriate. (To be continued.) )