Qi Huai's heart was full of uneasiness and anxiety at this time, and Wang Xie's strange ability to 'close' in the vertical and horizontal sequences at this moment made him feel extremely frightened.

In a trance, he actually felt that Wang Xie's facial features were distorting and changing, and he was becoming more and more similar to Ding Huan!

"Get out of here!"

Qi Huai raised his foot and kicked the chest of the person in front of him, and the huge force almost lifted the soles of the opponent's feet off the ground, but Wang Xie still clamped his right hand with his side and muscles.

The severe pain and blood loss quickly ate away at Wang Xie's consciousness, and just before the last trace of strength was lost, he roared angrily, and the embroidered spring knife in his right hand stabbed out towards Qi Huai's chest with all his might!

Burst!

The shattered heart let out a mournful wail.

Qi Huai finally withdrew his right hand, and hurriedly covered his chest, trying to cover the blood flowing from both sides of the blade.

But the uncontrollable palm kept changing into various strange blades, cutting his chest into flesh and blood, and milky white bionic blood rushed out.

Qi Huai's expression was hideous and distorted, his lips kept squirming, his eyes were wide open, and he slowly fell.

The chest that was cut open by himself can be clearly seen, the heart that was pierced by the embroidered spring knife.

"Phew!"

A mouthful of bloody phlegm spit on Qi Huai's face, Wang Xie knelt on the ground weakly, bowed his head and cursed at the cold corpse.

"Use Lao Tzu as a stand-in to put out the fire, right? Lao Tzu tells you that vertical and horizontal sequences can not only play you, but also fucking kill you! ”

This sentence seemed to drain the last strength of Wang Xie's body, and he gasped violently for a long time before raising his blank eyes and looking around.

As far as the eye could see, the few brocade guards who could still stand grinned at him with difficulty, and their lips moved silently.

"Don't chatter, Lao Tzu will definitely have a treat in a while. Don't let you go to heaven, my Wang Xie's name is written upside down. ”

Wang Xie's mouth came out with a slight mutter, a laugh that only he could hear.

Died a lot

Fortunately, it's not over

He rolled his dull eyes to look at the blue robe that was still standing under the cornice, still standing with his hands on his shoulders.

Bastard, you'd better pray that the boss doesn't die, otherwise Lao Tzu will pick up this flying fish suit and take the bird to make your family's rebellion!

Finally, Wang Xie Chaotian turned his face up and looked at a huge hole in the dome above his head.

"Boss, don't die!"

"Yan Bahuang, you are just a chess piece in Zhu Youhong's hands. Even when you got in the way of his big business, he mercilessly let Zhang Ruzhen, the eunuch, kill you. ”

Ding Huan's sneer was brought into the old man's ears by the night wind that swept across the roof.

"He is so unkind and unjust, you still risk your life to save him. Although you and Zhu Youhong are both sacrifices I offer to genes, I still want to ask you. ”

Ding Huan's face was solemn and his tone was heavy, "Why are you so stupid and loyal?" ”

"Put away your words to deceive children, the old man has listened to your sequence of people all these years, and his ears are about to become calloused."

Yan Bahuang said mockingly: "If Zongheng could 'shut down' the Legalists, you wouldn't have been driven to the sin area by us back then." ”

"The city is changing the king's banner, what you support is the royal road, and what you oppose is vertical and horizontal."

Ding Huan seemed to remember some tragic memories, and there was a rare look of anger on his face, "One sequence of two sides, why do you Legalists have to distinguish the positive and negative?" ”

"Because wherever we stand, our fists are bigger. The truth is typed, not spoken! We don't look down on your branch, so you deserve to be a rebel! ”

Yan Bahuang said disdainfully: "I still have to teach this truth, no wonder you Ding Huan will be the worst one among the kings of Honghu." ”

Ding Huan was annoyed and ashamed, and his face was hideous, "A waste prince who doesn't even want to protect those people in the imperial court, how can you save a small brocade guard?" Can you save it? ”

Raising a knife with one arm, the murderous aura is awe-inspiring.

"When Lao Tzu's embroidered spring knife is on your neck, you will know that I can't save it!"

Bang!

A three-finger-thick glazed green tile on the roof ridge was trampled into powder, and the tattered flying fish suit rushed up against the cold wind.

"Ding Huan, a criminal in Annan, committed chaos and intended to rebel. According to the law."

Yan Bahuang's beard was all open, and he reprimanded sharply: "Be punished!" ”

The Ming Empire lasted for thousands of years, and the majesty of the law had already been deeply imprinted into the minds of every imperial people.

It is passed through the bloodline from generation to generation, and finally engraved into the genes, which cannot be eliminated at all.

Especially after the implantation of brain intelligence and the link to the dream realm of Huangliang, the deterrent power of the Da Ming Law has almost been substantiated, and it has become an 'innate valve' that shackles and restricts behavioral thoughts.

Not only can it suppress the body of the person who committed the crime, but it can even contain the sequence genes that they have unlocked.

Therefore, when Yan Bahuang read out Ding Huan's charges in the name of Chongqing Mansion Jinyi Wei Baihu, the fear of Da Ming Law and the mood of surrender spread in Ding Heng's mind.

The heavy force of law like a substance pressed Ding Huan's body to a clumsy body, unable to move.

But when the embroidered spring knife slashed in front of him, the corners of Ding Huan's mouth suddenly curled.

"I'm all a rebel, and I'm still afraid of being guilty?"

Zheng!

The sharp edge of the embroidered spring knife was gently pinched by two fingers, like a quagmire, unable to move.

"Let's not mention that when the New Donglin Party set up the imperial power, Da Ming Law has become an empty shelf with no appearance."

Ding Huan's rickety body straightened inch by inch, and his shoulders kept swinging in slight amplitudes, as if shaking off a heavy shackle.

"Even if the Da Ming Law can still be as strong as before, you Yan Bahuang only have some authority of the "Professional Law" in your hands, and you can still suppress me?"

Sonorous!

The seven-grade embroidered spring knife worn by the general flag in the old man's hand was broken violently.

Ding Huan stretched out his hand to pick up the broken blade, and thrust it into Yan Bahuang's knife-wielding arm with a pop.

"The strong should be cut.. Not true,"

Ding Huan paused, shook his head and smiled: "You are just a weak person now." The weak deserve to die!"

The vertical and horizontal force field enveloped Yan Bahuang in it, making his already weak body unable to lift a trace of strength.

His throat was choked by Ding Huan, his body was held up in the wind, and his head was black, like a broken candle about to be extinguished.

"Do you know why you're so vulnerable in my hands? Do you know why the "Law of Occupation" that you have mastered is so weak? ”

Ding Huan had a bright smile on his face, put his mouth close to Yan Bahuang's ear, and said in a low voice: "Because some legalists in the 'Three Law Divisions' have changed their banners and think that we are the king!" ”

"You just said that the truth of this world is typed, not spoken. I agree with that. So now my words are the truth. ”

The old man's face was red from suffocation, and blood filled his pupils.

"You know what? In my heart, the coolest thing in the world is to play to death you self-righteous Legalist sequences step by step. ”

"I will let you watch the Jinyi guards below die one by one, and finally cut Zhu Youhong's skin with an embroidered spring knife."

The eyes in Ding Huan's eyes were shivering, and the cold words jumped out of his mouth one by one, "I want you to know that you have saved all of them!" ”

The night wind blows through the bricks and tiles on the golden building, making a sound like a person singing at night, like crying and complaining.

When the old man slowly closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, the piercing and bursting suona sound rose to the sky, directly tearing the dark clouds covering the moon!

The sudden moonlight illuminates a black armor that falls from the sky!

Ding Huan raised his head in amazement, and his eyes met the red eyes in the scarlet snow-like helmet!

And a pair of fiery eyes that beat with blazing flames!

Li Jun was wearing ink armor, stepping on a black flying sword, and the sharp edge of the embroidered spring knife in his hand was full of bright moon under the night!

(End of chapter)