Unlike the Great Yue Kingdom south of southern Xinjiang, the imperial court and the rivers and lakes are integrated, and the famous masters on the rivers and lakes are often able to win a good official position in the army, the rivers and lakes of the Great Xia Dynasty and the well water of the imperial court do not violate the river water, the rivers and lakes have their own rules of conduct, and the imperial court is not very willing to pull down the body and look down at the rivers and lakes, but there are large storms in the rivers and lakes, and the secret department in the court will definitely participate in it, one of the purposes is not to make it affect the ordinary people, and then to see what benefits can be occupied.

The secret department, which is almost on an equal footing with the six departments, and the martial arts powerhouses that have been cultivated are all outstanding, and they should not be underestimated on the rivers and lakes.

The "Ten Ghosts" that King Yu fought for Zhao Que had a prominent reputation in the secret department, and his predecessors were all martial artists, and later he submitted to the imperial court and formed the "Ten Ghosts" in the secret department, specifically for the imperial court to deal with some things that are not easy to intervene in directly.

Being able to win over the ten ghosts shows that the imperial court has made a compromise in the matter of Zhao Que. A single empty auxiliary general can't satisfy the appetite of Zhao Gou Chen and his family.

"It seems that you don't know who I am, just these people want Chen's head, it's just a fool's dream, a grasshopper shaking a tree. Zhao Que said casually.

"Haha...... I think you are a fool's dream, how many roads have we traveled, and finally arrived in Bluestone City, even if it is more than enough to establish a sect in the local area, it can't kill you?"

The people who followed him laughed even more wildly, no matter who looks at it, Zhao Que and the three of them are weak, and they must be more than lucky against their 100th heroes!

Zhao Ya had never seen such a big battle, she trembled, and Li Mujin hugged her and stepped back.

"Que'er!...... Are you really going to be fine?" Zhao Ya asked worriedly, knowing that Zhao Que was powerful, it was another thing to experience it face-to-face, and she was not at ease when she encountered this kind of life and death moment!

Li Mujin smiled and said: "Auntie, don't worry, Mr. has come over many vicious battles, just these people? is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and I am even more surprised who instructed them to send them to death!"

Zhao Que turned his head and nodded seriously at Zhao Ya: "As far as Que Que is concerned, they are like clowns jumping off the beam, and they are not worth mentioning." ”

Seeing Zhao Que's disapproving face, Zhao Ya hummed softly.

Yes, how could the dignified auxiliary general, the Golden Seal Purple Ribbon, be easily killed by the Jianghu people of the Hundred and Tenth?

The injured lark came to Zhao Que's side, and Zhao Que asked him to avoid it, "Three Yanhua are in the lower realm, one is in the upper realm, you can only suffer a little bit of minor injuries, yes, go and watch from the side." ”

The lark hesitated, saluted him, and followed Li Mujian.

"I'll ask you one last time, do you really fight with your life and fight me?" Zhao Que asked.

After all, with one hundred and ten lives, he was accustomed to slashing and killing the enemies of the Hanshan Dynasty, and he was actually a little unbearable, and the people in the rivers and lakes of the Great Xia Dynasty were also the people under his rule.

In the face of "his own people", he once commanded the Cissal army as a general of the cavalry, and his heart relented.

In the past few days, there have indeed been a lot of people who have been killed.

"Why fight for your life?! Zhao Que, your head is really valuable! Even if there are two women behind you, the price is just as exciting!"

Closed his eyes and opened them again, his compassion was gone, and Zhao Que said, "Okay, let's go." ”

"Hmph, conceited and arrogant!" someone angrily scolded Zhao Que.

On the other side, Zhao Ya looked at the silk knife that Li Muhibi was wearing: "Hibiscus, why don't you hand over the knife to Que'er, I think Que'er has a better chance of winning with a weapon, right?"

Li Mujin gently took Zhao Ya back a few steps, she was afraid that blood would splash on the two of them: "Auntie, look at it, it's rare to fight with their minions, and General Zhao will use weapons!"

As if to reflect what she said.

Yan Hua, who was the first to swing the knife and rush up, Zhao Que effortlessly snatched the knife in his hand.

Then, with unmistakable accuracy, slashed at his neck.

The head falls to the ground.

It's too fast.

Kung Fu in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Que took a leisurely walk, took a back in one hand, held a knife in the other, and entered the crowd.

A knife!

The two martial artists in Yanhua's lower realm didn't know how they died.

Another knife.

Raise the blood and count it.

Like a tiger that has cultivated for thousands of years, it suddenly descended the mountain and rushed into the flock!

He felt that the rivers and lakes of the Great Xia Dynasty, ordinary martial artists were really boring, and they were obviously practicing martial arts all year round, which was much worse than the elite foot soldiers of the Hanshan Dynasty.

Look, a swarm of swarms poured up, not paying attention to the arrangement of troops, and hiding in the shadows, planning to sneak attack the martial arts of your Excellency, a bit interesting, it can be called a strange soldier, if they are not facing Zhao Que, but a weaker martial artist, maybe it will be really effective.

It was a simple knife out, a knife, and a knife again, and the blood fell to the ground, staining the surface with blood red.

Gradually, some people didn't dare to rush to Zhao Que anymore, the people on their side who died instantly were too fast and too fast, and they couldn't see what kind of exquisite martial arts Zhao Que used, and the people on their own side were like weeds pressed down by the wind, falling down in pieces.

Someone in the rear saw that the situation was not good, turned and fled.

The arrogant Yanhua Shangjing martial artist, before he died, his frightened and incredulous eyes were impressive, and he didn't understand very much why the words he said were so far from the real situation when he smashed down those people who were difficult to refuse the high price?!

They clearly said that Zhao Que was at most a martial artist in the upper realm of the high pavilion, gathered the power of the sect, besieged him, paid a certain number of casualties, and he would take it, compared to what he obtained, the number of dead people was insignificant!

For example, birds scatter and animals go.

The knife in his hand was curled, and the power did not diminish in the slightest.

The true qi attached to the knife makes people see it, and it is extremely dazzling.

There were nearly forty corpses on the ground, all of them not breathing, but if he made a move, he would not be left alive.

This is a habit left over from seven years of battlefield killing, and on the battlefield, being merciful to the enemy is cruel to oneself.

In the midst of his breath, the high-ranking martial artist hiding in the shadows wanted to slowly retreat.

Things are completely different from what they envisioned.

I thought that with the strength of the sect and the casualties, I could barely take down this river dragon. Far from expecting that death was overwhelming, then Zhao Que seemed to be shopping in the back garden, and the lives of these people were nothing more than flower branches, broken at will.

"It's all here, it's not too late to leave your life. Zhao Que spoke slowly.

Facing the direction of the martial arts of the high realm, he lightly touched the ground, jumped up, stepped on and pointed at the high wall several times, and instantly blocked the way of the martial arts.

This martial artist is not as young as he is, he is not more than twenty years old, and Zhao Que is not sure.

At such an age, you can be a high-ranking person, and you must have a good talent for martial arts.

The alley is deep.

It rained a few heavily, and the weather cooled down quickly, as if the autumn tiger here was strangled in the cradle before it could exert its might.

The young martial artist trembled, it was only a moment, he recovered quickly, and looked at Zhao Que calmly, Zhao Que was not much older than him, and martial arts were so scary.

He was called a rare sect by the elders of the sect for thirty years, so is Zhao Que in front of him a rare time to see in a hundred years?

"You're not a bluestone. The young martial artist said conclusively.

It's not begging for mercy, nor is it a hard mouth before dying, but saying for no reason, Zhao Que is not a bluestone person.

Zhao Que nodded: "When I was still an infant, I came here, lived for more than ten years, and went to Xisai again." ”

"It turned out to be a general on the battlefield, fortunately, I will be lucky!" the young martial artist clenched his fists.

"Speak to those who command you, and spare you a painful death. ”

"It's all dead, why don't I be spineless?"

The young martial artist clenched the hilt of the sword, and after speaking, he burst into a sword, and the sword moves were both rigid and soft, and the killing force was very great.

The bladed knife was swung up by Zhao Que, easily blocked, and pinched the young martial artist's sword-gripping wrist......

This sword has changed owners.

The young takeo was at a loss.

It is really hard to imagine that the gap between him and Zhao Que is as big as Kunpeng's back.

"This sword move is good, practice it more diligently, maybe after you are forty or fifty years old, you will be able to ...... like this"

As he spoke, Zhao Que imitated the young martial artist's sword moves, pierced his heart, pulled it out, and shook off the blood on the sword.

The young takeo was dumbfounded, clutched his chest, staggered backwards, and sat down with his ass.

"I haven't told you who ordered us. He said.

Zhao Que smiled: "It's okay, I'll check slowly, and I'll find out sooner or later." ”

"I ...... I'm the next head of the Tsing Yi faction, and I don't want to die. As he spoke, the young takefu coughed up blood foam and wept bitterly.

The crying is getting lower and lower.

"Whoever instigates you to come, you will hate him in the next life. ”

Zhao Que threw the sword in front of the young martial artist, passed by his side with his hand, stopped for a short time, looked down, and gradually stopped breathing.

All beings are afraid of fruit.

When the retribution comes, the incomparable fear can be clearly felt by anyone.

Zhao Que whispered: "Great monk, the truth you told me is not false at all, when I meet you again, please drink good Huadiao." ”

The great monk was born in a small temple with a little-known name, talented, at the age of ten he achieved the body of King Kong, at the age of thirty he went to the mountain behind the temple to collect firewood, and met the weasel who gave his hands to beg for food, thus having an epiphany of Buddhism, and then violated the rules of the temple and went down the mountain to enter the world, participated in six debates of the three religions, won five in a row, and the sixth let a young female crown who was born out of thin air to refute the dumbfounded, and then abide by the agreement with the young female crown, went to the battlefield of Xisai, exceeded the undead, and met with Zhao Gouchen, who was still the general of Anyi, and explained a Buddhist law.

Among them, there is the "Bodhisattva fears the cause, and all beings fear the effect" that he has been talking about.

Out of the alley.

Of the fifteen larks in Bluestone City, none of them arrived at the scene.

Zhao Que was impatient, some small things, like facing a big enemy, it was really not like words, and waved them to go their own way.

A lark supported the injured man and went to Zang's shop to bandage the wound.

Two people were left.

Holding a letter in his hand.

"General Zhao, the master of the rivers and lakes who attacked you has found it. ”

Zhao Que sighed lightly, he thought that the people behind the scenes had made all the preparations, and it would be even more difficult to find the clues, but he didn't expect that he would have his whereabouts so soon.

Li Mujin asked quietly: "Those remnants of the army are defeated, will they be killed?"

Zhao Que glanced at the direction they were running: "Tsing shirt faction, let people check what kind of Jianghu sect this is, I suddenly want to visit in person." ”

"Good. Li Mujin covered his mouth and chuckled.

The name is simple, could it be that the people in this Jianghu sect like to wear green shirts?