Outside the palace, above the clouds, the battle lasted for a long time.

Many of the clouds and lead mist in the sky were shattered, revealing a corner of the blue sky behind it, like a continuous lake and swamp on a dry land after a rainstorm.

Beams of heavenly light split the clouds and descended, like a sword cutting the heavens and the earth, gradually converging together, forming a large clear sky.

Half the city is rainy, half the city is sunny.

And at the edge of their intersection, the rain is illuminated golden, falling all over the sky, and it is very beautiful.

Stratus clouds blocked the view, and the people on the city walls looked up in awe as they watched in awe, imagining the amazing battle behind the clouds.

The phoenix chirp that sounded from time to time, even if it was far away, could still make people's hearts palpitate.

In their eyes, it was a war between gods and gods, which only existed in legends, and it had never been seen in the hundred years since the founding of the Zhao Kingdom, but at this moment it was so abrupt and clear in front of everyone.

Time flies extremely slowly.

In front of the palace, Zhao Xiang'er was wearing a wide phoenix robe fluttering, like a fire that would never be extinguished, and the Vermilion Bird burning pestle in her hand was burning with golden light, and the inscriptions on it were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, unpredictable.

The fire phoenix that protected the city was in touch with her, so she could not only see the scene above the clouds, but also suffer the backlash of Suzaku's injury.

Gradually, her cheeks were like a tender lotus washed by autumn frost, slowly fading away from the blood, and blood slowly oozed out of the seven orifices, just like the wrong cinnabar on the porcelain man's body.

It's just that the people in the palace have long been dismissed by her, and the empty square is lonely, and no one can see this scene.

The thunder rang out, and with each passing one, her already petite body shook slightly.

The cool breeze was still blowing, sweeping past her ears, blowing up a lock of green silk, and falling on her, sometimes light, sometimes rain.

It was a long time before the clouds began to close.

"Go back. The girl whispered.

A barely visible shadow of the fire phoenix fell from the clouds and fell back into the Vermilion Bird Burning Pestle.

Zhao Xiang'er wiped the blood on her face, brushed away the wet hair on her face, shook her body several times, and almost fell down before walking back to the hall with her steps in vain.

The palace array is still there!

And in an alley in the imperial city, a black shadow fell and the green bricks cracked.

A child, still looking at the sky from afar, was startled, but surprisingly did not turn to flee, and watched as an old man covered in charcoal rose from the ground, his body full of holes, and hissing white from the rain.

A woman who was about to come to hold the child saw this scene, she covered her mouth, trembling with fright, but she didn't know where she got the courage, picked up the child, rushed back to the house, slammed the door shut, and then used all her strength to pick up a firewood knife and hide behind the door, staring at the closed wooden door, cold sweat.

But the old man turned a blind eye to them.

He dragged the broken body slowly through the street, the blood in his body had been steamed, only the terrible wounds, and the incision was a terrible white.

He glanced back at the palace, and his heart was still unwilling.

He knew that Zhao Xiang'er's injuries were far more serious than his own, but he still didn't have the means to break through the palace in a short period of time, and he was a little worried about it after all.

Now his state is only about the strength of the fifth floor of the Purple Court Realm, if there is really someone from the peak of the Purple Court of the Immortal Sect at this moment, he will really have to damage the Great Dao.

Just looking at Nanzhou, there are only a handful of people in that realm, and Zhao Xiang'er has no time to make such arrangements in advance.

It's just that...... After all, I'm afraid of a whatever.

He looked at the closed doors of the streets, and a nameless anger burned in his heart.

He wanted to kill.

......

......

The earth-shattering movement in the palace spread throughout the imperial city.

Even many people who were hiding at home because of fear couldn't help but open the window and look at the pillar of fire that pierced into the sky from a distance.

From a distance, the pillar of fire was extremely thin, like a line formed by magma, but it had a shocking beauty.

Outside the National Teacher's Mansion, Zhao Xiang'er has already left the mansion, and the news of sneaking into the palace has also been transmitted back here.

Those powerful killers from the Kingdom of Jin or Rongguo, knowing that they had been tricked, were full of indignation, and they wanted to kill the palace immediately, until this pillar of fire was lit, and the cold killing intent blew through the huge city like a sword and a sword, and the thoughts in their hearts were also annihilated.

On a tall building outside the National Teacher's Mansion, a handsome young man, dressed in colorful clothes, fluttered with colorful satin around him, like a colorful soul worm.

He is a Rainbow Ghost and the strongest assassin in the Kingdom of Jin.

He is more of a killer than an assassin, because he never deliberately kills people in secret, but likes to wear the most eye-catching bright clothes and heavy makeup, as if to make everyone notice him and this living ghost who walks the world and kills.

In the shadows, a man with a saber walked out and asked, "What now?"

The voice of the ghost in colorful clothes was very thin, with an annoying tone, and said, "What's the matter?

The man with the saber sneered: "It's a battle between immortals, it's not something we can mix, how can you be famous no matter how famous you are?

The colorful ghost narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "We are killers, we are assassins, what we are waiting for is just an opportunity, when we meet such an immortal who calls for wind and rain, the detour is, do you still want to try if you can cut off the head of the immortal with this fast knife?"

The man with the saber said indifferently: "Among us, you are the least like an assassin, maybe you scared the snake, so that Zhao Xiang'er noticed and managed to escape." ”

Another woman masked with a veil said coldly: "We are one of the top ten assassins in the country, and we were teased by a sixteen-year-old girl, do we still have the face to go back?"

A man in similar attire beside her said in a deep voice: "I always feel that there is something strange about this matter, since entering the city, there are too many strange people and strange things, we stay outside here, like headless flies...... This Zhao City is far from being as simple as we think. ”

The woman nodded slightly: "As early as when I entered the city, I was uneasy, but I didn't expect this small pond to be so deep. ”

The man looked at the other end of the street and said, "Qiu Li, you are from Zhao, do you know any secrets? ”

A man in a witch robe walked over, it was the chief disciple of the witch master, Qiu Li.

He looked at everyone and said, "The family master only asked me to act according to the original plan, and now the immortal forest can't go back, and the Blood Feather Monarch is gone, and the master has no news at all, so the accident has changed...... It's all unexpected. ”

The woman sneered and said, "I really shouldn't have mistrusted that old man at the beginning, I thought that as the master of a country's witchcraft, he should be extraordinary, but now it seems that the Zhao people are the same." They all opened their doors to meet the enemy, and there were still so few back-ups, they deserved to be destroyed. ”

A young man in a colorful dress listened to their conversation, and suddenly laughed sharply on the eaves.

The woman said angrily: "Are you really our current opponent is still a stinky little girl? That Blood Feather Jun is gone, and the woman who slashed out a fairy sword before is also gone, how much weight do you really have as the title of the first assassin? It is not worth mentioning in the world at all! Zhao Xiang'er, who is now sitting in the palace, can easily crush you to death with one finger." ”

The ghost in the colorful clothes stood on the corner of the eaves, and the colorful satin fluttering on his side was very eye-catching.

He made a gesture to wipe his neck and said, "What can I do then? Hug you and cry? Haha, even if Zhao Xiang'er cuts off my head with a sword, I can still laugh when I look at that exquisite little face before my head hits the ground." ”

At this moment, the same woman couldn't help but touch the ugly scar under her veil, her eyes were even more gloomy, she pressed her hand on her waist, wanting to see how many pounds and taels the person who was three places higher than herself had.

In the blink of an eye, her hand froze, and her pupils suddenly contracted as she looked at the ghost, and her face was full of horror.

Everyone noticed the oddity and looked at the eaves.

The colorful ghost stopped strangely, a very thin line lit up at his neck, and then blood flowed, his body was still standing in place, his head had fallen in the air, and there was an exaggerated smile on his face with heavy makeup.

A moment later, his body was unsupported, and he also fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and the colored satin was torn apart by some force, and it fell like paper money, covering his corpse.

Those assassins who looked at the colorful ghosts were as if they were deaf in both ears, and after a long period of distraction, they gradually came back to their senses, and they couldn't believe that the first assassin of the Jin Kingdom, who was still laughing uncontrollably, was already a cold corpse at this time.

Who killed him?

And the ghost in color himself couldn't believe it, he obviously had three stand-in talismans and a thousand miles of substitute death talisman that were useless, so his head was cut off.

At one point, everyone looked up in unison.

At the corner of the eaves where the ghost in colorful clothes fell to the ground, there stood an old man who did not recognize the human form.

The old man's body was like being slashed by thunder, and the fire burned through the wood of countless arrows, giving people the illusion that a light punch could be torn apart.

"Division...... Master!" Qiu Li suddenly screamed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He looked at the old man who did not look like a human or a ghost, knelt down, and shouted, "Master, you are still alive, it is great, I have been sticking to this place according to your orders, and I will not leave an inch." ”

"Oh, you're calling me?" the old man chuckled, and the figure fell in front of Qiu Li.

The old fox looked at the trembling young man who was crawling on the ground, and suddenly reached out and twisted his head, tore it off casually, and threw it on the ground: "This is your master." ”

Qiu Li didn't dare to take a second look, but shouted: "Master Mo is joking with the apprentice, what does the master command, I will do it when I go to the soup and the fire." ”

The old fox kicked the head of the witch master on the ground, and while tearing off the broken body, he sneered: "You are smart, when you first saw me, you knew that I was not your master, but you still pretended to be like this, why, you can't have the slightest idea of avenging your master?"

Naqiu knocked on the ground from his forehead, so frightened that he even held his breath, and did not dare to make a sound at all.

The old fox sighed and said regretfully: "I wanted to cut open your heart and liver and drink a mouthful of blood, but unfortunately I can't eat this mouthful now, alas...... It's hard to be tied. ”

When he landed before, he only stepped on a few green bricks, and there would still be pain in his heart, and the people of Zhao State, of course, would not be killed at this moment.

But the others in front of me seem to be from somewhere else......

The old fox slowly turned his head, looked at the killers in the rain street, and asked with a smile: "I don't know where you come from?"

After a moment of silence, the crowd scattered.

The old fox was not in a hurry to chase after him, he stepped on the head of the colorful ghost, his mood was a little better, and he laughed to himself: "I don't know whose body is suitable for another?"

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