To maintain human immortality, we must respond to three needs: gas, drink, and food.

If you can't continue to eat, you have seven days to live, if you don't have water, you will die if you are thirsty for three days, and if you can't breathe, you can't survive a cup of tea.

It is not easy to die of thirst, and it is even more difficult to starve to death, but it is much easier to suffocate, choke, hang, strangle, or drown a person.

Qing Xuan is good at killing, and his moves often cut the throat of the enemy with a sword, which is neither effortless nor procrastinating.

The two hundred guards in the room are all elite, but none of them are immune: if you arrive, he will pick, if you block, he will poke, if you block, he will stir up, if you avoid, he will tease, if you retreat, he will stab, if you dodge, he will behead...

"If you can't hold it, you will attack with all your might!" After figuring out this section, there were many guards who opened their doors and slashed with their swords.

What kind of enemy is the most terrifying, and what kind of move cannot be broken?

The enemy who strikes quickly is the most terrifying, and the fastest move cannot be broken. Qing Xuan's shot was only in a flash, and his sword move was like a ghost lightning... This is the nightmare, the nightmare of these two hundred.

What could be more terrible than my move before I could make a move, and the enemy move was fierce and irresistible?

Everywhere the phantom passes, there must be a "poof!poof!" sound, which is the sound of hot blood rushing out of the incision in the body. The guards who had their throats cut off lay on the ground one by one, covering the wound on their necks, kicking their feet indiscriminately, and making a "uh~~~~~" sound from their mouths and noses, their faces full of surprise and fear, and then slowly died in unwillingness.

Many of them had died of exhaustion before they even saw Qing Xuan make a move. Before they died, they must have been puzzled: "How did I get my throat cut?"

Two hundred have fallen.

Qing Xuan immediately woke up. "Poisonous!" he immediately realized. Of the two hundred people here, Qing Xuan remembered that he had only killed eighty-eight people, and it was obvious that the remaining one hundred and twelve people had been poisoned.

There are two uses in the longevity exercise: one is the spirit, and the other is prevention, in which "prevention" is used to "resist poison".

More than 110 people in the room were poisoned in the blink of an eye, which shows how strong their nature is. The defense against poison of the Immortal Gong has its limit, Qing Xuan evened out his breath and vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

"Nine-Colored Flowers!" the poison in him and the dead guards was the Nine-Colored Flowers.

The nine-colored flower is not a flower, but an odorless powder poison made by the combination of nine poisonous flowers. There is no ventilation here, and the poisonous powder has dispersed in the room at some point, as long as the mouth and nose intake air, it will be invaded, and Qingxuan is not immune.

He has used his internal force to force out six or seven percent of the poisonous blood, but the remaining three or four percent are difficult to exhaust for a while.

It had been more than half an hour since Qing Xuan attacked and killed the palace gate guards, and the reinforcements from outside the palace would soon find this place, and Duanmu Lan hid behind the corridor in front of him. He didn't have time to force the poison anymore, the time was fleeting, and he had to kill Duanmulan before reinforcements arrived.

There was a burst of irritability in his chest, and his limbs gradually became a little numb, but Qing Xuan didn't care about this, and resolutely kicked open the door of the corridor in front of him.

... ...

Ling Quanyi is a thousand men in the Shenshen camp, and he was ordered by Emperor Yonghua to welcome Xia Muyang back to the capital. I didn't want to, but I didn't welcome it, but I brought back a white-sided funeral post.

Xia Muyang's death is the most critical military situation, and he must report to the Son of Heaven with a footstep of 700 miles a day. Therefore, Qiu Tingtai wrote a funeral post in the name of Xia Chengcan, and Tuo Ling Quanyi reported the news first. He did not retreat, but he refused, and that night he hurried north with the letter.

At this moment, he stood outside the imperial study, feeling uneasy, "I hope His Royal Highness King Duan doesn't blame!"

"Ling Qianfu, King Duan has summoned you, you should go quickly!" the eunuch opened the door and said to him.

After Emperor Yonghua learned of the death of King Yi, even though he fainted, he had been in a coma for two days in a row, and he has not woken up yet. King Yun was imprisoned in the palace, and the capital was the most respected in the throne, and he was the emperor's brother, and he had always had a very high prestige, so he was naturally promoted as the regent by the hundred officials and served as the director of the Son of Heaven.

The old king was not taboo, and without saying a word, he entered the palace and entered the imperial study, folded and recited, and exercised the imperial power of the Son of Heaven.

"Ling Quanyi, the former god of the sentry camp, see His Royal Highness King Duan!" Ling Quanyi knelt down in front of the imperial case.

"What the hell is going on!" Duan Wang asked in a deep voice. Ling Quanyi is back, but King Zhen has not returned, something must have happened. He was most worried that two things would happen, no matter which one of them, might cause chaos in the court and the country in danger, so he kept silently reciting: "Muyang must be fine! Muyang must not be opposed!"

Ling Quanyi took out the white folded book in his arms, and replied in a trembling voice: "His Royal Highness King Duan, His Royal Highness King Zhen has passed away!"

These words were like a thunderbolt, and they shook King Duan's mind.

"Bang!" Duan Wang slapped his palm on the desk and asked loudly: "What happened! You give me 1510! If you can't tell, I'll kill you!"

Ling Quanyi's body trembled, a chill came from his back, and he hurriedly kowtowed and replied, "Yes, yes!"

... ...

"The gods are not blessed, the sky has no eyes! A hundred years of foundation is in danger!" After listening to the report, King Duan closed his eyes and sighed. Two lines of turbid tears, more lined with vicissitudes.

First King Yi, and now King Zhen, only two days, Dahua lost two of the three most important princes, which really made the old Duan Wang feel that the wind and rain were shaking, and the building was about to fall.

"What about Chengchan, what's wrong with him, why didn't he come back with you?" asked Duanwang softly. When I asked, I felt that I was a little confused, "Chengcan has a strong personality and is smart, and he will definitely not rush back to the capital before he knows the situation." I am afraid that on the border between the two countries, there will inevitably be a fierce war. ”

Ling Quanyi thought about it, but still replied honestly: "As soon as the news of His Royal Highness the death of His Royal Highness reached the camp, Qiu Tingtai, a thousand men of the white-clothed army, wrote this white post in the name of the prince, and the minister reported it to the north. The minister set out that night, when the prince was still in a coma. However, the military doctor has seen that the prince is only short of breath and fainting, and he has not woken up for a while because of the depression in his heart, and there is no major problem. ”

Hearing that Xia Chengcan was fine, Duanwang finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Chengcan has the wind of Muyang, and after a few years of training, he may not be able to become the commander of an army, and it is a blessing in misfortune that he is fine!"

... ...

Yu Lingyi, Xie Tianyin, Fan Enping, Zhu Xiaochen, Duanmu Quan, Gu Jiuming, Tong Gaoge, Yin Hou, Duanmu Tashan, Mu Lunyan, and the top ten martial arts guests of the Turkic royal family gathered in this ten-zhang long corridor, just to block the old road in Tsing Yi with white beard and perforated shoulder blades in front of him.

"Remember, attack!" Yu Lingyi shouted, and took the lead in leaping forward, his long sword pointing directly at Qing Xuan's chest.

Xie Tianyun followed closely behind, and rushed towards Qing Xuan with a low figure, and the two judge's pens were obviously aimed at Qing Xuan's legs.

Almost at the same time, Fan Enping stabbed Qing Xuan in the left shoulder with his sword, and Zhu Xiaochen's boomerang came out of his hand, targeting Qing Xuan's throat and waist and abdomen.

... ...

When Qingxuan was fighting with the guards outside the corridor, Yu Lingyi had already agreed with everyone: to divide the attack together, so that they could not take care of everything.

"You have been hit by the 'Nine-Colored Flower', your hands and feet are sluggish, can you still withstand the attack of our ten people!"