The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Zhang Busheng stood in front of the gate of the Imperial Court Division for the third time.

He is not very old, but he has cultivated to the colorless realm, and he can already be called a genius. But in the past, he was reckless in the rivers and lakes, at most he was called a "hero" by the flat-headed people, and he still couldn't get on the stage when he was redundant. Fortunately, Yu Wensu appreciated and became an official, so these days he has been fulfilling his duties and trying to make a name for himself. Not to mention anything else, even if you don't seek merit, you don't want to make any mistakes and be embarrassed.

It's just that his luck doesn't seem to be very good, in just one month, the Imperial Court Division has been single-handedly broken in twice when he was on duty, Zhang Busheng lost face and lost face, and the blame was on him, and he had to bear the responsibility, so these days are quite uncomfortable.

For the first time, a black-robed man wearing a demon mask came, and he came up and started fighting without saying a word, broke into the dungeon and robbed the key criminal of Tianxin Sect, King Tuli Ming, and easily washed the entire imperial court up and down in blood, which was called a miserable one, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled in the air after a long time.

The king of Fudo Ming shot ruthlessly, and hit the key points, but fortunately, Zhang Busheng was hard, and he still carried it after being so seriously injured, but he also lay on the bed for half a month before standing up again.

The second time came a white-robed man wearing the same mask, this time the other party was quite polite, and he avoided the key point with every move, and it seemed that he had no intention of taking their lives, but even so, the people who were beaten were still turned on their backs, and the loser lost the battle, and the King of Qi under their care also died in prison because of this. Fortunately, there was someone above the Imperial Court to cover him, and His Majesty did not ask much about it, otherwise the crime of dereliction of duty would have come down, and no one could afford it.

However, Zhang Busheng has one thing to understand.

He didn't know much about the affairs of the court, but he also knew that the person who came for the second time was the general Mo Jun, and it was said that this general had a good relationship with the king of Qi, and he didn't know why he wanted to break into the prison to kill people and kill people.

At this moment, Zhang Busheng recovered from his injuries and returned to his post, feeling a little depressed in his heart, secretly hating that the name his parents gave him was really a bit unlucky, and he really didn't have good luck.

Lying in bed for several days, Zhang Busheng didn't seem to have recovered to his best state, and he looked a little sleepy-eyed. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretched his arms out and stretched leisurely.

I hope I can live in peace today! Zhang Busheng thought so, but the sky never seemed to be able to pass his wishes.

Outside the gate of the Imperial Court, there was another uninvited guest.

The man was wearing an old coat, with a hat on his head covering half of his face, and a large knife at his waist.

When Zhang Busheng saw the comer, his heart sank, and an ominous premonition came up again, and this person ......

Zhang Busheng's eyes narrowed into a slit.

Sounds familiar?

"Who!" the guard on duty quickly reacted, drew his weapon and stopped in front of the man, and asked with a serious expression.

A sneer rose at the corner of the swordsman's mouth: "Why, you forgot about Lao Tzu so quickly?"

"King Jundariming?" everyone stepped forward to take a closer look, and then recognized that this person was not a prisoner of the Tianxin Sect who was robbed by the King of Fudo Ming that day, and immediately screamed, and began to shout around.

Zhang Busheng pushed aside the crowd, crossed his arms and looked at Liu Baiqi, and said with a smile: "If the traitors of the Tianxin Sect don't find a place to hide, they will come from the net, but they miss the prison of my Imperial Court?"

Liu Baiqi slowly drew out his knife, and his eyes were shining with a cold light: "The so-called coming without being rude, how the Imperial Court Division treated me that day, Liu Mou remembered it well! Now, all of it will be returned to you!"

"Take him down!" Zhang Busheng shouted, raised his sword to meet him, and did not dare to be careless in his heart.

Bang dang!

Liu Baiqi's whole body breath soared, and he raised the ghost head knife in his hand and slashed it heavily on the ground, and suddenly a long crack appeared, and at this moment the whole earth was shaken, and the sand and gravel dust on the ground began to rotate around him as if they had received some kind of edict, and the sound of armor and stones colliding came and went.

At this moment, the sand is flying.

Many defenders were shocked and unstable under Liu Baiqi's heavy slash, and even their legs were numb, and they fell directly to the ground. On the turrets on both sides of the gate, the crossbowmen staggered and lost their heads, and the brazier torches that burned beside them were knocked to the ground under the force of the blow, and the fire began to spread in all directions.

With a winning blow, Liu Baiqi laughed fiercely, looking at the embarrassed defenders of the Imperial Court Division around him, a burst of pleasure rose in his heart, and at this moment, Zhang Busheng's thunderous sword also fell in front of him.

Liu Baiqi turned his wrist, and the blade met the blow from bottom to top, and the two sharp weapons collided fiercely together, making a huge roar, and the place where the blades met seemed to explode a ball of brilliance, and the cyclone burst in it.

After this hard move, Zhang Busheng only felt that his whole body suffered a huge impact, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and at the same time, his arm was numb for a while, the tiger's mouth was almost cracked, and the long sword in his hand almost came out of his hand.

And Liu Baiqi was steady and unmoving, the expression on his face was extremely relaxed, obviously this blow was not the slightest threat to him at all.

With one move, the gap between the two was seen.

But fortunately, Zhang Busheng is not fighting alone.

In the Imperial Division, the defenders saw that there was a faint fire around them, and the leading lieutenant immediately made a decision, and assigned a part of the people to fight the fire first, control the fire and prevent chaos, so as not to cause incalculable consequences;

However, after the previous two blows, the number of available people has been much less, more than half of them have been damaged, and they have not been replenished in time, and most of the defenders are now injured, and their state is not as good as before, and they seem to be a little powerless to fight at this moment.

Liu Baiqi faced a row of shield soldiers in front of him, dragged the long knife to the ground with his backhand, and rushed straight towards it with half leaning over, the blade and the ground drew a long spark, which was extremely gorgeous.

When he rushed to the front of the row of big shields, Liu Baiqi took a deep breath, jumped up, jumped into the air several feet high, and then raised the big knife in his hand again.

At this moment, the wind swept in, and the flames burning everywhere seemed to have vitality, furious and churning, mixed with the sand and dust in the sky spiraling into the air in the momentum of a tornado, all gathered in the blade, and merged with the aura of the blade.

The next moment, the mountains and seas were overwhelmed, and the withering and decaying were destroyed.

A violent heat wave accompanied by raindrops of sand and dust roared like a tide, hitting people's bodies as if a fire burned, and like poisonous needles, severe pain and poison, the defenders in the imperial court wailed, hugged their heads and scurried, and the formation faintly seemed to be about to collapse at this moment.

Zhang Busheng was in a hurry when he saw this, and before he could shout an order, Liu Baiqi had already burst into the crowd alone, overflowing with swords, strangled everything around him like a whirlwind and clouds everywhere he went, and like a sharp spear rampage, penetrating the formation of the entire garrison, and directly protruding a bloody road.

"Wild sand, get up!" the swordsman shouted, and as soon as the long knife was raised, a violent wave of air came from the surface like the wind and sand rolling in the north.

The grass and trees are rolling, raising the wind and dust.

Gilly narrowed his eyes, and he seemed to see a snake in the sandstorm.

The blade of the long knife suddenly became soft, swaying left and right, flexible and swift, and a sword aura spread from the tip of the knife, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, and attacked fiercely.

This is the most dangerous creature in the desert, the snake, insidious and vicious.

Ji Li danced the manual knife and went head-on, only to see the snake's head flickering rapidly, transforming into countless knife shadows, falling like a raging storm, attacking from all directions. For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether these sword shadows were real or fake.

With a wave of his hand, the aura that had been gathering momentum for a long time burst out of his body, turning into a shield and attaching it around, blocking the sword light in the sky, while he himself stared closely, looking for the hidden real killing machine.

That's the habit of snakes.

But when he was still in the Western Regions, he was a famous snake catcher.

Although the sword light in the sky is a phantom, it is also made of aura after all, although it has no real form, but it has a real meaning. When Ji Li concentrated on finding the hidden knife, the qi shield around his body had been shattered, and countless sword lights slashed at him. The pain in his heart hit him, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Each blow is like a pinprick in the desert, as if it were the poisonous needle of a scorpion in the desert.

This swordsman is really not simple.

In the blink of an eye, Geely's whole body was covered with hundreds of red dots and holes, and he finally broke out of this wind and sand and caught the overlord hidden in the sand.

At that moment, Geely completely abandoned his defense, and the aura of his whole body surged into his hand as if he had received some kind of edict, thinking that the blade would spread away.

Geely made a move, using his most ferocious move, and this blow was going to be won or lost.

The two spiritual pressures collided violently, and the powerful sword intent suddenly surged, shaking the surrounding guards to stand unsteadily and staggering, but they hurriedly fixed their bodies, unwilling to miss the scene in front of them.

The duel between the masters of the Colorless Realm is worth stopping.

Geely's long knife hit the opponent's snake blade just right, impartially, exactly seven inches.

The swordsman was shocked, but it was too late to change his tactics at this time, and the old man in front of him accurately captured his flaws, and with just one blow, his wrist was sore, and the long knife came out of his hand.

The swordsman was frightened, and his body retreated, but the auspicious sword light cut through the sky, came with a strong wind, and slashed through his abdomen, and immediately tore a hole in his body, and blood splashed.

"Ji Lao is mighty!"

"Ji Lao is mighty!"

"Ji Lao is mighty!"