The dead wood dragon yin, the belongings of the yellow dragon, is also the weapon he used to establish the Qi Palace.

For Sixiang, it has an irreplaceable status, and it is the inheritance of the Qi Palace, and now it appears in the hands of Sikong Haoran, it can be said that he is the heir of Huanglong, and the last trace of doubt in Bei Xuanwu's heart was burned away.

As soon as Sikong Haoran struck a successful blow, he quickly used the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Technique to escape far away, and once again hid in the darkness.

His entire body was in an extremely tense state, and every nerve seemed to collapse in an instant if he used a little more force, assassinating the Sword Emperor's mid-level peak powerhouse, which was no different from looking for death before, but now, Bei Xuanwu's fatal combo gave him an excellent opportunity to make a move.

The Sword Emperor's mid-level peak powerhouse, even if he is on the verge of death, he should not take it lightly, as long as he is sure that he has not swallowed his last breath, then there is a possibility of being bitten back at any time.

It's just that at this moment, Wei Yanjin is already at the end of the crossbow, and the attack of the half-step Sword Saint Supreme is not something that the Sword Emperor can compete with at the middle peak, and the moment the Dead Wood Dragon Yin pierced his heart, the soul attack also invaded his soul ocean.

"Poof!"

Splattered blood mixed with shattered internal organs, quickly fell down.

Shang Shuling, who has held great power in his hands for several years and has dominated the lives of most people, is like a dead dog slumped in a pool of blood at this moment, and his eyes do not have the slightest light in his usual days, only a bleak sneer.

ridiculed the courtiers who were played with by him, ridiculed how many people bowed down under his power, and ridiculed himself for dying in the hands of a cold-blooded killer...

He was unwilling and desperate, angry and deeply powerless.

The attack was ruthless, decisive, and retreated with one blow, Bei Xuanwu glanced at Sikong Haoran in the shadow appreciatively, and without seeing the slightest movement from him, he appeared in front of Wei Yanjin's hand, and said in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Wei Yanjin's smooth body was all stained red with blood at the moment, his arms were on the ground, his head trembled and trembling, and there was a mocking mockery between his bright red lips and teeth, the blood blurred the hideous iris, and his miserable white face looked like a dying old man.

There was a tearing pain in the right shoulder, the heart had already exploded in the chest cavity under the destruction of the sword qi, and the Xuan veins and nerves were even more severed under the fierce sword qi, but these were far less than the pain of soul burning in the soul ocean.

His gums chattered, and a hoarse voice came from between his throats: "You... Finally... Be... That one... Killer organization?"

"Hehe!" Bei Xuanwu sneered: "Is it still necessary for a dying person to know this? I didn't want to torture you, but I saw those innocents who were killed by you..."

"Ahh

Wei Yanjin let out a terrible scream, his left shoulder was pierced by a sword qi, perhaps his voice was too noisy, Bei Xuanwu turned his fingers into a sword, and pointed at the void, and the sharp sword qi pierced his eyebrows in an instant.

"Let's go. Bei Xuanwu's voice was low, and he walked towards the door with his hands in his hands.

Sikong Haoran walked out of the shadows, and when he passed by Wei Yanjin's side, his languishing soul light cluster was swallowed by the soul refining ding in Sikong Haoran's soul ocean under an irresistible suction, and he sighed in his heart: "It's a pity!"

This is a pity because Wei Yanjin's soul was strangled by most of the Northern Xuanwu's fierce sword qi, and a sigh sounded in his heart again: "I wasted this excellent soul in vain, how many demonic beasts do I need to kill to make up for this loss." ”

"Huh?" Bei Xuanwu was shocked, Wei Yanjin's soul aura had completely disappeared, and the blow just now had scattered his soul at most, looking at the figure that appeared at a distance of one zhang from his side, thoughtfully.

"Platinum?540,000 gold?" A badge appeared in Sikong Haoran's palm, his killer level increased, and it was directly increased by two poles, and there was a lot more money in the badge.

A large part of the reason for Wei Yanjin's death was because of Northern Xuanwu, and Sikong Haoran just made up a knife at the end of his strong crossbow, which is nothing, it can be said that he picked up a big bargain. Besides, he has just joined the Qi Palace, so he doesn't need to cultivate so hard, although he has doubts in his heart, he can't find the reason for it for a while, but he doesn't take the things he sends for nothing.

"Wei Yanjin is the peak of the Sword Emperor's intermediate level, you and I work together to kill, and the task is also your credit. Looking at the dead wood dragon in his palm, the corners of Bei Xuanwu's mouth raised slightly: "There are still some fleas outside, go ahead." ”

Sikong Haoran bowed slightly, disappeared from the direction he came, and quickly dived into the dark night sky.

The Imperial Palace of the Dragon Empire.

In a magnificent study, a faint ink fragrance lingers in every corner, a man in a dark blue plain silk shirt is in front of the window, and in his left hand there is also a thick book, just standing there, without any momentum, people feel a king who wants to bow down and submit.

He is the lord of the Dragon Teng Empire, Long Tianze.

The eyes are like the stars of the vast sea, as if they can penetrate the night, and the direction they are looking at is precisely Shangshufu.

How could Qi Dian's actions escape his eyes, but he did not intervene, as if he was acquiescing, and as if he was borrowing a knife.

A black shadow silently appeared in the shadow in front of the window, and leaned over respectfully and said: "Lord of the country, there are some forces gathered in the imperial city, judging from the aura they exude, it is very likely that... General Xie Zhong's subordinates, do you want to stop it?"

Long Tianze's expression did not change in the slightest, and he said lightly: "What are the movements of Wei Yanjin's forces?"

The black shadow raised his head and said: "Yuan Zheng, Tong Liu, and Jian Scandium rushed to Shangshu Mansion as soon as they got the news, but they were blocked halfway, Tong Liu was killed, and Yuan Zheng and Jian Scandium were injured and retreated. ”

"And the people who stop them do not belong to any of the forces of the assassination and reconciliation of General Chong, and it can be seen from the fluctuations of the moves and Xuan Qi that they also belong to the army. ”

"Xuanwu Hou's subordinates include the three armies, and there are some powerful cultivators among them, they should have already gotten the news, or they have been lurking near the three's mansion before. ”

Long Tianze looked up at the mottled stars in the sky, was silent for a while, and his half-squinted eyes were dim: "Yuan Zheng and Jian Scandium, you execute them secretly, as long as General Xie Zhong is not too much, he doesn't have to care." ”

The black shadow's body squirmed slightly, and disappeared into the mottled night.

The wind was still cool, but mixed with a faint smell of blood.

Within a radius of a mile from Shangshu's Mansion, there were lurking people in black night clothes, these people were neat and disciplined, and their bodies exuded wisps of ferocity.

The sharp eyes looked straight ahead, and each hand held a long sword, once someone escaped from Shangshu Mansion, they would become their sword ghosts.

They really wanted to immediately storm Shangshu Mansion and kill Wei Yanjin, a traitorous villain full of evil, to avenge Xuanwu Hou, but under the strict order of Xuan Tao, they could only hold back the impulse in their hearts, because once their identities were exposed, their own lives would be small, and even the generals would be to blame for their deaths.

At this moment, a rapidly fleeing figure rushed in the direction where they were, only to see that he looked terrified, eager to grow an extra pair of wings and break free from this human purgatory.

"Wei Xian, the thirteenth son of Wei Yanjin, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for your usual arrogance and domineering, and leave it to me. An iron-blooded man beside Broken Tao pulled out his long sword, and his figure instantly went from far to near, as fast as if he had walked out of a crack in the void.

A pale sword flash flashed in Wei Xian's frightened eyes, and he saw the entire night spinning differently in his vision, several blood fountains spraying into the air, and the familiar body still maintained the original direction of escape and rushed away, and finally fell weakly in a pool of blood.

"Phew, dog, dirty Lao Tzu's sword. The iron-blooded man spat at Wei Xian's corpse, and then dodged away.

Closing his gaze to Shangshu Mansion, ghosts of the night wandered around all corners of the courtyard, and under the darkness, the people who were still recalcitrant were shattered into a bloody mist under the strange assassination.

The swordsmen who were supported by Wei Yanjin with a lot of money were all injured at this moment, and they had already retreated, but the previous words were not disrespectful, and the scars left on the body of the Qi Hall killer could not be easily uncovered with a single sentence.

When they are in a dilemma, they can only fight their way out.

The eight black shadows scattered on the eaves were already soaked with blood, and beads of blood fell into the air from the edges of their cuffs, and they looked like red-eyed demons.

Once the demon's fangs are opened, the prey will not die, and the fangs will not rest.

The eight black shadows bowed slightly, without giving them any respite, and attacked towards the vital points of these swordsmen again.

The vicious battle began, and the formation was not only a one-sided slaughter, but also at a very fast speed, like a sharp arrow piercing the sky, frantically piercing the heart of every "lackey".

A middle-aged man who was covered in blood and wheezing violently glanced around vigilantly, his name was Yan Fu, the junior of the Sword Emperor, and he was a vicious bounty hunter before entering the Shangshu Mansion.

He scanned his surroundings as he slowly stepped back.

A breeze blew, Yan Fu turned his head quickly, and the Sword Emperor's qi overflowed, but he didn't find any ghost figure, and he was fierce in his heart: "This group of ghostly butchers!"

"Ahh

At the moment when his words fell, the hairs on his whole body stood on end, and there was a sharp pain like tearing in the sea of souls, as if he had been pierced by thousands of silver needles at the same time, his blood-colored eyeballs bulged, his green tendons bulged, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the black shadow that appeared in front of him.

There was no blood spilled, no wails of pain, and the figure was wiped out under the sword.

"Whew!"

The dagger pierced the back of Yan Fu's heart, and a dull whisper sounded in his chest, as if his heart was torn apart under the fierce sword aura, and his blood-colored eyes suddenly widened by several points, and even the corners of his eyes were torn out a hideous blood mark.

Under the power and will of despair, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a pair of emotionless eyes, he wanted to fight back, but... The stinging pain in the soul was even more violent, and the facial features showed extremely terrifying spasms.

"Ahh Uhh

Yan Fu was crying bitterly, and the cry was not so much the passage of life, but the fear and despair of the soul leaving the body.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he didn't have any time to think about it at the moment, why did the black shadow that had already been slashed still appear behind him, he wanted to struggle to break free, but found that his vision was getting blurred more and more.

"Boom!"

A violent roar slammed into his skull, and Yanfu's violently struggling soul disappeared into the depths of a golden dome in the brilliant golden light.

Sikong Haoran pulled out the dead wood dragon groan, and the lifeless corpse of Yan floated and fell heavily in a pool of cold blood.

His arm hung down slowly, and he didn't look back at it, as if he had just slaughtered a rat that had fled in panic.

This series of processes takes place in just two breaths.

Yanfu in his heyday, Sikong Haoran will never be so easy to defeat him, even if he assassinates, he needs to be fully prepared. But in a state of fear and injury, under the double attack of the wind and cloud shadow body and soul, he gave him a surprise and a fatal blow.

Sikong Haoran's eyebrows were cold, because there were two killing machines behind him that locked him tightly!

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