The capital of the Dragon Empire.

The lights of thousands of homes are shining, the evening breeze is blowing willows, and the stars and moon are dappled.

A mansion is like a lonely lamp in the dark night, even if it is very weak, it can still make people find the way forward through the hazy darkness.

The courtyard was pitch black, and through the mottled starlight, a slightly haggard figure could be seen standing quietly in front of the window, with a layer of haze shrouded between the eyebrows, and a long-lasting mourning.

Xie Zhong, the Dragon Empire is in peace, the primary realm of the Sword Emperor, and the Xuanwu is the friend of He Hong's life and death.

Watching his old friends slaughter all over the house, he tried his best not to leave even his last trace of blood, so that this veteran who crisscrossed the battlefield was furious, and the others were afraid of Wei Yanjin's power, even if he exhausted the last soldier, he would have let the Shangshu Mansion bleed like a river, if it weren't for the military generals who were desperate to stop each other and persuade each other, he would have led his troops to level the Shangshu Mansion.

A middle-aged man wearing heavy armor and a strong aura appeared behind him, leaned over respectfully and said, "General, they will act tonight." ”

"Very good," the two words are very light, but murderous, the dark night sky seems to be gathered and dispersed under these two words, and he stands with his hands on his shoulders, his eyebrows are cold: "Broken Tao, how many years have you been with me?"

"Eighteen years. "There is no hesitation, only the respect and worship that comes from the heart.

Broken Tao, who has been by Xie Zhong's side since he can remember, has followed him on the battlefield over the years, made countless meritorious contributions, and has long regarded him as his father.

"It's too late for you to regret it now!" As soon as Xie Zhong's words fell, he heard a kneeling voice in the darkness sounding heavily: "My subordinates are willing to go to the soup for the general, and they will not give up." ”

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and it didn't take long for Xie Zhong to slowly turn around, pick up Broken Tao, and pat him on the shoulder: "General He can't die in vain, since the country lord Long Tianze has concerns, then let's make this blood blade!"

"Remember, you can't let others know your identity, and no one will be left behind who escapes from Shangshu Mansion! I want Wei Yanjin, a courtier and thief, to accompany General He for the funeral!"

"The general is reassured. Broken Tao's eyes narrowed suddenly, even in the dark of the night, he could still see the cold glow that flickered in the depths of his pupils.

The quiet night covered the entire sky, and patches of hazy clouds moved slowly under the shadow of the moon.

On the rooftops, in the deep alleys, in the shadows, there were black spots that flashed from time to time, and they were like the darlings of the night, without causing a single fluctuation of mystical energy, the undulation of a wisp of air, or a slight collision.

Only in the dark night, the long-dormant insect chirp sings and sings from time to time, and a pair of mosquitoes and flies as thin as cicada wings are looking around for tonight's dinner.

A faint white mist seemed to rise in the air, and the mottled stars and moon were sprinkled through the mist on a magnificent mansion of more than 300 zhang in length and width, and the plaque hung high with three gilt characters, Shangshu Mansion.

In front of the Shangshu Mansion stood a guard with a long sword, and their bodies were blooming with a strong evil aura, and at first glance they were battle-hardened warriors.

"Stompping... Stompe..."

In the courtyard of the mansion, in all directions, there are teams of guards with long swords, each team has a total of seven people, and their bodies are also surrounded by a scattered evil aura, and every six breaths there will be a team of guards staggered past each other.

Shangshufu can be described as a well-guarded, unbreakable cage, even a mosquito will not escape from their sharp blades.

This is Wei Yanjin's mansion, as a second-grade member of the Dragon Teng Empire, in addition to holding heavy power, he is also a lustful person.

This palatial mansion is divided into dozens of large and small courtyards, among which live the stunning beauties of the three states of the Western Regions.

In the shadows, there seemed to be a black shadow slowly wriggling, and the dagger hidden under the black night robe blended perfectly with the whole night.

The sound of many people moving in his ears continued to sound, and the black shadow was unmoved, just the cold in the depths of his pupils and the sinister smile outlined at the corners of his mouth, just like a ferocious jackal with its bloodthirsty fangs open.

The guards passed in front of him, and the thick aura did not startle the strands of his clothes, and as they passed, the ghosts melted into the shadows.

"Boom... Boom..."

A beautifully dressed woman with a thousand manners stopped in front of the door of a courtyard and gently knocked on the door.

She has long been accustomed to the sound of multi-person movements, without the slightest restraint and unnaturalness, because she was also one of them.

"What's the matter?" the beautiful woman waited for a long time before she let out an angry rebuke, as if she was dissatisfied with her disturbing her Yaxing.

There is an unwritten rule in Shangshufu that if she is not summoned, or if there is no other important matter, she must not disturb without permission, even if she is the first lady of Shangshufu.

The beautiful woman bowed slightly and said: "Master, a quarter of an hour ago, Lord Tang sent a message, saying that some people in the court and China will make big moves in the past few days, and you should be very careful, the concubine does not dare to slack off, so as not to put the master in a dangerous situation." ”

She stood in front of the door of the courtyard, very worried in her heart, and there seemed to be a bad premonition in her heart, as if a big move was about to strike!

She can be said to be clear about what Wei Yanjin has done secretly in the past few years, especially the death of Xuanwu Hou He Hong two months ago, the He family was slaughtered, and everyone knew about it, and everyone in the court complained about it.

Although the matter has been suppressed, people have tried their word, and they are afraid of their power, but the forces of Xuanwu Hou are intertwined, and there are not a few people who are loyal and friendly, and it is inevitable that they will be in trouble at some time.

The room was still moaning and laughing, and after about a quarter of an hour, an impatient voice came out of the crack in the door again: "The whole Gusu, who dares to touch me Wei Yanjin!"

Her body trembled slightly, her face changed sharply, and a terrifying momentum rushed towards her.

In the corner that the beautiful woman didn't see, the cold light was refracted in those gloomy eyes. As his power rose and his strength increased, he became more and more unscrupulous.

The beautiful woman pursed her lips lightly, looking at the guards passing by, her heart seemed to be a lot more relieved, just as she was about to leave, the door suddenly opened, and an irresistible force swept her into it and joined a multi-person sports meeting. Spanning more than 300 zhang of Shangshu Mansion, with the disappearance of the first team of sanitary machines, the same bloody scenes were staged in various courtyards one after another.

They are swift and deadly, without hesitation, apparently specially trained, experienced, cold-blooded, and ruthless, and will never have a single human life on their hands.

The fallen guard looked in horror at the last blurred bright moon in his life, his shrunken pupils, and his frightened soul completely stepped on the path of reincarnation at the moment when he was dragged into the darkness.

"Do you smell blood!" As soon as the guard at the head spoke, a cold light flashed in his pupils, and the companions behind him also stepped into the footsteps.

The black-clothed men were elusive, they waved the blood blades in their hands, and wiped them towards the necks of those guards with slightly frowning eyebrows, and the slight tearing sound echoed in the square inch space, through the mottled stars and moons, the flashing cold blades did not drip blood, making the whole night even more deadly silent.

In just ten breaths, none of the guards in a radius of more than 300 zhang survived.

The blood flowed silently in the darkness, the rich blood slowly rose from the ground, and a gust of evening wind blew, and the smell of blood was like a blooming rose, which was soul-stirring.

The red mist filled with the wind, and the mottled stars and moon brilliance were also dyed with a hazy blood color, becoming more enchanting.

Ghostly shadows flickered from time to time on the beams, under the eaves, and in the shadows of the courtyards, and the closed doors were gently opened, and those who were asleep, except for the old and weak women and children who were stunned, everyone else sealed their throats with a sword.

In the darkness, two figures, one tall and one short, passed through many obstacles and stepped into the scene of the sports meeting.

Where you can see it, the jade body is horizontal.

These two figures are Bei Xuanwu and Sikong Haoran.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Sikong Haoran was unmoved, because when he entered this courtyard, the soul power of the Pseudo-Heaven Realm had already sensed the beautiful picture.

The arrival of the two did not bring any disturbance to the sports meeting, the vigorous men were still sweating, and the cheerleaders next to them were also shouting and cheering.

Sikong Haoran looked at the rapidly rhythmic figure, and he knew that this person was Wei Yanjin, who was full of evil in the intelligence.

The moment I saw the information, there were only two words in my heart, and that was damned!

There was anger in his heart, but he hid it in the deepest part of the soul sea.

The sports meeting seemed to have reached the most critical moment, Wei Yanjin roared, and his back bent.

It was at this moment that Northern Xuanwu launched the most lethal blow.

Wei Yanjin's soul ocean suddenly gave birth to a violent death alarm, and as soon as the thought of counterattacking appeared, the black shadow had already arrived behind him, and under the threat of death, the fatal point was forcibly deviated by him by an inch.

"Poof!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of Wei Yanjin's mouth, exploding a large shocking blood mist in the air.

Everywhere he passed, all the obstacles turned into debris, his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears spilled blood wildly, and his right shoulder bone shattered under the domineering aura, and then pierced the flesh and flesh, cut through the air, and splattered on the ruins of this courtyard.

Then the whole person fell straight down from the air and fell heavily to the ground.

The cheerleaders of the sports meeting were so frightened that they were all scared, screaming and piercing the sky, they were like panicked little white rabbits, trembling and trembling to find clothes to cover their bodies and about to flee, and Sikong Haoran, who was hidden in the dark, would not give them this opportunity.

The soul power of the Pseudo-Heaven Realm conjured up pitch-black soul needles, and in an instant, they escaped into their fragile soul ocean, and the world in front of them was blurred, and then they fell to the cold floor.

The woman's scream is comparable to a tsunami in any time and space, and the swordsmen in the other courtyards who were subdued by Wei Yanjin with a lot of money woke up one after another, and just wanted to come to the rescue, they were blocked by the black-clothed man who appeared.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

"Poof!"

The moment he landed, Wei Yanjin spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and a tearing pain came from the internal organs in his body, looking at the black-clothed man who appeared in front of him, he said in horror: "Star-level killer?"

Bei Xuanwu slowly walked out of the darkness, his eyes squinted at Wei Yanjin who was paralyzed and vomiting blood, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, only a calm and soul-like coldness: "I thought it would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable, but... Killing you is not in vain for me to take this trip. ”

Wei Yanjin, the peak of the middle level of the Sword Emperor, although he has been addicted to wine and power over the years, and his cultivation has not been wasted, but when he encounters Northern Xuanwu, one of the four elephants of the Qi Palace, the half-step Sword Saint is the strongest, and he has no power to fight back.

Lord Tang just came with the news, saying that someone would make a big move in the past few days, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly, so fast that he was a little caught off guard.

Who dares to touch me Wei Yanjin, what a ridiculous joke, like a slap on his bloodless cheek.

"Do you know who I am, and what a heavy price I will pay for assassinating the second-grade master of the Dragon Teng Empire!" Wei Yanjin is worthy of being a powerful Shang Shuling, and wants to use his identity to scare away the black shadow that brought him a death threat: "Is it that old man who sent you to kill me, how much commission he gives you, I will increase it tenfold." ”

"Oh?" As soon as a sneer came out of his long tone, a purple gold sword stabbed towards the face of the Northern Xuanwu.

Wei Yanjin slapped the ground and fled in the opposite direction quickly, but as soon as he turned around, his gray body arched into a small shrimp and slammed into the beams and pillars of the house.

Playing tricks in front of the half-step Sword Saint Supreme is tantamount to digging one's own grave.

"Click!"

A series of criss-crossing cracks ran through the entire beams and pillars of the house, a ghostly figure flickered, the dagger pierced through the back of his heart, and then the overflowing sword qi swept through the internal organs in his body like the furious waves of the sea, this figure was Sikong Haoran hidden in the shadow of the beam.

This kick made Wei Yanjin lose all his defenses, removing most of his life, and the direction of the kick seemed to be deliberate, Bei Xuanwu's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and a surprise sounded in his heart: "Dead Wood Dragon Yin!"

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