The archer died with a slight shock to his skull and fell to his knees.

At the moment when he knelt on the ground, Ziyun's figure appeared beside him.

"Anyone who comes to kill me can be killed, Sword Pavilion kills people, when are you worried about your so-called state affairs?"

The man who was ethereal and dusty was not stained with the slightest blood, but he stood next to the body of the archer of the border army, giving people the feeling of a real demon god.

He calmly looked at the voice of the elderly official of the military department and replied.

It was only at this point that a palpitating sneer appeared on his face.

"Sword Pavilion?"

"He's ......"

A horrified exclamation rang out.

He broke out of the courtyard, his body was faster than everyone could have imagined, but he didn't know how many forces were coming towards him in the city, and at this time, there were at least dozens of strong people in the area hundreds of zhang away from him. Originally, the true yuan on these strong people was agitated, and their essence was like a pillar that went straight to the sky, but when they heard his voice, these people were all cold and their emotions were agitated.

When the elderly official heard his response, his face was even paler as snow, and he only felt that the sky had fallen.

Of course, he had now guessed that this man was the true true disciple of He Xiu, but he now called himself Sword Pavilion, and now when it came to Sword Pavilion, everyone in the Southern Dynasty would naturally be associated with Lin Yi.

If he was just a disciple of He Cultivation, then Lin Yi's Sword Pavilion and the Emperor might still have a chance to ease, but now that he said this, he obviously tied Lin Yi and him together.

He is Lin Yi's senior brother, and it seems that he directly took the idea for Lin Yi, or rather, he is sure that Lin Yi will make the same choice as him.

It's just that his choice is something that many people can't afford at all.

And his words also reminded everyone present of He Xiuxing and Sword Pavilion back then.

When He Xiu practiced killing people back then, He Zeng would think about what the overall situation was important, and He Zeng would think about what the consequences would be after killing this person.

This person came to kill me, then I killed it, what other reason do I need?

If you want to kill me, you will have to bear the consequences of being killed by me.

He said this in response to the elderly official, but also to all those present.

"You can't kill me, the Demon Sect is also here, let you kill me, but your emperor wants to use your life to give him more power. ”

And then he really said it to everyone.

Today, he was in Jiankang City, and I don't know how many cultivators and troops would come to besiege him, but when he said, "You can't kill me," none of the people who heard this thought it was ridiculous.

The elderly official closed his eyes in pain.

He heard the word "emperor", not "queen mother".

This means that in the eyes of this man, it makes no difference.

In the near future, Sword Pavilion will think so, and Lin Yi will think so.

And he and the countless people in the court who don't want to see such a thing happen, are powerless to refute at all.

Because he himself knew very well that without the emperor's consent, if it were not for the emperor's large number of secret edicts, it would be impossible for so many strong people of the border army to be present today.

The Demon Sect was still standing by the collapsed courtyard wall, and when he listened to Ziyun's words, his complexion did not change at all, nor did he make any movements.

He just waited quietly and watched quietly.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, if you are as powerful as you boast about, why didn't you help He Xiu kill Shen Yue back then, but sit back and watch He Xiu kill the deserted garden?"

A loud roar rang out, and an armored general rose into the air and rushed directly towards the man standing beside the archer's corpse.

In any dynasty, there are loyal ministers and good generals who are absolutely loyal to the king, who only know how to follow the king's orders, and have no fear of life and death. This armored general knew that he could not be the opponent of He Xiu, a true disciple, but he still rushed out, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Rumble!

This armored general felt that he was going to die, he only needed to send his strongest blow, and at the moment when he rushed out of the sky, the true yuan and qi and blood in his body boiled violently, and a blood-like vitality was wrapped outside his armor, like a blood-colored river churning outside his body, and under the impact of the qi waves, the houses under him along the way were shattered.

His momentum was terrifying, he was unstoppable, he was holding a black spear in his hand, under his swing, the true yuan on this spear surged, and the three spears were like three black dragons rushing towards Ziyun.

However, he never thought that before his gun arrived, he had already lost the trace of the other party in front of his eyes.

With a blow that burst out of all his power, he completely fell into the void.

The three spears slammed into the place where Ziyun was standing, and the place where he was several feet away was swept away, and the archer's body was instead stirred up by his strength, and it was shattered.

This armored general exceeded his true yuan, and blood spurted from his mouth.

To the east, a loud roar had already sounded.

A puff of red energy exploded, and countless rampaging vitality instantly formed a red mist, which was not real.

A red-robed cultivator fell on his back, he couldn't believe that he didn't even have the ability to fight back, and the moment he fell to die, his eyes were still looking at his sunken chest in disbelief.

Bang!bang!bang......

A series of terrifying air roars, and an archer in light armor flew backwards sharply, and he fired seven arrows in front of him in a breath.

The seven cyan arrows continued to suck in the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, and in front of him, it was as if a cyan jungle was being generated.

He couldn't perceive the other party's specific position at all, but when the other party killed the red-robed cultivator, he keenly grasped the opponent's route, and at this time, he only wanted to be able to stop the other party for a moment.

His judgment was not wrong, Ziyun was in the area shrouded in the seven arrow lights.

However, these seven arrows did not hinder him at all, the bowstring in the archer's hand was still vibrating, but Ziyun's body had already passed through the cyan jungle and arrived in front of him.

Ziyun's right hand landed on his bow.

This archer was so frightened that even his hair exploded, and the true yuan in his body surged wildly, and he subconsciously wanted to fight, but with a soft click, his hands were directly broken.

The longbow fell into Ziyun's hands.

With a bang, a footprint appeared on the archer's chest, and his body flew out like a crumbling stone.

At the same time, Ziyun pulled the bow and shot an arrow farther east behind the archer.

The arrow was drawn from the archer man's quiver, but the moment it turned into an arrow, the arrow disintegrated into countless tiny particles.

A terrifying qi machine drew a dazzling arc in the sky of Jiankang, and crashed towards a canopy boat that stayed on the edge of a river in the east.