The library pavilion is full of books, and I don't know how many books there are. In the night, it closed the door of the pavilion, only the light in the paper window came out, only to see two shadows reflected on the paper window, the figures were flying, the candles were flickering, and after a while, the originally bright library fell into the incomparable darkness, and there was no light to see.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound, and in the darkness, Zhao Zhijing stabbed out with a sword, and the sunflower ancestor dressed in black showed a ray of cold light between his blue and black fingers, and his slender two fingers actually pinched an embroidery needle tightly.

This embroidery needle, in his hand like a giant cone weighing a thousand catties, he was extremely fast, but at this moment it was abnormal, pinching the two fingers of the embroidery needle and slowly handing it out. In Zhao Zhijing's eyes, it was not a small embroidery needle, but a mountain, falling from the sky, which could be described as unstoppable and crushing everything.

Zhao Zhijing in the dark night knew that he had no time to dodge at this time, and the light long sword in his hand slowly stabbed out, and suddenly the stars shone, and a sword qi came out of thin air, like a galaxy, and the big stars in the galaxy were sword pills condensed by true qi.

Zhao Zhijing showed a smile on his face, and said slowly: "The predecessors are really good, and they can use the embroidery needle to use the destructive power of a giant cone, which is very light, but the embroidery needle is always an embroidery needle, not a giant cone." The seniors are always eunuchs, not a complete man, and today I think about it will leave intact, as for the seniors, please rest in peace!"

Zhao Zhijing's mouth was full of honorific titles for his predecessors, but there was no trace of respect in his language, and he was full of contempt for Sunflower Ancestor. He was deeply respected, but he was insulted like Zhao Zhijing, how could he not be angry.

In this magnificent palace, although he is already an ancient age and is not serving the living of the emperor's concubines, as long as there are people in this palace who know his existence, there is no trace of disrespect for him, even the reigning Emperor of the Song Court at this time must be honored as an ancestor.

was insulted by Zhao Zhijing like this today, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, only to see that his baby-like face did not have the innocence of a baby, and some were full of cruelty.

"The kid is arrogant, looking for death!" only heard his shout, and the embroidery needle in his hand fell quickly, like a star falling, and at a glance, he was going to kill Zhao Zhijing in his hand.

Zhao Zhijing's long sword was slashed horizontally, the sword qi was agitated, and he didn't forget to say in his mouth: "Arrogance? It's just that I don't know who is arrogant, see if you can catch my sword!"

The embroidery needle pierced, and there was a scream in the air, as if a giant cone had torn through the air, and the long sword was steady, but it was light. The long sword and the thin needle collided and clanged.

Zhao Zhijing's hand gripping the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and a huge force came from the long sword, mixed with a yin internal force. That was the internal force of the black-clothed eunuch, and in the power of the extreme yin, Zhao Zhijing felt a scorching heat, Zhao Zhijing's thoughts shook, and he suddenly thought of the famous "Sunflower Treasure Book" in later generations.

Suddenly, the true qi in the body operated, and the true qi of the yin damage was rolled up, and the pure true qi of the ruins in the dantian flowed, turning into a great grinding mill of destruction, and the wisp of yin and loss of qi was wiped out, which was Zhao Zhijing's application of yin and yang in "The Great Shift of Qiankun", which was called "Yin and Yang Grinding".

At this time, a trace of happiness flashed in Zhao Zhijing's heart, if he hadn't made some progress and comprehended the wonder of yin and yang, he would have been planted in this yin and damaged true qi today.

Zhao Zhijing stabbed with his long sword, and said: "The internal force of good yin damage is really the practice of eunuch cultivation, yin damage and viciousness, and there is no trace of everyone's anger." It's just that I don't know which person is yin and created such a yin and vicious exercise, which is really insulting to my Chinese style!"

The sunflower ancestor in black, with a proud face, opened his mouth and shouted: "You don't have to refer to Sang and scold Huai, it is the "Sunflower Treasure Book" I created, this is the way of heaven and man's incarnation, it is the Taoist reason, how can you say that yin damage, is that you kid does not understand Taoist metaphysics." ”

Zhao Zhijing's long sword is in his hand, his figure flickering, sometimes dexterous and fast, sometimes heavy and slow, which can be described as a deep reason for lifting lightly and lightly.

In the dark night, Zhao Zhijing turned around and opened a sword, the sword light shone, like a purple dragon, with its head and claws, baring its teeth, and roaring, and the sword qi was agitated, leaving a sword mark of different shades and sizes on the ground and the bookshelf.

Sunflower Ancestor, a needle pricked out, like a pillar of heaven toppling, unstoppable. The sword qi dragon was extinguished, and a long purple roar seemed to be unwilling to dissipate. The cold light of the fine needle swayed, and the embroidery needle cast by ordinary pig iron was a little harder than the dark iron under the infusion of the true qi of the sunflower ancestor.

"Ding!" The crisp sound sounded in his ears, the long sword stabbed out, and the thin needle pointed straight at it, the two collided in the dark, and a huge force came from the long sword, and Zhao Zhijing's body trembled slightly. The sunflower ancestor at one end felt that the embroidery needle in his hand was like stabbing cotton, without the slightest force to block it, and a trace of strangeness flashed on his face, and he already knew that he had been fooled in his heart.

Zhao Zhijing drew his sword and took off, and with the help of the power of the Sunflower Ancestor, the figure quickly retreated, and did not forget to speak: "Thank you seniors for sending you, the seniors' heads are stored on the neck you said, and I will come to fetch them in the future." ”

The words fell, and then saw that the figure had come to the pavilion door, the Purple Emperor sword slashed out in the air, the sword qi was agitated, and the huge wooden door that was Xu Gao was split into several sections at this moment, and collapsed violently, and Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, was not stained with any stains on his robe. At the moment when the pavilion door collapsed, the figure had turned into a white arrow, as if it was off the string, and it was speeding away.

The sound of the library pavilion had already alarmed the guards in the imperial city, and when he saw Zhao Zhijing's rapid figure, his face suddenly showed a trace of sluggishness, but then the Sunflower Ancestor shouted: "Stop the escapee, don't let him leave here." ”

Guards with knives and guns. It is worthy of being the elite in the imperial city, and it reacted quickly. The spear in his hand stabbed at Zhao Zhijing without hesitation.

Zhao Zhijing, who was moving forward at a high speed, showed a sneer on his face, he dared to stop me, he simply didn't know whether he was alive or dead, since this is the case, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword. I saw Zhao Zhijing slash horizontally with a sword, the sword qi spread like a rainbow, and the three guards in armor who stabbed out the spears in front of him showed a trace of horror on their faces.

Zhao Zhijing's sleeves flew, and the true qi poured into it like an iron curtain, and a roll of three spears shining with cold light had already fallen into Zhao Zhijing's hands, and with a flick of his hand, the spears flew out, like stray arrows, and three people were pierced by the spears, with a trace of horror and distrust on their faces, and they fell in a nightmare.

Looking at the first three people again, in their frightened eyes, their hands clenched their necks, but they still couldn't stop the blood gushing out, and the blood flew and rustled, like an autumn wind blowing in the fallen leaves, and slowly fell. (To be continued.) )