The sound of the horn suddenly resounded in the night sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The whole capital seemed to tremble at the sound of the trumpet, and no one was not afraid, and no one was not evading.

For with the sound of the trumpet, the army came.

It was the garrison of Zhongdu, the most elite army of the Great Jin Dynasty.

These soldiers were very different from the guards of the palace, hundreds of them were neatly arranged in a boxy line on the wall, except for the slightest breathing and panting, there was no whispering or the sound of weapons clashing.

Under absolute discipline, the soldiers have reined in all their emotions and have become humanoid weapons that only know how to kill. When these elite soldiers gathered together, the evil spirit immediately rose to the sky, giving people an incomparable deterrent power.

In the face of the overwhelming strength of the army, Qiu Chuji knew that he no longer had any possibility of resistance, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. At this time, Qiu Chuji actually had no hope of survival, but his fighting spirit never gave in, even if he died, he had to fight to the last breath.

Qiu Chuji was ruthless, and the besieging guards were immediately injured by him, but at this time, no one was frightened by his sudden attack, because everyone could see that this Taoist priest was already a trapped beast, and he had lost his sharpness, and he couldn't last long.

The general who led the army saw the situation in the courtyard and knew that the situation was under control, and after arranging for the soldiers to be on guard, he entered the flower hall to report to Gu Xiaoxian.

"Lord Wang, two thousand elite soldiers have arrived in the palace. ”

"Stand still. ”

When Gu Xiaoxian saw the arrival of the army, he no longer had any scruples in his heart, and his majestic posture became higher and higher: "This king will watch the show for a while." ”

No matter how powerful Qiu Chuji is, he can't break through the encirclement of so many elite soldiers.

Failure is the inevitable end of this stubborn Taoist priest.

But will he finally give in?

Gu Xiaoxian wanted to know the answer.

On the table in the small courtyard, the incense was already half burning. There were a few more different-looking people in the courtyard.

The first one was dressed in a red robe and was extremely burly, but the exotic peaked monk's hat on his head indicated that he was a mysterious Tibetan lama. After the lama, three strong men dressed as martial artists came in a row, and each of them was fierce and vicious, and their faces were sideways. Behind the three evil men was an old man with a crane hair and a childish face, this old man looked very old at a glance, but he couldn't find the slightest wrinkle on his face, I don't know how he maintained it, his face was really ruddy and shiny, and his face was radiant.

Walking at the end of this group of people is a handsome boy, he looks much more normal than the previous weirdos, but his face always shows an evil spirit, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a good person.

Qiu is well-informed, and when he sees the strange appearance of these people, he guesses their origins.

Those three murderers should be the famous 'Thousand Hands Man Tu' Peng Lianhu in the green forest, the 'Ghost Gate Dragon King' Sha Tongtian and the 'Three-headed Jiao' Hou Tonghai.

Each of these three people is the leader of a village and a gang, with extraordinary martial arts and extraordinary power, and they are all big names who dominate one side. Over the years, I haven't heard much about these underworld heroes on the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect them to take refuge in the palace.

And the white-haired and childlike old man, Qiu Chuji has also heard rumors about him, this old man is a generation of grandmasters outside the Guan, known as Liang Ziweng of the 'Samzhi Old Immortal'. Legend has it that he possesses strange arts, martial arts is a must, and the art of alchemy is a must. It is also a role that should not be underestimated.

As for the red-clothed lama should be a master of Tibetan Tantra, the last brother Gongzi, although Qiu Chuji can't see his origin, but this Gongzi brother and the lama are mixed with these famous people, one starts, one finale, it is not difficult to guess that they are not easy to mess with.

As the most famous figure among the seven sons of Megatron, Qiu Chuji is naturally not an ordinary person, but after all, two fists are invincible to four hands. Usually he is sure of victory in the face of any of these murderers, and he is not afraid of these two murderers together, but if the three of them are together, it will be difficult for him to win.

Now that the six of these murderers are out together, it is even more difficult for Qiu Chuji to escape.

Hou Tonghai is a straight man, and as soon as he entered the small courtyard, he shouted: "Hey, what's the situation, it's such a big battle." ”

Sha Tongtian is Hou Tonghai's senior brother, and after snorting, he said coldly: "Isn't this obvious, someone actually wants to assassinate the prince." ”

"Assassinate the prince, how can you pay it back?"

Hou Tonghai exclaimed and shouted, "Who is so bold?"

Although Peng Lianhu was thin, his voice was loud, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he stared at a few Taoist priests in the field for a moment, and then he had an answer: "Look at the martial arts of this Taoist priest, it must be from the Quanzhen School, but his martial arts are so strong, he is by no means an ordinary person, he should be a master among the seven sons of Quanzhen." ”

The person dressed as a beautiful son is called Ouyang Ke, and his martial arts are by no means inferior to anyone on the spot, and his uncle is even more superb, far surpassing the others. Because his uncle had a lot of grudges with the Quanzhen Sect, Ouyang Ke was naturally extremely familiar with the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect.

The enemy was in front of him, Ouyang Ke couldn't hold back and was about to make a move, but when he walked in, he found that the Taoist priest who was besieged by soldiers in the field was already sweating, his whole body was weak, and even his movements became soft and soft, as if he was about to run out of oil and dry up.

Before he could make a move, the enemy was about to fall.

Ouyang Ke couldn't help but feel a little lost, and sighed lightly: "No matter how powerful the master is, now he is just a trapped beast in a cage, you better see the prince first, don't let the prince wait." ”

Liang Ziweng nodded, and then said, "What Ouyang Gongzi said is that let's go see the prince first." ”

So several people walked towards the flower hall together, and when they passed by the Qiu Chuji, they were stopped by the captain of the guards.

The captain of the guards saw that the time for a stick of incense was approaching, but the guards he was looking for still couldn't suppress the Qiu Zhiji, and the prince's order was not a joke. If he really can't get off the hill within the time limit, he will definitely die.

At the moment of life and death, the captain of the guard had nothing to do, and when he was at a loss, he happened to see the six masters of the palace coming, and he was suddenly as surprised as if he had seen a savior. He hurriedly begged these masters to help him and capture the mound of the dead.

After listening to the request of the captain of the guards, Hou Tonghai was real, and agreed to his request without thinking about it, and said: "I was courteous to the old prince, but I didn't protect the old prince, this is already shameless, if I can't catch this assassin for the little prince, what face do I have to stay in the palace?"

The other murderers originally wanted to meet the prince first, but when they heard Hou Tonghai say this, they immediately thought that these days, the prince and the little prince were stabbed one after another, and they suddenly felt that their faces were dull, and they glanced at each other and exchanged slightly. So they decided together to take down this Taoist priest first.

"I'll come first. ”

The red-clothed lama let out a loud shout, spread his legs, and strode towards the hill, and when the soldiers saw him coming, they all got out of the way.

Qiu Chuji saw that the guards besieging him suddenly dispersed, ushering in an imposing lama, his heart sank, and he immediately understood that the good hand of the palace had arrived, this master was not comparable to ordinary soldiers, and the strong enemy was in front, Qiu Chuji immediately shook his spirit, raised his long sword again, and was ready to attack:

"Who's coming?"

Qiu Chuji's words, the red-clothed lama didn't answer, Qiu Chuji's sword, the red-clothed lama didn't pay attention, he stepped on heavy steps, walked in front of Qiu Chuji, waved his hand, it was a powerful and heavy handprint.

I saw the lama's palm waving in the air, and before it fell, it had raised a vigorous palm wind, and Qiu Chu's breath was suffocated, and he suddenly felt the strong strength in the palm wind, and he couldn't breathe.

What a domineering big handprint.

Don't fight hard.

Qiu hurriedly swung his sword and slashed at the body of the red-clothed lama, and came to surround Wei to save Zhao. Who knew that this lama was extremely brave, and when he saw a sword stabbing in his chest, he didn't avoid it, but instead aroused his ferocity, and the big handprint swelled in the air in an instant, and he continued to shoot towards Qiu Chuji in a desperate manner.

Qiu Chuji glanced at the big handprint of the red-clothed lama, and the palm of the hand suddenly swelled, and the green tendons were exposed, as if it contained too much evil power at once, and it became hideous and terrifying. His own sword slashed at the red-clothed lama, of course, he was able to pierce the lama's body. But he had absolutely no confidence that he would be able to stop this terrible big handprint.

It's really not worth it to play with a lose-lose style.

Qiu Chuji didn't want to fight hard with the lama, so he could only retreat again and again.

The Great Mudra of the Master of Wisdom was powerful and unstoppable, but his pace was far less agile than Qiu's agility, and they fought one by one, fleeing the other, and fought each other for a while, still without a victory.

All present are first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and they naturally have insight into the battle situation in front of them.

Although Qiu Chuji was at the end of his crossbow and retreated under the Great Mudra of the Master of Wisdom, his true internal strength still seemed to have incredible resilience, and his internal strength was always endless, and there was no time to exhaust it.

"The Venerable Master Lingzhi is really amazing in martial arts, and I admire him. It's just that you friends can't let the prince wait too long, so let the younger brother help the master and solve the assassin as soon as possible. ”

The person who spoke was Peng Lianhu, who was nicknamed the Thousand Hands Man Tu, and he had so much experience in killing people, he could see at a glance that if the Lingzhi Venerable Master and Qiu Chuji continued to fight, he didn't know how long this battle would drag on.

But since he and the others are here, if they are still traitors who can't take the assassination for a long time, wouldn't it seem that these people are very incompetent?

After Peng Lianhu decided to intervene, he no longer had any scruples about the rules of fighting alone, and picked up a stone from the ground.

I only heard him shout, and the sound was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, deafening. Then reach out and pat it. The stone shattered under stress and turned into countless small stones.

Qiu Chuji heard the shouting, turned his head to look, and when he saw Peng Lianhu's ability to shoot stones and shatter, he exclaimed in his heart, the palm power of this thousand-handed human slaughter is not under the red-clothed lama, and he is a fierce opponent.

Peng Lianhu saw Qiu looking at him, he smiled slightly, and raised his hand casually.

In an instant, countless gravel shot out from Peng Lianhu's hand, turning into a rain of stones in the air, and falling towards every vital point in Qiu Chuji's body.

Qiu Chuji was shocked, he didn't seem to expect that the Thousand Hands Man Slaughter would have this kind of method, and the stone rain in the sky struck, covering every vital point and acupoint in his body, without the slightest error, this kind of accurate head and strength of the hidden weapon kung fu is enough to run rampant in the rivers and lakes.

In the face of such a pure secret weapon kung fu, Qiu Chuji did not dare to be careless, so he could only do his best and desperately perform the superior light skills of the Quanzhen Sect to avoid the attacks that were all over the world.

Peng Lianhu watched the stones in his hands shoot towards the other party like raindrops, but this Taoist priest relied on his extremely clever light skills, and the whole person instantly turned into a cloud of smoke, constantly moving and moving in the rain of stones, and dodging his stones one by one.

It's a light work!!

Peng Lianhu also secretly applauded the martial arts of this Taoist priest in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Your Excellency is good at kung fu, I don't know which of the seven sons of Quanzhen is it?"

If it weren't for the incredible mystery of the Quanzhen School's internal strength in the way of self-cultivation, the endless source of energy to breed his own energy, he would have been tired, just now he tried his best to avoid Peng Lianhu's stone rain, his legs have reached the limit, he can't help but tremble, and he is about to stand still, but his character is really tough to the extreme, he supports his body hard, and smiles heroically: "Poor Daoqiu is in the machine, and I have seen the master of Peng Zhai." ”

The six masters of the palace were shocked, it turned out that the enemy was Changchun Ziqiu, the most famous of the seven sons of Quanzhen, no wonder he had such profound martial arts.

Peng Lianhu sighed slightly: "It turned out to be the Changchun son of the Quanzhen Sect, no wonder he has such skills." ”

"It's a pity that I don't know the times. dared to assassinate the prince. ”

Hou Tonghai saw that Peng Lianhu faintly had a sympathy for Qiu Chuji, and he was immediately dissatisfied and snorted coldly. Leaping out, he followed the Master of Wisdom to attack the Qiu Jiji.

When everyone heard Hou Tonghai's complaints, they also understood that this was not the time for heroes to fight alone. So they all took action.

Liang Ziweng is the oldest among the six masters, but he is the one with the highest light skills.

As soon as he exerted force under his feet, his figure suddenly blurred, and with the sound of the wind galloping, he attacked straight towards the mound.

Qiu Chu was able to hold on to hundreds of soldiers for so long, how keen he felt, he found from a distance that Liang Ziweng's hands were like the wind, and he attacked one after another, and he casually waved out more than a dozen brilliant sword lights and greeted him.

Liang Ziweng saw that Qiu Chuji's sword light was fierce, he laughed, his body was like duckweed, floating and swinging, he actually made a sharp turn in mid-air, twisted it hard, avoided the sword light, and then floated towards Qiu Chuji's back with great speed.

Qiu Chuji was shocked, and hurriedly swung his sword to cut behind him, Liang Ziweng smiled again, his body turned again, indescribably elegant and casual, and easily avoided Qiu Chuji's sword light, and entangled it again.

With Liang Ziweng's containment, Qiu's light skills immediately lost its effect, and as soon as his body stopped, he was besieged by the six masters of the palace in all directions.

In an instant, Qiu Chuji felt as if he had fallen into hell, surrounded by evil spirits.

After entering the palace, this was the most dangerous danger he faced.

But Qiu was still not afraid at all, but instead waved his long sword and danced in front of him. A layer of incomparably dazzling sword light was laid out.

The swordsmanship and martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect are really wonderful, and Qiu Chuji's martial arts are also really cultivated, and after several dramas, he fought with an extremely tired body, and he was able to block the attacks of the six masters.

It's incredible!

When everyone was surprised that Qiu Chuji still had such combat power, Ouyang Gongzi suddenly smiled strangely, and in an instant, his hands suddenly seemed to have no bones, and they swam like spiritual snakes. Outside the sword light at the hill, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Qiu Chuji suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back, he was shocked to see Ouyang Ke's hands suddenly growing three inches, like a poisonous snake attacking, suddenly piercing his protective sword ring and hitting him hard in the heart.

Qiu Chuji's body was shocked, and then he was shocked to understand that the strongest among the six masters turned out to be this young man.

It's too late to regret it.

Qiu Chuji watched at this strange pair of snake hands, and a faint green luster flashed strangely, penetrating his chest fiercely,

Under the serious injury, Qiu Chuji's face instantly turned pale, and his face twisted in pain, and what made him even more panicked was that he was hit by Ouyang Gongzi, and he immediately lost consciousness and became numb.

Qiu Chuji's brain was dizzy for a while, and he only felt that the blood veins in his whole body were flowing backwards, and they all flowed backwards to the wound on his chest.

"Hands are poisonous. ”

Qiu Chuji screamed, looked at Ouyang Gongzi's green snake hand, and suddenly remembered an extremely terrifying figure:

"You are actually a disciple of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. ”

Ouyang Gongzi laughed loudly, and the hideous color on his face flashed: "Young Master Ouyang Ke is Ouyang Feng's nephew. You stinky Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect are always against my uncle, and I want you to die a good death. ”

As soon as his words fell, the attacks of the other five masters also came.

Each of the five masters is a martial arts master on the rivers and lakes, they strike together, the power is so great, how can Qiu Chuji be able to stop it, not to mention that he has already been exhausted, and he has been poisoned by the western poison Ouyang Feng.

Rumble!

The attacks of the five masters hit Qiu Chuji's body hard.

The mound was like a dead leaf being swept up by the wind, and the body was suddenly knocked away from afar, and it fell heavily in the corner of the small courtyard.

Under the unprecedented heavy blow, Qiu Chuji's whole body instantly lost consciousness, and his mind gradually blurred.

The night seems to be deeper,

At this moment, even the glimmer of the torch was gradually gone.

pain

Pain beyond the limit.

Under the infinite pain, a cold feeling crept through my heart......

Is this what death feels like?

Suddenly, Qiu seemed to think of his long-dead master.

Qiu Chuji's master is Wang Chongyang, Wang Chongyang is the ancestor of the Quanzhen Dao, and he is the world's number one master in martial arts.

Think back to the time when you followed Master.

Wang Chongyang's outstanding demeanor in the world is still vivid. His unparalleled peerless martial arts still appeared in front of Qiu Chuji's eyes.

The master is so earth-shattering, how can the apprentice be so useless?

Gradually, Qiu Chuji used the last bit of dying strength to clench the sword in his hand.

He had long forgotten everything, and all he had in his heart was devotion to his ancestors.

The whole truth is unified, the great cause of resisting gold, the belief in this life is like a flame, the more it burns, the more hot and intense.

Gradually, the long sword in Qiu Chuji's hand, as if he had life, Wang Chongyang, who was far away in heaven, was gently calling:

Qiu Chuji, the great cause of anti-gold given to you by the master, you ...... Is it done?

An inexplicable impulse came straight to his mind, and Qiu was seriously injured and was dying. Suddenly, a long roar like a dragon's groan erupted.

The roar was so loud that it rumbled like thunder in all directions.

In the dark and bleak night, whose unwilling voice actually penetrated the sky?

Rumble!

Qiu Chuji's body shook violently, and a hazy misty true qi condensed the essence of his decades of pure internal strength, which had gradually covered the long sword in his hand.

When the six masters saw that Qiu was seriously injured, they could still exert such a might, and their faces changed one after another. I just think it's incredible:

Could it be that this Taoist priest can't be killed?

In fact, Qiu Chuji has long been unconscious, but under the belief of his life, he thought of the arrogant demeanor of his ancestor Wang Chongyang, and subconsciously imitated the swordsmanship of his master Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang is the first person in the world of martial arts, and his martial arts are the apex of martial arts in this world.

Wang Chongyang's sword, what kind of realm is that?

I saw that Qiu Chuji's whole person gradually merged with the long sword in his hand, and his power became more and more powerful.

An extremely dangerous aura suddenly rose from the fuselage of the hill, and the six masters of the palace had an alarm in their hearts at the same time, and they couldn't hold it back and rushed towards the mound machine.

I saw that surrounded by the six masters, a sword light rushed into the sky, straight to the sky.

Suddenly, the sword qi around Qiu Chuji was full of illusions, and the wind and clouds rose.

The long sword in his hand instantly transformed into a divine sword that could slash the sky, with endless might, from above the nine heavens, slashing fiercely.

Such a majesty, unstoppable, as if to cut off everything in front of him.

Seeing this earth-shattering sword, how dare the six masters take it hard, no matter how embarrassed they are, they scattered and fled.

Single-handedly defeated 300 soldiers, and defeated six masters with a single sword.

Tonight's Qiu Chuji, full of spirit, his majesty has reached this moment, he has been proud of the crowd and reached the peak.

It's just that manpower is exhausted, and after exhausting all the vitality and using Wang Chongyang's sword, Qiu Chuji's body finally exhausted the last bit of strength.

'Puff'

This Taoist priest, who was extremely stubborn, was unwilling to fall down in the end.

The six masters each looked at the Taoist priest who fell to the ground in horror, thinking of the majestic sword just now, no one had the courage to take half a step forward.

"It is said that the seven sons of Quanzhen are famous in the world, and when they see it today, they are indeed worthy of their reputation. ”

The thousand-handed man Tu Peng Lianhu looked at the mound that fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. His brows were furrowed, and his face gradually became solemn: "I, Peng Lianhu, have taken it." ”