The middle-aged guest continued to move forward, his tone calm, "Don't delay any longer, let this seat see the true means of the old four claws of the Imperial Palace." ”

Covered in blood all over his body, his expression was hideous, and the two old four paws glanced at each other, knowing that today was the deadline.

"Since Mr. Zhou can afford it, of course our family is not good, let Mr. down. ”

"The technique of the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra, although it is practiced by a disabled person, we think that there is still some merit, so please ask Mr. Zhou for advice!"

With a scream, the python robes on the two old four-pawed bodies came to life at the same time, like a big mouth, swallowing the two old four-paws into it at once.

In the sound of chewing, accompanied by the tearing and breaking of the flesh and bones, the two old four paws were eaten cleanly, so the python on the python robe really came to life, and its body fell heavily to the ground, raising its head and sticking out its tongue and hissing, and staring at the middle-aged guest with violent eyes.

The practice of the Silkworm Sutra is the same as the silkworm eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk, and the cultivation is the set of clothes worn by the old four claws. After cultivating, it is not only a great achievement, but also a leap to the top, becoming a highly respected old four-claw in the imperial palace.

But in the same way, it is also for himself, digging a good way to die.

Once you fight hard with people, you will give up yourself, feed yourself with your blood and soul, awaken the python on the python robe, and exert your supreme power.

Of course, this kind of means is a one-off. After using it, the old four claws died, and his soul flew away, and he did not enter the reincarnation.

That's why just now, they said what they said about exposing the corpse wilderness, and what they said about seeking the opportunity to be reincarnated in the next life. In fact, they can't leave their bodies after death, and of course there is no possibility of re-entering reincarnation.

Mr. Zhou, a middle-aged guest, frowned, not that he couldn't bear it, but he just thought that such a cruel exercise, and only the imperial palace in charge of a country's luck would dare to practice unscrupulously, without worrying about being riddled with evil obstacles.

He made a move today, so he was naturally prepared, not to mention the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra in the Palace of the Emperor of the Western Wilderness, which was not a secret thing in the first place. Looking at the two roaring pythons looking up to the sky, the middle-aged man turned his hand down, like a mighty lotus leaf, covering the whole world.

The so-called nest has no eggs, the world has been suppressed, and it is impossible to escape here. The two evil pythons roared violently, and their huge bodies rolled and slapped wildly, but the ground and space were extremely stable, and there was no trace of shattering. It seems that there is an invisible force that has suppressed everything in the world, so it also sealed the two of them together.

The golden and jade characters appear on the surface of the huge body of the evil Jiao, which seems to be inconspicuous, but in fact, each of them is a weight. The scale armor was shattered, the flesh and blood were shattered, and the extremely powerful body of Nie Mang became blurred and bloody.

In the eyes of the middle-aged guest, there was a little regret and reluctance, but now that the time is not waiting, he has no time to hesitate.

Smack-

With a soft sound, a jade plaque hanging from his waist directly turned into smashes.

The golden and jade characters on the surface of the evil Jiao's body shone brightly at the same time, and the imprint entered the flesh and blood, and the black mist of the steamed flesh and blood was rising, and a terrible howl came out of it.

The Silkworm Sutra is cultivated in a reckless suit, which is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. But what do silkworms eat are mulberry leaves, and what are the old four claws in the palace that have achieved successful cultivation? This is the real origin of the word "cruelty."

The two old four claws in the palace, at the cost of self-destruction, summoned the two evil Jiao, are now on the verge of death, and no matter how much they struggle, they can't escape the desperate situation. It's not that they are not strong, but Mr. Zhou, a middle-aged guest, is one of the most terrifying few in this imperial capital.

Huilou was able to move him lightly, firstly, because the guests gave him a full reward, and secondly, because they were wide enough to really find Mr. Zhou's residence and reach an agreement with him.

Thinking of His Majesty in the Imperial Palace, he will also be surprised and even a little disappointed by this. After all, at the beginning, he was also thinking about recruiting this middle-aged guest to add another weight to the Western Wilderness.

Born in the Central Wilderness Divine Prefecture, although he is an abandoned person, his qualifications, potential, and the Emperor of the Western Wilderness, who is in charge of the country's fortunes, can naturally see it clearly.

Middle-aged guests are qualified to impact the existence of the imperial realm!

All this, the middle-aged guest in the night, is clear. But he doesn't regret it, what he did today, the woman on the sickbed, is the crux of his "love", and it is also the person he must save.

One step forward, as if shrinking into inches, his figure appeared outside the carriage, the middle-aged guest looked calm, without guilt or murderous intent, and pointed forward like this.

"Protect the General!"

Wang Datou's border troops in the mine who were gathered in front of the carriage had long been stunned by the battle in front of them, and their faces were pale and trembling. But when the middle-aged guest flew over, he shouted and pulled his knife out of the sheath and jumped out without hesitation.

If you want to say that you are not afraid, it must be false, but now your mind is blank, and you don't have time to turn your thoughts, so you react instinctively.

Our general, dang

You can't die here!

As for whether it can be blocked, if it rushes up, it can have a certain effect...... The king didn't have time to think about it, anyway, our border soldiers are all cheap, and if we die, we will die, and we should only repay the general's grace for reconstruction.

In fact, it was really useless, because although Wang Datou's border troops were not afraid of death, they were shocked out before they rushed up. Spitting blood, it became a rolling gourd, embarrassed, but not really fatal.

Although the middle-aged guest left his hometown and became a down-and-out person who was expelled from the country, he still kept the precepts of a gentleman and did not wantonly kill.

Of course, if it's the person he wants to kill, that's a different story...... As the saying goes, a gentleman has a so-called and does something...... Just look at the mood.

These words must be bastards, but they are the mantra that the little uncle used to hang on his lips back then, and the elders of the academy had a headache for this, but there was nothing they could do about him.

After all, Uncle Xiao is the strongest person in the academy, and this is what his teacher personally admitted back then.

I'm afraid that he is not in a hurry to kill people at all, but to wait for the imperial palace to react, and even force out of the imperial realm in the imperial capital, and fight a big battle to see if he can cut the city with a sword in his hand.

The middle-aged guest's eyes were slightly bright, and he immediately showed a hint of amazement, he was afraid that he would not have a chance in this life, and he would see the little uncle sword again.

Shaking his head, he restrained his thoughts that suddenly diverged, since he couldn't compare with Uncle Xiao, then the matter of killing people should be done as soon as possible.

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged guest's eyes became more and more condensed, and his fingers were shining at this moment.

The edge is exposed, and the fingertips are like swords!

Before the carriage, there was no obstacle except for the coachman.

Before the finger fell, the terrifying coercion was like a river turning upside down, and it fell on the heart with a bang, and it was about to shatter the soul.

The coachman's face was even paler, and his eyes were full of fear, but at this moment, he suddenly disappeared. His eyes were serious, looking at the point, the long whip in his hand was broken inch by inch, and there was a sword hidden in the bamboo handle.

When the sword is raised, it seems to provoke a river, and the rolling sword is like a stormy wave, and it erupts heartily in this sword.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, his eyes showed surprise, and he didn't seem to expect that the inconspicuous coachman in front of him was actually a peerless sword cultivator.

But as soon as you point out your hand, the sword is out of its sheath, and there is no room for turn. So the finger went faster, like lightning, and collided with the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed even tighter, and he was dressed in a wide robe, which suddenly swelled up, as if a large amount of gas had been poured into it. His figure flew backwards, his long sleeves fluttering calmly, like an immortal sweeping by at night, and the atmosphere was really good.

Quietly landing, the middle-aged man looked at the coachman, more precisely, at the short sword he was holding. It is said that it is short, because this sword is indeed not long, but the sword intent contained in it is so long that it is almost impossible to count.

To put it simply, start from here and end there...... Longer than the day!

"The name of this sword?"

The coachman's face was even paler, like a clean high-grade rice paper, but his breathing was still long and gentle, "The sword name is Changhe, taking a certain ancient river as the foundation, refining it with supreme magical powers, and passing it on to my hands, which is already a bit insulting to it." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and agreed with this sentence, the coachman has a high realm, and he is a peerless sword cultivator of the first rank in the world, but if you count the sword in his hand, it is indeed a little unworthy.

It's not that he's weak, it's that this sword is too strong, especially when it's placed in the Palace of the Emperor of the Western Wilderness, tempered and warmed for many years with national luck, and the lead is exposed.

Silent in the world for thousands of years, today's sword is a long-term sword qi that can split the sky! Even if it can split the sky, how can it not cut people? After all, no matter how strong the middle-aged guest Mr. Zhou is, he will not dare to compare with the sky.

"If you were strong enough, I would be dead by this sword. ”

The middle-aged man turned around and left, his body shook suddenly, and countless wounds suddenly opened around his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing all the wide-sleeved robes red.

Powerful breath, if the sun rises in the east, the mist will drift around, and it will disappear in a blink of an eye.

The coachman showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, and held his sword in his hand, "I won today because I have a sword in my hand...... Mr. Zhou, let's go. ”

Boom Boom –

The ground trembled, like a storm crashing on the shore, it was the imperial palace guards, who were hurrying in. The middle-aged guest who walked into the distance, dressed in a robe and blood, turned around and left, I am afraid that he would not be able to leave.

The two old four-clawed sinister Jiao, who had been fed into evil dragons, were now dead, and their bodies were in pieces, leaving only a mess.

In the air, blood was blowing.

Wang Datou, who was shocked and flew out, vomited blood and was injured but did not die, struggled to get up, and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Probably didn't expect that

, has been unbeatable since his appearance, and the middle-aged guest whose strength is so strong that it makes no sense is actually cut to such a situation with a sword. Or, because their hearts are complicated, they can't figure out why they are still alive at this time.

The coachman took a deep breath and coughed lightly, a little blood splattering. With the sword just now, he suffered a great loss, and he was a sword path cultivator, and he was shaken by it.

If you want to recover, I am afraid that you will have to retreat for a long time and spend a lot of money. He turned around and tapped on the carriage, "Master Hou, the assassin has been killed, you can go to court with peace of mind." ”

In the carriage, Qin Yu stared at the door, his expression was solemn, and he didn't see any relief. In the palm of his hand, the white jade, which was originally slightly cool, has now become fiery, like a red-hot stone.

There was nothing in front of him, but he seemed to see it, a pair of cold eyes on his respectful face.

There was silence in the carriage, and the driver frowned slightly, showing a flaw somewhere, but since it had been discovered, he would take action.

The next moment, the door shattered, and there was no previous big waves, nor the supreme momentum of cutting through the sky.

The short sword Changhe broke through the door and slashed straight at the top of Qin Yu's head, its sword body was pitch black, as if it was attached to a night between heaven and earth.

It turned out that the coachman was the last chess piece today.

The reason why he killed the middle-aged man just now was because he knew very well that although Mr. Zhou was strong, no one could kill Qin Yu today. Because, he is wearing the seal of the Marquis of Zhongwu in the Western Wilderness, and in this seal, the power of incense has been quietly introduced.

Therefore, the coachman slashed out the sword just now, cut off the vitality of the middle-aged guest, and paid a huge price for himself, but also let the short sword Changhe, in this sword, exhaust the blessing of the Western Wilderness National Fortune, and be able to restore its true appearance, and be able to exert the true power of Changhe.

When a sword falls, the incense can be broken!

On Qin Yu's body, the seal letter of the Marquis of Zhongwu was broken, and the power of the incense was invisible and qualitative, turning into a bubble.

But now, under normal circumstances, even if the half-emperor makes a move, he can resist a momentary bubble, but in front of the short sword Changhe, it is really as fragile as a bubble.

The sword shattered as soon as it fell, and the blade of the sword did not pause at all, falling towards the top of Qin Yu's head, with the sharpness of this sword, even the master could be killed instantly, and the form and spirit were destroyed and there was no longer half of life.

Ding——

There was a soft sound, as if the blade had touched the iron stone, and the sword-wielding coachman's eyes widened suddenly, revealing a sense of shock.

The force of the shock was like a stormy wave, and it continued to run down his arm and blasted into his chest and abdomen, and the sound of broken tendons and tendons "crackling" was endless.

The hand holding the sword had long since turned into white bones, and all the flesh and blood were shattered, shattered, and then turned into a blood mist. He rolled and flew out, took out a talisman, and tore it apart with all his might, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

As for the short sword Changhe, it shattered into countless pieces and fell in front of Qin Yu.

It's just that the broken sword is not sharp, but soft, like a pool of falling water stains, wrapped in a few fragments, gradually merging with each other.

The sound of killing shook the sky, coming from afar, not accompanied by the sound of exclamations and heavy objects falling to the ground after being knocked away.

Qin Yu frowned, standing on the half-broken carriage, the two high-grade horses pulling the carriage had been shocked into two puddles of meat mud when the middle-aged guest and the coachman struck each other with a sword.

Surrounded by the Imperial Palace Guards, the middle-aged guest who had just left was forced back again, and the cracks on his body were like springs, and blood spurted out as if he was dying.

After the robe was soaked, it fell to the ground, leaving a series of blood-colored footprints wherever he went.

But the middle-aged guest still didn't fall, even if he became a broken cowhide bag that leaked everywhere, he still shot out the imperial palace guards who rushed up, and his life and death were unknown.

Suddenly, the middle-aged guest sighed and looked up at Qin Yu, his eyes were tired and gloomy, but there was no fear or unwillingness, some were just a little helpless in peace.

"Marquis Zhongwu, this seat is going to die, but I promised others that I want to go back to see her, so I will exchange this piece of jade, can you let me leave?"

He held up a piece of black jade, which was pitch black, almost soaked in blood, but not stained at all.

Qin Yu glanced at this person and nodded, "Okay." ”

The palace guards hesitated slightly.

Qin Yu said lightly: "The consequences of this matter will be borne by Ben Hou. The guards retreated, and the middle-aged guest glanced at Qin Yu, smiled and turned to leave.

Seeing him spill blood all the way and go all the way, Qin Yu's eyes showed a trace of complexity.

This person should be the strongest cultivator that Qin Yu had seen with his own eyes and was destined to die.

is not in the imperial realm, but the distance from that level, I am afraid that the gap is limited. Such a character is actually driven to die in the darkness of the night.

Taking a breath and calming down, Qin Yu jumped out of the carriage and stepped forward with blood on his feet.