The night market in Lin'an City is brightly lit and lively, but the dark tide is surging under the bustling surface, and the case of the tragic death of the prince involves Shuzhen and Shen Mo, which is indeed very tricky. Hundreds of iron cavalry, dressed in armor and armed with red tassel guns, rode fierce horses and walked through the streets with neat steps.

The Iron Cavalry surrounded Bai Yi and the others, and the leading man and woman were actually 'Iron Blood God Hunt' Yang Shen and Sun Zhongjun, Bai Yi was very puzzled, Yang Shen was the first God Hunt in the Southern Song Dynasty, his appearance in Bai Yi had long been expected, Sun Zhongjun had defected to King Chuang, why was he loyal to the Southern Song Dynasty? Could it be that the Donghua Immortal Ape Sect had not disciplined it well?

"Yang Shenzhuo, what is the important matter for you to lead the iron cavalry of the five princes here?"

Yang Shen rode the dragon horse roared, his brows were tightly locked, his expression was very complicated, he glanced at the white-clothed man, and then looked at Zhu Shuzhen, and said indifferently: "The fifth prince sent you to ask." Zheng Cao shouted angrily: "Who gives Yang Shen the right to arrest, can the laws of the Southern Song Dynasty allow God to capture people at will, Sister Shuzhen is the guest of the four princes, if Yang Shen wants to take people, then please come with us to the natural residence to see if the four princes agree?"

Su Zihang said: "Yang Shenzhuan, the power of the prince's assassination case is taken over by the Criminal Department, the rights and wrongs are naturally fair, and I also ask Yang Shenzhu not to cause trouble." The atmosphere became more and more tense, the air was like clothes that had not yet been wrung out, Yang Shenlin smiled and said: "Yang is on official business, please don't interfere with official business." ”

"Yang Shenzhuo, if you want to take people, it depends on your skills. ”

Yang Shen burst into a loud shout, leaned over and flew up and slashed at Bai Yi with a palm. The cold wind in the palm makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar, and the gear-like energy cuts the white clothes, and the white clothes perform the Northern Darkness Wuxiang Gong, simulating the ghost axe palm slashing towards Yang Shen, and the Northern Darkness snail energy exudes a strong suction force.

Bai Yi does have spare strength, after all, he is Su Zhen's own father, if he really hurts Yang Shen, won't Zhu Shuzhen and Su Su be sad and sad?

Yang Shen felt that his whole body was pouring towards the white clothes, and the corners of his mouth raised a sinister smile, a strange and unpredictable, as if the true energy of the hellish breath was eroding the meridians of the white clothes, how could he have expected that Yang Shen's cultivation of such an evil true strength would be caught off guard by Yang Shen.

Bai Yi exerted the strength of the wooden wheel to dissolve the evil true energy, and was about to pull out the magic knife, one hand pressed the white clothes tightly, Shen Mo pulled out the full moon scimitar, the magic knife came out, the ghost was frightened, and a flying rainbow swept towards Yang Shen, Yang Shen put his palms on his chest, whispered in his mouth, and flicked his ten fingers again and again.

"Jing Demon Shiyin!"

As soon as Wang Shengzhi's shocked words fell, a sound of silk and bamboo orchestra staggered sounded, and the sound of thousands of troops galloping and roaring sounded, and there was a faint thunder, and an invisible wave of qi rolled towards the magic knife.

The sound wave was swallowed by the magic knife, and the knife was about to slash towards Yang Shen! What greeted the magic knife was the divergent golden light, it was so dazzling, the demonic energy could not hide its brilliance, it seemed that it could break all the martial arts in heaven and earth.

Appearing in front of everyone is a dazzling large open sedan chair, in which several women are accompanied, surrounded by a man with a face like a crown of jade, with a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, he is wearing a green dress, his figure is tall and proud, there are ice-like eyes under the slender eyebrows, and his thin lips look very pale.

He is Zhao Yi, the five princes of the Southern Song Dynasty, nostalgic for fireworks and willow lane, greedy for wine in a cup, profligate, drunk and dreaming of death, excellent female color, once forged Tongque Tai, the dream is to cage the world's beauties, he is dressed in peacocks, obviously very different from the short-sighted five princes rumored in the market.

The most peculiar thing is his clothes, he is actually wearing the lost peacock in the rivers and lakes, which is a symbol of status and the symbol of the owner of Peacock Villa.

Peacock Ling is woven with newborn fine feathers twisted into the silkworm ice silk, interspersed with very fine red gold silk, folded collar, wide sleeves, skirt ten widths, dragging the ground, weaving and embroidery exquisite, several ghost work, the rivers and lakes rumored that the peacock can absorb the enemy's true strength, and having a peacock is equivalent to practicing King Kong is not bad.

Sheng Zhi looked at his peacock, the color and texture of the coat are no different from the feathers of the real peacock, from different angles, the light angle is different, the color is also unpredictable, the clothes are decorated with silver clay, decorated with bells, and decorated with seven treasures. The waist is tied with a four-finger-wide dust-repelling tassel, and the big one is unfolded, like a peacock screen, which is really luxurious.

The golden light faded away, Zhao Yi lazily stretched out his slender hand, his five pure white fingers pinched a bronze cylinder of about eight inches and forged in pure gold, the surface of the cylinder was carved with a lifelike peacock, although he was very ordinary, he had a beautiful name 'Peacock Ling'.

Seven weapons, parting hooks, overlord guns, jasper knives, immortal swords, and peacock feathers appeared in the rivers and lakes one after another, and the rivers and lakes were about to set off storms and waves, Sheng Zhi came to Zhao Yi with the overlord gun, and her clear and warm gaze made Zhao Yi's eyes glow.

His gaze was like a knife, able to peel off the clothes of the girls, his gaze wandered away from the bodies of the women, and said with a smile: "Tsk, how fortunate Zhao is to be able to see the faces of the girls." ”

The street was silent instantly, all the tourists disappeared into the street, the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard, Wang Shengzhi's momentum was getting higher and higher, she was like a female god of war, looking at Zhao Yi and said: "It is rumored that there are more than 36 kinds of secret weapons in the world, and the most terrifying is the Peacock Feather, whoever has the Peacock Feather will be able to have self-confidence." ”

Zhao Yi stroked the delicate and wheezing beauty beside him and said, "The eyes are shy, and the Dan lips are smiling." The wind rolls the grape belt, the sunshine pomegranate skirt, my Zhao Yi's peacock feather never kills beautiful and charming women, especially girls who are so beautiful. Bai Yi replied coldly: "Seven weapons, each weapon has its own character, are you as unbearable as the rumors in the market, or as terrible as Peacock Ling." ”

"The five princes, they are all guests of the four princes, do the five princes really want to?"

Zhao Yi looked at Su Zihang, and his narrow phoenix eyes showed a chill and said: "Su Bangyan, I have heard your title of poetry and sword for a long time, since we met, then please give me some advice! Let me see if my fourth brother's teacher has real materials, a few months ago Wanxiu came to visit Zhao and praised you, Zhao was very jealous, Su Bangyan was the most difficult to accept the grace of the beauty, and Zhao was willing to die with peony flowers, and he was also a ghost." ”

Su Zihang smiled lightly: "Since the Fifth Prince has ordered, how dare Su disobey, I also want to see the means of the Fifth Prince's Peacock Ling." ”

Su Zihang's sword is a sword as black as ink, and this sword exudes fine light, like the sun and the moon competing for glory. Zhao Yi looked at the pitch-black sword and said: "According to legend, the Zhan Lu sword was obtained by the poet Buddha King Maha, it seems that what he said is true, since you have learned from the king Maha, then let me see the power of the poetry sword." ”

Zhao Yi buckled the hub of the bronze cylinder, the golden cylinder exuded a terrifying coercion, whoever gets the peacock feather can have confidence, the confidence to defeat all impossibilities, the peacock feather finally opened the screen, and the brilliant light reflected the entire street.

Su Zihang felt stunned, he knew that the Peacock Feather would take his life when he was confused, the sword qi of the Zhan Lu sword like ink resisted the golden mang, Su Zihang's poetry sword was fresh and distant, natural and refined, there were poems and paintings in the sword, and it was indeed penetrated to the realm of infinite sword intent, and the sword intent was integrated into the nature of heaven and earth.

Poetry swords are romantic, ethereal, or distant, often when the enemy admires the picture scroll you wield, your sword will pierce the enemy's heart, and blood will drip down the Zhanlu sword.

"People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. ”

Zhan Lu's sword danced extremely slowly, monopolizing the charm between heaven and earth, the peacock feather came quickly, very quickly, so fast that you didn't see it clearly, the hidden weapon penetrated your throat, the sword shadow was illusory and impermanent, there was no purpose, and there was no consciousness, but every sword of Su Zihang blocked the way of the peacock feather.

From the moment the Peacock Feather shot out, no one could see what the Peacock Feather was like, it was covered by golden rays, the Zhan Lu Sword was frozen in the void, it was wrapped in countless golden rays, Su Zihang felt a surge of blood in his chest and abdomen, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Yi's face was slightly pale, and the golden mangs of both hands disappeared in the bronze cylinder, Su Zihang was defeated, and the poetry and picture scroll-like poetry sword was defeated by the most terrifying secret weapon in the world, Peacock Ling, could it be that he only lost to Peacock Ling, could Zhao Yi only be Peacock Ling? The answer is no.

"Su Bangyan, concede!"

Zhao Yi looked at Zhu Shuzhen with a strange brilliance in his eyes and said: "Miss Zhu, this prince invited you, just because you came because you admired it, and you want to invite the girl to have a glass of wine, Lord Wei Zhong of the Constitutional Palace will also come, Su asked the girl and Lord Wei Zhong have a relationship, even if the girl doesn't give the prince face, don't you want to see the old lover." ”

"When I first learned the thrush, I don't know who my heart belongs to. When the Mid-Autumn Moon is full of hugs, Xiao Lang will be paid 10,000 poems, and Zhao Mou, the poem written by Miss Zhu to Lord Wei Zhong, vaguely remembers that since Xiao Lang is not Lord Wei Zhong, I wonder if Zhao is fortunate to be Miss Zhu's Xiao Lang?"

Zhu Shuzhen looked at Bai Yi with bright eyes, Bai Yi took her hand and smiled, looked at Zhao Yi and said: "Zhao Yi, I think your words are for me, since everything has passed, why do you bother to reveal Shuzhen's scar again, this matter is the act of a villain, insulting the majesty of the Southern Song Dynasty court, is it possible that the mansions of the five princes are such despicable and filthy treacherous thieves, if the throne of the Southern Song Dynasty court falls to Zhao Yi, I am afraid that the Southern Song Dynasty will die soon." ”

"Haha, what a mouth that can speak, Ye Gongzi is notorious in the rivers and lakes, but Zhao Yi's reputation is far beyond reach, Ye Gongzi Songshan slaughtered hundreds of Wuyue disciples in one battle, if you talk about the murder of Zhao Yi, how can you compare to Ye Gongzi. ”

Zhao Yi's words really make people have no reason to refute, if he says that he is innocent, who will believe it, he smiled slightly: "If the mouth of the fifth prince hangs in the river, how can Ye Mou reach it, but if you want to take Shuzhen, it is impossible, unless you can kill me." ”

"You mean to step on your corpse, and since you want to die, then I will fulfill you. ”

Zhao Yi clasped the bronze cylinder to launch the peacock feather, and the white clothes performed the Northern Shen Gong and the Five Rounds of Strength, the heavens and the earth were instantly silent, and all the aura swept towards the white clothes, his body exuded a faint green Taoist fireworks, and the Qi Haigong was opened, and the surging true strength was like a surging wave.

"Peacock Feather gives you self-confidence, but a person who is too confident is conceited! As he spoke, the magic knife was slowly pulled out, and a filthy power wrapped around the white clothes, the demon seed Dao heart was activated instantly, his eyes flashed with a demonic black and white brilliance, and at that moment, Zhu Shuzhen actually had a strange feeling, the white clothes showed a thrilling charm, and all eyes were focused on him.

Which knife is about to be chopped? (To be continued.) )