After Huang Sheng saw Huang Shang scattering thunderbolts, he became vigilant, knowing that even if he had the ability to reach the sky, he could not fight with the gunpowder hidden weapon with his flesh and blood, so he immediately put away the Qingluan sword, carried the internal force of his whole body, and flew towards the rear.

It was only a few feet before he ran out, and there were already thunderbolts in all directions, and I don't know how many thunderbolts and ammunition shot down and exploded. Snow chips are flying, weeds and old trees are uprooted, and as far as the eye can see, except for the dirt pits, there are flames flying everywhere.

The firepower of the Quartet is too fierce, so it is natural to avoid the limelight for the time being. Although he relied on his light and dexterous skills to avoid the shelling, but in a short moment, his whole body was already soaked with sweat.

Smoke filled the courtyard, and he coughed, waved his left sleeve, and then held his breath. It's just that although the turtle's breath can get rid of the smoke, the smoke still quickly makes him cry.

The whistling sound outside was faintly heard, and the emperor even saw Huang Xiang's compassionate demeanor through the smoke. Looking at that figure, the anger in his heart was like a rising flame that kept beating.

"This guy is obviously going to put Lao Tzu to death!" scolded secretly, and Huang Fu Yan avoided a few shells again. This primitive artillery seems to be extraordinarily powerful, but in fact, it is only a simple use of gunpowder, and it can only be won by thunder and fire.

When he was flickering, Huangfu Yan calmly thought about the countermeasures to get out of danger.

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"Lord Huang, this ......" The leading official looked embarrassed. After the wanted warrant came down, they received instructions from Father-in-law Yu and others, instructing them to focus on the secret records of Qiankun. But at this time, as soon as the thunder and fire attacked, the whole person of Huangfu was about to turn into ashes. Where else can I get a secret record? It's just that Lord Huang in front of him seems to have other plans, and he doesn't take this secret matter in his eyes at all.

"Hmph. You can also see that this kid's martial arts are too high. We can't be captured alive!" Huang Sheng sighed secretly and snorted coldly.

"Yes...... But how can you explain it to your father-in-law?" The official shrunk his neck, as if he remembered the majesty of the emperor just now, and shuddered.

"This official has his own plans!" Huang Shang said, staring at the sea of fire in front of him.

Yu Gonggong's thoughts, he naturally knew that the founder of this Qiankun Secret Record was the first master of the Taizu Dynasty, and Yu Gonggong was ambitious, and it was understandable that he wanted to be the first person in this dynasty. It's just that this person is a close confidant of the Empress Dowager Gao, and he has a lot of power. Corruption and bribery, cruelty and loyalty have no scruples. If he really made him the number one master in Ouchi, wouldn't it be even more lawless.

A few days ago, he had heard Murong Xihua mention the excellence of the emperor's death, and he had doubts about this young handsome man who had become a heinous scum in the blink of an eye. I wanted to capture the emperor and interrogate him, and by the way, destroy the secret record. Unexpectedly, he gathered so many masters, and he couldn't deal with Huangfu alone. In desperation, he ruthlessly applied his spicy hands, wanting to destroy the corpse.

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Huang Fu Yan naturally didn't know the twists and turns, but at this time, Huang Sheng had become the person he hated the most.

The artillery fire is getting more and more urgent. Huang Shang even equipped several pro-soldiers with a lot of Thunderbolt Hall gadgets, and shot at the figures in the smoke from time to time.

The emperor jumped up and down, dodging left and right, and was annoyed. I couldn't think of a safe countermeasure for a long time, and when I saw that the situation was getting worse and worse, I immediately shouted. The Qingluan Sword slashed out a scorching light and shot over.

The smoke was immediately pierced through a large hole, and there was no hesitation. Huang Fu Yan once again made a move of "a sword coming west" and rushed forward. But it was he who wanted to forcibly break out of this realm of thunder and fire.

Huang Shang saw a figure flying in the smoke. I couldn't help but be shocked by the other party's unyielding pride. He was about to open his mouth to stop drinking, but he saw a blue light suddenly flash in front of him, so that he couldn't open his eyes.

When his heart was cold, he thought of the news he heard from several martial arts people, and said in shock: "Sword Mang!" As he spoke, he raised his palms, and the surging strength pierced through a large hole in the smoke and swept away towards the sword of the emperor's death.

As soon as the Emperor's Sword was drawn, the true qi in his body turned, and it had been transformed into an extremely cold force, and a move "White Mist" was used again. Although the previous sword also inspired the sword, he didn't have much understanding of the sword intent of "a sword coming from the west", but at this time, this move "white mist" was not, and even this cold ice strength was very suitable for Zhou Gongjian's mental method.

In the firelight, a white mist rose up, and the nearby ice and snow melted because of the thunder and fire immediately froze, and for a while, the frost filled the air, forming a misty ice dragon, killing Huang Shang.

Huang Shang's eyes had long been narrowed, and the white mist was vast, burning so bright that his eyes hurt. His heart trembled, his body slid back a few feet, and he waved his claws with both hands, laying down a series of claw shadows to protect his body.

The sword of the Emperor Fu was like a maggot attached to the bone, and it shot after him. The cold sword qi flashed, and he had already cut off one finger of each of his left and right hands, and the cold and piercing qi made him even unable to perceive half of the pain, and there was not a trace of blood left.

Five fingers connected to the heart, his claw skills were also abolished thirty percent, under grief and indignation, Huang Shang's left foot was withdrawn, and the whole body was used together, but the whole body jumped back a zhang, and jumped out of several zhang.

The emperor was determined to get out of trouble, and he did not pursue, so he swept his whole body and jumped to the backyard.

Huang Sheng shouted angrily, the gunners started more neatly, and the thunder fire hidden weapons in the hands of the soldiers also fell into the smoke like locusts.

There was a "boom" several times, a landslide cracked, the roof of the entire courtyard was lifted, the surrounding walls were cracked into ruins, and the masonry and scorched wood fell down in the sound of "bang".

Huang Sheng had already laid a lot of grease around the courtyard earlier, and at this time the fire was even more raging, and it quickly spread to the blink, and in the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was enveloped in the fire.

As soon as the emperor touched the edge of the courtyard, there was a "crackling" sound, and a heat wave surged, making it difficult for him to stand up and take a few steps back. For a moment, he had to risk the fire on his body and guard against the sudden thunderbolt.

Attaching the cold ice true qi to the surface of his body to prevent the heat from burning, he changed directions several times in a row, but he couldn't get out of the fire, but was forced to dodge everywhere by the flames, and was almost hit by the burning branches several times. What was even more serious was the burst of smoke, so smoked that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Huang Sheng stared at the place where the sword light passed just now, as if there was an inexplicable force, and the falling snowflakes were actually swept away from afar, forming a vacuum sword mark in mid-air.

When a somewhat reckless soldier saw it, he subconsciously reached out and touched it, but as soon as his five fingers approached the void sword mark, he broke it off with a brush, and everyone gasped. The soldier came back to his senses, looked at the palm of the severed five fingers with some surprise, and after a long time, he felt a heartache surging up one after another, and he was so frightened that the soul was lost.

The sword intent left over from this "white mist", because of the blessing of the cold energy, has been condensed to a terrifying point, and it will stay there for a long time. I'm afraid that even the emperor himself would not have thought of it. (To be continued.) )