Chapter 1 The Dragon is Dead

On November 1, the 35th year of Dajing Tianbao, Shuo snow is full of Beijing, and the capital of Dajing Huang, Yehuang City, stands majestically in the storm and snow.

Jing Dynasty since the founding of Taizu, after 245 years, 23 emperors, to this day, Jingshenzong Zhao Heng has been in charge of Shenzhou Qiankun for 35 years, cultural and martial arts, eloquent and strategic, open up the territory to the outside world, observe the people and hide inside, rectify the discipline, the momentum of the Great Jing Dynasty reached the peak of the previous dynasties, the territory from south to north, from east to west, vertical and horizontal, vast territory. Although there are Turks and Gaochang in northern Xinjiang, it is difficult to shake the foundation of the Jing Dynasty.

Yehuang City is located in the north of Luoshui, west of Qinling, east of Songyue, north of Taihang, south of Funiu Mountain, the trend of mountains and rivers, and according to the danger of the Yellow River, towering in the world, the thoroughfare of Kaiyu, but also after three dynasties of business expansion, the scale of grandeur, overlooking the world, brilliant and prominent, Ye Ye Qihua, the unrivaled one.

Dozens of miles away from the center of Yehuang City, the Snow Eagle Ridge, the cliff is precipitous, the mountain is steep like a sword pointing at the sky, from the bottom of the valley to the highest point of the Tiangou Peak, there is no way to go, when encountering wind and snow, it is the extinction of birds and beasts.

Today, the snow covers the mountain, and the earth is white, but on the snow wall of the cliff that leads directly from the bottom of the mountain to the Tiangou Peak, the corpses are all over, and there are broken limbs and broken weapons everywhere, and the blood splashed everywhere condenses the ice crystals into a dazzling red splash in a vast white, such as the wanton swaying of the famous landscape master, adding to the desolation and coldness of the earth.

Following the dead trees and branches, stepping on the sea of corpses and blood, and going straight to the peak, the wind is more fierce, and it is more cold and bone-eroding.

On a huge rock protruding from the edge of the cliff, there stood an old man with white eyebrows and white beard, clear and clear, his body skeleton was extremely tall, his shoulders were raised like an eagle falcon, his body was slashed, his limbs were long, and a pair of eagle eyes looked forward to it.

He was carrying a white baggage, two arrows had been hit in his chest, both of which had passed through his chest, and half of his body had been soaked with blood, although he was not sad, but as an ordinary person, he was afraid that he would have died of anger, but he regarded these two arrows as if they were stinging mosquitoes and bees, and he was not afraid, and the corners of his mouth were especially scornful sneers.

In front of him, there were more than thirty people around. They are all dressed in white suits, wearing white hoods, restrained breath, light and agile, at a glance they know that they are first-class masters, and they hold different blades, even the wolf tooth lance that is rare in the Central Plains, and the saw wing boring is also among them.

The leader was a burly man, armed with a huge bow, and only ten of the twelve iron arrows in the cowhide quiver on his back remained.

The old man in Chinese clothes squinted at the deep cliff under his feet, and in the sea of clouds and snow and mist, the rolling torrent of the glacier under the cliff pushed the huge ice blocks, making a dull roar that poured against each other.

The old man looked at the masked strong man holding a giant bow, and said sharply: "Six magic arrows are in the sky, you can shoot me two arrows, it is enough to be among the world's first-rate masters, you can fight with me in a dignified manner, but you are entangled in the fact that a group of rats Xiao Xiao did this sneak attack, and you don't dare to show your face, don't you even dare to bring your famous weapon six-stringed rhino horn bow?"

The leading strong man's body was shocked, but he was calm in an instant, and he didn't answer, just waved his hand, and the three men behind him shot at the same time, three long rope hooks and sickles, like lightning straight to the old man in Huafu, but the purpose was obviously not to kill him, but to entangle his body.

The long rope hook and sickle had not yet flown to the ground, the eyes of the old man in the Chinese costume became red, the knuckles of his fingers were violently long, and his skin became deep blue in an instant, as if there were scales covered outside, and the red flame burned inside, vigorous and lush, and there was a fluorescent flickering in the forest.

"Netherworld, Scaly Claw!" the leading strong man snorted coldly.

Over the past 100 years, he has conquered the world, killed countless people, and made the world's martial artists famous for their martial arts.

I saw the five fingers of the old man's left hand open, the palm of the hand swirling, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and the three long ropes that the three men flew out were like foam swallowed by the whirlpool, and they were all in the palm of the old man's hand. The old man took advantage of the situation, and the three men didn't have time to react, they all flew towards the old man like marionettes.

The old man roared wildly, like a lion fighting a rabbit, and crashed into the head of one of them, only to see that the person's head was smashed to pieces, and the brain was sprinkled on the ground like a watermelon, and the other two people who flew closer, the old man's hand was like lightning, and one in one hand, all stuck in the neck and throat, like a duck and goose. These two people are also rare masters in the rivers and lakes, but when they encounter the Netherworld Blue Scale Claw, they are as weak as a book, and their bodies are raised high by the old man's hands, and they have no power to resist.

Everyone was shocked, and they were all a little afraid to move forward, and when the leading strong man shouted to command the other masters to attack again, the old man urged with strength in his hand, and the bodies of the two people in the blue scale claws were completely shattered by the internal strength, and the flesh and blood flew in an instant.

The rest of the samurai are here to fight again!

The old man's wound was bleeding constantly, and he also knew that his true qi was about to run out, and in addition to grief and indignation, blood flowed from his eyes, and the Netherworld Blue Scale Claw slaughtered wantonly, killing several people who approached immediately, and he also added another knife wound to his body.

In the fierce battle, a purple gold hammer was split into the chest, the old man's claws were buckled, and the tips of his fingers were deeply inserted into the hammer, and then he broke it hard, and the purple gold hammer was shattered like rotten wood, so that the blood of the dwarf of the hammer spurted wildly, and flew straight out of the zhangyu.

At this time, the leading strong man made a move!

His hand is like pinching the strings on the pipa, the wheel fingers are flying, the giant bow in his hand is like playing the killing sound of iron armor Jinge, and the sonorous sound of the silk and stone resonating is endless!

Ten iron arrows, shot in a row, some arrows split into three arrows in the middle, some arrows merged into one arrow in the middle of the way, some arrows came first, some arrows suddenly changed direction, arcing out to attack both sides, and the shortest and most silent arrow was transparent!

The old man in the Chinese costume laughed wildly, the laughter was like a owl, the listener was churning, the true qi was disordered, and in the laughter, seven or eight more masters died under his claws, and the snow on the boulder had all been dyed red.

Arrow to!

The old man suddenly closed his huge palms, his hands turned from deep blue to warm jade-like white, slender and slender fingertips, knotted lion marks inside, recited mantras, lowered his eyebrows, and finally closed his eyes, and sat down cross-legged like an old monk.

All of a sudden, a huge dense net was formed outside his body, arrows could not penetrate, people could not rush in, and Xuefu fell and was shattered.

The strong man was shocked and said loudly: "This is the talisman of King Ming, be careful of his next move, Doroye Finger!!Retreat!Retreat quickly!" Everyone heard the sound and retreated.

The boulder began to shake, and the wind shot out, and the cliff seemed to tremble.

Four of the masters couldn't retreat, and they were accused of passing through their bodies and being dead on the spot.

At this time, the mountain stone could no longer withstand the huge earthquake, and it collapsed on the high cliff, and the old man in Chinese clothes fell straight down the glacier under the cliff.

The leading strong man looked around, and there were only fifteen people left, including him.

A hundred masters of his level intercepted and killed this old man all the way down the mountain, and in the end, there were only fifteen people left!

At the broken cliff, a huge gap is formed, and you can see it from afar, but you can see the sky like weeping, and the mountains and rivers like blood.

In the bloody assassination just now, between the cracks in the rocks of another mountain adjacent to Tiangou Peak, a person could see clearly with a monocular.

This person's eyebrows are resolute, his facial lines are as thick as a knife and axe, the short beard between his lips and chin is very neatly trimmed and beautiful, and his eyes are deep and gloomy, and his momentum is compelling. It was Cai Liancheng, the son of Cai Xun, who shot Cai Xun.

He was dressed in a white fox fur, shook the falling snow on his body, and sighed lightly: "There are so many people, can't they be captured alive?" After speaking, he jumped down from the cliff, his body was like electricity, and he disappeared in the wind and snow, and disappeared in an instant.

Who is the old man in Huafu? He can let the first minister of the Dajing Dynasty use a hundred first-class masters of the rivers and lakes to kill him!