Chapter 1572

The middle-aged guest continued to move forward in a calm voice, "don't delay any more, let us see the real means of the old four claws of the imperial palace."

With blood all over his body, he looks ferocious. He looks at two old four claws and knows that today is the deadline.

"Since Mr. Zhou looks down upon us, of course we are not good enough to disappoint him."

"Tianchan Sutra is a Dharma formula. Although it is practiced by the disabled, we think it has some merits. Please ask Mr. Zhou for advice!"

With a scream, the boa robes on the two old four claws survived at the same time, like a big mouth, which swallowed the two old four claws at once.

In the sound of chewing, the two old four claws were eaten clean with their bones and flesh torn and broken. So the Dragon Python on the Python's robe really came alive. It fell on the ground with a hundred feet weight. It raised its head and hissed. Its eyes were violent and fixed on the middle-aged guest.

The skill of Tianchan Scripture is the same as that of silkworm eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. It's the suit worn by the old four claws. After the cultivation, it is the great achievement of the skill. It leaps up and becomes the respected fourth claw in the imperial palace.

But also for themselves, dig a good way to die.

Once we fight hard, we will give up ourselves and feed on our soul to awaken the Dragon Python on the Python's robe and exert our power.

Of course, such a means is one-off. After use, the old four claws died. They were scared out of reincarnation.

So just now, they said nothing about exposing the body in the wilderness, about seeking, about the chance of reincarnation in the next life. In fact, they can't leave their bodies at all after they die. Of course, there is no possibility of reincarnation.

Mr. Zhou, a middle-aged guest, frowned, not because he could not bear it, but because he thought of such cruel skills, only when he was in charge of the imperial palace of a country's fortune, could he dare to practice recklessly, without fear of being haunted by evils.

Today, he has made preparations. Besides, the Tianchan Scripture in the palace of emperor Xihuang is not a secret matter. Looking at the two roaring dragon python, the middle-aged man turned his hand and covered the whole world like a lotus leaf.

The so-called "covering the nest without finishing the egg", the whole world is suppressed, and it's hard to escape here. Two evil dragon Python shrieked and shrieked, and their huge bodies rolled and beat wildly, but the ground and space were extremely stable without any trace of breaking. It seems that there is an invisible force that suppresses everything in the world, so they are both sealed up.

The gold and jade characters appear on the surface of the huge body of the evil dragon. It seems that they are not impressive, but in fact, each one is of great importance. The pressure of the scale is broken, the flesh and blood are broken, and the body of Nie mang is extremely strong, which becomes bloody and bloody.

In the eyes of the middle-aged guest, there was a bit of regret and reluctant to give up, but now it's time for me, he has no time to hesitate.

Pa -

with a light sound, a jade card hanging from his waist directly becomes smashed.

The gold and jade characters on the surface of the body of the evil dragon shine brightly at the same time. The brand enters the flesh and blood. The black fog of cooking the flesh and blood rises, from which comes the shrill howl.

The Tianchan Sutra, which is a mang suit, looks like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. Can silkworm eat mulberry leaves, the old four claws of imperial cultivation, what is it? This is the real origin of the word "cruelty".

Two old four claws in the palace, at the cost of their own death, summoned two evil Jiaos. Now they are on the verge of death. No matter how many struggles they have, they will never escape. It is not that they are not strong, but that Mr. Chou, a middle-aged guest, is one of the most terrifying few in this imperial capital.

The first is that the guests have paid him enough, and the second is that they have a wide way to find Mr. Zhou's residence and reach an agreement with him.

If you want to come to the Imperial Palace, your majesty will be surprised and even lost at this point. After all, at the beginning, he also wanted to attract this middle-aged guest and add another weight to the West wasteland.

Born in the middle wasteland of China, although he was abandoned, his talent, potential and national fortune of the West wasteland emperor can be seen clearly.

Middle aged guest, is qualified to impact the existence of the imperial territory!

All this, the middle-aged guest in the night, is clear. But he didn't regret it. What he did today, the woman on the bed, was the crux of his "feeling" and the person he had to save.

One step, as if shrunk into inches, his figure appeared outside the carriage, the middle-aged guest look calm, no guilt and no intention to kill, so point forward.

"Protect the general!"

Wang Dazou and other soldiers around the mine cave were shocked by the fighting in front of him. They were pale and trembling. But when the middle-aged guest flew over, he took out his scabbard and jumped out without hesitation.

It must be false to say that you are not afraid, but now you have no time to turn your mind and react instinctively.

Our general, of course, can't die here!

As for whether it can be blocked and rushed up, it can have some effect Big Wang didn't have time to think about it. Anyway, we, the mud legs of the border army, are all despicable. If we die, we will die. We should only repay the general's kindness.

In fact, it really doesn't matter, because Wang Dadou, these border troops, though fearless of death, were shaken out before they rushed up. Spitting blood, has become a rolling gourd, embarrassed is there, but not really fatal.Although the middle-aged guest has been exiled from his hometown, he still abides by the precept of a gentleman and doesn't kill arbitrarily.

Of course, if he's going to kill someone, it's another matter Just as it's said, a gentleman has the idea of doing something or not Just look at the mood.

This must be a nonsense, but it's the mantra that the young martial uncle often used to say. For this reason, the elders of the academy have a headache, but they have no way to deal with him.

After all, the youngest martial uncle is the strongest person in the Academy. This is his teacher, who admitted it personally at that time.

If today is martial uncle here, what kind of scene would it be? I'm afraid that he didn't rush to kill people at all, but waited for the imperial palace to respond. He even forced him out of the imperial territory of the imperial capital. He fought a painful and happy battle to see if he could cut the city with his sword in his hand.

The middle-aged guest's eyes were slightly bright, and he immediately showed a trace of disappointment. He was afraid that he would not have a chance in his life. He saw his martial uncle again.

Shake your head and stop the sudden thoughts. Since he can't compare with little martial uncle, it's better to kill as soon as possible.

As soon as I thought about it, the eyes of the middle-aged guest became more and more congealed, and the point fell on the finger, which was shining at the moment.

The edge of the sword!

Before the carriage, there was no obstacle but the coachman.

When the finger fails to reach the target, the threat of terror falls on the mind as if the river is overturned, and the soul is ready to be shattered.

The coachman's face was whiter and his eyes were full of fear, but at this moment, he suddenly disappeared. His eyes were serious. He pointed at it. His whip was broken inch by inch. There was a sword hidden in the bamboo handle.

When a sword is lifted up, it seems to lift up rivers, and the rolling sword is like a stormy wave. It bursts out in the sword.

The middle-aged passenger's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were surprised. It seemed that he didn't expect that the humble driver in front of him was a peerless swordsman.

But when you put your finger on it, it means that the sword has gone out of its sheath and there is no turning room. So a finger goes faster, like lightning, with the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged guest's eyebrows are more tightly wrinkled. He is wearing a broad robe, which suddenly blows up, like pouring a lot of gas. His figure flies back and his long sleeves are elegant. He looks like a fairy passing by at night. The weather is really good.

Quietly landing, the middle-aged passenger looked at the coachman, or rather, at the dagger in his hand. It's short because the sword is not long, but the meaning of sword inside is almost impossible to count.

In short, from here to there Longer than the day!

"The name of the sword?"

The coachman's face is whiter, like a clean top-grade rice paper, but his breath is still long and relaxed. "The name of sword is Changhe. It's based on an ancient river and refined by the supreme spirit. It's been passed on to me, which is a bit insulting."

The middle-aged guest nodded and agreed with this sentence. The rickshaw puller is a world-class sword cultivator with a high realm. However, if the sword in his hand is included, it is indeed not suitable.

It's not that he's weak, it's that the sword is too strong. Especially after it was placed in the palace of emperor Xihuang and tempered and cultivated for many years by the national transportation, it's full of vigor.

Silence in the world for thousands of years, today a sword out, is the sword long-term, can split the sky! Since even the sky can split, can not split people? After all, no matter how strong the middle-aged Mr. Zhou is, he dare not compare with heaven.

"If you are strong enough, under this sword, I am dead."

The middle-aged guest turned around and walked away. His body suddenly shook, and his body suddenly opened countless wounds. The blood gushed out like a spring. He dyed all his wide sleeved robes red.

Strong breath. If the sun rises in the East, the fog will disperse around and disappear in a flash.

There was a trace of admiration in the eyes of the coachman. He held the sword and arched his hand Good day, Mr. Zhou. "

Rumbling -

the ground tremors, such as waves crashing on the bank, are forbidden guards in the Imperial Palace, and are rushing to. Walking to the middle-aged guest in the distance, wearing a robe and bathing in blood, he turned around and left. I'm afraid he can't go away.

The two old four claws, the evil Jiao that feeds the body, are now dead, the body is fragmented, only a mess remains.

The air was bloody.

Wang Dazou, who was shaken out, spits blood and is injured but not dead, and other soldiers near the mine, struggled to get up and stared at the scene.

Perhaps I didn't expect that the middle-aged guest who has been so strong and unreasonable has been beheaded in such a situation with one sword. Or, it's complicated inside. I can't figure out why they are still alive.

The coachman took a deep breath, coughed softly in his mouth, and a little blood spattered. When he used the sword just now, he lost a lot. That's all his sword cultivation. He was shaken by it.

If you want to recover, you may have to close for a long time and spend a lot of money. He turns around and taps on the carriage. "Hou ye, the assassin has been killed. You can go up safely."

In the carriage, Qin Huan stared at the door. He looked dignified and could not see any ease. In the palm of his hand, the white jade, which used to be cool, is now hot, like a red stone.

There is nothing in front of me, but I seem to see it. On the respectful face, there are cold eyes.The carriage was quiet, the coachman frowned slightly, and there was a flaw in it, but since it had been found, it was the right thing to do.

At the next moment, the door was smashed, without the surging waves before, and without the supreme momentum of cutting open the sky.

The short sword entered the gate and went straight to Qin Huan's head to cut it off. Its body was dark, as if it was attached to the night between heaven and earth.

It turns out that the coachman is the last chess piece today.

The reason why he killed the middle-aged guest just now is that he knows that although Mr. Zhou is strong, no one can kill Qin Huan today. Because, he took the seal of Wuhou, who was loyal to the west, and this letter has been quietly introduced into the power of incense.

Therefore, the coachman cut out the sword just now, cut off the vitality of the middle-aged guests, and paid a huge price for himself, but also let the short sword Changhe, in this sword, exhausted the Western wasteland national transportation, recover the true appearance, and display the real power of Changhe.

If a sword falls, the incense will be cut off!

Qin Huan's letter of loyalty to Marquis Wu was broken with a sound of "pa". The power of incense was invisible and qualitative, and turned into a bubble.

But now, under normal circumstances, it's the half emperor who can resist the bubble for a moment. In front of the short sword river, it's really fragile as a bubble.

When the sword fell, it was broken. Without any pause, the sword fell to Qin Huan's head. With the sharp edge of the sword, the master could also kill instantly, and the body and the spirit were destroyed, and there was no vitality.

Ding -

with a slight sound, it seems that the blade touches the iron stone, and the driver with the sword suddenly widens his eyes, showing the meaning of shock.

The force of the anti earthquake, like the waves, kept going along his arm and crashing into his chest and abdomen. For a while, the sound of breaking muscle "crackled" kept on.

The hand holding the sword has already become white bone. All flesh and blood are broken and shattered, and then turned into blood mist. He rolled and flew out, took out a talisman, tore up the figure and disappeared.

As for the long river of the dagger, it broke into countless pieces and fell in front of Qin Huan.

However, the broken sword is not sharp, but becomes soft, like a pool of water stains, wrapped with several pieces of broken pieces, and gradually merge with each other.

The sound of killing shocked the sky. It came from afar, not accompanied by exclamation, or the sound of heavy falling to the ground after the weight was hit.

Qin Huan frowned. Standing on the broken carriage, two top-grade horses were shaken into two pools of flesh and mud when the middle-aged man and the coachman hit each other with swords.

The middle-aged guest who had just left was forced to come back again. The crack in his body was like a spring, and the blood didn't need to be spewed out.

After the robe is soaked, it will fall on the ground, leaving a series of bloody footprints everywhere.

But the middle-aged guest still didn't fall down. Even if he became a leaky cow skin bag, he would still throw his hands and feet at the imperial palace guard who rushed up, and his life and death were unknown.

Suddenly, the middle-aged guest sighed and looked up at Qin Huan. His eyes were tired and dim, but he didn't have any fear or unwillingness. Some of them were just helplessness in some peace.

"Loyal to Marquis Wu, I'm going to die, but I promised others that I would go back to see her once and exchange this jade. Can I leave?"

He held up a piece of black jade. It was dark, almost soaked in the blood, but not stained.

Qin Huan looked at the man and nodded, "OK."

The imperial palace guard hesitated a little.

Qin Huan said lightly, "I will bear the consequences." Forbidden guard retreated. The middle-aged guest took a look at Qin Huan, smiled and turned away.

Seeing him spilling blood all the way and going far away, Qin Huan saw a trace of complexity in his eyes.

This man should be the strongest cultivator Qin Huan saw with his own eyes and was destined to die.

Not into the imperial territory, but the distance from that level is limited. Such a character, even willing to be driven, will die in today's night.

Take a breath and calm down. Qin Huan jumped out of the carriage and walked on with blood.