Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 890: Fatal Knife

Liu Jishan stared at the mural, then suddenly flew up again.

When he came down again, there was a piece of talisman paper in his palm.

The talisman paper was very small, only three fingers wide. He spread it out in his palm, glanced at it quickly, and his expression changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xi took it suspiciously and was stunned. He saw small cinnabar characters, dark red like blood -

"Drive my soul away, and wish for rebirth. Shen Yuqing and Gu Mingli pay their respects to me on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

She stared at the talisman for a long time without reacting.

The mysterious talisman paper, the strange arrows, no matter which one, all push the evidence to one conclusion: the death of the queen is closely related to Shen Yuqing!

"Awei..." Liu Jishan spoke with difficulty, "Actually, your mother..." He had only said half of the sentence when he suddenly heard the wind blowing in his ears.

"No! There's an ambush!"

He shouted in a low voice and grabbed Zhao Xiwei's shoulders: "Let's go!"

All obstacles on the road had been cleared when they came, and all the people in the temple were knocked down by the incense. The ambush was definitely not in the mountains, but came from outside the city.

The enemy came with great force, the ground was shaking, and it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping.

But Liu Jishan was an expert in martial arts, with superb martial arts skills. He could grab a person with one hand and walk over sand and rocks as if he were walking on flat ground, and in a flash he had already rushed down the mountain.

However, just as I exhaled...

A cold wind blew past my ears, bringing with it a murderous aura.

Experts are closing in from all sides.

"Swish--" Liu Jishan unsheathed his sword and protected Zhao Xiwei behind him in a protective posture.

Zhao Xiwei held his breath and looked across.

The narrow stone path was like a white silk ribbon, winding in the dark night. At the mountain gate at the end of the stone path, soldiers in black clothes and white swords were standing in formation.

The black clothes reflected the night sky, the white blades shone with cold light, and dozens of masked masters set up a dragnet, waiting for the prey to come.

"What a coincidence." The leader wore a veiled hat with a rolled-up black veil, revealing the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Zhao Xiwei, we meet again."

Zhao Xi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him warily.

"What? You don't recognize me?" He chuckled, pinched the brim of his hat with one hand, and then lifted it up. The black gauze hat flipped in the air and hung lightly on the treetop.

"Prince Jin——?" Liu Jishan frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Li Chengfeng did not answer, but just looked at Zhao Xiwei with a wicked smile, and said: "Should I call you sister-in-law? Or sister? Or -" He curled his lips and smiled coldly, "Enemy?"

"His biological mother is Pei Cairen." Liu Jishan protected Zhao Xiwei and retreated, not forgetting to explain the situation, "Pei Cairen died suddenly, it seems that he came here to seek revenge."

"Seeking revenge?"

"You killed my mother and destroyed the evidence." Li Chengfeng fluttered his sleeves and walked slowly towards him. The masters behind him followed closely, surrounded by cold murderous aura, and their swords were only a few inches away.

"Your Majesty, my good brother, has pardoned your death sentence out of personal preference." He ignored Liu Jishan's sword and stopped just beside her. "He can let you go, but I can't!"

"Li Chengfeng!" Liu Jishan raised his sword and warned, "Don't be rude!"

"Clang!" There was a loud bang, and the black-clad killer struck down with a knife. Sparks splashed everywhere, and Liu Jishan felt his arm go numb, and the sword actually trembled.

“You guys…” Liu Jishan raised his eyes in fear, “Death Sword!?”

Li Chengfeng obviously didn't want to say more to him, so he just smiled silently. The killers moved closer and trapped the two of them in the middle.

Zhao Xi pinched his palms, feeling a little nervous. Liu Jishan's martial arts were unparalleled, and he could walk through the mountains and dark rooms as if he was in an empty space.

But at this time she could clearly feel that Liu Jishan's internal strength was being suppressed.

His arms were across her body, in a protective gesture, but she knew that his arms were stiff!

After that shock just now, his hands could no longer move.

Zhao Xiwei didn't know martial arts, and she didn't know Liu Jishan's moves, but just by feeling, she could conclude that Liu Jishan's internal strength must have been damaged...

Liu Jishan was unable to fight back, so there was no need to hope for reinforcements - Liu Yiyi and a group of other female disciples might have been dealt with by them long ago.

Seeing their shock, Li Chengfeng laughed and said, "Senior Liu has a good eye! I have been wandering among the people for many years and have quite a few connections. By the way, I haven't told you yet--"

"The most elite assassin organization in the martial arts world, Jueminglou, has a life-or-death relationship with me." His smile faded, "Liu Jishan, you can't protect her."

"Tomorrow is the day my mother will be buried. Tonight, I will take her head and bury it with my mother!"

Liu Jishan's fingers made a "crackling" sound, but before he could make a move, the men in black raised their hands together and strong winds suddenly blew from all directions, almost making him retreat.

Li Chengfeng had one hand behind his back, his posture was elegant and graceful, but the murderous intent in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger: "I said, I will kill her tonight, no one can stop me." He smiled again, "I know you are very good at kung fu, so I asked someone to seal your internal energy first."

Liu Jishan gritted his teeth.

Zhao Xiwei could feel him adjusting his internal strength in secret, but he was obviously unable to do so under the siege of more than a dozen desperate assassins.

Li Chengfeng drew out his sword and wiped the blade with his fingers: "Your female disciples are all in my hands. If you insist on going against me, I don't mind killing them as well. Senior Liu, I believe you don't want to see this kind of tragedy, right?"

Zhao Xi bit her lip and glanced around.

There were many experts surrounding them.

However, Liu Jishan's internal strength was sealed and he had no way to attack.

I definitely can't win by fighting hard...

But, is it just going to be such an unclear death?

Li Chengfeng was smiling from beginning to end. He said cheerfully, "Zhao Xiwei, I know why you came up the mountain tonight. Let me guess. You knocked down everyone in the temple in order to steal the talisman in the secret room, right?"

Zhao Xiwei suddenly raised his eyes.

Seeing the disbelief on her face, he raised his head and smiled again, "If Liu Jishan can ask the world, I can do the same!"

After laughing, he raised his sleeves and suddenly pointed his sword at Zhao Xiwei: "Zhao Xiwei!"

He shouted loudly, "If Li Xuanye saw that talisman, do you think our soft-hearted new emperor would want to kill you even more than I do?"

The cold tip of the sword was pointed at his throat, and Zhao Xi pursed his lips slightly.

It's a matter of life and death. It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

"Your Majesty is really sentimental." Li Chengfeng sneered, "You can be pardoned for not avenging your mother. But I can't." He exerted force on his wrist and pushed the tip of the sword forward, "The murderer of my mother should be killed with my own hands!"

A tingling pain came from his neck, and at this moment, Liu Jishan's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Senior Liu, your internal energy is sealed. If you force yourself to circulate it, you will die suddenly."

Zhao Xiwei's heart ached.

  Before he could say anything, Li Chengfeng suddenly flipped his wrist!

The cold light came towards her, making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.