I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 43
Turned over and admitted to the hospital.

Dodge patrolling guards.

He touched the periphery of the backyard of Jing'an Hou Mansion.

Just as the old man was about to go in, the soul banner in his arms trembled slightly.

"You are here again."

In the shadows, a big man stood in front of the old man holding a long knife.

"It actually broke through from the bone forging state to refining the viscera." The big man's voice was full of surprise and admiration.

The big man looked at the man in black.

It can be seen from his body shape and eyes that this person is no longer young.

There are deep wrinkles around the eyes.

It's just that those eyes were cloudy at first, but now they look like blazing flames.

It is a miracle for any martial arts practitioner to be able to break through refining viscera when the qi and blood are declining with an old body.

It is admirable.

However, if this person wants to enter the Hou Mansion to do evil, Xue Yi will never agree.

Hold down the waist knife to the old man, and face the big man.

He recognized this person, Xue Yi, the guard leader of Jing'an Hou Wen's family.

Even the prince respects this man.

For some unknown reason, he joined the Hou Mansion and became the guard of the Hou Mansion.

In the past, the old man didn't think much of it, but now that he has broken through the refining state, he finds that this person's aura is calm, which is rare.

He didn't speak to the old man.

He had spoken to Xue Yi before, if he spoke again, the other party might hear his true identity from his voice.

"Retreat quickly, and you can pretend that nothing happened, if you insist on breaking in."

"Today, you will save your life."

Xue Yi held the long knife and looked directly at the old man.

The face of the old man hidden under the black veil was a little more ferocious.

retreat?
He already has the determination to die, how can he retreat.

The bluestone under his feet cracked.

He drew his waist knife to the old man and went straight to Xue Yi.

Xue Yi frowned, clenched his long knife and greeted him.

"boom."

The light hits.

The waist knife and the long knife knocked out a series of sparks.

At the same time as the internal air surged.

With a bang, two knives slashed across.

To the old man's waist, the knife is critical.

There is no flaw in the sword technique of hundreds of battles.

But after all, he was holding the knife in his left arm, and his strength was insufficient, so he fell into the inferior position after all.

At the beginning, he can still compete, but after a long time, he will definitely fall into a disadvantage.

With the decline of qi and blood, the confrontation of strength is also gradually exhausted.

The old man's saber technique is fast, precise and ruthless, but Xue Yi is different, he is powerful and heavy, as if he can split mountains and crack earth.

The knife is three fingers wide and about six feet long, wide open and closed.

Like a warrior on the battlefield.

Tu Shanjun in the banner shook his head slightly, defeating the old man.

Xue Yi's saber technique is straight forward, it is a battlefield saber.

But it can't help that people are young, and they entered the period of visceral refining earlier.

At the age of 40, the vitality of the whole body is at its peak, unlike the old man Xiang, who is in his fifties, and the vitality has begun to decline.

The old man Xiang with the sword in his left hand will be defeated in a short time.

"Hundred Fighting Knife for Embroidered Clothes."

"You are from the Embroidered Clothes Guard."

"Could it be that they can't sit still anymore and want to harm the prince." Xue Yi shook his neck, warming up was okay, and it was almost time to end.

Xiang the old man's wrist trembled slightly, and he suddenly laughed miserably.

Too weak.

too weak!

Even if he is in the viscera refining environment, it seems that he can't take revenge.

Tu Shanjun felt too anxious to the old man.

If he can practice Ming Linggong, become a Qi trainer, and use mana to summon him, there is no one here who is his enemy.

Even the so-called immortal teacher in the worship building is nothing more than a chicken and a dog.

But Mr. Tu Shan knew he couldn't persuade him.

Just as he couldn't persuade Li Qingfeng at all, now he can't persuade old man Xiang either.

"Boom."

The blade of the knife slapped heavily on the old man's body.

He flew upside down and fell to the ground, spitting blood out of his mouth, his face suddenly pale.

The black face scarf on his face was directly knocked off because of the blood spurting out, revealing his true face.

Although the moonlight was very pale, Xue Yi still saw the old man's face.

"Xiang Baihu?"

While Xue Yi was surprised, there was surprise in his voice.

"It's you!"

Supporting the old man to get up, he clenched the waist knife in his hand.

"You are here to see Shizi, I heard that you have been here."

"I didn't expect you to break through refining the dirty." The tension just now disappeared in an instant, and Xue Yi seemed to be very happy with the arrival of the old man.

The old man was also a little surprised.

He didn't come to see the prince, he came to avenge the murder.

But having already talked about this, he can only bite the bullet and go down the donkey.

Originally thought that Xue Yi and Shizi were just acquaintances.

It seems that the situation is different now, Xue Yi seems to be very concerned about the safety of the son.

"That's right, the Hou's Mansion is blocked, so I can only do something wrong," replied the old man.

"I thought Commander Xue." The old man Xiang didn't say anything more, but the expressions on his face all showed that he was worried that Xue Yi was just a guard, neutral in these things, and might prevent him from entering the Hou's residence.

Xue Yi laughed: "I am Shizi's swordsman instructor."

The master-student relationship is indeed extraordinary, although the teaching status of the rich family is not as good as that of the master.

But Xue Yi is different, he is a first-class viscera refining master.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find Shizi."

Xue Yi just retracted his knife so generously and turned around to lead the way to the old man.

The entire back is exposed to the view of the old man.

As long as he made a sneak attack on the old man, Xue Yi would either be killed or injured, and he would have to be seriously injured.

As long as Xue Yi is dead, no one in the entire palace can stop him, a top-notch expert in refining viscera.

The old man clenched his waist knife tightly, but he didn't make a move after all.

The prince had saved his life before, if he killed Xue Yi, the prince would really have nothing to rely on in the future.

With a broken leg and no support, you will die.

In fact, since the man broke his leg, there was no possibility of medical treatment, so he was no longer a prince.

There are healthy brothers, the old master will definitely consider those people.

This is also the reason why Erfang suddenly became hardened.

Xue Yi was always watching the old man Xiang.

Turning his back on him was actually a test in itself.

If he attacked the old man, he would definitely not take the old man to find the prince, but would kill him instead.

Fortunately, the old man didn't do anything.

"There are so many mountains and rivers, there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright." Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly.

I didn't expect that in such a disadvantageous situation, there would be a way out.

The two came to a hut with twists and turns.

There is no one guarding the place, and the courtyard is dilapidated and remote.

Pushing open the door, the old man smelled a strong smell of medicine, only Shizi's valet was busy.

"Is the prince resting?"

"Not yet."

The servant hurriedly closed the courtyard door and invited the two of them in.

"My lord, look who I brought here." Xue Yi lowered his voice.

"Master Xue."

The young man lying on the bed struggled to get up.

As the two approached the bed, the young man also saw the old man beside Xue Yi.

"Xiang Baihu?"

"Humble position Xianghu, I have seen the prince." Salute to the old man.

With disbelief in his eyes.

He thought the injury would be serious, but he didn't expect it to be this serious.

The whole leg could barely move.

"I am no longer the prince." Wen Yue looked downcast.

When he knew that his whole leg was useless, he almost went crazy.

Not only was the hereditary name removed, but also the position of deputy commander of the Army and Horse Division was taken away, and everything around him seemed to be far away from him.

Only the knife master is still by his side.

Because of this, other people in the family have not attacked him yet.

But there is no guarantee that those who have offended before will not get worse.

People in the palace no longer communicate, and all the things he has mastered have been transferred out, and there is still the risk of being used to make a fuss.

He is crippled, but not dead.

There is no action now, just waiting and watching.

Wen Yue asked, "How are you doing?"

There was worry in the voice.

When he falls, many people will follow him, and even lose their heads.

He opened his mouth to the old man.

Not only him, but all the people from Wen Yue's faction did not end well.

The stubborn one was beheaded for a reason, while the gentle one chose to protect himself and abdicate to the virtuous.

Others turned to the new deputy commander.

The former majesty has become a yellow flower.

Regardless of telling the old man, Wen Yue also understood that without his support, people in his faction would be liquidated.

When you are an official, who doesn't form cliques?

The emperor also has royalists.

The last thing that ushered in was the liquidation.

Now that he is an official, he is not only considering himself, but also his followers.

Tu Shanjun was quite emotional, when he used to watch movies and TV dramas.

Those who followed like a cloud directly declared that they would not be the emperor and would not fight the country.

An angry Tu Shanjun jumped.

They quit working as shopkeepers, either living in seclusion, or angry horses in fresh clothes.

Those followers are not that capable, all they are waiting for is to be liquidated.

It is simply irresponsible for human life.

The bloody reality tells him that if he does not fight to the end, there is only one dead end.

Just like now.

(End of this chapter)