They all want to kill me

Chapter 263 One Sword Suppresses the Sky
"You don't even have the right to die in my hands." Li Shuhong smiled slightly, "As for what I did to you? It's very simple. I put a lock in your body, and you can feel the foundation of your cultivation. Realm strength, but you can't use any strength. Now you are like an ordinary person who has never practiced."

It would be too cheap for Li Shuhong to kill him directly.

Now what Li Shuhong wants to bring him is absolute fear, the fear that he makes up for himself.

Yes, he was fearless in the past, taking the suffering of the people as his own pleasure.

Because he knew that the common people really couldn't do anything to him, and even needed Da Zhou's protection.

But now he is just an ordinary person, so what?

What Li Shuhong wants is his fear, but of course he won't let him survive tonight.

Lu Jin, this kid. Li Shuhong has already given him a chance, it's up to him whether he can seize it.

As for the "Sword God" Gu Liangyu
Li Shuhong looked at him, "You can die by my hands."

Gu Liangyu subconsciously took half a step back, but it was only half a step back.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Gu—"

But it was too late.

The crimson glazed flower of the past has already bloomed in his eyes.

Ding--!
The gods and soldiers clashed, and the lingering sound continued.

One person stood where he was, while the other stepped back a few feet.

This person was dressed in black and held a silver divine sword. He was Fang Qiubai, the "Sword Master" who was born in the Spring and Autumn Sword Pavilion.

Seeing Li Shuhong raised his head, he said coldly: "Gu Liangyu is my target. If I win, he will die without your Excellency taking action. If I lose, then your Excellency will not be too late to kill him."

He glanced around and saw that dozens of congenital experts had come to the palace at this moment.

And at this moment, seventeen or eight of them were locked on the blue-clothed swordsman.

There are also some masters whose aura is locked on these big inner masters.

Besides Ling Zhouqing and the others, there was another person.

Li Shuhong glanced out of the corner of his eye, and then suddenly realized.

It was a down-and-out middle-aged man with graying hair but complex eyes and an unshaven beard.

Li Shuhong was very familiar with this face.

The old man of Jindaomen, Zhu Gouzi.

Now he is not the old man with the golden knife, but he is already innate.

It just belongs to the weaker innate.

it's him
But Li Shuhong is not in a good mood now, so he has no time to talk to him about the old days.

It's just that Li Shuhong glanced at Li Shuhong and looked away.

Now the eyes of dozens of innate masters are focused on him, and the murderous intent of nearly twenty innate masters have locked on him.

The murderous intent is full and ready to go.

But Li Shuhong just said a word casually as if he was strolling in the courtyard.

"It's not necessary. Sword God? Sword Master? Oh, and those Xiaoxiao.

"Let's go up together! Don't be afraid!"

As soon as the words fell, those dozens of innate masters shot all over his body at the same time!

And at this very moment!The whole world seemed to stand still!
There was no other sound in anyone's ears.

锃!
They only heard a sword cry!
Then, it was that person's voice.

"Five Falling Rivers of Swords."

Perhaps, this is also the last voice heard by many innate masters present in this lifetime.

"On that day, a heavy rain and thunder came to the world in the capital! It is said that those were the tears that God left when he saw that the people's livelihood in the Zhou Dynasty was withered, and the people had no food and clothing! And the thunder that came to the world was the punishment of the emperor. !
"This God is naturally a generation older than the emperor! I heard that the emperor was chopped into coke by Lei Ting and his princes who hated ghosts on the spot! Fortunately, our life is not to die. The Fourth Prince, who was only nine years old, succeeded to the throne and issued an edict of guilt to the Lord, and the Lord only took back the heavy rain that fell for three consecutive days on this day!"

As soon as the wake-up wood sounded, the old storyteller served tea to moisten his throat.

But there were people in the audience who came to have a drink and laughed and said, "Is what you said true or false, old man? Then the old emperor was really struck to death by the heavenly thunder?"

"Of course not."

The old man slapped the wood again, "You all heroes must know that the sword god and sword master will fight to the death on the top of the imperial city on the night of the full moon, right?"

"Of course I know." Someone shouted, "Old man! You clearly said yesterday that today you will talk about the decisive battle at the top of the imperial city! Isn't it right now?"

The old storyteller was also not angry, "No, no, it's because the Sword God and Sword Master didn't decide the winner that day."

"Oh?" Mentioning this kind of thing is what martial arts people like to hear the most. Someone cheered up and asked, "Could it be that the sword god and sword master are tied?"

The old man shook his head, "No, in fact, the sword god and sword master joined forces to fight against the enemy. Besides the two of them, there were more than ten masters who joined forces to besiege that one."

"How is that possible!" A hero from the rivers and lakes sneered, "The old man will cheat people, and the two of them join forces? Let alone whether the two will join forces, so what if they join forces? One person is not the enemy of the two of them together. Not to mention there are more than ten martial arts masters!"

"Heh, why is this old man cheating people? What's more, what if they joined forces? That one hit the sword master hard and killed the sword god and even the dozen or so grandmasters with just one move!"

The old storyteller stroked his beard and sneered, "What do you think the thunder was that day?"

"Could it be the Nine Heavens God Thunder that you always said you always said?!" Someone was shocked, "But who can defeat so many legends in the world with one move? Wait! Could it be."

He seems to have thought of it.

In other words, many heroes in this restaurant have thought of one person.

"That's right!" The old storyteller patted Xingmu, "It's that 'Eternal Wushuang Celestial Immortal'!"

"hiss--!"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The legendary exiled immortal descended from the nine heavens has always existed only in the legends of the people.

In addition to the records in the Tianbang, his legends are spread everywhere in the Jianghu.

Some people dare not reveal their identities after doing great things, and often claim that they are exiled immortals who went down to earth to save the people in distress.

There are many people who think that there are no exiled immortals in this world.

The reason why this person is number one in the Tianbang is that Tianji Pavilion dare not presumptuously define himself as number one in the world.

But today I never thought, this person really exists?
"That's not right!" Someone objected, "It is said that the exiled immortal even helped the patriarchs of the Three Religions to found a sect that day. Can't live for a thousand years?"

"Hey! Maybe it's not a Banished Immortal! The Banished Immortal is just a congratulatory sign! Seriously, you lose!"

"However, it is true that there is no rumor about who will win the sword god and sword master, and the old emperor is indeed dead. If you know it, you must not say it, and if you don't know it, you can only guess."

"Old man! Let's talk quickly! I'll give you a big reward!"

The old man smiled and was not angry, but went on talking.

This one refers to the head of the willow on the moon.

All the restaurants and inns were closed, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes also dispersed.

The old man did not leave after packing up his things, but went to the only remaining guest at the table by the window in the house and knelt down with a plop.

"I've followed the orders of the Immortal! I beg the Immortal to spare me!"

Who do you know at that table?

It's just a man in green shirt, a man in black, a scholar, a Buddha, a Taoist priest, a butcher, and a young man.

(End of this chapter)