wicked immortal

The Empress Dowager looked mournful, glanced at the corpse on the ground, hid the black dagger in her sleeve, ignored the corpse in the pool of blood on the ground, left the room, and returned to the emperor's coffin to sit quietly.

That is, when the Empress Dowager was in a daze beside the emperor's coffin, Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi sneaked out of the palace.

In order to ensure the safety of the two princesses, General Chang Kong dispatched two generals, Silver Armored God and Black Faced God, to accompany them.

The four heavenly gods are extremely respected in the Great Qin Empire. General Chang Kong asked two of them to protect the two princesses. The importance of the two princesses can be seen now.

When Wan Ling'er walked into the living room and saw the silver-armored gods and black-faced gods standing like iron towers standing on Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi, she was dumbfounded.

Even if Wan Ling'er was extremely courageous, she did not dare to challenge the majesty of the two generals.

At this moment, Wan Ling'er regretted it to death. If Mingri Mingyue was here, her pressure would be much less. What's worse, the two sisters of Mingri Mingyue had already gone to Baihualou to sit in charge.At this time, Wan Ling'er realized that the two sisters, Mingri and Mingyue, are not useless, at least they can stand behind them to support the scene.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuan was behind Wan Ling'er, which made Wan Ling'er comfort herself.

"Hello, Sister Ling'er." Wan'er has been bullied by Wan Ling'er for a long time, and there is no princess's arrogance between her brows.

"Okay...okay..." Wan Linger felt that she was stared at by the majestic eyes of the two gods all the time, felt her scalp explode, and turned to look at Zhao Yuan behind her from time to time.

Wan Ling'er didn't know, Zhao Yuan was also complaining secretly now, because when he entered the living room, the black-faced god stared at him from beginning to end, and there was a meaningful smile in those lantern-like eyes, And this smile made Zhao Yuan's scalp tingle.

Why didn't the Sledgehammer God come?

Zhao Yuan could only howl inwardly. You know, the grievances and resentments between him and the Black-faced God date back to Jiepai Xiongguan. At the beginning, he and the two sisters, Mingri and Mingyue, not only caused chaos in the mansion of the Black-faced God, but also A large section of the city wall was blown up, and the black-backed long sword of the black-faced god is still on Zhao Yuan's body.

If there were cracks in the ground, Zhao Yuan would have escaped through the cracks.

"Tell me, why do you want to see us?" Princess Qiqi sat on the chair, with a dignified appearance between her brows.

"Ahem...they..." Wan Ling'er smiled awkwardly, and glanced at the black-faced god and the silver-armored god.

"You guys go out first." Princess Qiqi said indifferently with an extraordinary bearing.

"Princess, please allow me to deal with some private matters first." The black-faced god took a step forward and bowed to Princess Qiqi and Princess Wan'er in a salute, neither humble nor overbearing.

"...Okay." Princess Qiqi was stunned for a moment, she didn't know the kindness and resentment between the black-faced god and Zhao Yuan, but of course, she would not disgrace the black-faced god, and nodded in agreement.

"Zhao Yuan, do you still remember this general?!" The iron tower-like body of the black-faced god turned around and looked down at Zhao Yuan.

"The general let the villain go, and the villain will always remember it in his heart." Zhao Yuan said in a low voice.

"Really?" the black-faced god said lightly.

"Cough cough cough... General, Mr. Zhao was young and ignorant back then, so please ask the general to make a lot of it, don't..."

"Where's my knife?" The black-faced god interrupted Zhao Yuan.

"This... this..." Zhao Yuan stammered and was at a loss.

"Knife!" The black-faced god stretched out his palm like a cattail fan.

"This...sword...is somewhat..." Zhao Yuan had no choice but to call out the black-backed long sword with a severed head, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

"give me!"

Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the decapitated long knife to the black-faced god.

Zhao Yuan's actions made Wan Ling'er extremely nervous, at some point, she had already pinched a handful of talisman in her hand, and if Zhao Yuan had any troubles, she would immediately explode and hurt others.

It didn't matter that Wan Ling'er took out the talisman, but it surprised the two princesses, Wan'er and Qiqi, who stood up together, looking as if they were about to run for their lives at any time.

The looks of Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi made the silver-armored god standing behind them nervous. He could clearly feel that the two princesses who were flattered or humiliated suddenly became nervous, so he had to concentrate on guarding against sudden surprises. event.

Yinjia Tianshen knew that almost everyone who came into contact with Wan Ling'er was gutted by her.

In the living room, swords suddenly became tense.

Unaware of the tense atmosphere around him, the black-faced god took over the severed black-backed long knife, and there was a long silence.

"General, I'm sorry." Zhao Yuan bowed, he has always felt guilty for the black-faced god.

"These years, it's not easy for you!" The black-faced god gently stroked the uneven, pitted blade, and sighed. Just from the wet blade, he could feel the battle that the blade experienced. How cruel.

This black-backed long knife has experienced countless bloody battles in Zhao Yuan's hands, and it is no longer as smooth as it used to be. After the streamlined knife head was broken, it lost its sharp edge, but there was an extra strand of it that made people feel ashamed. The murderous aura of heart palpitations shows that Zhao Yuan has been fighting to the death all these years.

At this time, the black-backed long knife is like a history book, it records every glorious battle of Zhao Yuan.

All the people who were beheaded by the black-backed long knife were famous in the cultivation world.

Lunaro the Wolf of the Prairie.

Eunuch Wu and two practitioners.

Assassinate the slave Zuo Xianwang.

Assassin slave Shan Yuwang.

Huping Shanliu Xiaotian...

……

The number of people who died under the black-backed long knife was not one thousand, but eight hundred.Of course, this is just the guesswork of the black-faced god. In fact, the number of lives that died under the black-backed long sword has already exceeded ten thousand. Moreover, there are countless masters that no one knows, such as the dragon character of Hua Yunzong. Disciples, as well as the senior brother of Fanjingmen and others...

"This knife has achieved nothing in my hands, but it has flourished in your hands and is famous all over the world." The black-faced god gently stroked the scarred blade with a pair of big hands, and felt mixed feelings for a moment.

"General..."

"Zhao Yuan, you have not insulted this good knife. Take it. Today, I will officially present this long knife to you. I hope you can continue to practice it again and again, making it a peerless famous knife!"

The black-faced god held the black-backed long knife in both hands, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Thank you, General." Zhao Yuan quickly took the saber with both hands, with a respectful expression on his face.

"Okay, today, it's the general's heart disease."

The black-faced god gestured to the silver-armored god, and strode out of the living room.Yinjia Tianshen glanced at Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, hesitated for a moment, and followed the black-faced Tianshen out.

The two great gods were waiting outside without mentioning it.

Speaking of Wan Linger, after seeing a god who was as majestic as an iron tower go out, he was immediately relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's my turn to sit." Wan Ling'er went to the chair and sat down on her own.

"Sister Ling'er, it's a very difficult time for us to leave the palace. If you have something to say, let's talk quickly, we can't stay for long." Princess Wan'er said.

"Zhao Yuan missed you..." Wan Ling'er stopped abruptly as soon as she spoke, she didn't know why she said such a sentence inexplicably.

"Ah...really?" Wan'er blushed and looked at Zhao Yuan shyly.