Lord of Time!

Chapter 131 There is a way to heaven, but there is no way to hell

"Hurry up and save the magistrate, he is in the backyard."

The Prefect Pei in front of him no longer had the composure and composure he had before. At the time of life and death, his big round face, which was so frightened and pale as snow, turned red miraculously.

"I'm a fake, do you know the fake? The assassin is currently assassinating the real prefect, and it's at stake right now."

Chen Ping's eyes were slightly cold.

I cursed in my heart... Can there still be trust between people?

He thought about it, and immediately understood what was going on.

The Prefect Pei in front of him should be a double, a bait.

As for himself and Han Xiaoru, they are human shields, and their main task is to fight the assassin desperately.

Create opportunities for Shang Yinzhang, Pei Zixing and others...

The abacus is clinking, it is.

Unexpectedly, the assassin did not play cards according to common sense, playing here and there.

[Huanxinjian] Maybe he didn't find out about the real and fake prefect, maybe he wanted to assassinate the family members of the mansion to mobilize the defense force, and then find an opportunity to assassinate.

Really powerful assassins are like this... attacking the unprepared, scaring the snake, leading the snake out of the hole, encircling Wei and saving Zhao, etc. The strategies are used very smoothly, which is not so strange.

Those assassins with a single-minded mind who only know how to punch and dash are probably already dead.

But in this way, the True Prefect can no longer hide.

Then, there is tragedy.

The assassin may have eyes, but the sword in his hand does not have eyes, so if he kills indiscriminately, he will kill the prefect.

Chen Ping glanced at the fake magistrate strangely.

Thanks to my admiration for your awe-inspiring righteousness before, it turns out that you are the son of the Pei family, a well-prepared stand-in for the dead.

Even the Dali dynasty owes you a little golden man, who acts more like the real magistrate.

……

"Why don't you guys go?"

The false magistrate was so anxious that beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Seemingly realizing that Chen Ping and Han Xiaoru's expressions were not right, he suddenly turned his head to look while his heart sank.

Through the small window at the back of the study, through the sparse branches and leaves of flowers and trees, one can see a round object rising into the sky, with blood spraying.

The round object flew into the air and stopped for a while.

Several people could see clearly, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a face like a full moon.

In those eyes, shock, puzzlement, fear and despair remained.

All expressions froze in an instant.

"It's too late."

Chen Ping sighed.

Then I saw Pei Zixing yell violently, and a thick gold and jade brilliance burst out of his body suddenly.

"Punish evil..."

He slashed down with his sword, and there were faint voices of students reciting in all directions, making people feel like they were back in the Shushu school.

Even if he was a little far away from that majestic and fierce aura, Chen Ping couldn't help but vibrate slightly.

There is quite a kind of majestic power to cleanse all evils and suppress foreign demons.

The golden and jade profound light had just erupted when it was interrupted by the howling sound of sword chant.

A ray of green light, like mist and smoke, moved back and forth, and someone could hear a sharp laugh in his ears: "Zhu Xie, who can you kill? In swordsmanship competition, strength is the most important thing, and speed is the best thing. That's all."

The voice did not fall.

With a bang.

There was a clanging sound when the two swords collided.

Blood light was flying, and an arm flew up obliquely together with the long sword.

He saw Pei Zixing in an eighth-rank official uniform with disheveled long beard and pale face... His figure was thrown backwards, breaking three flower trees.

And the figure with the blood-eyed mask followed closely like a shadow.

Rising and falling beside him was a middle-aged man in black and red clothes with a silver badge and jade seal on his waist.

It is the Shang Yinzhang.

A weapon that looked like a hook and a sword in his hand stopped the assassin.

Exhausting all kinds of means, locking and holding, making dangerous moves, and attacking in close quarters is exquisite.

However, in Chen Ping's view, his cultivation was obviously weaker than that of the blood-eyed assassin Huanxinjian.

Every time, under the clash of the sword and the hook, his shots would be slightly slower.

If the two were one-on-one and confronted head-on, within ten moves, they would die in the hands of the assassin.

The key problem still lies in Huanxinjian's strange sword technique. He made strange noises from his mouth, combined with sword whistling and long chants, which made people upset and dazzled.

As his opponent, Shang Yinzhang was harassed by this strange sound, and he spent less than [-]% to [-]% of the cost.

Not to mention that his true qi cultivation is not as good as the opponent's.

Therefore, when they fight, they will feel aggrieved, and there is no hope of winning at all.

It's no wonder that this blood-eyed assassin acted so "fairly and aboveboard" that he was able to kill famous masters who were ranked in the local rankings.

Indeed, he has an extraordinary art career.

"That's the Suoyuan Hook. Shang Yinzhang 81 Hand Suoyuan Sealing Vessel is used in the hook. It has locked more than ten congenital bandits and thieves, and has a great reputation in Xingqing Mansion.

But he didn't expect that he still couldn't stop the fierce power of the blood-eyed assassin. Han Xiaoru exclaimed, "Aren't we going to help?" "

"Help for what? We have a mission, and Governor Lang personally pointed out this [Lord Prefect] to entrust him. If he can protect him, he will be considered as completing the mission."

"Isn't he fake?" Han Xiaoru laughed out loud.

Although it was a bit out of date, she still couldn't hold back.

"When the truth is false, the false is also true." Chen Pingruo said meaningfully.

The strange thing is that the false magistrate, who was so anxious just now, didn't say a word at this time, and didn't speak anymore.

So, Han Xiaoru understood the truth.

That's right, the task the two of them accepted was to protect the magistrate.

Is it fake or not, what does it matter?
If you leave the "target", go catch the assassin on your own.

In the end, the opponent returned the horse with a sword and killed the "target"... Who is to blame for the failure of the mission, and is there any reward?

Does Pei Zixing's promise still count?

The problem is here.

The real magistrate is dead, and he played around with himself.

The other party can say that the two of them in the Hunyuan Martial Arts School didn't play any role at all, and they didn't try their best.

Therefore, the reward after the event will not be given...

This is also true.

They don't care if there is a low-level mistake, whether there is something wrong with their own plan.

It can't be the time, go grab the reward yourself.

Not to mention whether you can grab it or not, if you say it is not right, your words will not go well.

For example, no one is holding a tiger's skin behind you, and you say that you will be the captain of Xuanwuwei, who will believe it?

"Chen Shaoxia, this time I was the one who was wrong, the matter has come to an end, the most important thing is to kill this beast and get revenge.

As long as you do your best to help, the previous promise will pay off. "

Pei Zixing fell to the ground and bounced back up again.

However, at this time, his energy was scattered, his right arm was cut off, and his long sword fell.His aura of righteousness was also frustrated by the sharp wind, and he was no longer in a state of arrogance.

With his remaining left arm, he groped from his bosom, took out a golden vial, and threw it over: "This is Qingling Liquid, please Brother Chen, for the sake of millions of people in Xingqing, save the magistrate's yamen."

At this time, Shangzheng, the head catcher of Yinzhang, has a set of lock element hooks to lock the wind and lock the moon, which can't lock anything.

Being suppressed by the sword light of the Huanxin Sword, he was already in danger, and two streaks of blood had already been drawn on his body.

Pei Zixing obviously understood.

If Shang Yinzhang is killed, then it will be his turn.

This assassin does whatever he wants, and no one knows what he will do.

If it is not done well, the magistrate's yamen will be killed.

I remember that three months ago, in the battle where Mr. Yuan died, all the children, wives and concubines in the family were beheaded, and the reason was that the blood-eyed assassin didn't enjoy himself in killing.

As for the two disciples of the Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall, logically speaking, they are protecting the magistrate's substitute, and no matter what, they will immediately fall into a deadly battle.

But what was off the charts was that the assassin just tried a little, and immediately stayed away from the study, and instead rushed to the left and right wing rooms and the backyard to kill.

It's impossible for this assassin to know the foresight. He must have discovered that the prefect of the study is a substitute.

On this point, even if Pei Zixing was killed, he would not believe it.

It is absolutely impossible for such a plan that only three or four people know about it to leak information.

Since the assassin didn't know that the target in the study room was fake.

Then, the only reason is that in the study room, there is an existence that assassins are extremely afraid of.

Let him not dare to be presumptuous.

I would rather rush left and right, but also draw the attention of that person in the study, let the other party chase him out, so that he can find a chance to strike...

Ironically, isn't this just the excuse I said earlier.

At this moment, Pei Zixing was so regretful that he wanted to vomit blood.

If I had known this, why did I have to?

Wouldn't it be good for two people from the Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall to guard the magistrate, and a few of them join forces?

He just thinks he can do it, and plays a lot of tricks.

It's fucked up.

Pei Zixing's right arm was cut off at this time, and after being hit by the cruel reality, his mind became clear instead.

Obviously saw the key to breaking the game, and understood who is the real savior.

With a flash, Chen Ping stepped out of the window, stretched out his hand slightly, and caught the golden vial.

He opened the vial and sniffed it, only to find the strange fragrance pungent and refreshing.

It's like drinking a bowl of iced sour plum soup on a hot dog day, and the pores of the whole body are stretched...

"good stuff."

Putting the bottle cap back on and putting it in his pocket, Chen Ping smiled all over his face: "What is the governor talking about? It's a matter of trust and loyalty.

Hit whoever you say you want to hit, and protect whoever you say you want to protect, as it should be. "

Although he spoke slowly, his actions were not slow at all.

The long sword was unsheathed, and amidst the clanging sound, his figure was already like a spring swallow sweeping the wave, drawing a graceful arc, and rushed straight to the top of the confrontation between Shang Yinzhang and Huanxinjian.

Body in mid-air, chest in, back out, waist stretched...

The crouched body first bent into an anti-bow shape, then suddenly stretched out, and the sword slashed downward with the sound of rumbling wind and thunder.

[determining yin and yang]
A sword is as light as heavy.

It seemed that it was not a fine steel long sword weighing seven or eight catties, but a huge guillotine weighing seven to eighty thousand catties.

Rolling up the raging tide and wind, he suddenly chopped off his head.

The sword roared, the air was squeezed, and the two people who were fighting on the ground sank at the same time, their feet had already sunk into the earth and rocks, their faces were beating wildly, and a heart palpitation arose for no reason.

Not only was Yin Zhang the head catcher, Shang Zheng was not surprised, he was overjoyed, and he didn't care about his appearance.

Taking advantage of this force of squeezing and swaying, the single hook protects the body, rolls and leaps on the ground, and slips out of the sword circle with a chuff.

Get rid of the stalking attack of the blood-eyed assassin.

Three sword marks had already appeared on his body, and the bones could be seen deep.

With a strong innate energy in the middle stage, the momentum of life and death was almost broken, and he couldn't lift it up in one breath.

If the battle continued, it would take a few breaths to die on the spot.

"So strong."

Just out of danger, Shang Yinzhang's heart was already shaken.

It's not that he was surprised by the tyrannical power of the blood-eyed assassin Huanxinjian. It's normal for the opponent to be so famous and able to assassinate the top experts in the world.

But why is that young disciple of Hunyuan Martial Arts so strong?

Just under the pressure of the sword wind, he was already out of breath.

It's as if the few local masters I know are face to face.

Even more than that...

'If I really received his sword, it would be a trivial matter to break my lock yuan hook on the spot, and I am afraid that all the bones in my body will be shattered. '

Unlike Shang Zheng, who was a little shocked in his rejoicing, the blood-eyed assassin Phantom Sword, the blood-eyed mask was even more bloody red, his eyes flickered wildly, anger rose from his heart, and evil grew to his gallbladder.

Shocked by Chen Pingjian's pressure, he knew he couldn't stop it, so he didn't try to block it.

Taking a wild breath, he shot backwards like a puppet pulling strings.

He rushed to the ground like lightning, and arrived at the study again.

Things went back and forth, back to the original point.

This time, his target was not only the fake magistrate, the murderous intent was extremely violent, but Han Xiaoru was the main attacker.

"Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall, hehe, I look down on anyone who dares to leave the guard target, then I will kill you."

The sword screamed and chanted again, and there were many sword shadows in the study room, and the green light shone. In an instant, he stabbed countless swords.

It is necessary to kill Han Xiaoru and the fake prefect at the same time, who is holding a broken sword and has a small face.

"There is a way to heaven, but you don't go, but there is no way to hell, you just break in."

Chen Ping was already angry.

The body leaped forward, the toes touched the ground, and the rumbling long sword turned into dozens of afterimages like light smoke and cold moon.

Pointing at Jianfeng, there is the image of a greedy wolf roaring wildly, just like the real thing.

After a blink of an eye, he had chased him into the study.

The speed is more than double that of the blood-eyed assassin.

Chen Ping is so clear-headed.

Every action has a meaning.

When Zhuo Yunfei first started, he didn't forget the whispers he whispered in his ear.

Knowing that this Fengyun Pavilion assassin is actually a hornet's nest.

Can't poke.

If there is a chance to kill him, don't kill him.

Otherwise, Fengyun Pavilion's soul chasing order may be triggered.

Chen Ping had never heard of the Soul Chasing Token.

It can be guessed from the name, it is probably a revenge hunting action.

He just sent out a protection mission and got a considerable reward, that's all.

Now that there are already too many enemies, there is no need to set up strong enemies when thinking about priorities.

He resisted the heartache of taking less luck points, and decided not to kill this awesome blood-eyed assassin.

If you can force the opponent back, you will achieve your goal.

Therefore, when he rescued Shang Yinzhang, the sword intent only affected the two of them far away, and the main purpose was to separate them.

The purpose of striking with the Hunyuan Sword, which is as heavy as a mountain, is to let the blood-eyed assassin know that there is nothing to be done, and it is better to leave as soon as possible.

Chen Ping asked himself, his sword language was clearly and clearly expressed.

Not only the assassin himself, but also Pei Zixing and Shang Yinzhang, who were injured beside him, understood.

However, this Assassin of Fengyun Pavilion pretended to be ignorant, turned around and rushed into the study with sudden ferocity, attacking Han Xiaoru.

You also need to kill the "target" you are protecting, in order to achieve consummation.

It really doesn't make sense.

I don't even know how to cherish if I let you die.

The blood-eyed assassin shook the sword with his wrist, but only halfway through the stab, his body felt cold, his back felt like a needle prick, and his heart beat wildly.

He didn't care to look back, he threw himself to the side, his feet were blurred...

The body rotates, and the forward thrust turns into a backward thrust.

zheng...

A small beep.

The sword roar just sounded.

He felt that the Bibo sword in his hand was suppressed by tons of sea water, unable to move, and there were thousands of stars in front of him.

He couldn't see where the opponent's sword was at all, but only saw a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

puff...

There was a coolness in the throat.

"What a fast sword..."

The blood-eyed assassin's head flew into the sky, and he only had time to let out a gasp, with a trace of despair and regret remaining in his eyes.

The headless body paused, and fell down with a "bang", stirring up a little bit of dust.

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