Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 428 I am an Emotionless Wife Killer

The true energy in the world of Joy of Life is nuclear energy. Facing people like Hong Sixiang, Yingzi, Yan Xiaoyi, Si Gu Jian, and Ku He, using the North Sea Divine Art will have the opposite effect. Just now, when he was holding the purple gold Zhanlu sword and was about to hand it out, he suddenly had an idea: what would be the effect of using the external dantian to access the North Sea Divine Art?

The result was that with one sword strike, part of the nuclear energy in Lang Tao's body was extracted and stored in the purple gold Zhanlu sword.

This sword is both a weapon and an extension of his body's meridians. It makes logical sense that it can have such an effect.

Is this a newly developed, ingenious use of the Purple Gold Zhanlu Sword?
"You...you actually killed...Lang Tao?"

Si Lili's scream woke him up. Turning back, he saw that she had come out of the car. Her face was dull and she was staring at the headless corpse not far away in astonishment.

"He...he is the disciple of the Grand Master and Duoduo's senior brother."

From Si Lili's point of view, it was difficult to accept the current scene. Just like Fan Xian was the emperor's illegitimate son and the court officials dared not offend him, the grandmaster's apprentice was equivalent to a golden medal of immunity from death, because once they were killed, the grandmaster would have to take revenge even for the sake of face. What's more, Lang Tao was Ku He's first disciple and the master of the Northern Qi Emperor Zhan Doudou.

Moreover, Chu Pingsheng, this lecherous man, kept saying when they were having sex in the car that he wanted to take the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi in as well and make them good sisters for life. His serious expression didn't seem like he was joking at all.

But now, he actually killed the senior brother of the woman he liked so cleanly?
"I told you, I hate his smoky eyes and shoehorn face."

"..."

Just because Lang Tao's appearance did not suit his aesthetic taste, he risked angering Ku He and Hai Tang Duo Duo and killed her?
He has such a wild temper.

People say that the white ape is violent, so why not just let him be?

Si Lili was quite speechless.

"My lord, my lord, are you okay?"

An official from the Honglu Temple crawled out from under the carriage and was relieved to see that Chu Pingsheng and Si Lili were safe and sound.

"It's Hu Shaoqing. Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."

This man was called Hu Jinzhu, and he was a good friend of Xin Qiwu. Previously, Chu Pingsheng had killed Lin Youdao and Lai Mingcheng in the court, forced the Minister of the Honglu Temple to retreat, and helped Xin Qiwu to take office. Hu Jinzhu then took over Xin Qiwu's position and became the Junior Minister of the Honglu Temple. This time, with the help of Xin Qiwu, he got the assignment to accompany the delegation to visit Northern Qi.

"When I saw the masked man coming, I thought... I thought..."

"Masked man?"

Chu Pingsheng pointed at Xie Bian's body.

"Tear off his mask."

Hu Jinzhu looked embarrassed, but finally gritted his teeth, walked over bravely, pulled off the black cloth covering his face, and saw the face with eyes open. He shuddered and sat down on the ground.

Chu Pingsheng said: "Did you recognize it?"

This... isn't this Xie Bian, the ninth-rank swordsman beside the second prince?

Hu Jinzhu had a dejected look on his face, thinking that if he had known this would happen, why would he have come over to show concern and ask questions? Now, he didn't know whether his flattery was satisfactory or not, but he had caused trouble - for some things, it is safer not to know than to know.

"Do you think today's events are exciting, Mr. Hu?"

"Busy, huh, bustling..."

Hu Jinzhu wiped his sweat with his robe sleeve, but because he came here lying on his stomach, his sleeves were covered with mud. It would have been fine if he hadn't wiped his sweat, but after wiping it, his face became even dirtier.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet, there's more to come."

Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly: "It's so lively that it can turn Qing and Qi countries upside down."

Leaving behind these confusing words, he leaped forward, flew north, and disappeared in a few breaths.

The white ape glanced at the masked man who was fighting with the delegation guards in the distance, grabbed the iron chain on the ground, and went away with Langtao's double swords in a murderous manner.

The Eight Generals of Prince Duan's Mansion, Xie Bian, Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong died at the hands of Chu Pingsheng. Fan Wujiu, Gan Pengfei, and Liu Jue went to chase Fan Xian. The remaining few seventh-rank warriors, facing the ferocious white ape, the ninth-rank upper TOP1, can be imagined what the outcome would be. Even though the double swords in its hands were not very handy.

Hu Jinzhu put on the imperial crown and stuck half of his head out to look. He saw a mass of white people like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep. Wherever it passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The worst one was a masked man who was chopped in half by a knife. Blood and internal organs were scattered on the ground, which scared a ceremonial official of the Ministry of Rites so much that he peed himself.

It was obvious that the white ape was not having a good time just now and took out his anger on Xie Bian's subordinates.

……

Xie Bian, Lang Tao, Lanling Wang, Chu Pingsheng, the four generals of spring, summer, autumn and winter...

The Mission campground was busy.

It is more lively at the foot of a small hill only about thirty meters high, less than ten miles away from the camping site.

Fan Xian, Wang Qinian, Gaoda and three swordsmen surrounded Sean, whose mouth was bleeding. On a half-man-high rock diagonally opposite, Haitang Duoduo, the saint of Northern Qi, dressed in peasant clothes, was carrying a bamboo basket and had two steel axes stuck in her waist. She crossed her legs and looked forward... She was not looking at Fan Xian and Gaoda, nor at Sean, but at the nine masked men behind them, and the Northern Qi god of war Uesugi Tora, who was wearing brass armor and holding a broad-bladed spear, and who had surrounded them with more than twenty riders.

"Uesugi Hu, Haitang Duoduo, one of you wants him to live, and the other wants him to die. Who do you think I should hand him over to?"

Fan Xian held Sean's throat tightly, his eyes cold and his expression serious.

If you look closely, you can see a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, probably because he didn't wipe it thoroughly enough.

"Well, what our Lord Fan means is that if you want to save Sean, Shangshan Hu, you need to get rid of the Northern Qi Saint as soon as possible. Otherwise, even if Lord Fan is willing to give him to you, when Grandmaster Ku He defeats Bai Feng later... do you think you can beat the Grandmaster?"

Wang Qinian thought that Fan Xian's splitting plan was too childish, so he dissected the logic of the matter and used the Grand Master to stimulate Shangshan Hu and Haitang Duoduo to go to war.

Shang Shanhu reined in his horse and held his spear in his hand: "Those masked men, if you help me save my foster father, I will help you kill Fan Xian, how about that?"

When Wang Qinian heard this, he thought to himself that he was really good. While he was trying to divide and sow discord, he was trying to form alliances.

Wang Qinian had followed Sean all the way here before, and Fan Xian followed the marks to the latter where a fight broke out and captured the former. The interrogation had just begun when the group of masked men came to kill them. Fortunately, Gao Da and Tiger Guard arrived in time and managed to end the fight in a draw.

As the fight went on, he noticed that the masked man did not seem to be a member of Tianyi Dao, because all his killing moves were aimed at Fan Xian, but he ignored Sean's life or death. Haitang Duoduo, who suddenly appeared, seized the opportunity and chopped Sean down with an axe, crippling him.

Fortunately, Shangshan Hu and his men arrived at the critical moment and forced Haitang Duoduo to retreat. Fan Xian took advantage of Xiao En's inability to move, and used poison and domineering Qi to subdue him, so the scene turned into a four-way confrontation.

Haitang Duoduo, ninth rank, has the highest combat power in the arena, but there is only one person.

Uesugi Tora, a ninth-rank official, although not as good as the former, brought with him more than twenty cavalrymen.

There were nine masked men in total, three of them were of the eighth rank and six were of the seventh rank.

Fan Xian is at the upper eighth rank, and Gao Da and the Three Swordsmen are all at the eighth rank.

Although we cannot say that they are evenly matched, there is no problem in restraining each other.

"Do you keep your word?" Fan Wujiu said in a deep voice.

Shangshan Hu glanced at the Saintess of Northern Qi who continued to crack melon seeds and watch the show: "When have I, Shangshan Hu, ever gone back on my word?"

"it is good."

Fan Wujiu turned around and glanced to the south, feeling a little strange. Why had Xie Bian not yet dealt with Chu Pingsheng who had been poisoned by the softening powder?

But... now that things have come to this, I can’t care about so much.

Just as he was about to call on Gan Pengfei, Liu Jue and others to take action, a vague voice with an indistinguishable source entered his ears.

"Are you looking for Xie Bian? Don't worry, you will see him soon."

"Who?"

Fan Wujiu felt a chill all over his body and looked behind him hurriedly for the person who had spoken.

Gan Pengfei noticed that he was behaving strangely and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Didn't you... hear it?"

Several masked men looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with him.

"that is……"

Just as Fan Wujiu was about to explain, a mountain wind suddenly blew and yellow earth flew everywhere.

In Cangzhou, the largest mountain is only more than 30 meters high. How could there be a mountain wind?

As soon as this question arose in my mind, I caught a glimpse of a ghostly black shadow leaping up from the bare terrain that could barely be defined by the top of the mountain. It turned continuously in the sky, leaving nine afterimages, and landed at the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye. The companion in front of me, who had a seventh-grade combat power, was very alert and swung his sword to defeat the enemy. In the dim light, a cold light was seen, and a black shadow rose into the air, with blood spilling on the ground.

The two seventh-rank warriors at the back reacted quickly, each holding a long sword to block the attack. They didn't know what had happened, but the sword that was supposed to chop at the shadow suddenly changed its trajectory and pierced into their companion's body with an arc of light. Their target was just a swing, and they crossed the blockade. The tip of the sweeping sword clearly didn't touch the third person's body, but the third person groaned, covered his neck and fell to the ground, blood gushing out from between his fingers. Another person pushed the knife forward, but only vaguely saw his body shook, and the whole person seemed to be pulled over by an invisible force, and along with the broadsword that was ready to block, he was pierced like a candied haws by the black ancient sword.

Gan Pengfei found an opportunity and swung the knife diagonally. However, the figure with his back to him in the dust strangely turned his arm backwards, stretched out his hand to catch the blade, and moved his five fingers backwards, sweeping the back of the knife with dazzling sparks.

what……

With just a scream, General Gan, who had a combat strength of upper eighth rank, dropped his sword and covered his eyes. In the next breath, a long sword was lightly withdrawn and pierced his throat. He fell to his knees with a thud.

From the top of the mountain to the bottom, from outside the whirlwind to inside the whirlwind, from the first person to the sixth person, no one could stop the whole process. Fan Wujiu was so frightened that his soul was about to jump out of his head, because when the shadow turned around, the wind brought by his sleeves scattered the yellow earth, and then he saw a face, the face of the man that Xie Bian said was "dead".

The shock in Fan Wujiu's eyes was dispelled by a beam of sword light. Liu Jue shouted "Get out of the way" and pushed him down, narrowly avoiding the tricky attack of the purple gold Zhanlu sword. However, the strong wind brought by the sword cut off the mask, revealing a pale face.

(End of this chapter)