Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 470: Horses trample on Kyoto, swords rise and the country is destroyed

"Ruoruo, he... he... is really dead?"

Even now, Lin Wan'er still had an expression of disbelief on her face.

"How could it be fake? I saw with my own eyes that he fell from the rockery pavilion into the bamboo forest and there was no movement."

As Fan Ruoruo explained, she listened attentively to the shouting and screaming in the front yard and on the street.

"Hurry up, you must escape before Haitang Duoduo and Yan Xiaoyi can react. If they take us hostage, I will be afraid to act rashly and things will be difficult to handle."

"But……"

"Don't say but, just go."

Ye Ling'er put more strength on her hands, wanting Lin Wan'er to be faster, but she overlooked one thing. Not to mention comparing with her, Lin Wan'er's physique was not even as good as Fan Ruoruo's. She experienced the pain of losing her father the day before yesterday, and had been forcing herself to hold on until today, wanting to stab Chu Pingsheng to death with her own hands. Now that she had lost the motivation to hold on, her spirit drained away, and she felt even weaker. She staggered and fell to the ground.

"Wan'er!"

Ye Ling'er hurriedly turned around, took her best friend's hand and helped her up. She was about to carry her on her back, thinking that she would carry her out, but she found that Fan Ruoruo was standing there, not moving, so she looked up at her.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, the blood-stained lanterns in the corridor cast candlelight all over the ground, illuminating countless dead bodies.

They were all people wearing the uniforms of the Supervisory Commission, and the blood was almost like a river, flowing all over the courtyard.

The draft in the hall brought with it a pungent smell of blood.

Ye Ling'er quickly put her best friend behind her to prevent her from seeing the tragic scene ahead. In front of the main gate of the Chu residence, where the candlelight was flickering even more, two masked men in black stood on the threshold. In the distance, swords and sabers flashed rapidly, and people fell to the ground from time to time, with screams coming one after another.

"This is a ..."

A bloody hand grabbed Fan Ruoruo's ankle, scaring her so much that she shivered. She quickly pulled away and kicked the other person.

The man turned over, and in the light of the lantern, she vaguely recognized his identity.

"Head of the First Division of the Overwatch Council, Mr. Zhu...Mr. Zhu?"

"This is a...trap..."

After Zhuge finished speaking, he took his last breath, straightened his body, and died.

In the piano platform on the west side of the third courtyard, Li Yunrui sighed softly as he looked at the man in black who was kneeling on one knee in front of Zhan Tongtong, who looked stunned and claimed to be Tan Wu, a general under the command of the general of Northern Qi.

At the same time, in the attic of the study, Wang Xi exposed a flaw, walked around Haitang Duoduo, jumped out of the window, swung up by the eaves with his hands, turned over and landed on the roof, just took a look forward, and was stunned.

A bloody sword was slowly being pulled out from the eldest senior brother's throat. Yun Zhilan fell to his knees with a thud. He barely raised his hands, as if he wanted to tell him something. In the end, he just opened his mouth, then fell forward and rolled down the eaves.

"Big Brother!"

Wang Xi hurried forward and hugged the man.

At this time, Haitang Duoduo also came down from the attic to the rooftop. She looked at Yun Zhilan's body and shook her head gently: "My husband said to spare his life so that Si Gu Jian could collect his body."

The two masked men in black didn't say a word. They sheathed their swords, leaped to the roof, and quickly blended into the vast night.

Yan Xiaoyi covered his wound and walked to her side. He glanced at the piano platform in front of him that was not affected by the war and asked, "What are the origins of those two swordsmen just now?"

"You'll have to ask him about that."

Haitang Duoduo pointed at the night sky.

Wang Xi and Yan Xiaoyi looked up at the same time, and saw a black shadow like a night demon quickly passing over their heads and heading towards the northeast of Kyoto City.

It seems... the black shadow is holding someone in his hand.

……

Tread, step, step...

Huchi, wheeze, wheeze...

On Fu Zheng Street east of the Minister of War's Mansion, Gao Da was carrying Fan Xian, whose ribs were broken after being hit by a white ape, and they were fleeing northwards. Behind them was the white ape chasing them relentlessly. Fortunately, people from the Overwatch Council kept rushing out from both sides to die... no, they were there to protect the two of them, otherwise they would have been caught up by the mad beast long ago.

This situation lasted for half a mile. As rows of people appeared at the intersection ahead, Gaoda breathed a sigh of relief and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Stop it, the white ape behind."

Following his order, the guards on standby on the opposite side all drew their swords and rushed towards Lanling King with murderous intent. The sword lights glittered in the moonlight, and the whole street was shaking. In terms of the sense of oppression alone, a heavily armored cavalry of several thousand people might not be as strong as these people.

In fact, this is quite normal, because they are the Tiger Guards that Fan Jian built with the power of the national treasury. There are a total of one hundred people, and each of them is an eighth-grade master. A commander like Gundam is even an eighth-grade peak master.

When the diplomatic envoys went north, Fan Xian brought four Tiger Guards with him, but one died, one became deaf and idiot, and only Gaoda was intact. As a result, there are less than a hundred of them now, and there are only about ninety of them in Fuzheng Street.

Originally, these people were arranged by Fan Jian and Chen Pingping to confront the Red Cavalry guarding the imperial palace. Now the situation has changed, and in order to save Fan Xian's life, Gao Da can no longer care so much.

There are more than ninety eighth-grade masters. Even if the white ape is the strongest ninth-grade master under Chu Pingsheng, he can never be their opponent.

Generally speaking, a ninth-grade master is capable of fighting against seven or eight eighth-grade masters. Ninth-grade masters like Lang Tao and Yun Zhilan are even stronger, numbering eleven or twelve. However, the Tiger Guards are different from ordinary eighth-grade masters. They have practiced combined attack skills, so even Yun Zhilan can only fight against eight Tiger Guards at most.

The white ape is stronger and can defeat thirteen tiger guards at most. But you have to know that there are ninety-two tiger guards in total on Fu Zheng Street. Even if there are a few more white apes, they will all die in regret.

Calculating that his fighting power was sufficient, Gundam slowed down his pace and took the opportunity to look back. He saw that the white ape was not afraid in the face of ninety tiger guards. He patted his chest, drew out the long sword from his back which was longer than an ordinary sword and had a slight arc. He jumped up with an imposing manner, split the night wind, and smashed towards the tiger guards in the front row.

"That's... Si Gu Jian's sword, right?"

Gaoda just felt that the sword was almost as long as the white ape, and had no other thoughts. When he heard Fan Xian's words, he remembered that Wang Qinian had described to him the battle between Bai Feng and the two great masters Ku He and Si Gu Jian outside Shangjing City. Si Gu Jian's right arm was crippled on the spot, and he was so embarrassed that he even lost his sword.

I wonder how the sword master would feel if he knew that his weapon fell into the hands of a beast.

"So what? It has no chance of winning." Just as he finished speaking, he heard the roar of a war horse coming from the southern street corner. Then, a man and a horse broke through the night and rushed towards the Tiger Guards.

"Uesugi Tiger?" Fan Xian shouted in shock, "He actually sneaked into Kyoto?"

Gundam took a closer look and saw the broad-bladed spear shrouded in murderous aura, the burly figure, and the extremely majestic face. It was none other than the Northern Qi military god Uesugi Tora.

"What if he's added?"

"Gundam, look, the roof on the left."

Gaoda looked in the direction Fan Xian pointed, and saw a figure falling from the roof of Mobaozhai, a shop selling study treasures, in front of him on the left. He was wrapped in tight clothes, with a black scarf covering his face. The long sword in his hand exuded a chill and a faint glow.

Together?
One dish is just the beginning.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

With a slight sound of breaking through the air, within a few breaths, more than a dozen masked men in black appeared on the roof of the store on the left.

“There’s one on the right, too!”

Gundam looked to the right again and found that while he was looking at the masked man in black on the left, a dozen men in black also jumped onto the roof of the shop in front of him on the right.

There are about thirty people on both sides together.

Gundam was puzzled. Could it be that Qi also had a team of high-level swordsmen?

"Kill them all!"

As Uesugi Torama stepped on the green bricks and swung his spear, the masked men in black on both sides of the street pointed their swords at the center of the street, intending to use thirty of them to besiege the Tiger Guards, whose strength was three times theirs.

"He thought he was..."

"Run!"

Gaoda's muttering was interrupted by Fan Xian, and there was uncontrollable fear in his voice.

Because the white ape knocked two tiger guards away, swung the sword in his left hand, and swept left and right with a human leg in his right hand, and actually broke through the battle formation and chased after them.

Moreover, the masked sword guards were very fast, and their swords were very fast, so fast that the Tiger Guards could not even use their combined attack skills before they were chopped down like melons and vegetables.

There is no doubt that this is a crushing quality.

"Nine... Ninth grade? All of them are ninth grade?!"

Gundam was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and the hair on his body stood up. He dared not continue watching the fight, so he turned around and ran away with Fan Xian on his back.

While running, he muttered quietly: "How is this possible? This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

……

Yan Bingyun was sitting at a table facing the road at a wonton stall on the north side of the gate of the residence of Xin Qiwu, the Minister of Rites. The owner had disappeared, but the water in the casserole was still bubbling. There were three wontons with thin skin and large fillings left in the bowl in front of him. The skin had become loose due to soaking for a long time, revealing a ball of meat filling. When the wind blew, an enticing aroma wafted in the air.

"Why so slow?"

He was very puzzled. Xin Qiwu was just a weak civil servant, and he had at most two or three servants who were good at fighting. The Supervisory Office sent two seventh-rank supervisors and eight sixth-rank clerks. It could be said that they were using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.

But why has no one come out after an incense stick of time?

There was also no news from those who went to the residence of Hu Jinzhu, the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple.

He was very anxious and looked towards the southeast from time to time. He was still thinking about completing the task as soon as possible to help Fan Xian, but he didn't expect that it would take much longer than expected.

"Your name is Yan Bingyun?"

Just at this moment, a voice as cold and hard as cast iron rang out.

Yan Bingyun stood up with a bang, and saw a masked man in black walking out of the shadow of Xin Qiwu's residence, with blood dripping from the sword in his hand.

The sixth-rank official next to him drew his sword with a clang and looked at the other party vigilantly.

"Who is your Excellency?"

The masked man in black did not answer his question and continued to ask: "Are you waiting for someone?"

"..."

Yan Bingyun narrowed his eyes, his zombie-like face became even gloomier, and his hand was already pressing the dagger at his waist.

"You don't have to wait for them."

The next breath, he heard a scream of "Ah". When he pulled out the knife, the long sword with a chilling chill and smell of blood was already across his neck. The sixth-rank follower fell to the ground, covering his neck with both hands, staring and gasping, with blood gushing out uncontrollably.

The sword was so fast, so fast that even he, a seventh-grade warrior, couldn't see clearly how the enemy swung the sword.

This person is a ninth-grade master! Only a ninth-grade master can achieve this level.

"Let's go to the Overwatch Council."

With his life in danger, Yan Bingyun dared not disobey and could only turn around and walk towards the Supervisory Office under the thin moonlight, while racking his brain, thinking about how to escape from the hands of a ninth-rank swordsman.

However, as time went by, his heart sank, because from Xin Qiwu's residence to Fuzheng Street, less than a hundred feet away, five masked men in black had joined their team, all silent and holding bloody swords.

The number of masked men...is equal to the number of the assassination team he leads.

(End of this chapter)