Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 687: Swords Are Coming? A DIAO
Chu Pingsheng pretended not to hear his threat and continued to humiliate him, "Of course, if you don't want it, I can make her into a human pig and put her in a big vase as a personal collection. I will invite you and your son to visit. Don't forget to bring Wu Su's tablet with you so that she can see it too. What if she gets angry and the coffin lid can't hold her down, and she survives?"

"Lin Qing!"

"Xu Xiao, where is the princess's tomb?"

“Kill him for me…”

"Why are you so excited? I just want to..."

Chu Pingsheng lightly lifted his palm, and a clear light flashed in the air, revealing a crystal clear gem that exuded a hazy glow and a chilling aura: "It is said that this thing can make a dead body come alive, just like when it was alive. I think if your wife's body is not decayed..."

He paused and grinned: "I'll put her in a glass bottle and make flower arrangements."

"Han Laoshan, kill him for me!"

Now that the plan was set, he was no longer afraid of Lin and the forces behind him using Jiang Ni's identity to make trouble. Hearing him humiliating Wu Su in front of the servants in the palace, Xu Xiao could no longer tolerate it and pointed at Chu Pingsheng and gave an angry order.

Han Laoshan's spear moved, Chu Lushan's knife came out, and the sword Jiuhuang's sword box touched the ground.

call……

A beam of fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the western night sky and eclipsing the stars. It was followed by shrill screams. People wrapped in flames danced and rolled down from the roofs of the palace courtyards. In just a few breaths, the fire turned more than a dozen courtyards in the west into a sea of ​​fire. The fire was burning fiercely, black clouds were everywhere, and coughing, screaming, and the sounds of gongs and drums, shouting that the fire was escaping, could be heard one after another.

"Didn't I tell you that I have an accomplice, and he is in your palace? Look at you, you are making a big fuss for me. Jian Jiuhuang, Han Laoshan, and the two dogs, so the west is short of manpower and can't be guarded."

Chu Pingsheng finished speaking nonchalantly, stretched out his fingers that had just been bathed and still had the scent of roses, and lightly touched the icy soul floating above his head. Light burst out, and pop, one of the four great strange stones in this world of wind and cloud disappeared, and the coldness in the courtyard disappeared.

"Xu Xiao, is this the way you came up with to break the impasse? Burn down the room where Jiang Ni lives and make a random charred corpse to fool the matter. In this way, even if someone spreads that the little maidservant beside Xu Fengnian is the princess of the fallen country of Western Chu, there will be no evidence. You can even bite back and say that she deliberately planned to avenge her father and sneaked into Xu Fengnian's side to assassinate him. I went to the palace and occupied Wutong Garden just to rescue her whose identity was about to be exposed. Unfortunately, I failed and was killed on the spot by you. Jiang Ni saw that the matter was exposed, so in order to avoid falling into the hands of the court, she burned herself and the room. Am I right, Xu Xiao?"

Chu Pingsheng walked up to the petite corpse, lifted the hem of his expensive Confucian robe, squatted down, pinched his chin and pondered for a few breaths. Not minding the dirt, he stretched out his little finger and poked it into the nostrils, then lit the relic in his palm, opened the mouth that was burned and deformed, looked at the teeth, and sighed heavily with regret on his face.

"First, if a person was burned alive, the posture would definitely not be like this. Second, the nose and mouth must be covered with black ash, but the nostrils and mouth of the female corpse in front of me are very clean. What does this mean? Xu Xiao, this is not Li Yishan's trick, I don't think he would be so shameful."

Han Laoshan saw that he had his back to him, and his posture was completely open. He felt that the time was ripe, and the silver light at the tip of the spear disappeared, and the spear body shot out quickly. The speed was three times faster than an arrow from a bow, but there was no sound, no momentum, and only a faint shadow was left on the ground.

Ding.

A very abrupt light sound passed by their ears, instantly pulling everyone's consciousness into the temple where green lamps and ancient Buddhas were leaning against each other, incense was curling, and the sound of chimes was striking their hearts.

Han Laoshan felt a flash before his eyes, and the person squatting in front of the charred corpse disappeared. He blinked hard to get rid of the dizziness, and then a man in embroidered Confucian robe appeared in front of Chu Lushan, with his wide sleeves raised. One foot was raised and the other was slightly on tiptoe. His white left hand was holding a blood-stained scimitar and chopped down.

Even with his cultivation level of the Profound Finger Realm, he was still confused by the devilish sound just now, let alone a second-grade junior grandmaster like Chu Lushan. Han Laoshan bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain stimulated his potential, and all the confusion disappeared. Before he could move his gun to chase, a round sun shone through the sky. There was no night color, no moonlight. The dazzling white swept everything, defeating his newly-raised spirit and the fighting spirit that he had re-condensed.

"what……"

Until a pig-slaughtering howl woke him up, he took two steps back, swung his spear, and swept a semicircle in front of him. He channeled his true energy into his eyes, and then he slowly saw the scene in front of him.

"what……"

The splattered blood stained the white Confucian robe. Chu Lushan was stepped on the chest by a foot wearing brand new black boots, and then a knife was slashed down with the backhand grip. He looked like a playboy who could not use a knife but could only be ruthless. He chopped off a pig's foot. His sleeves were immediately covered with blood and the blade was drooping red.

"what……"

There were three screams in total, because in the messy yard due to the fire fighting, there was a bloody ear, a severed hand that was slowly retreating, and a severed foot wrapped in a golden boot with a pointed toe. They were the right ear, the right hand, and the right foot. Lin Tanhua was quite particular when he cut the butcher, but it was a pity for Lu Qiu'er, who had just healed the wound from being whipped by the prince a few days ago, but was chopped off again.

Han Laoshan did not draw his gun, his eyes fixed on Chu Pingsheng's other hand. He clearly remembered that before the white light flashed, that hand was tucked into a wide sleeve. Now it was not only stretched out, but also holding a sword in the palm. The sword was trembling, the hilt had some copper green, the blade was red and yellow, and there were a few scales engraved on both sides of the sword spine. He looked sideways again and found that the groom of the prince, who was dressed in coarse silk, blocked Xu Xiao, and the sword box that was originally on his back fell to the ground and bounced open, revealing two swords of different shapes on each side.

"Jian Jiuhuang was originally a swordsmith. He entered the sword path because of swordsmithing. He traveled alone in the martial arts world and collected famous swords from all over the world. There are ten famous swords in the world, and he got six of them. In his early years, he went to Wudi City to challenge Wang Xianzhi, but was defeated and left Huang Lu on the west wall of Wudi City."

Chu Pingsheng removed his foot that was stepping on Lu Qiu'er's chest, hooked back, rubbed the blood sprayed from his black boots on the outer wall of the water jar, raised the famous sword that was still jumping in his hand, and continued: "What a coincidence, you like to collect famous swords, so do I, but I can't use as many as you do, what should I do?" Most people think that if you don't have as many famous swords in your collection as the other party, then you should snatch the other party's famous swords, but he didn't think so. A purple light flashed, and with a clang, there was a mournful cry, and the "dragon snake" that was struggling in his palm was broken in half and fell to the ground.

It stopped beating and was completely dead.

Chu Pingsheng wiped the Zhanlu lightly with his sword, and each crystal sparkled. The purple light penetrated the moon, shining brighter than a rainbow.

"My sword is still the best."

puff!
Jian Jiuhuang suffered the backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood. Huang Jiji's old face turned pale, and he held the sword box tightly with his hand, crushing three of the very flat blue bricks.

"Heaven...phenomenon..."

"No, no, I just rely on the power of the magic weapon."

call out.

A streak of black light pierced through the long night, cutting in from a very tricky position and piercing his right rib diagonally, carrying a force as powerful as thunder.

Chu Pingsheng turned his wrist backwards and swung the sword with a move that ordinary people could not do. With a click, the spear tip shot up into the sky. The pure steel spear body was shattered by a spiral sword energy that penetrated from the spear tip to the tail.

Qi Dangguo was horrified. His Wumang spear was made of fine steel and weighed more than 50 kilograms. How could it be shattered by the enemy's sword energy? He stepped back subconsciously to avoid it. He tried to kick it once but it didn't move. He tried again but it still didn't move. When he looked down, he found that the cowhide leggings under his knees were covered with blood. He leaned back and fell heavily beside Chu Lushan.

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This fierce general who carried the banner of the Beiliang Iron Cavalry fell.

But he didn't scream, just snorted.

"I'm being modest, do you take it seriously?"

The scene was completely silent. The servants and maids retreated to the corner. Han Laoshan no longer had the courage to take action and kept looking in the direction of Tingchao Pavilion. His junior brother Xu Yanbing was healing Blue Bird in a quiet room by the lake.

Xu Xiao couldn't figure it out, even if he squeezed his brain into tofu pudding, he still couldn't figure it out. In the morning, Lin Qing was still a third-grade swordsman, but in the evening he became a celestial master? This didn't make sense at all. If he was a celestial master, Xu Fengnian would have died long ago in the assassination by the lake outside Tingchao Pavilion.

"Not coming? Are you sure you're not coming?"

Chu Pingsheng put away the purple gold Zhanlu sword, waved his hand, and the unrecognizable female corpse came to his feet. He turned and walked to Chu Lushan, pried open the row of uneven yellow teeth with his toes, held up the female corpse, and slashed it with a knife.

wow...

The warm red and white liquid flowed into his mouth, and he immediately felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but he had no strength to resist. He could only let the body fluids from the dead body flow from his mouth into his throat, and from his throat into his stomach.

"tasty?"

"Woo, woo, Mr. Lin... I... woo..."

Chu Lushan wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't; he wanted to shut his mouth, but he couldn't; he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.

"If it tastes good, drink more."

Chu Pingsheng looked expressionlessly at this man who claimed to have saved Xu Xiao eleven times and was awarded eleven golden medals of immunity from death. Therefore, he was arrogant and domineering to Xu Xiao and his son, and fawned on them. This guy liked to eat human milk. Every few days, he would send people to kidnap young breastfeeding women to his house. If the human milk was sweet and he was satisfied with it, he would reward him with some silver. If he felt that it was not good and polluted his mouth, he would order people to cut it off and throw it out of the house.

In the TV series, Xu Fengnian gives money to beggars on the street to show the kindness of the prince, while at the same time he keeps such evil slaves. Is this true kindness? False kindness? And since when did a rich man give a few big coins to beggars on the street prove that he is kind and benevolent? Then the definition of a good person is too cheap.

"As expected of a second-rank junior master, he has a great physique. Even though he lost an ear, a hand, and a foot, he still has the strength to struggle."

The whole place was silent, everyone watched him toy with Xu Xiao's adopted son. Only the shouting and the sound of flames in the distance proved that time was passing and would not stop.

(End of this chapter)