Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 151 Are You Qualified To Visit The Mansion?

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, there is a waking of insects, heavy frost and dew.

In the morning light, the wind is blowing and the snow is falling, and the spring is deep.

In Prince Jin's Mansion, outside the gate of Liukaiyi, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stands proudly with his hands behind his back.

Let the wind and snow fall between the hollow chilong jade crowns, the black cloak flutters with the wind, and the cold wind blows the expressionless middle-aged face.

There was a rattling sound, and his eyelids moved slightly.

The sword energy approached, but he ignored it.

However, the sound of horseshoes stopped a hundred feet away.

The handsome boy dismounted and walked.

After exhaling lightly, he raised his eyes to stare at the man, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

According to the secret report of Zhenmo Prison, this Jinzhou 'prince' had reached half-step baby refining 20 years ago.

For 20 years, he has lived in a shallow place, dormant and hidden.

Haven't done it for 20 years.

It seems that there will never be a bright future.

But there is no doubt that although this man is not as powerful as the old Jin King Xia Houxu, his cultivation has already surpassed several generations of Jin Kings.

Killing Qingdan is like slaughtering a dog.

Child abuse is as easy as pie.

This was the case 20 years ago, so now that he has turned himself over and is in charge of the power of Jinzhou, how far has he reached?
The white-robed boy's eyelids drooped slightly, and today he was going to stroke the tiger's beard.

Patting the steed, it snorted, glanced at the young man in white robe, and ran away.

The boy began to draw his sword.

At the same time, the breath spreads between the heaven and the earth.

Three hundred zhang away, at the end of the street, Tian Xin, Shen Guangyin and Murong Yan seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

Shen Guangyin's eyes were complicated, looking at the thin figure like a moth to a flame, his lips squirmed, "Why is this?"

Murong Yan began to concentrate on controlling her breath, and there seemed to be determination in her eyes. Following Xia Houchun's breath, she exhaled like blue, her eyes were faint, and she said softly: "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers."

After a moment of silence, Tianxin said coldly, "Using Qingdan to resist refining infants is no different from a mayfly shaking a big tree."

A glint of gloom flashed across Murong Yan's eyes, and he glanced at the powerful existence standing with hands behind his back at the gate of the palace, took a deep breath, and snorted, "Could it be that the state officials are only allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps, the one who plotted against us first , and the counterattack is not allowed!"

Shen Guangyin sighed secretly, of course they are not fools, in fact, they have been plotted by others as soon as they entered Jinzhou City.

And in this big Jinzhou, how many can drive the existence of the Xiao family and the Cui family?
The so-called "playboy" chess game is just a knife of that one.

hum.

A chord sounded.

On both sides of the street, the wind and snow were blowing and drifting into the air.

Like flying sand and rocks, frost and snow are everywhere.

Moved.

The white-robed boy moved.

There was a lot of scoffing.

A piercing sword light pierced through the air.

Sen Leng's sword energy cut through the fifty-foot wind and snow barrier, and reached the person in front of him.

With a puff.

Dead leaves fall.

The man remained motionless, and the sword energy disappeared in front of him.

The dead leaves fell to the ground.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes were deep, and there seemed to be sarcasm in his eyes:
"Is that what the emperor taught you?"

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the remaining sword energy disappeared in an instant, his eyebrows frowned, "If the skills stop here, I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to worship the manor."

The white-robed boy was silent.

In fact, he wanted to say that the old guy didn't teach anything.

Immediately, his eyes became sharp, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

'Mountain gradually green' floated beside him, ready to go.

He chuckled lightly, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, it was just an appetizer."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and tossed his embroidered robe.

The wind and snow formed a ball, spinning rapidly, and became the size of a baby's head in the breath.

"Then the king will come and see what kind of means our Prince Highness has."

As soon as the words fell, the snowball rolled forward.

Ten feet in an instant.

A huge momentum was like a snow tornado, blasting towards the white-robed youth.

Jiekou Tianxin's body was shaken, and the 'Tianxin Ling' above his head turned straight, and was about to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Shen Guangyin stopped her, and said in a deep voice, "No!"

At the same time, Murong Yan, who took the first step, stopped him.

Murong Yan turned her eyes coldly, "Do you want to die?"

Shen Guangyin said sternly: "This is Xiahou's family affairs, you and I must not interfere."

Tianxin snorted coldly, "What kind of bullshit is it? Could it be that you just watched him get killed like this?"

Shen Guangyin said meaningfully: "You don't believe me, don't you believe His Highness the Crown Prince?"

He laughed and said, "Besides, isn't Master Puji watching secretly?"

Murong Yan frowned, and after glancing at a certain direction in the sky, she restrained her breath.

Last night, Xia Houchun and Pu Ji tentatively signed a covenant, in order to persuade the Prince Jin's mansion to match up, how could they have come up with a "one move covenant".

After Xia Houchun thought for a moment, he agreed.

Now that Taikang has lost his morality, Emperor Jing's 'retirement', his weight as a prince has dropped too much, and he is no longer able to suppress the Jin Palace.

After much deliberation, if he wanted to persuade the new king of Jin to aid the northern imperialists, he had to show his strength first.

Otherwise, he is not even qualified to have an equal dialogue with him.

After all, only relying on the Tiance Battalion and the Qinzhou Army in Shenluo, the eastern capital, Xia Houchun's strength is still weak.

It was too late to say it, and then it was fast, and in an instant, the snow tornado rolled in.

As if wrapped in the momentum of an avalanche, it came with overwhelming pressure.

This is the power of infant refining.

At this moment, within a hundred feet, the aura of heaven and earth was completely wiped out by the snow tornado.

Xia Houchun couldn't absorb strength temporarily, he could only rely on himself.

He flicked his sleeve and a seal fell into his palm.

The seal of 'Magic Source' glowed with jet-black light, running along the white arm and reaching the internal organs.

A mysterious aura enveloped Xia Houchun's whole body.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes full of disdain.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and the aura of cleansing alchemy in his body slowly spread out.

Qing Dan, the size of a soybean, trembled slightly in his abdomen, and his spiritual power reached his palm.

At this moment, he is Qing Dan, but not Qing Dan.

Also at this moment, the snow dragon swept ten feet in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and gently held 'Shan Jianqing'.

A burst of green light shot out.

The gorgeous light is like blooming, as if going up to the blue sky and down to the deep blue abyss.

The snow roll was unobstructed, without the slightest restraint, and unceremoniously enveloped the white-robed youth.

In an instant, he was devoured.

But at this moment, Xia Houchun took a step forward with his sword in hand.

The sword energy of the long sword surged, and it suddenly slashed! !

boom! !

In an instant, there was only one sword left in the world.

The only sword.

"Disperse!!"

A cold voice burst out.

The snow tornado trembled violently and exploded like a wave of air.

But the white-robed young man's expression changed, and he withdrew abruptly.

Almost at the same time, a finger followed like a shadow, about to touch between his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man in Jinpao directly stepped through the snow tornado, crossed the distance of fifty feet, and came to kill him!

Xia Houchun's figure exploded and retreated.

The middle-aged man refused to let go, and his fingers instantly turned into palms and slashed down.

The breath in the palm is astonishing, quite powerful for refining babies.

Once Xia Houchun was hit by this palm, his head would be torn apart in an instant.

The two eyes met and collided fiercely at this moment.

It seems that there are sparks flying, and there are invisible Taoism in the confrontation.

With a puff.

Xia Houchun spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

With a collision of minds, he was almost completely defeated.

But it's not over yet.

The sharp edge of the palm on the forehead seemed to penetrate the scalp, splitting his head in half.

But Xia Houchun didn't realize it, his eyes were cold, and he whispered a word: "Fall!!"

"Bah!!"

A ray of incandescent light suddenly fell from the sky.

Suddenly stabbed towards Xiahou Chuntian Linggai.

Once the sword stabs, Xia Houchun will be strung into candied haws.

But that middle age changes color.

He stopped abruptly.

And retract the thunderbolt palm in an instant.

According to the trend of the two retreating quickly, the sword above the head naturally couldn't hit Xia Houchun.

Instead, it will give the middle-aged man a "sword from the sky", which will bring a chill from the top of his head.

puff.

The body of the sword fell through the arm.

The middle-aged man snorted and lowered his eyes.

Murderous aura overflowing! !

After all, he was still a tenth of a second late.

The incandescent sword energy directly pierced through the void and passed down his elbow.

plunged into the snow.

The middle-aged man stopped, and quickly tapped a few times on his arm to stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

He raised his eyes and looked at the trembling young man in white robe twenty feet away.

I saw that the 'Mountain Gradually Green' was gone in his hand, and replaced by a long sword glowing with white light.

Sword name, Nanke.

After a while, the wind stops and the snow disappears.

Qingmang turned and floated to the side.

Xia Houchun exhaled lightly, held his sword and raised his eyes.

"Dare to ask Uncle Wang, I wonder if my nephew is qualified to pay homage to the mansion now?"

(End of this chapter)