Fighter of the Destiny

There was a loud bang.

The whole city heard it.

Countless years of dust fell from the beams.

The people in the streets looked confused, wondering what happened.

The court officials who had just received the news from the south were shocked and speechless, wondering if another mountain had collapsed?

The thunderous sound gradually faded away.

The huge dragon claw slowly retracted behind the clouds.

The formation of Prince Xiang's Mansion has been broken and has not turned into ruins, which is not far behind.

The wooden bridge was broken, and the broken evening pavilion fell sideways into the lake. The lake water kept pouring towards the shore, turning the yellow sand on the racecourse into a puddle of mud.

Smoke and dust were everywhere in the palace, screams could be heard everywhere, and dazzling blood stains could be seen everywhere on the white walls and red tiles.

The neat and suppressed footsteps of the priests from the palace were heard from the other side of the broken wall, and the situation became even more chaotic.

The flower hall in the depths is relatively quiet, and the building is relatively intact, except for two more holes in the corners.

Suddenly, a dazzling light scattered from the two holes, which looked like a sword.

The wall made of hard blue bricks is like a piece of paper, which can be cut easily.

The entire wall corner and the high eaves fell down neatly.

Bang bang bang bang!

In the crisp impact sound, the bricks and eaves with a sense of vicissitudes of life fell into pieces.

If you look carefully, you should be able to see the straight lines hidden among these tiny fragments, as well as the flat edges that shine like gold.

The corner of the wall disappeared, and the figure was naturally revealed.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to confirm the identity of the other party.

The man was wearing a green shirt, but it wouldn't make people think of a young man wearing a green shirt. It would just make people think that he was a young boy.

Of course he couldn't really be a young man in green.

The veteran quickly guessed his identity.

Who else in the world could find such a perfect opportunity to draw a sword except that person?

Whose sword can be so fast and so cruel that he can kill himself with one sword?

The old Taoist said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be half holy."

The boy in green clothes is Liu Qing.

After Su Li left with that mysterious figure, he became the most terrifying assassin in the world.

He was the only one who was already half a saint, but still insisted on doing such shady things in the dark.

Liu Qing did not answer the other party's question.

This is prudent and a professional habit.

The old Taoist was a little unhappy and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, his eyebrow was broken.

There was a bloody mouth in the middle of his left eyebrow.

The bloody mouth was very small and even looked a bit delicate.

If this was broken by a sword, you can imagine that the sword's control over the details was almost divine.

Blood soaked out from the delicate wound.

The old man sighed and sat down against the wall.

More and more blood was pouring out of the wound, and it even gave people the feeling of gurgling out.

Liu Qing didn't look, his eyes were always on Lao Dao's hand.

That's been the case since he showed up.

The old man didn't hold a sword in his hand.

The sword has disappeared into the sky.

But he didn't let down his guard.

Because the old man's hand is always holding it empty.

Until then, the old man's fingers finally spread out.

He stopped breathing for a long time and finally breathed out.

This breath was as hot as magma. Like boiling magma, it instantly burned the snowflakes floating in the sky into blue smoke.

A squeaking sound rang out.

His eyes moved up and stayed on the old Taoist face for a moment.

The old man had closed his eyes and was breathless.

He finally truly relaxed, but his face was pale instead of happy.

In order to kill the other party, he also suffered serious hidden injuries.

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Without the formation, there was no truly strong man like Lao Dao. In the face of Li Gong's huge power, the resistance of Prince Xiang's Mansion only lasted a short time.

Li Gong quickly took control of the entire palace, and also took control of the two adjacent palaces.

Hu Sanji told his subordinates: "Don't scare the women in the back house."

The state religion finally launched an attack on the royal family. No matter what happens afterwards, enough benefits should be obtained now. Some account books and some secret things are things that must be obtained from the palace. How to deal with those people in the palace is another matter.

The bishop who was born in the Thirteenth Division of Qingyao and the magical bishop in the Li Palace were treating the injured.

From time to time, holy light can be seen in the ruins, and groans can be heard.

Even the injured in the Prime Minister's Palace will receive treatment, of course after the priests from the palace.

Taoist Siyuan frowned slightly and touched the slightly bulging belt with his right hand.

He strongly disagreed with this approach, but this was the order of His Majesty the Pope.

The bottle of cinnabar pills in his belt was also given to him by His Majesty the Pope himself.

Even if the person cannot be saved by Holy Light, with this bottle of Cinnabar Pill, it should be difficult for him to die.

Of course, those who have died can never come back to life.

Taoist Siyuan looked at the old Taoist standing by the broken wall with complicated emotions in his eyes.

The old Taoist was a little thin and short, with messy white hair and blood all over his body.

No matter how powerful a person is, he will appear weak after death.

He knew the origin and identity of this veteran.

This old Taoist was the person he and the King of Linghai were most afraid of beforehand.

In the past few years, Tiancai Palace has sent many people to watch Changchun Temple in Luoyang, especially this veteran.

As soon as the old man left Luoyang, he and the King of Linghai knew about it and reported it to Chen Changsheng overnight.

Chen Changsheng was practicing swordsmanship in the stone chamber at that time and did not make any statement.

Until today, Taoist Si Yuan knew that His Majesty the Pope had already made arrangements.

His eyes fell on the old man's broken eyebrow.

There is still some sword intent left there.

The sword intention was like an unbroken catkin, very subtle and very clear.

When the cold wind blows, you will feel a bit chilly.

How terrifying would that assassin be if he could kill this veteran?

Thinking of the green shadow in the depths of the wind and snow earlier, he raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering what the relationship between His Majesty the Pope and Liu Qing was?

At this time, three people suddenly appeared in the ruins.

Taoist Siyuan was not surprised, nor did he show any vigilance. He obviously knew about the tunnel in the flower hall in advance.

He saluted the two Taoist nuns and said, "I have met these two seniors."

Huaishu said in a deep voice: "Since you are going to take action, why didn't you make it clear to the saint beforehand?"

This Taoist nun, who was rough-tempered and slightly irritable, was obviously in a very bad mood.

If Taoist Siyuan was not the state religion giant in charge of the church, I am afraid she would be even more angry.

Taoist Siyuan smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't know about His Majesty the Pope's arrangements until I came here."

Hearing this, Huaishu was stunned, and even Huairen was a little surprised.

Taoist Siyuan knew that it was difficult to explain clearly, so he stopped talking and looked at the other person.

With the help of three Taoist priests from Changchun Temple, King Chenliu still could not reach Luoshui, and he was still thousands of miles away from Hanqiu City.

His face was a little pale and there was some blood on his body, but his expression remained calm as usual.

Taoist Siyuan was somewhat impressed, but then once again felt that His Majesty the Pope's arrangement might be inappropriate.