Haishi has just arrived, and the bright moon is already high!
The exquisite carriages were crisscrossing the city, heading towards their mansion. Along the way, everything was completely silent, with no lights on, and only endless darkness. Looking as far as the eye could see, one could faintly sense the sounds of one or two in the Dongcheng District.
Shaking his head slightly, this is South Korea today. There are enemy countries outside, and powerful ministers are in power inside. In times of crisis, instead of striving for strength, they are becoming increasingly degenerate. If those in power are like this, what can the people do?
In the car, Han Fei frowned and was concentrating on playing with a small wooden box. He walked out of Qianlong Hall and was thinking about how to open the wooden box.
In the Qianlong Hall, you can tell its origin at a glance. The real name of this wooden box is the Xuanmu Tianbao Box. It is composed of seven or forty-nine rectangular wooden strips. Once closed, it becomes completely natural.
It is said that each piece of wood is tied to each other according to the vertical and horizontal directions. It is said that pulling one piece can move the whole body. Those who know the way can open it without any effort, but those who don't know how to do it will have no way of doing it.
Of course, there is the easiest way, which is to split the wooden box with an axe. However, such a brutal approach is not what Han Fei wants, and it is even more of an insult to himself.
Moreover, I have seen how to open it in the library of Xiaoshengxianzhuang. For hundreds of years, Confucianism has collected hundreds of classics. In addition to the library of the King of Zhou, Xiaoshengxianzhuang is the place where literary talents gather.
Although the owner who made this wooden box has a good background, but according to what he knows, he... seems to have been waiting for him in the city for a long time. Now in Xinzheng, the only one he can wait for is himself.
He looked over and over, and kept moving his fingers on the wooden box. Slowly, slowly, the smile on Han Fei's face became brighter and brighter. In just a hundred breaths, the wooden box in his hand burst into laughter.
There was a crisp sound, and all the vertical and horizontal wooden bars shifted, as if the middle door was opening.
Smiling softly again, he opened the lid of the wooden box. The contents inside floated directly in the depths of his eyes. A faint golden light appeared. Looking at this object, Han Fei raised his eyebrows and looked a little startled.
I don’t lack this thing!
But with my own intuition and eyesight, I was able to put something into this wooden box that was absolutely extraordinary. Maybe I had not figured it out yet, so there must be something I had missed.
At the same time, on the other side, Zhou Qing also walked out of Qianlong Hall. Under the shroud of spiritual awareness, he ignored the traces of Yan Dan and Dong Jun, locked eyes on Jing Ke, waved his hand to avoid the carriage prepared by Qianlong Hall, and held a black heavy sword.
, walking deep into the city of Xinzheng.
Jing Ke is just a swordsman in troubled times who does not know the general situation. In the future, he may have some reputation, but at best he is just a dangerous member of society who values chivalry and justice. Maybe if Jing Ke is killed now, A Ke will appear in the future.
But above this point, there is another point that Zhou Qing feels is more important. As a bloodline inherited from Ying Zheng, since he likes Gongsun Li, he will give him a flawless Gongsun Li.
Ying Zheng has not yet established a queen, laying down the tragic introduction of the old Qin people. In this way, it is impossible to say that things will change. Yes, Gongsun Li is from Wei, but in the future he will be from Zhuxia.
The extremely powerful spiritual power spread, and Jing Ke's traces in the city were revealed. He did not get on the carriage prepared by Qianlongtang, but directly moved his body tactfully, crossed the city wall, and headed straight outside Xinzheng.
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"Well, he sensed danger?"
The aura in his body was restrained, only a faint spiritual sense enveloped him, and he merged with the world and nature. Unless he had a cultivation level similar to his own, it would be difficult to find himself, but now Jing Ke's actions undoubtedly showed that he seemed to have revealed his own existence.
In other words, he felt the danger. Thinking of this, Zhou Qing smiled slightly, which was a bit interesting. It didn't matter that he hadn't seen each other for a year, and the other party's cultivation level had improved. It was even more incredible that his spiritual sense was so powerful.
That's it, the wind-controlling body technique is running, flying through the sky. Since the other party has sensed the danger, then I will give him danger. With only the cultivation level of the innate realm, after dozens of breaths, I found him under the moonlight.
the other party’s traces.
The heavy sword was swung, and a strong sword energy burst out, fell from the air, and slashed directly at Jing Ke!
"Who are you?"
A few miles away from Xinzheng City, there are already some low hills, and thick trees line both sides of the road. Under the reflection of the bright moon above, Jing Ke moved his body and directly avoided the sword energy falling from the sky. Cold light shot out.
He held a long sword in his hand, his body tensed, and he looked somewhere behind him.
Don't give him any nonsense, the battle is the right thing to do!
When he raised his hand, there was another sword energy with greater power. The sword light divided into six parts, blocking Jing Ke's flying and moving method. Each sword energy was enough to severely injure a warrior at the peak of the innate world.
However, after three breaths, a light flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes, and he dodged two attacks from him in a row. His movement skills looked very good. Although his strength was still far from the peak of his innate ability, with the blessing of this movement skills,
It's hard to say how powerful he is.
Again and again, I will not give him time again and again!
With one step of his step, the black heavy sword in his hand was inserted into the ground. He moved his hands gracefully, and the mighty power in his body came out. With one palm strike, the void of heaven and earth was completely sealed, and the pressure was surging in all directions.
The violent palm power invaded. This time, no matter how Jing Ke moved, no matter how dazzling the mysterious light that protected his body, he could not move even half an inch. He could sense the domineering palm print in front of him and definitely have the ability to obliterate himself.
The sword in his hand trembled. Since I started practicing the Huluo Sword Technique, my strength has improved very quickly. Is it possible that I will die here today? The voices and looks of my master, senior brother, and junior sister flashed through my mind like lightning.
A hint of determination flashed across his handsome and unruly face, his fingers moved quickly around his body, and the true energy in his body boiled. He held a sword in one hand and spurted blood from his mouth. This set of Nie Zheng's sword skills inherited two hundred years ago may be used today.
Or it won't exist anymore.
But he was never willing to die like this. His spiritual sense was integrated into the essence and blood, blessing the sword body, and his mind and spirit were unified. He forcibly improved his realm and combat power, ten times the previous attack power, and the bright sword light flashed across, and with that
Tao rushed to touch the palm prints in front of him.
puff!
A blow collided, without any resistance. The sword light was wiped out, the physical body was impacted by the violent force, the whole body was chapped, the seven orifices were shaking, blood was flowing, and the whole body was pale. Although he was not dead, his foundation did not exist. He was already a person.
Since he is disabled, he naturally has no power to resist.
Stepping forward, sensing that Jing Ke's vitality was still there, he struck out with another bold palm!
“I didn’t expect that I was still a step too late!”
In an instant, a brighter sword light flew from a distance, like an arrow from the string, no, even worse than an arrow from the string. It struck directly at Lu Qing's palm print, and he stood in front of Jing Ke.
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Sensing Jing Ke's current situation, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. In a flash, a violent aura flowed around him, and the sharp edge of an assassin who belonged to the level of god transformation was highlighted. He stabbed Zhou Qing with a sword, and at the same time, he swept Jing Ke away.