The 232nd chapter does not love red clothes and loves armed
Feng once spoke highly of Leng Wushuang's talent as an assassin and regarded her as his proud disciple.
This was not said casually.
All assassin talents require a prerequisite, which is excellent endurance.
Perhaps it was because he was born in poverty and was burdened with a blood feud that he developed Leng Wushuang's perseverance and perseverance.
In other words, before joining Wanjin Tower, she already had the prerequisites to become an excellent assassin.
Years of professional training have honed her keen sense of opportunity to seize opportunities and her decisiveness in carrying out assassinations.
The moment an external force intervened, Xiao Wenjian's response was already as good as possible. He used the smallest movement to avoid it, and the sword intent surrounding his body showed only an almost imperceptible looseness.
However, such a tiny loophole was eventually caught by the assassin girl.
It can even be said that the moment the member of the Xiao family's secret hall flew toward Xiao Wenjian, Leng Wushuang had already foreseen Xiao Wenjian's possible response and adjusted his position in advance.
Therefore, the angle of the sword of this "Flying Immortal from Heaven" style was extremely precise, hitting Xiao Wenjian's fleeting defensive loophole just in time.
This sword clearly intended to kill him, but it didn't seem to have the slightest killing intent. The sword's intent turned into a white light spot, which seemed to move slowly, but was actually as fast as lightning.
Xiao Wenjian saw the sword light coming towards his chest, but he did not feel the slightest hostility. Instead, he read a hint of warmth from it, like a gentle god of death, making people relax their vigilance without realizing it, and then take the soul into the bag.
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His heart trembled, and he tried to raise his sword to fight back, but his intuition told him that it was too late.
The timing chosen by the opponent and the angle at which the sword is drawn are all perfect in seconds. The power of the sword move itself is beyond imagination. When masters compete, it is often just a thin line.
And this person on the line is none other than the member of the Xiao family's secret hall.
Just as Xiao Wenjian expected, Leng Wushuang's long sword pierced his chest first. The terrifying sword intent and the bone-chilling chill intertwined and quickly invaded into the internal organs, instantly making this genius see.
Lost combat capability.
What a terrifying sword!
He couldn't help but admire in his heart, and then slowly fell backwards. A thin layer of ice crystals appeared on the surface of his skin, completely freezing his whole body. The dignified second hero turned into an ice sculpture, never to be seen again.
No resistance at all.
Leng Wushuang was unfazed by the fact that she defeated the peerless genius who was second in the list of heroes with one sword. She flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight again.
The next moment, her beautiful orange figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the square, a cold light flashed in her hand, and the sword was as strong as a dragon, piercing the heart of a Xiao family secret hall.
The secret hall member of the Xiao family was fighting with the Tianlun master brought by Li Yiru. How could he withstand Leng Wushuang's elusive assassination? He didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body was frozen by the cold air on the sword, and there was a "bang"
He fell heavily to the ground and soon lost his breath.
Leng Wushuang succeeded with one blow, and without stopping, he used the "Breathe Condensation Technique" and disappeared without a trace again, without even looking at the target of the sneak attack lying on the ground.
Next, this beautiful orange figure flickered around the battlefield without stopping for a moment. The long sword in its hand was like the gentle breath of death. Every time it appeared, it could easily kill a life, in just a few dozen seconds. In one breath, the originally powerful Xiao family secret hall and the masters of various factions were reduced by 20% in her hands.
The remaining rebel masters were all frightened when they saw the assassin girl's elusive methods. During the battle, they had to be prepared for assassin attacks from behind, and they also had to be careful to avoid the path of the "female overlord" Shen Xiaowan. They could not concentrate at all. , inevitably tied up.
With the help of the three disciples from Piaohua Palace, the Golden Armored Forbidden Army was all in high spirits. While sighing at the amazing strength of these beauties, they counterattacked with all their strength, gradually suppressing the arrogance of the Xiao Family Alliance.
In the sky above the square in front of the main hall, Venerable Jiu, Venerable Bai, Xuanyuan Wudi and Ji Huangcheng were still fighting fiercely, but Xiao Banshan was already exhausted and complaining endlessly.
This woman is so lucky!
He had exerted his strength to the extreme, with countless cold air currents swirling around him, trying to resist Ye Qinglian's fierce offensive.
However, the level of cold yin energy in "Tai Su Xuan Yin Gong" is much higher than that of his golden spiritual skill. Every time the two of them fight, the transformation spiritual power released by Xiao Banshan only slightly touches Ye Qinglian's colorful spirit. Silk, just like a grandson meeting his grandfather, instantly surrendering, bowing his head, and being completely broken without any resistance.
Xiao Banshan knew that his spiritual power was restrained, so he originally planned to use his agility to hold off Ye Qinglian. Even if he did not seek victory, he could at least maintain an undefeated situation and buy more time for Xiao Qing to attack the palace.
Unexpectedly, the beauty in green clothes in front of him was not only astonishingly lethal, but also faster than him. Xiao Banshan could not retreat even if he wanted to fight. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness as he fought. Suddenly it came to my mind.
The masters competed with each other with great momentum. As soon as Xiao Banshan showed signs of decline, Ye Qinglian instantly sensed it. She shook her lotus feet and her speed was a little faster. She raised her two slender hands at the same time, and the tops of her white jade fingers shot out. Dozens of colorful spiritual threads struck Xiao Banshan's vitals like lightning.
Seeing the opponent's sudden attack, Xiao Banshan was shocked. By mistake, his movement was slightly slower, and a spiritual thread penetrated the palm of his left hand.
His mind was lost and he no longer had the thought of continuing the fight. The spiritual power in his body turned rapidly, trying to get rid of Ye Qinglian's spiritual skills, and then quickly left the battlefield, never wanting to see this fierce woman in front of him again.
However, the spiritual power thread tied into his left palm suddenly began to glow. Once the spiritual power in Xiao Banshan's body poured into his left hand, it would dissipate quickly and no trace of it could be retained.
Xiao Banshan's face suddenly became extremely ugly. The spiritual power threads released by Ye Qinglian were like tarsal maggots. They could not be shaken off and continued to dissolve the spiritual power in his body. It was really annoying.
The abnormality in his left hand attracted too much of Xiao Banshan's attention, causing his movement to slow down even more, and he was entangled in the second and third spiritual power threads.
not good!
Several spiritual power threads attacked at the same time. Xiao Banshan felt that the spiritual power in his body was like breaking a dike, rushing crazily to several parts pierced by the spiritual power threads, and then melted into nothingness, as if it had never existed.
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"Spare..." This time he was completely panicked. He saw more and more spiritual power threads piercing his body. Most of the spiritual power in his body had dissipated. When he was about to ask for mercy, he suddenly found that it was very difficult to even speak.
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"Old guy, my aunt's name is Ye Qinglian." Ye Qinglian said coldly, "If you become a ghost and want revenge, just come to me."
After saying that, she stretched out her white jade-like palm and grabbed it from the air. Dozens of colorful spiritual threads that had penetrated Xiao Banshan's body lit up at the same time. The old man's eyes instantly lost their luster, and there was no longer any spiritual power in his body. His body was slightly fatter.
It fell to the square below in a free fall and hit the ground hard, causing dust to fly and smoke to drift.
After killing Xiao Banshan, Ye Qinglian turned her beautiful eyes and glanced at the four spirit masters who were still fighting in the air. Seeing that both Master Jiu and Xuanyuan Wudi were not inferior, she turned to look in the direction of Jinluan Palace...
The Fulong Empire is located to the west of Daqian, and the two sides are separated by a vast and boundless prairie.
Going straight west along the Daqian Empire, after passing through the entire grassland, the Gobi terrain will gradually appear, so the climate will become much drier.
The unsatisfactory natural environment also created the relatively tough folk customs of the Fulong Empire.
Although the imperial city buildings of the Fulong Imperial Capital can be considered magnificent, compared to the imperial city of the Daqian Empire, they are somewhat less splendid. This shows that there is still a certain gap in the financial resources of the two empires.
In the imperial study, Emperor Murong Xiu was sitting on a sandalwood bench, playing with an jade cup in his hand and humming softly, obviously in a good mood.
The ruler of the Fulong Empire looks like he is only about forty years old. He has a face like a crown jewel and eyes like bright stars. His majestic imperial aura is also mixed with a sense of vitality, which is similar to that of the Daqian Emperor Li Jiuye.
The styles are quite different.
There were two rows of wooden chairs opposite the desk, and a middle-aged man in brown attire was sitting on one of the chairs.
The man was about fifty years old, with a slightly thin face, but his eyes were shining, and he always had a slight smile on his lips. He did not appear to be very reserved when facing the emperor.
"At this time, Li Jiuye must have a headache." Murong Xiu put down the jade cup in his hand, with a lazy smile on his face.
"Xiao Qing is a very capable person." The man in brown clothes pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "It may not be a good thing for us to let him become the master of Daqian."
"It doesn't matter." Murong Xiu shook his head and said, "No matter who wins or loses, Li Jiuye or Xiao Qing, after this battle, Daqian's national power will decline sharply. Let's capture Xiqi Province again, and we will lose each other." , within ten years, the east will no longer pose a threat to me."
"Although Xiao Qing promised to cede half of Xiqi Province's territory when things are done, if he loses..." The man in brown clothes continued, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy to seize Xiqi Province from Li Jiuye. , after all, we are not ready for a full-scale war."
"Now Xiao Wuhen's army is still in Xiqi. If Xiao Qing is defeated, what do you think he will do?" The corners of Murong Xiu's mouth raised slightly, as if he had everything under control.
"Your Majesty means..." The man in brown clothes glanced at him, "He will join us?"
"As long as he is not too stupid, he will definitely want to use my power to take revenge." Murong Xiu said slowly, "And why can't I use his hand to capture Xiqi?"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty," the man in brown clothes said with a smile, "It seems that no matter how hard the Xiao and Li families try, they can't find the palm of your hand."
"Who made the incompatibility between Emperor Daqian and the first family?" Murong Xiu said lightly, her eyes suddenly turned to the man in brown, "By the way, your Jiang family is the first family in the Fulong Empire, do you want to come too? Try usurping the throne?"
"Your Majesty is joking."
It turns out that this man in brown clothes is Jiang Tianhe, the current head of the Jiang family, the first family in the Fulong Empire: "With such a heroic leader as your majesty, our Jiang family can only fight with you in all directions, and our status will naturally rise, so there is no need to be thankless." Do you want to commit rebellion?"
"If you think so, that's the best thing." Murong Xiu's tone was full of confidence, "Now I'm worried that if Xiao Qing goes back on his word after he ascends the throne and is unwilling to give up the Xiqi land, Xiao Wuhen will do this It’s not easy to deal with the tiger generals guarding you. It’s time for your precious children to stretch their muscles.”
"It's just a son." Jiang Tianhe's face showed a trace of helplessness, "After giving birth to such a beautiful daughter, I also gave her a gentle name. I originally wanted to send her to the palace to serve His Majesty, but who would have expected that this would happen This girl doesn't like red clothes and weapons. She only knows how to fight and kill people all day long. I don't know who will dare to marry her in the future."
"Your daughter is born to be a general." Murong Xiu laughed and said, "If she is sent to the palace as a concubine, I am afraid that even I will be a little afraid of her."
"Old Minister, I have figured it out." Jiang Tianhe couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, "Since she can no longer serve His Majesty in the palace, being able to lead troops in battles and share His Majesty's worries can be regarded as worthy of the talents given to her by God."
"That's very good, that's very good." Murong Xiu nodded slightly, "Jiang Qing, I will entrust you with the matter of Xiqi."
"Old minister, I accept the order." Jiang Tianhe's face finally showed a trace of solemnity. He stood up and bowed slightly, "I will not disappoint Your Majesty."