"Greetings to His Majesty Jian Zong." Everyone knelt down and worshiped in an instant. Anyone who saw His Majesty Jian Zong would bend their backs. This is the majesty of Jian Zong.
The sword sect's scepter was slowly handed to Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing picked up the scepter, raised it high, and faced everyone in the square, including his followers, the world's sword cultivator.
"Your Majesty Wan Heng, Sword Sect Wan Heng!"
"Your Majesty Wan Heng, Sword Sect Wan Heng!"
"Your Majesty Wan Heng, Sword Sect Wan Heng."
One sound overshadowed the other. From today on, this city, the majestic Jianshan Capital City, has welcomed its master. Everyone knows that Jianshan has changed its owner. After the tedious procedures, the coronation ceremony ends after dusk.
At this time, Zhou Xing was surrounded by sword riders and walked in the middle of the crowd. He held a scepter and a kind smile. Everyone around him knelt down when they saw Zhou Xing. There were many strong people among them.
Or, until Zhou Xing arrived at the door of the main hall, the moment he was about to enter the door, Zhou Xing frowned, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if they were frozen in an instant. Everything around him, even the world, was frozen in an instant, and Zhou Xing's face turned cold.
Coming down, it was so gloomy and terrifying.
Today is a sunny day. The gentle sunshine is like a pair of warm big hands, gently stroking everyone's cheeks. He is dressed in simple long clothes and looks very frugal. His ordinary appearance is in everyone's eyes.
, people will not stop looking at it at all. Today he can enter the world-famous Jianshan Mountain. Normally, Jianshan Mountain is a holy land and is not open to the public at all. Ordinary people like them will never have the opportunity to visit Jianshan Mountain in their lifetime.
This time His Majesty was crowned, and the whole world was celebrating it, so he came, for His Majesty's coronation, and of course for His Majesty's sake.
He is a very low-key person. His ordinary appearance makes it impossible for him to be high-profile in this cruel world, so he chooses to be low-key. He has been in Jianshan for three days. In these three days, he will
He visited all the deficient places in Jianshan City, just because he came here for that Sword Sect. He had already explored that Sword Sect many times. The strength of the Sword Sect was not high, but because it was the Sword Sect, he
He regards Jian Zong as the most powerful person among the people he has killed. Of course, this is also the biggest order he has received in his career as a killer. I am afraid he will never have a chance in the future. For this day, he is prepared
After three days, the time is a little rushed, but there is no way, because the Sword Mountain has only been open for three days. Today, the coronation of His Majesty Jian Zong is completed and the Sword Mountain is closed again. Then even a saint cannot enter the Sword Mountain, let alone get close to it.
One step closer to the Sword Sect.
At dawn this morning, he got up and took a deep breath. Jianshan is a majestic city. In addition to many sword cultivators, there are also some ordinary civilians in it. If these people want to live, they can only rely on Jianshan.
, and naturally everything is available in this city, so there are also inns. However, because of the opening of Jianshan Mountain, this majestic and majestic city also seems a bit crowded. This is an ordinary inn, and he lives here.
, is also an ordinary resident, so he did not attract the attention of others or even the shopkeeper. The only thing the shopkeeper noticed was that this man's left hand was always hidden in his sleeve and never taken out. He was the most amputated person in the world.
There are many people with missing hands and feet, so this resident's left hand may be disabled, so he has always covered it with his sleeve and never exposed it. This is not a strange thing.
He ate very simply, noodles, steamed buns, a plate of pickles, and a pot of tea. He didn't seem to be a wealthy person. Such ordinary people were not uncommon in this city, so he seemed even more ordinary.
He ate a lot in the first two days. He ate at least four or five steamed buns. Today he only ate two. Maybe it was because he ran out of money, or maybe it was because of other reasons. But today he ate all the steamed buns he had eaten in the past three days.
After paying for the accommodation, he walked out of the inn. From beginning to end, the shopkeeper didn't see what the hand hidden in his sleeve was, and of course he wasn't curious. When the man walked out of the inn,
He blended into the crowd, like a drop of water falling into the sea. This person seemed to disappear into the crowd, as if everyone was him, and as if everyone was not him, but no matter whether it was him or not, the shopkeeper
Yes, I don't care anymore, and I will never look at him again, even his back, just because there are too many ordinary people like him, too many, and the shopkeeper can see them every day, so naturally he can't see them.
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He came very early and came to the entrance of the main hall. He frowned because there were already people here. He thought he came the fastest, but unexpectedly, he came very slowly. The entrance of the main hall was the closest to His Majesty the Sword Sect.
A place, so he chose this place. His Majesty Jian Zong would come out from here and accept the devout worship of all believers, so he chose this place. He sat on the ground, waiting, waiting, and the gentle sunshine also became
It was getting hot, but he didn't care. His left hand was always buried deep in his sleeve. Inside was a sword, a dagger. This sword was like a poisonous snake's fang, perfectly hidden.
Only at the moment of biting someone can the deadly edge be exuded. When the huge door of the hall slowly opened, countless sword riders rushed out. His Majesty the Sword Sect took the scepter and walked out. At this time, he was no more than 10 meters away.
Three feet, this distance, he could take action without hesitation, but he didn't, because he chose the timing of the assassination and put it at the opportunity of Jian Zong returning to the hall, because this procession could consume Jian Zong no matter what.
For him, even if he only consumes a little bit of energy, he will have one more chance. This trivial chance can sometimes be directly related to the final success or failure.
Although he waited for a long time, he was a very patient person. Finally, Zhou Xing came back. When he was about to step into the hall, when the sunlight on his body was about to turn into shadow, he took action, holding the sword in his left hand.
, quietly reached out and turned into an invisible sword light, forming a scarlet cross. His name is Shi. He is not the tenth killer, just because after he kills someone, he always leaves a cross on others. This is consistent with him.
This is related to the cross sword light. This is his martial skill. He only has this martial skill. As a killer, it is enough to practice this skill to perfection, because the killer often has no chance to use the second sword, so
He will only take one shot, and of course there is only one chance. If he fails once, it will be considered a failure.
When he took action, it was so fast that even the sword riders around Zhou Xing did not react. He believed that he had succeeded and only when Zhou Xing fell did the sword riders find out that His Majesty Jian Zong was dead.
And he would quietly retreat to the area of ordinary people, and then disappear into the Sword Mountain, because no one would suspect that an ordinary person killed their Sword Sect. He had already imagined his success and then retreating safely, but
When his sword stabbed Zhou Xing, Zhou Xing's body moved. Although he moved a little slowly, he still moved. The cross sword light stabbed Zhou Xing's body, and blood fell out, but Zhou Xing
However, Xing avoided the vital point. He was not dead, and of course he could not die. The sword riders immediately rushed out, protected Zhou Xing, and entered the main hall. Zhou Xing's face was pale and his back was cold. He was already dying just now.
Wandering around in front of the door, the reason why Zhou Xing was able to avoid the fatal blow was because he felt the killing intent that came instantly. Although this killing intent was very light, he still caught it sharply.
, Facing this seemingly weak but fatal blow, Zhou Xing knew that there was very little he could do. He could only try his best to move, and then let the killer's sword not move.
As for killing himself, he had no choice but to move. Apart from moving, he had no other choice, so he took a step back. It was only one step, but he didn't even finish it. The sword fell on his chest.
Killer Ten immediately felt that something was wrong. Even Emperor Wu might not be able to react so quickly to this sword. Zhou Xing was not Emperor Wu, and there was still a long, long way to go before Emperor Wu, but Zhou Xing was able to react.
, it is enough to show that Zhou Xing is not simple, but now that Zhou Xing has been protected by a sword rider, he has entered the main hall. The golden door is immediately closed, and dull black clouds cover the entire city. The next moment, there seems to be a thick thunder,
Spanning between heaven and earth, this is Jian Zong's territory, this is Jian Zong's city, this is Jian Zong's coronation ceremony, but Jian Zong was assassinated, this is a big event, a huge thing, this is also a shame,
This was a shame that had never happened in Jianshan for thousands of years. Everyone reacted quickly. Everyone pointed out the assassin because he was no longer ordinary. The person who assassinated Jian Zong on the street could no longer be ordinary. Since he could no longer be ordinary,
Then even if he is mixed among ordinary people, he still seems to stand out from the crowd.
"His Majesty has been assassinated."
Three voices kept ringing in three different directions. I don’t know who it was. All the sword cultivators present clenched their swords, with anger rising in their eyes. That was His Majesty.
He is the leader of sword cultivators in the world, and he is the most sacred existence among sword cultivators. Anyone who dares to assassinate His Majesty the Sword Sect must be punished by being cut into pieces with thousands of swords. Although some people in the crowd shouted, those in Sword Mountain were all
They exited in an orderly manner. Only the killer, the famous Killer Ten, could not retreat. Among the obscure crowd, there were already unknown how many powerful auras locked on him. He could not hide it no matter how hard he tried.
Maybe he could escape it. The moment he failed, he should have thought that this would inevitably be the result. But he didn't expect that the result would come so quickly and in such an orderly manner, leaving him without even a chance to resist.
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His Majesty Jian Zong was assassinated. It was such a big deal, but when someone shouted out, no one in the city panicked. Everyone seemed to be just one person, because no one was messing around, and the person who was messing around, for example, was the murderer. At this time
The famous killer Shi smiled helplessly. He was like a fool. Even the ordinary people around him who had no power to restrain a chicken looked at him like a fool, because he was a killer, because
Those words were not shouted out by others, but by himself. Of course he hoped that the crowd would cause a disturbance and then take the opportunity to escape, but he miscalculated. He used Xuan Qi to control his voice, so that the sound of each sentence was different, and also
He used Xuan Qi to change the position of the sound transmission, but it still had no effect. Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at Xing Chi.
The dull dark clouds became restless, and in the sky, there was a movement like snow, like a peerless immortal, with a sword under his feet, flying in the sky. This person was flying in the sky with a flying sword, as light as a feather. He was already otherworldly. Seeing
When this person appeared, all the sword cultivators present were excited. Looking at that peerless back figure, they seemed even more obsessed. In the entire Sword Mountain, apart from the saint, the most powerful one was the master of the five halls.
Si, everyone is a strong Sword Emperor, and this is the master of Luoying Palace, one of the five palaces. The Sword Emperor is young, has light eyebrows, ignores the common people, and has a look of disdain, as if everything in the world is under his feet.
They were all ants. The terrifying aura was like a huge mountain pressing down. Boom, Killer Ten knelt down suddenly. With a click, his knees hit the stone slab on the ground. The stone slab shattered like a spider web, and the entire knee bone shattered like glass.
It cracked and blood trickled out. Even the many sword cultivators watching around him not only gritted their teeth and took a breath, it seemed that even they felt a sharp pain. Countless sharp swords seemed to be cutting his body.
His flesh and blood, his skin was broken inch by inch, and the blood kept dyeing his clothes red. In just a moment, he seemed to have become a bloody man.
In this Emperor of Heaven, the decree of the Martial God, the saints cannot come out, and the Martial Emperor is hidden. Only the strong Martial Emperor can control the world, but it does not mean that the saint is not scary, and it does not mean that the Martial Emperor is not scary. The killer Shi Na is an existence that has assassinated the strong Martial Emperor, but like this
A person who is so weak now is really pitiful. In the face of absolute power, he is as humble as an earthworm. No matter how he squirms, as long as that person is unwilling to be contaminated, he will never be able to touch a corner of his clothes.
At that time, the Sword Emperor Nianhua in the air did not take any action at all. He only relied on his pressure and aura to make a terrifying killer so embarrassed. If the Sword Emperor took action, what kind of terrifying scene would it be? Everyone was really shocked.
Unimaginable.
"Very good, worthy of being a killer, he didn't even hum." Han Mo's voice was like the sword energy of Han Mo. Everyone stood in awe, rubbing their hands from time to time, and Han Mo's palms were already sweating.
After all, he is the Sword Emperor, a powerful Martial Emperor. There are already countless figures in this world, and the Sword Emperor is even rarer. Only in a place like Sword Mountain can a strong Sword Emperor exist, and the world can threaten the Sword Emperor.
Among the characters, apart from the Jiutian Martial God and the Saint, there are only the Eight Heavenly Emperors. If the Eight Heavenly Emperors do not have luck to bless themselves, they may not be the opponents of the Sword Emperor. For example, the Zen Emperor of Xiling, he may be able to defeat a
Sword Emperor, but if there is a difference between life and death with a Sword Emperor, the Zen Master will have absolutely no confidence. This is the terror of the Sword Emperor.
"It is the highest honor to be praised by the Sword Emperor." Killer Ten smiled bitterly.
