The Ninth Five Emperor of the Zhao Kingdom, the Great Zhao Emperor Bai Kun, was sitting carefully in front of several spirit sword masters from the Heart Sword Sect. He didn't even dare to sit down on the dragon chair behind him, and only used half of his buttocks.
"Emperor, I don't want to explain, I just want the results! Let me ask you for the last time, when can you give us the whereabouts of the young master of the Sword-making Villa?" One of the white-haired late-stage sword masters said in a stern tone.
The tone said.
Bai Kun's face was almost dripping with pain: "Immortal envoy, I have launched a nationwide search for people from the Mo family in Zhujian Villa. Except for a few who are at large, the rest of them have been caught and killed. But it's really...
There is no news about their young owner."
"I don't want to hear an explanation. Seven days. I'll give you seven days in the end. If you still can't find anyone after seven days, it's time to sit on Zhao's dragon chair with another name!" The old man in the late stage of Sword Meridian said in a conspiratorial tone.
Bai Kun's face became extremely ugly, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, but in the end he did not dare to show it at all, and pretended to be frightened: "Immortal envoy, calm down, the seven-day period is too short, can you extend it for a few more days?"
"How many days will you be given grace? Who will give me grace?" The old man stood up angrily: "Seven days! Not one more day! I will come back in seven days. I hope the emperor can give me good news by then!"
After speaking, the old man flicked his sleeves and walked out of the hall, followed closely by several fellow disciples behind him.
"Congratulations to the immortal envoy!"
Watching several spirit sword masters disappear at the entrance of the hall, Bai Kun's crouched body slowly stood up straight, and the humble smile on his face slowly faded. All the maids in the hall were silent and lowered their heads, wishing they could shrink back.
Back into the chest.
"Come here!" Bai Kun stood on the dragon's chair with an expressionless expression.
A group of golden-armored swordsmen quickly walked out from the corner of the hall. They were all fourth-level spiritual swordsmen, and several of their leaders were even fifth- and sixth-level warriors.
"Dispose of it." Bai Kun waved his hand coldly.
"Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life!"
More than a dozen chambermaids knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
There was no change on Bai Kun's face, and he stared straight at the jade seal on the imperial case that symbolized the authority of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.
The golden-armored swordsman pounced like a wolf and dragged a famous chambermaid away, and soon the entire hall returned to calm.
"Bang!"
Bai Kun slammed the jade seal to the ground, and smashed all the objects around him like crazy: "Fuck you, the Nine-Five Supreme Being! Go to hell!"
After beating and cursing for half an hour, the exhausted Bai Kun sat on the jade steps and panted violently.
At this moment, a loud bell suddenly sounded in the distance, and then it rang nine times in succession.
Bai Kun, who was taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up as if there were springs on his butt, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Come here! Who is ringing the Kowloon Bell?"
Soon, a group of hundreds of golden-armored swordsmen rushed in from outside the hall and protected Bai Kun.
"Your Majesty, please move to the Qianlong Palace!" A golden-armored swordsman whose strength reached the sixth level said anxiously.
Bai Kun broke away from the two golden-armored swordsmen who were supporting him and roared: "I'm not going anywhere! I am the emperor! I am the emperor of Zhao! This is my palace! Who can hurt me!"
The golden-armored swordsmen were extremely anxious. The Kowloon Bell was a warning bell that the imperial city was under threat. It rang nine times in a row. This was the highest level of warning, indicating that the city gates inside and outside Kyoto were no longer enough to defend the imperial city. The imperial city was directly under the enemy's attack.
Under the front!
However, these golden-armored swordsmen were also a little baffled. The inner and outer city gates were suddenly breached in broad daylight, and the Imperial City received no news at all! This is too unbelievable, but the nine rings of the Kowloon Bell cannot be faked. The Imperial City
Dangerous, and extremely dangerous!
Bai Kun was determined not to go anywhere, and the golden-armored swordsmen had no choice but to set up defenses inside and outside the palace as much as possible. Groups of golden-armored guards came from all over the palace, numbering in the thousands, and guarded the hall.
Surrounded by three layers outside, there are swordsmen wearing silver armor. Their strength is slightly weaker than that of the swordsmen in gold armor. They are based on third-order spiritual swordsmen, but their number is five times more!
Inside the imperial city, there were tens of thousands of black-armored guards composed of ordinary swordsmen, moving like ants towards the main hall where the emperor was.
In a side hall somewhere in the palace, a spirit sword master in the early stage of Sword Meridian said: "The palace seems to be in trouble, should we take action?"
The old man in the late stage of Sword Vein snorted softly: "This is the matter of their Bai family and has nothing to do with us. Let them solve it by themselves."
"But we can't ignore it completely. How about sending two people to keep an eye on it?" Another spiritual sword master in the middle stage of the sword vein said.
The old man in the late stage of Jianmai nodded: "Let a few juniors go."
In the inner city of Kyoto, on the Ziwu Avenue leading to the Imperial City, a figure covered in bloody flames was marching forward at a steady speed step by step. Behind him, densely packed corpses covered the entire street. What was strange was that there were no wounds on these corpses.
In front of the figure, countless swordsmen from the Imperial City Guards of Zhao State were holding sharp swords, but none of them dared to rush forward. Instead, they followed the figure's movements and retreated backwards.
"Come on! Come on! Did you fucking hear me?"
At the back of the crowd, a fifth-level spirit swordsman roared angrily and kept whipping the retreating swordsmen with their whips. But these swordsmen would rather be whipped than dare to move forward at all. Instead, they surrounded the sixth-level spirit swordsmen.
The swordsman fell back.
The silent killing continued. Anyone who retreated slowly and entered within ten feet of the figure fell to the ground silently. The bloody figure almost stepped on the corpse.
"No! I quit!"
A swordsman finally collapsed, threw away his sword, and ran away crying: "Devil! He is a devil!"
As the swordsman escaped, the momentum of the entire imperial city guard finally collapsed completely. A famous swordsman dropped his sword and ran away. They just wanted to leave this terrible place! And that terrible demon!
"Asshole! You losers! Don't even run away!"
The fifth-level spirit swordsman general angrily killed more than a dozen escaping swordsmen with his spirit sword, but more swordsmen came and knocked him to the ground, including his horse and his men, followed by countless big feet.
Ya stepped on him.
After an unknown amount of time, the fifth-level spirit sword master felt his body loosen up, and finally climbed up from the ground tremblingly. The shining armor on his body had been deformed by being stepped on, and his helmet hung crookedly on his head.
Above, there is a dark footprint on the shiny top door.
"Ahhhh! You damn bastards! I'm going to chop your heads off! I'm going to..."
The spirit sword master adjusted his helmet, and suddenly found that there was no one around him, and the terrifying devil had appeared not far in front of him. He swallowed back the words he said, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
.
"Your Excellency, please..."
The fifth-level spirit sword master only had time to say half a sentence, his whole body trembled, and all consciousness was completely lost...
In the palace hall, a black-armored general rushed into the hall while crawling.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is not well!"
Bai Kun grabbed the general's front: "Say! The sky won't fall!"
The black-armored general had a look of deep fear on his face and said incoherently: "The devil, it's the devil! The devil has entered the palace, Your Majesty! The entire Black Dragon Guard army has been annihilated!"
"What kind of devil? Tell me clearly?" Bai Kun roared.
"He, he..." The black-armored general pointed to the outside of the hall and could not say a complete sentence.
"waste!"
Bai Kun kicked down the black-armored general, snatched the spiritual sword from the hand of a golden-armored guard next to him, and slashed the black-armored general's neck with his sword. The headless body of the black-armored general fell to the ground with a crash, and his round head kept rolling down.
Under the jade steps, there was a shocking line of blood red, and deep fear was still shrouded in the dead-eyed face.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the tall jade sculpture of a coiled dragon in front of the Xuanzheng Hall crashed to the ground. The silver-armored guards around him fled in panic. Then a figure covered in blood and flames walked out from behind the broken jade sculpture of a coiled dragon.
Everywhere, the approaching silver-armored guards fell to the ground silently.
Bai Kun sat on the high palace, taking in this scene completely. He watched the silver-armored guard he relied on being taken away like wheat, and his heart was finally filled with fear.
"Quick! Go and invite the immortal envoy!"
Bai Kun suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his whole body was like a rabbit being stared at by a wild beast. He looked up and saw two blood-red eyes so eye-catching in the blood-red flames!
roar--
Seeing Bai Kun, the figure seemed to be stimulated by something, and let out a sharp roar that was not like a human being. Then all the spirit sword masters within a few hundred feet, regardless of their rank, saw a red color in front of their eyes, and then they felt
When the spirit feels pain, all consciousness disappears into nothingness.
Thousands of people fell to the ground at the same time, and dense gold and silver colors covered the entire Xuanzhengdian Square.
Then the figure turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards the main hall, the whole person was like a burning meteor!
"Your Excellency, stop it for now!"
A ray of sword light came from a distance and stood in front of Mo Wen and Bai Kun. This was an old man wearing a bright yellow robe, and the aura on his body was that of the early stage of the sword vein! If anyone in the world saw him, they would definitely recognize him.
This person turned out to be Bai Muchen, the royal swordsman of Zhao Kingdom!
"I wonder if there is any misunderstanding between you and the Bai family, please make it clear!" Bai Muchen didn't have the majesty of an imperial uncle at this moment, and said urgently.
Mo Wen remained unmoved and spat out a few words between his teeth: "The Bai family, damn it!"
Without losing weight, the bloody meteor directly hit him. Bai Muchen's expression changed, and he faced it with sword spirit protection.
boom!
The bloody meteor didn't pause at all. Bai Muchen's body flew out like a cannonball and smashed into a side hall. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Mo Wen's body crashed into the hall without any hindrance. Along the way, pieces of golden and silver armored guards fell down, and their souls were directly crushed to death.
boom!
Mo Wen's body fell on the Luan Hall, and the jade steps collapsed inch by inch. Bai Kun rolled from the dragon chair to the ground, and crawled under the dragon chair in horror.dd