Under the moonlight, on the roof.

Chen Ji looked at the Emei thorn in his hand, and then at the Emei thorn in the black-clothed assassin's hand...

As early as when Yunyang and Jiaotu wanted to kill him, they said that there was a knight-errant who was good at Emei thorn and wanted to avenge King Jing.

Chen Ji kept this matter in mind and planned to blame the death of General Wang on the owner of Emei Ci. Who would have thought that the other party would also come.

The black-clothed assassin was not masked, and the black hat on his head also fell off during the fight...it turned out to be a woman.

Chen Ji held his breath and looked over, only to see that the black-clothed assassin was about thirty-six or seventeen years old. He had a good appearance but had a sense of vicissitudes of life, just like the peony stone bridge on the Luo River, which had been blown by decades of wind and rain.

The other party's eyes were scarlet, as if he had cried countless times, cried himself to sleep, and woke up crying.

On the bluestone long street, the assassin in black faced off with more than a dozen Chitose Army soldiers. The assassin moved to the left, and the soldiers also moved to the left to form a web, pulling each other's energy, looking for each other's flaws.

Under the eaves, General Wang gritted his teeth and pushed himself up. He did not pull out the Emei thorn from his shoulder socket, but took out the sword from his waist and said coldly: "Su Zhou, I understand your desire to avenge the prince, but why do you think so?

Did I betray the prince? I have been loyal to the prince all these years, where did I go wrong?"

The female assassin named "Su Zhou" holds an Emei thorn in one hand.

Her scarlet eyes from crying slowly scanned every Chitose Army soldier: "Your Majesty taught me, to judge a person, don't judge a person by what he says, only by what he does. The Chitose Army is a direct descendant of the Prince, and the Prince is gone.

, you can still be fine, doesn’t that prove that you are traitors?”

General Wang looked stern and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The Emei thorn in Su Zhou's hand was gently turned upside down, and he bent down and held it in front of his face, like the barbs on the arms of a mantis.

She sneered and said: "Wang Chongli, when you were shot in the back by an arrow outside Liuzhou City, it was the prince who carried you and fled into the city. He carried you behind his back and begged your grandfather and grandma, and then he found the reclusive medicine official.

Heal you. Then I will heal you from the rivers and lakes

He has collected the Qingyang Swordsmanship as a training method. The sword in your hand was given to you by him when you were promoted to a general. When the prince was looking for someone to make this sword, he went to great lengths to find meteorite iron from the inner court. He visited the thatched cottage three times and invited Cangzhou to

Swordsman, have you forgotten all this?"

"Wu Yong, when you were still an infantryman, the shoes issued to you by the Munitions Department did not fit your feet. After marching for seventy miles, your feet were worn out. The prince gave you his shoes."

"Gou Lintao, you were just an unknown person in the world back then. Your father's cultivation path was coveted by others and he was poisoned. The prince avenged you and took back the cultivation path, but now you have repaid him with kindness."

On the bluestone road, Su Zhou made a loud noise, and his words were as hard as iron.

She was actually acquainted with the Thousand-Year-Old Army's confidants. She called them by name one by one and knew their resumes very well.

The first soldier was silent for a long time and said: "Aunt Su, we did not harm the prince."

Su Zhou asked in a deep voice: "I will make you kneel down in the City God's Temple and swear by your parents with your blood. If you betray the prince, I will ask the City God to go to the underworld and take them away. Do you dare?"

The soldiers unconsciously clenched the swords in their hands, but no one dared to accept it.

Chen Ji lay on the roof and listened in shock and confusion. Was it because people in Ning Dynasty were superstitious so they didn't dare to swear, or was it really effective to swear by blood in the City God's Temple?

At this time, General Wang said slowly: "The reason why we are still alive and well is to remain useful to avenge him and wait for the opportunity to kill the eunuchs. We did not betray the prince, but the bastard of the Chen family named Chen Ji did.

Your Majesty."

Su Zhou sneered: "Do you really think I will believe you if you pour dirty water on a young apprentice? It doesn't matter, you have to kill him too, and he has to kill him too. After I kill you, I will kill him and kill them all!"

General Wang gritted his teeth and said: "Crazy woman, are you crazy?"

Su Zhou's eyes were like an abyss: "I am indeed crazy."

General Wang lowered his head and glanced at the Emei thorn on his shoulder, then shook his right wrist slightly and made a clanging sound from the sword in his hand: "Do you really think you can kill so many of us? In the past, you gave in for the sake of the prince.

You, do you really think you are some great knight?"

Su Zhou's voice came out from between his teeth: "Try it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her charging into the soldiers.

A soldier came with a sword, but before the sword hit her, she disappeared from sight.

The soldier felt a stinging pain in his leg and then his thigh was pierced by Emei thorn, and blood flowed profusely.

Su Zhou pressed his Emei thorn on his neck and pulled him back from behind to break away from the encirclement. The rest of the soldiers were afraid to take action.

The next moment, the Emei thorn in Su Zhou's hand stabbed the soldier's chest several times like lightning. Blood spurted out, turning her hands red: "I drove from the capital for five days and five nights, and three horses were killed."

, but I still haven’t seen the prince for the last time. The first thing I did when I arrived in Luo City was to find someone to ask what the Chitose Army did when the prince was in prison. Someone told me that the Chitose Army did nothing.”

Su Zhou choked up and said: "I thought I heard wrongly, or the person I asked didn't know, so I asked again and again, for fear that I would wrongly blame you... Could it be that the friendship between you fighting side by side in those years, what you said when drinking together

,Are they all fake?”

The soldier she was holding slowly fell down, her eyes dull as she said, "Aunt Su, I'm sorry..."

Su Zhou's eyes flickered for a moment: "Go and say sorry to the prince and tell me what to do."

After saying that, she actually moved forward again, but her every move was erratic. As the saying goes, the body moves waist first, the body turns with the steps, the palms change with the steps, the steps follow the palms, connected up and down, and the whole body is one.

The Emei thorn in her hand matched her body shape, like an erratic leaf, with the appearance of disappearing without a trace. Under the siege of more than ten soldiers, they could not catch her figure.

Gradually, an invisible wind appeared beside Su Zhou, pulling the soldiers beside her to sway unsteadily. The fallen leaves on the ground were swept by the air current, slowly forming a pattern of yin and yang fish.

Just when the Yin-Yang Fish was about to take shape, General Wang found the right moment and struck with his sword, cutting Su Zhou's right arm and breaking the Yin-Yang Fish Formation.

After General Wang succeeded in the attack, he did not hesitate to fight and quickly exited the battle circle: "My lord, you actually asked that old man Cheng Tinghua to teach you the art of Bagua Baoyuan for you."

After saying that, he waved his hand gently, motioning for all the soldiers to gather around him.

When an armored soldier passed by him, he grabbed the opponent's arm armor and whispered: "I don't know where her Bagua Baoyuan is now. You and I may not be her match. Go to the South City Gate to call the Luo City Soldiers and Horses to come and surround you."

She! Hurry!"

The soldier nodded, took advantage of the moment when Su Zhou was being surrounded, got on his horse, and galloped towards the south gate.

When General Wang was about to raise his sword and fight back again, he felt his left arm was slightly numb.

His expression changed, and he lowered his head and tore open the clothes at his shoulders. The place where the Emei thorns were nailed into the shoulder sockets had turned black and purple, and black lines were flowing along the blood, as terrifying as a spider web.

General Wang dipped his fingers into the blood, put it under his nose and smelled it, his eyes slightly cold: "Sansi? When did you find Sansi from the medical officer of Huangshan Taoist Court?"

He picked up the long sword and ran towards Anxi Street, but after taking two steps, he remembered that Taiping Medical Center had also been sealed off along with Prince Jing's Mansion.

General Wang thought for a moment and wanted to get on his horse.

But he clearly noticed that the strength in his body was being drained away bit by bit. In just half a stick of incense, he didn't even have the strength to mount his horse.

General Wang said hoarsely: "Su Zhou, where is the antidote to 'Sansi'?"

While Su Zhou was being surrounded by soldiers, he said coldly: "It's not like you haven't seen Sansi before. If there is an antidote, it would be conscience."

The so-called "Three Sis" are poisons named after the Huangshan Taoist Court to reward good deeds, punish evil deeds, and check Cha Si. If there are no ghosts in the heart, the three Sis are not only non-poisonous, but also a spiritual resource for improving the realm of strength; if there are ghosts in the heart,

It is the number one poison in the world.

General Wang begged in a low voice: "Su Zhou, I know that there is an antidote in the Huangshan Taoist Court. For the sake of the prince, give me the antidote, and I will avenge the prince with you! How can you avenge the poisonous phase alone?"

, he has twelve zodiac signs, what do you have?"

Su Zhou's heart was as hard as iron: "No need!"

General Wang turned around and staggered towards the dark alley behind him.

Su Zhou wanted to catch up, but was surrounded and killed by the soldiers, unable to move for a while.

…

…

In the dark alley, the only sounds left were Wang Chongli's footsteps and breathing. Black blood flowed from his shoulder socket, along his arms and robes, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Blue bricks, gray tiles, white walls, and alleys are like a maze.

In a daze, he staggered while holding on to the wall, as if he had returned to the city of Liuzhou. The still young Prince Jing was carrying him through the streets and alleys, asking loudly: "Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor? My brother was injured by an arrow.

, If there is a doctor who can cure me, I will reward you with a hundred taels of silver!"

He asked weakly on Prince Jing's back: "Your Majesty, will I die?"

Prince Jing laughed loudly: "How can you die? We haven't finished killing the bandits yet! Don't close your eyes. When we finish killing the bandits, I will go to His Majesty to ask for rewards from you, and make them all marquises!"

Wang Chongli murmured: "Would you like to be granted the title of Marquis..."

He seemed to hear the war song of the Thousand-year-old Army again: "If ten thousand people are united, Mount Tai can be shaken. Only loyalty and righteousness come, and bullfights are made in anger. Report to the emperor, come down to save the head of Guizhou. Kill all the thieves and bandits, and find a marquis..."

Wang Chongli turned around and seemed to see his former colleagues passing him in the alley. Someone patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go and kill the thief!"

Then, those comrades disappeared one by one at the end of the alley.

Wang Chongli shook his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously to reduce the double images in his eyes and the fantasy in his mind.

I don't know how long I walked until I could no longer hear the sound of fighting behind me.

He gasped and leaned against the white wall of the alley, gritting his teeth and trying to pull out the Emei thorn, but he had just pulled it out halfway when a black shadow fell from the eaves.

Put one hand on the handle of the Emei thorn, and press the Emei thorn back again!

Wang Chongli was in pain and roared angrily.

He raised his head to look at the traces that suddenly fell from the sky. He was about to get angry, but suddenly he cried out again: "Your Majesty!"

Chen Ji was startled.

Wang Chongli slowly sat down against the wall, with snot and tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I will never be sorry for you, and I will never have the face to see you again!"

Chen Ji remained silent and looked at each other quietly.

Wang Chongli wiped away his tears with his trembling sleeves: "But I can't help it. The poisonous prime minister sent White Rabbit and Yunyang to kidnap my family and cut off ten of my mother's fingers. I can't watch her die."

If the general doesn’t agree to them, we don’t know how many people in the Chitose Army will die. My lord, please forgive us, and I will be used as cattle and horses for you in the future..."

Chen Ji said in a low voice: "They also promised you a huge fortune, right?"

Wang Chongli murmured: "Yes, the wealth is overwhelming..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chongli's eyes suddenly returned to clarity.

He looked down at himself, then looked up at Chen Ji. His right hand suddenly shook, and the Qingyang Sword in his hand straightened and stabbed at Chen Ji.

But Chen Ji only turned sideways slightly and easily avoided the sword.

In an instant, before Wang Chongli could change his sword moves, Chen Ji had already grasped his right wrist and moved forward.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Chen Wu pulled out the Emei thorn from Wang Chongli's shoulder and stabbed it several times. The last blow penetrated into the heart from under the ribs, and blood that had already turned black flowed out.

Wang Chongli vomited a mouthful of blood. He was taking in too much air and not getting out too much.

Chen Ji said softly: "Everyone makes mistakes, just correct them in the next life."

"It makes sense," Wang Chongli smiled bitterly and his eyes became distracted again.

He didn't look at Chen Ji anymore. He looked over Chen Ji's shoulders and towards the white wall behind Chen Ji, as if he really saw something.

After a few breaths, he murmured: "Kill all the bandits and find a marquis... You promised that we would all be made a marquis, but why can't we kill all the bandits..."

Chen Ji squatted in front of Wang Chongli, quietly observing the changes in his pupils, until they completely expanded, and a stream of ice poured out from Wang Chongli's heart and merged into his Dantian.

He was silent for a long time: "Wuyun, do you think what he just said was true?"

Dark clouds meowed on the eaves overhead and answered: "I don't know."

Chen Ji suddenly felt.

Wang Chongli's loyalty when he followed Prince Jing that year was real, his laughter was real, he was drunk like mud, and the sunset and morning glow were also real.

It's just that life is generally like this. No matter how beautiful things happen for a long time, they are not spectacular.

Chen Ji stood up and said softly: "Let's go home."

Just as he stood up to leave, he looked back in shock.

In the alley, the Qingyang Sword in Wang Chongli's hand burned, and was rotten inch by inch by the blazing fire.

The fire was like the blazing sun, illuminating the night sky inch by inch, burning this neighborhood as bright as day.

Clang!

The sound of unsheathing.

The sound of unsheathing, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, resounded throughout the world. In the courtyard, hundreds of dogs barked and poultry flew away, as if the king was coming in person.

Chen Ji looked up in shock. This sound was unexpected and Xuanyuan had never mentioned it before.

Looking down again, the Qingyang Sword was like wood burned to ashes, leaving only a blazing sun-like pure sword intent that burst out, flew into Chen Ji's heart, and merged with the brilliant sword energy that had been cultivated in his body for a long time.

The sword energy that could not be shaped no matter what, finally took on the shape of a black sword!

Chen Ji recalled that Xuanyuan once said that the sword is the king of hundreds of weapons, and that along the journey of sword cultivation, he had to capture the world's sword power in order to fulfill himself.

This is Chen Jiduo’s first sword!

It turns out that the only way to practice swordsmanship is to kill people and seize the sword!

On the eaves, dark clouds meowed softly above his head. He quickly blew away the traces left by the Qingyang Sword, and then disappeared at the end of the alley.

A moment later, Su Zhou, his face covered with blood and wounded, silently approached. She knelt down and looked at the wounds on Wang Chongli's body, and she was shocked to find that every wound on Wang Chongli was exactly the same as where she had stabbed the armored soldier before.

She frowned and looked around, who was responsible for killing Wang Chongli?

What happened to that martial arts sound just now?
Chapter completed!