The King of Linghai and Taoist Siyuan came to both ends of the square at some point.

The knights who had just begun to charge stopped their mounts. The fanatical believers were still crying a moment ago. At this time, they were already taken by Anwar to retreat to the distance. From time to time, they looked back and looked at the middle of the field where they were still fighting, with a little nervous.

In addition to the dark willows and the falling star stones, the aura of the mountain and river maps and the outer seals of the sky have also appeared in Li Palace.

Under the sudden suppression of the Ligong Formation, Wu Daozi lost his last chance to counterattack.

A short knife stabbed into his lower abdomen. If his vision was better, he would have seen the knife spinning half a circle in his abdomen.

Wu Daozi let out a shrill cry of pain, and the brush in his hand and the pigment plate hidden in his sleeve fell down, smashing it into pieces on the bluestone slab.

Hu thirty-two short knives were pulled out and inserted into Wu Daozi's other intact sole, fast, stable and accurate.

When he did these things, his expression was very calm, or focused, as if he had forgotten everything outside of him.

Wu Daozi screamed again and fell to the ground, and could no longer get up.

Blood kept pouring out of his body, and the picture looked extremely bloody and cruel.

As a painting saint, Wu Daozi naturally has something extraordinary. Even though he started practicing later and lived for thousands of years, his realm had already reached an unfathomable level. Even if he was suppressed by the Ligong Formation, he would not have surrendered so quickly.

But this matter cannot be missed, and after they leave later, they cannot leave any possibility of counterattack on the other side, so Chen Changsheng could only use such a bloody battle method to use the most perverted knife of the Thirty-Two of the People.

An Liu left the ground and returned to the hands of the King of Linghai. The Rock's Star Stone shone with a few rays of light and returned to the scabbard.

"You won't die, so don't worry."

Chen Changsheng removed the golden needle and stabbed Wu Daozi's important qi orifices to stop the bleeding in his abdomen.

Wu Daozi's face was pale, with anger and absurd emotions that could not be suppressed, and he shouted: "You actually dare to hurt me!"

Chen Changsheng took out three different pills from his sleeve and fed them into his mouth, without answering him.

Wu Daozi said sternly: "This is what Lord Wang means!"

Chen Changsheng still ignored him and confirmed that the injury on his soles should be fine.

Wu Daozi felt that the wounded part was getting more and more painful, and he was extremely angry and hated. He watched him scold loudly, and his filthy words gradually increased.

Chen Changsheng glanced at him, his eyes calm and bright.

Hu Sanshier asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want another knife?"

Wu Daozi suddenly felt like a knife was squeezing his abdomen, and he was extremely frightened, and subconsciously closed his mouth.

Anhua came to the venue.

Chen Changsheng said, "I'll hand him over to you."

Anhua already knew the identity of the old man in gray robe. He was a little nervous, but nodded.

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "It will become more empty when leaving the palace later. If someone comes..."

Anwar's voice trembled slightly: "I will kill him."

Chen Changsheng looked at her calmly and seriously and said, "I mean, no matter who comes."

This sentence refers to the middle-aged scholar.

When it comes to status or reputation in the hearts of the people, even if he has been raised for many years, he is still far inferior to the other party.

Only people like Anhua will ignore the other party's existence because of him.

"Whoever comes, I will kill him."

Anhua answered quickly this time, and his voice calmed down and stopped trembling, and he seemed very firm.

The King of Linghai and Taoist Siyuan looked at her with appreciation, and the former taught a trick.

"Remember to cut off your head, it will ensure it will be killed."

Listening to this, An Hua, who had finally calmed down, became a little stupid again.

Finally, Hu Sanyi Er stuffed his short knife into her hand and said with a smile: "My knife is faster."

The sound of hooves rose again, the smoke and dust rose and fell again, and Ligong soon became deserted.

Those ordinary believers were guarding outside, and there was only Wu Daozi in the pool of blood in the square and Anhua, who held the short sword in his hands.

Two thousand national cavalrymen drove out of the palace along the Shinto, and I don’t know how many shocking discussions would arouse.

All the bishops and deacons, including the King of Linghai, the Taoist Siyuan, and Hu Sanshiyi also left.

No one noticed that the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect in the Xuanwen Hall also left, and the archbishop of the sect sacrifice left.

There was no one in Li Palace, because of the movements and movements in Tianshuling, there was no one outside Li Palace.

But those candidates who participated in the Grand Court Examination did not know about this at all, and the bishops who presided over the Grand Court Examination in the Qingye World did not know about it.

If someone has analyzed it, or will find that most of the priests who are still in the Aoba World belong to the old sect of the state religion.

Of course, the Chingshu Department was originally the concentration of the old sects of the state religion, and it was natural that the Chingshu Department was responsible for the Chingshu Department.

In advance, no one could object to the Pope's decision.

The girl in black picked up the pot of green leaves and walked out of the Qingxian Hall.

Most of the teaching center was taken away by her.

Her expression was very indifferent, because in her opinion, it was just a very ordinary little thing.

Today, she has to do many big things.

For example, take revenge on the middle-aged scholar.

...

...

The middle-aged scholar was naturally the king's plan.

How should I describe him?

No adjective is worthy of this person.

He is a true legend.

He has an unimaginable status in the history of the human race, except that he has never been an emperor. Even now, he is still the most trusted commander and closest companion of the demon race. At the same time, he is the strongest man that the demon princes in Xue Lao City are most afraid and admired.

Looking at Wang Zhice, Xu Yourong suddenly laughed.

She knew very well that although they were all old people in the era of Taizong, Wang Zhice had a bad relationship with Shang Xingzhou.

In the later years of Emperor Taizong, their relationship was even more obscure and dangerous.

Just like Wu Daozi, who should be in Li Palace at this time, the old demon king who was most afraid of in the world was the old demon king, and the second thing he was afraid of was Shang Xingzhou.

Or it should be said that Ji Dao Ren.

The portraits on the Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by Wu Daozi.

But most of the people in the portrait were killed by Ji Dao Ren.

Time cannot completely eliminate hostility and fear. Even for hundreds of years, they should be the opponent, but why do they join forces today?

Xu Yourong didn't ask because she knew the answer.

But it is the overall situation, the world, the demon clan, and the northern expedition.

She suddenly thought, if the Empress was still alive, what would she do in the face of such a situation?

The Empress would probably sigh with mockery and contempt: Man...

Thinking of that scene, Xu Yourong's smile became even brighter.

Wang Zhice asked, "Why is the saint laughing?"

Xu Yourong smiled and said lightly: "Because I suddenly discovered a possibility."

Wang Zhice said gently: "Please say it."

"You always don't show up when you should show up, but you jump out when you should show up."
Chapter completed!