v5 Chapter 102： defeat

Jianguang pierced the juvenile's chest, and the horrible power of the sword immediately began to destroy the flesh and blood of the boy. Even because the speed of the sword was too fast, it was already in this boy's chest when he pierced the boy's chest. There is a transparent wound in the body.

However, this boy did not die.

His actions didn't change at all.

In the perception of the middle of the Hou, the young man’s flesh and blood is filled with countless tombstones.

Then the boy's hand fell.

A large black tombstone appeared in the novel of the boy's hand.

This tombstone was smashed in the middle of the sorcerer's body, and even the gnome who was squatting behind the sword in the middle of the sword.

The bang banged.

Zhong Hou Hou and the gnome are like being photographed in the face of a Montenegro.

The ground underneath the two people burst completely, sagged down into a few feet, and then exploded in the next moment like a wave of waves.

In the middle of the Hou and the pygmy mouth, the blood is mad, and the body is half trapped in the ground, such as plowing the ground and plowing it backwards.

The pygmy was in the middle of the martial arts, but his cultivation was much worse than the middle ceremonial, so when his body plowed backwards, he was already dead. His body couldn't withstand more power, and in the next moment, it exploded from the inside out and turned into a broken **** fog.

All the practitioners who can see the scenes in this royal garden have all been shocked to the extreme. Even Yan Di, it is difficult to cover the eyes.

No one knows the origin of this gnome. At this moment, even everyone does not even see his face. However, everyone knows that he is a terrible swordsman, a master of seven continents.

This large group of seven practitioners who even did not even notice how he arrived was directly killed by the boy.

The most shocking thing is that the young boy’s chest is still in front of the wound. The sword of this great master is enough to kill any powerful practitioner. Even Yuan Wu can’t bear such a sword. And survive.

However, the boy is still standing at this time.

The body of Zhong Hou Hou retreats a few feet, passed through the blood fog of the gnome body, and then stopped.

There was a continuous explosion in his body, and a beam of air was stabbed from his body like a sword.

"What is this exercise?"

He himself knew that he was about to die. He was so unwilling to let him rise up his head and looked at the wound in the chest of the boy. He said, "How can you not die?"

The black-haired and the young boy looked at the dying man, shook his head and said: "No one can die, but some exercises are born to death."

"Be born to die?"

Zhong Shuhou looked at the boy, his body shook and seemed to figure out the meaning of this sentence, but in the next moment, he dropped his head and died.

Yandi also understood the meaning of this sentence.

He looked at the boy who came from Montenegro with a slight look, thinking about what the other party had abandoned, and he felt a great fear in his heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at a temple in the palace.

The temple is where the rebels are.

The middle of the war is dead, the rebels have no leader, but it does not mean that there are no new principals in the rebels.

In front of the temple, there are three mysterious iron towers that are almost the same height as the temple.

The three tower-shaped symbols are engraved with simple runes, each with more than a dozen lotus-like seats.

Above these seats, at this moment, the six seated practitioners are sitting on the plate.

The real elements in their bodies continue to flow into the inside of this symbol.

The roar of the huge tower is like a magma striking, the spire is getting brighter, and there seems to be something terrible, coming out from the spire.

In front of the three towers, there were several practitioners, the first one wearing a bronze armor, and the extremely cold face contained countless complex emotions at the moment.

He was the granddaughter of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Many powerful practitioners who are at the border can quietly appear here, and this kind of rebellion is because of his help in the middle of the process.

At this moment, when he died in the war, he naturally became the new leader of this rebel army.

In the period, it was one of the most important generals of Yandi. He led three of the seven Yanbian army, and no one knew why he had betrayed Yandi.

However, with the stimulation of the three towers, everyone knows that he can't stop.

Everyone knows that he would rather die in the end, and he will try to kill Yandi before the peripheral troops arrive at the support.

It was at this time that he looked up.

The sky turned black.

This is a terrible expression. It is not just that the sunlight above the Yan Palace is distorted. Even the three heavenly elements that are gathered by the powerful symbols are isolated.

There was a violent chill in the heart of the period.

He felt that after killing himself.

At the moment he turned, he only heard a few sounds from the subordinates.

A number of black-shirt men appeared between the generals of the Yan army and the generals behind the three symbols.

The man walked softly between the practitioners with a kind of extravagance that was difficult to describe with words.

The few practitioners were behind him, and like the paper **** that were pinched, they curled up and horrified bones bursting and dying.

As in the mid-term, it was not an ordinary practitioner, so at this moment, he understood that the man in black shirt came from Changling.

Perceived that the sky came from heaven, but it covered everything. It seemed to be the blackest of the most heavy night. He also understood why the Montenegro could quietly come to the palace.

Changling old dignitaries, Qi Dynasty, Montenegro...

There were a lot of messy pieces in the minds of the period, but some thoughts were very clear. He looked at the man in the black shirt and smiled. "The original Yan Qi has already stood side by side."

The man in the black shirt is not as tall as him, but at this moment, he looks at him, but naturally he has a condescending sense. He responded faintly to the period. "If it is not Yuanwu, it will be in the Lushan League. Dead, Zheng sleeve...maybe dead."

After a moment of silence, I looked at the man in the black shirt and said, "I don't think you are as big as you."

"For personal grievances, that is also very good, just not thinking big enough, not too far to see, so you will not succeed." The black shirt man looked at him and said seriously.

During the period, he was silent for a while, saying: "What you said makes sense."

"I don't want to kill you."

The man in black shirt looked at him and said slowly: "Since you can't succeed, you don't need unnecessary sacrifice. Even if you want to die, you don't need to bring a lot of people, including the entire Great Yan Dynasty, to die with you."

After thinking about it, he has not said anything yet. The man in the black shirt has said: "No matter what kind of grievances you have with Yandi, your grievances are only part of the entire plan of Zheng Shou. Since it must fail, You don't need to drag a lot of loyalty to you, including many of their family, brothers, and die with you. I can make you alive, you are not living for yourself, but for these people, to live for the Great Yan Dynasty. ”

I smiled a bit, and then said seriously, "You said it makes sense, I can't refuse."

After saying this, he issued several military orders.

The man in the black shirt thanked him for his salute, and then let a road open for the commander of the side army to leave with some of his loyal men.

The blackness of the sky is still there.

The blackness in the Royal Garden is still there.

Every day, it’s chilling.

A yellow-shirted man stood in the streets of Yandu with an umbrella. He looked at the blackness in the palace, and his hands with umbrellas shook slightly.

A yellow leaf fell from the eucalyptus behind him, and it was shattered into powder by the trepidation of his body.

......

In the palace of Changling, the yellow leaves are falling like rain.

A yellow robe man walked through the stone road, and he gave an instrument to the palace lady outside the study room of Emperor Zheng Sleeve.

In Changling, Huangpao does not mean the royal family, but means the Queen's family, which means Jiaodong County.

The Queen had seen the instrument that the Queen had received, and her perfect and cold face had a different sentiment.

This emotion seems to be emotional and seems to be angry again.

Or just a moment of loss, memories.

Only she herself knows what it is.

Since Yuan Wu was enthroned, the Bashan sword field was destroyed in her hands, and she gradually felt that everything was under her control. Even without that person, everything was as good as she intended.

She seems to be like a **** who is truly destined, omnipotent.

However, since the beginning of the Shushan sword meeting, she seems to have been defeated.

The more she lost, the shadow that the person left in her heart became thicker and thicker, and it expanded more and more, seemingly occupying her entire body.

She threw the instrument into the front of the brazier, then slowly got up, walked out of the study, went to the back of the study, and went deeper into the palace.

Deeper in the palace, there is a special torture room.