Infinite script kill

Chapter 972

After reading a poem by Xu Tong, the person has already walked out of people's sight.

It was only after everyone came back to their senses that they couldn't help but be taken out of their wits by this scene. Seeing Feng Tianhua's corpse on the ground was like a dream.

"what's going on??"

"Didn't you see it??"

"Did you see it?"

"No……"

For a moment, big question marks flashed in everyone's minds. In order to witness the battle of the gods, they widened their eyes and didn't even dare to blink their eyelids.

But in the end, nothing was seen.

Just a moment ago, they seemed to have a huge disconnect with time. When they came back to their senses, they didn't even have the memory of the sword just in their minds, as if that sword didn't exist in this time and space at all.

"Amitabha! Goodness, goodness!" Monk Guzang walked to Feng Tianhua's side and closed his eyes for him. Among the people present, only Monk Guzang saw clearly what happened just now.

He said in his heart: "Being able to die under this sword, Benefactor Feng is not wronged, but how this venerable master cultivated into a fairy idea is really elusive!"

The old man Gusu squatting on the treetop had a bitter face, because he didn't see clearly what was going on with the sword just now.

But he clearly felt that the moment Xu Tong swung the magic weapon in his hand, time seemed to be split open. His sword was already beyond time and space, like a blow from the sky, the antelope Hanging corner, no trace to be found.

In addition to the poems left by Xu Tong when he left, the old man in Gusu thought for a while and came up with the answer.

"Swinging the sword to steal an inch of time, what a terrifying sword!"

With a sigh, he waved the charcoal pen in his hand, and wrote down the poem Xu Tong sang when he left in the small book in his hand.

After finishing writing, I reviewed it myself, and thought to myself: "Well, very good, if you are all like this in the future, I will be able to write!"

In less than two days, the news that Xu Tong killed Feng Tianhua with a single sword spread across the country, and everyone in the world was shocked.

Some people didn't believe it at first, and thought that although Yang Hong was strong, it would be nothing more than a dream to kill Feng Tianhua, the head of Huashan's swordsman.

The reasons for these unbelievers are the same as those of the spectators.

Jin Gu in Zhongducheng wanted to die by himself, and fought against Yang Hong's pure yang energy with evil methods. In the end, his skills were broken, he was backlashed, and finally he was killed by a sword.

But who is Feng Tianhua, even if Yang Hong is stronger than him, it is not easy to kill him, let alone just one move.

But soon, more and more people showed up to prove it.

Among them, the biggest proof is Bai Xiaosheng, Guzang Divine Monk, and Nine Suns True Monarch.

In particular, Bai Xiaosheng, the old man of Gusu, has already passed on the contents of the small book in his hand to various factions in the rivers and lakes, as well as major cities through his own intelligence network.

The content is very explosive, not only the fight between him and Nine Suns True Monarch, Yang Hong meddling out of thin air, but also the process of Nine Suns True Monarch losing to Yang Hong.

The content of the two drinking and discussing Taoism was also branded into a book, which attracted people from all walks of life to rush to buy it.

It's a pity that the vast majority of people couldn't understand it, and even cursed the old man in Gusu for swindling money.

After all, what the two of them were talking about was no longer about simple cultivation techniques, but about subtle changes in their own realms.

Those who can understand it must at least reach the level of enlightenment, but it is useless to understand it. Only Zhenjun Jiuyang and Xu Tong have practiced the method of pure yang to the extreme, and the rest are Lianmen. I can't even get in, let alone listen to understand the mystery.

Afterwards, the elder Gusu confirmed that Yang Hong killed Feng Tianhua with a single sword, recorded the process in detail, and added the poem when Yang Hong left.

The world is shocked now.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Leshan in the continuation of Luoyuebei, there are still people who have reached this level of swordsmanship.

For a while, it can be said that all sword masters in the world yearn for it, but they feel sad again and again. Perhaps as Yang Hong said in the poem, there will be no sword head in the world from now on, and the sword capital is gone. They want to surpass, but again How difficult.

In the Study Room of the Imperial City Minister of Lin'an Mansion, looking at the information sent, Xu Lai's face showed a solemn expression for the first time.

"This Yang Hong, could it be that he is really a big variable!"

Xu Zi muttered to himself, but the other officials reviewing the memorial in the Shang's study room were silent, and just concentrated on reviewing the memorial in hand, as if they didn't hear this sentence.

Xu Lai pondered for a long time, and finally put the information aside, and said in a low voice, "Everyone, continue."

Hearing Xu Lai's words, a minister got up and said, "There is still a gap in the grain requisition for Qi Zou Guozhu, and we have stepped up urging from all over the country. It will take a month to get it all together."

"It's too slow, half a month to gather together, officials from all over the country try their best to gather food, and those who delay will be killed!"

"promise!"

Immediately after another minister got up and said: "The emperor has arrived at the Hengshan Palace, it seems to be caught in the wind and cold by accident, he needs to rest for a few days before preparing for the sacrificial ceremony."

"understood."

Xu Lai nodded lightly in response, making it clear.

"Wu Jie wrote a letter, saying that he was old, and asked Guozhu to approve returning to his hometown."

"Certainly, if you write a letter, civil and military officials, officials of the third rank and above must go to the gate of Lin'an Mansion to see you off..."

Compared with the orderly Zhu Zhu's report in the Shang's study at the moment, the Beiman's court hall is full of sadness.

Before the shadow of the emperor's death had passed, Yang Hong dug three feet of ground in the central capital by means of robbery, looting all the wealth accumulated by many princes and ministers.

Not long ago, it was hard to wait for King Xiao to leave the customs. Everyone was waiting for King Xiao to go to Songshan to welcome the prince back, and by the way, this despicable villain, Yang Hong, would be cut to pieces.

The result is to hear such news.

Could it be that Yang Hong's strength has really reached the level where he could compete with King Xiao?

Although everyone didn't believe it, it was inevitable that some people began to mutter in their hearts.

It was repeatedly confirmed in the intelligence that Yang Hong killed Feng Tianhua who was attacking with all his strength, which shows that his strength is not inferior to that of King Xiao.

This inevitably cast a cloud over everyone's hearts, and even Empress Xiao, who sat in the court and listened to the government, looked deeply worried.

After encouraging the ministers again and again, they hurriedly retreated from the court, and they had no intention of doing political affairs. This situation made those veteran ministers feel a sense of crisis.

I only hope that the news that comes next time is the news of Yang Hong's death.

At this moment, the other side is on Luoyuepi.

The shadow of the moon shrouded the hillside, reflecting the shadow of a tombstone.

Weeds had already grown around the tombstone. A young figure, wearing a coarse linen robe and holding a simple iron sword, was sitting on the tombstone in front of the grave.

The young man held a wine jar in his hand, tore it open, and a strong aroma of wine diffused from it.

"Old guy, you liar, you said you wanted me to go home to visit relatives, but in the end you threw me into the pit of fire, you know, I had a hard time under Xu Lai's nose.

Before leaving, you said that you would come to my wedding in person when I got married, but you didn't come when I waited until dark. "

The young man took a swig of the wine jug, and the light red wine soaked his clothes along the corners of his lips. However, the young man frowned, and looked back at the tombstone next to him: "Is this the good wine you said?? It's all sour!"

Although the young man was complaining, he did not throw away the drink in his hand, but complained:

"I thought you would protect me from the wind and rain, but at worst, it would be better to invite your head out and give me a good beating, but you are so unrestrained, leaving me here alone to suffer. "

At the end, a drop of water dripped down the young man's cheek and fell to the ground. It was unclear whether it was the bad wine left at the corner of his mouth or the teardrop from the corner of the young man's eye.

After a while, I saw a few black shadows walking cautiously from a distance. These people were covered in black night clothes, masked to hide, and a short knife was pinned to their waists.

If Xu Tong was here, he would definitely recognize that these people were the ones who chased and killed Shen Kuo's secret guard Thirteen Eagles that day.

After walking ten feet away from the grave, the pedestrians did not dare to move forward any more, and knelt down on one knee in unison.

The leader took out a confidential letter from his arms and raised his hands above his head.

With a casual move by the young man, an invisible force captured the secret letter in his hand.

This understatement of the ability to capture objects from a distance is obviously not something that ordinary people can do.

After opening it, the young man regained his energy immediately, sat up and carefully examined the details between the lines on the secret letter.

After a while, the young man burst out laughing suddenly, and turned to look at the stele behind him: "Master, master, you said that my good junior brother is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. It seems that there will be a good trip to Songshan this time." I watched the play."

"Hey, that's not right, what kind of calculations are you talking about my good senior brother? As a senior brother, I can't let him suffer."

The young man patted his forehead, looking very distressed. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight illuminated the entire Luoyuepi.

The young man's delicate face showed a bit of coldness and cunning, and after a flash of light flashed in his black and white eyes, he finally figured out something, and said with a sneer:
"So it's not just Xu Lai, Xiao Leshan and me who want to jump out of the chessboard. Since that's the case, let's see who of us can have the last laugh."

After saying this, the young man stood up, drank the sour wine in his hand, and then put the wine down: "Old man, I'm leaving. I will seal you up when my king comes to the world." god."

After all, the young man turned around and threw the secret letter in his hand into the wine jar, got up and disappeared into the night with the shadow guard Thirteen Eagles kneeling on the ground...

(End of this chapter)