Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 120 Killing ()

But he saw Chuang Potian standing on the steps wearing a yellow robe with a roar.

His stature soared, almost full feet, almost as high as the eaves. A man stood across the door, almost blocking most of the door. In the gap, Madam Cao exposed half of her pink shoulders, and she was hurriedly covered by a brocade quilt. He was peeking out from behind Chuang Potian with a look of horror on his face.

There was also a young eunuch holding a treasure seal, his body shaking like chaff.

Chuang Potian's body was coiled with energy and blood like a dragon, and he wielded a golden dragon gun in his hand. He simply tied a long belt around his waist, and most of his body was naked. His arms were as thick as beams, and the muscles on them were knotted and veins were jumping.

At this moment, the support team outside heard the sound and was already several feet away.

After not seeing each other for a few years, the former King Chuang shed his gangster aura and developed a strong domineering spirit in the many fights.

Chuang Po Tian smiled ferociously.

"Who dares to assassinate me?"

"Do you think I am the obedient king who lives in a deep palace and cannot be lifted by hand?"

"I am the emperor on horseback," he roared up to the sky, "I am also a master in cultivation!"

It turns out that the inferior elixir offered by Qingyang Old Taoist consumed his lifespan potential, but also pushed him to the level of the Iron Zang Great Martial Master.

After several years of fighting, he collected many martial arts elixirs and tonic treasures of heaven and earth, and then captured the capital, taking all the inner treasury of the imperial city, which contained many treasures. In addition, he had recently practiced Taoism and had the power to cleanse his body.

Due to various factors, it only took a few days for him to break through to the Grandmaster level.

"kill!"

Chuang Potian roared, raised his gun and stabbed down.

The tip of the spear trembled, buzzing as if it was about to pierce the air.

Surprisingly, it is also a profound martial art with powerful strength.

"Roar……"

Nine breaths!

"Escort me!"

"Hurry up and escort me!"

Outside the courtyard, another wave of nearby guards arrived. Just a few feet away, the sound of breathing and gasping could be heard clearly.

Chuang Potian became more and more determined, and the force of a long spear covered all the retreat routes of Lu Ye's body.

Reinforcements arrive and the assassins are exhausted. So what if it's the Grandmaster?

Although the guards and eunuchs who guarded his courtyard were dead, they had also consumed most of the master's true energy. What did he have to fear?

This damn assassin dares to despise the imperial power, and he will be killed by a thousand cuts!

Many thoughts went through Chuang Potian's mind, his body and gun merged into one, and he rushed into the pavilion.

Lu Ye saw him rushing towards him, and his goal tonight was right in front of him.

He took a deep breath.

"call!"

Thick Qi and blood surrounded him, and then, the red Qi and blood in the air suddenly ignited like a flame.

His whole body seemed to be ignited by red blood and fire, and his figure soared to a height of ten feet, like a red flame giant, and like a divine general who broke out of hell and walked on fire.

Under the huge figure, the black spear in his hand seemed to be a long thorn!

The depleted infuriating energy recovered instantly, filled up the Dantian, and then overflowed, running rampant in the body. The exploding infuriating energy even burst the skin membrane, and the whole body was covered with thin blood beads!

Even the iron viscera and steel bones in his body could not withstand this terrifying and majestic Qi, and he was injured in an instant.

However, Lu Ye has never felt such inexhaustible energy in his body. It seems that he can destroy the mountain with one punch!

hum!

He swung his spear and smashed it down hard, not caring about the spear that was about to stab his chest, exchanging lives for lives!

With this swing, there was a buzz, as if the air in the entire courtyard was sucked out! It was as if all the air was trapped under his gun, making a frightening trembling sound.

Across from him, Chuang Potian's expression changed drastically and he looked horrified.

"Burning blood..."

The rest of his words were blown back into his mouth by the strong wind. He could only try his best to turn the stabbing into a block, holding the gun in both hands and using the iron rope across the river.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

The floor paved with bluestone tiles beneath their feet collapsed, and two deep pits appeared on the ground.

The terrifying infuriating force spreads out in waves from the underground.

Rumble!

The courtyard walls collapsed and the palace collapsed.

Madam Cao screamed, wrapped herself in a quilt, and ran out with the eunuch holding the seal.

The guards outside who were waiting to come to support were caught off guard. Their ears were buzzing from the shock. In addition, the ground dragon turned over, and the ground was covered with gourds.

Ten breaths!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just when everyone was in chaos, a terrifying loud noise came from the deep pit.

Lu Ye was like a giant forging iron, his muscles all over his body were tangled, but he just picked up the black spear with both hands and smashed it down hard.

With loud noises, he swung the spear into an afterimage, like a black iron curtain endlessly pressing down on the yellow-robed Chuang Potian.

opposite.

Chuang Potian had a look of fear on his face.

Most of his yellow robe was shattered by the first impact.

At this moment, the whole body was half naked, and the lower chest had been beaten into the soil by the wild beasts. He could not move, his hands were trembling and his mouth was cracked, and blood was flowing out.

He was so angry that his eyes were filled with blood!

And every time he collided, he was shocked to the point of vomiting blood.

Wave after wave of powerful force passed from the gun body to him, and he was shocked to the point where his whole body was sore and numb. He felt that the steel bones and iron organs in his body were full of cracks and were about to shatter.

Click!

Another sound!

But the Golden Dragon Spear he had been blocking was suddenly broken.

call!

Lu Ye swung another shot and hit it!

Chuang Potian finally got scared and exclaimed!

"I will pardon your innocence and share the world with you equally..."

puff!

Lu Ye was not moved at all, and the gun came down like a mountain.

From the moment Chuang Potian recognized the blood-burning technique, he knew that the other party had figured out his identity. After all, the blood-burning technique was Lao Chuang's unique signature, and it was impossible for his sworn brother not to recognize him.

There are not many people in the rebel army who practice this domineering technique. If you just guess, you will know that it is related to Pan Furong, and if you think about it again, you can think of it. At this moment, let alone dividing the world equally, even if the whole world is given to yourself, you will not care about it.

If you want my life, I will take your life, which is fair and reasonable.

The weak eat the strong, now you are weak and I am strong!

I have nothing to ask for tonight, just take the life of this thief!

Snapped!

Blood splattered in the black soil. It turned out that when the emperor was injured, the blood that flowed out was also red.

Chuang Potian's eyes showed horror, fear, and weakness.

With this shot, Lu Ye exerted all his strength, and his head was flattened into his chest, flush with the soil.

Relying on the powerful vitality of the grandmaster, Chuang Potian is not dead yet, with only one breath left.

He couldn't understand. Didn't he send Ren Xingyun to kill the stable boy?

Why did the other party have the audacity to break into the imperial city and assassinate him?

Where is the loophole?

Chuang Potian is not willing to give in. He has gone through hundreds of battles and survived all kinds of deaths to win the world. Is he going to die naked in this dirty dirt before the dragon chair under his butt gets warm?

Is it worth it to become a enemy of such a powerful enemy for the sake of a nephew?

Suddenly, he felt a lot of regret in his heart. His nephew was not his son, so he would die if he died.

Even a son can't compare to the Dragon Throne!

What's more, he has just started cultivating immortals and is still thinking about building an immortal dynasty that will last forever. He still has many ambitions that he has not yet fulfilled...

I have a destiny, how can I die here?

How could you die at your most glorious moment?

"Spare..." The words came out with difficulty from his lips.

pat.

Lu Ye stepped on his head, and the true energy came out of his body, and Chuang Potian was completely exhausted.

Stepping on the corpse of the dead dragon, a deep pit emerged. Guards were already rushing out of the pit with swords and guns more than a dozen steps away.

Concubine Cao was so frightened that she stood blankly in the ruins. Her brocade robe slipped without even noticing, revealing most of her well-maintained body.

The eunuch holding the seal next to him obviously also practiced martial arts, but at this moment he was so frightened that he was trembling on the spot, and the seal fell to the ground.

However, Lu Ye turned around and swung his single gun back. The barrel of the gun was bent into an arc. The head of the gun was inserted into Chuang Potian's corpse. He picked it up and retracted it. He saw Chuang Potian's "dragon" head hanging on the gun head. He also wrapped half a piece of yellow robe around him.

I was walking in such a hurry just now that I almost forgot to take the head back.

It's just that this time it was delayed by half a breath.

He rushed out quickly, and the eunuch holding the seal screamed in fear and collapsed to the ground when he saw the god of death coming towards him.

In the end, Lu Ye just passed by him and hit the seal with a shot, smashing it into powder.

This eunuch should be the eunuch who guards the seal. He is also a good martial artist, but he has been frightened out of his mind.

Because he wasted time, he abandoned the eunuch and Madam Cao like the wind, walked through the ruins to a place with few guards and quickly passed by. With a pinch of the invisibility charm in his hand, his magic power surged, and the whole person disappeared into the air. .

If he stayed where he was, and three or five ordinary guards came, he was afraid that his secret would be exposed in a real fight.

The post-operative sequelae of Burning Blood are indeed severe. Just as strong as the zhenqi was just now, the fall will be as hard as it is now.

The surging energy in Dantian is like the ebbing tide of sea water, falling fiercely.

In just a few breaths, he felt that his legs and feet were sore and weak, his movements were sluggish, and his energy flow was jerky.

If you don't leave, you really won't be able to leave.

Luye disappeared into the air.

A large group of guards also poured into the ruined courtyard. They watched the assassin disappear into the air, and everyone was horrified.

The visible assassin at least has someone to kill, but how to catch this invisible assassin?

Some of these people knew the existence of immortal cultivators, and they couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the worshipers from the previous dynasty were killed and came back to avenge the Jin Emperor?

A few days ago, Chuang Potian was probably worried that he would have no heirs. Someone used the former royal family as a cover to cause trouble, and directly killed Shunming Wang's family, and a lot of other direct descendants of the former royal family died.

The methods are quite rough and cruel. Could it be that the Yao family of cultivators sent their children to take revenge?

In front of everyone's sight, the dead bodies of the master guards all over the courtyard were scattered throughout the courtyard. There was also a large pit about a foot deep in the courtyard.

Inside the pit were pieces of yellow rags with exquisite broken dragon patterns woven on them.

The owner of the royal robe had been buried vertically in the soil, his head was missing, and the flesh and blood in his chest were mixed with the surrounding soil.

With destiny in hand, Chuang Potian, who sat on the dragon throne, has become fresh fertilizer in the soil.

"what……"

Lady Cao screamed loudly.

"His Majesty is dead!"

She shouted something and her body went limp and collapsed. Her body seemed to be gripped by infinite terror, and it was bone-piercingly cold. She grabbed the brocade quilt and trembled all over, until her finger joints turned white.

A great martial arts leader waved eagerly.

"Leave a few people to protect your Majesty!"

"The remaining people spread out and search quickly, we can't let the assassin escape!"

The guards responded with a bang and scattered and ran in all directions.

However, although everyone moved actively, they were so tacitly coordinated that they ran slower and slower.

Be nice.

Everyone knows how strong the bodyguards around His Majesty are, including four half-step masters, old eunuchs, five Iron Zang great martial artists, and the remaining dozens of masters.

In addition, His Majesty himself is also the emperor, a real fighter.

As a result, from the time the bell rang to the present, in just over ten breaths, everyone was dead, except for Empress Cao, who was a feast for the eyes just now.

In addition, the opponent mysteriously disappeared in the air. How could they cope with such an opponent?

To say that he was searching everywhere was more akin to informing the other guards leaders that His Majesty had died suddenly at the hands of an assassin.

Everyone silently chanted in their hearts, ancestors bless them, never encounter that assassin and god of death.

A cold wind blew through the yard.

After all, Madam Cao was born against the king, so she was different from ordinary women. Although she was only a steel-framed martial artist, the bloody fighting scenes were much more bloody than those seen by ordinary martial arts masters. Even though her whole body was trembling with fear, she quickly calmed down.

"Empress..." The commander came over and knelt down to salute, "I wonder if you can see the assassin's face clearly?"

"Does the painter draw the pictures and convey the image to the world to capture it?"

(End of this chapter)