Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 371 Killing the Harem in Front of You

After a stick of incense.

In front of Hanguang Palace.

Hong Sixiang, the grand master of the Qing Palace, sat on the first step under the corridor. Next to him was a table with a pot, a cup, a pair of chopsticks and a plate of small dishes on it. He seemed to be leisurely drinking by himself, occasionally picking up a dish with chopsticks.

Only those who are familiar with him can understand that Eunuch Hong only looks relaxed, because his left hand never leaves the sword which is half a foot shorter than an ordinary person's sword, and his eyes, which seem to have never woken up from beginning to end, are constantly flashing with brilliance. No movement within a hundred feet radius can be hidden from him.

The previous assassination by the Northern Qi Dynasty broke into the palace to assassinate, but although he failed, he seriously injured Gong Dian, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard. This inevitably brought about a series of chain reactions. The palace maids and eunuchs knew very little about it, and only talked about it in private. However, it was different for people like Hong Sixiang and Yan Xiaoyi who were responsible for protecting the royal family. According to the news from the Imperial Hospital, Gong Dian was not only disabled and seriously injured, but also poisoned, a kind of Yin fire poison that had never been seen before, which seemed to be caused by true energy. Even the poison experts in the three branches of the Supervisory Council were helpless. Finally, the imperial physician invited Hong Sixiang, who used his true energy to force the fire poison to the half-crippled right hand, and cut off the forearm with one sword, thus saving Gong Dian's life.

Therefore, no one understands the terror of the enemy better than Hong Sixiang.

According to normal logic, Si Gu Jian admitted that there was a great master in charge of the Qing Palace, and the assassin's whereabouts were exposed and he escaped safely, so he should not have entered the palace for the second time to assassinate after alerting the enemy. However, what happened today was strange. After waking up, Gong Dian told them that the assassin's neck was clearly broken by him and he stopped breathing on the spot. However, for some reason, the assassin suddenly came back to life as soon as the eunuch who carried the corpse put it on the stretcher, and his power increased greatly. He was hardly a match for the enemy.

The development of this matter was completely illogical, so Hong Sixiang had no idea whether the logic would be normal. To be cautious, he could only put in all his energy to deal with it.

Facts have proved that his worries were not unnecessary. When it comes to people, they really cannot be measured by normal logic.

When the sudden heartbeat sound reached his ears, all the muscles in Hong Sixiang's body tensed up. He glanced to the side and saw a man in night clothes walking with a sword on his back on the long steps six feet away. Twenty feet away, a team of twenty imperial guards were patrolling to the south, and they were unaware of this man.

The two imperial guards guarding the stairs saw Hong Sixiang stand up and realized what had happened. They shouted "Who is it?" and stabbed with their spears.

Chu Pingsheng did not move, but just moved his fingers slightly, and the two imperial guards groaned and fell to the ground dead.

Hong Sixiang didn't say much, he just drew his sword and stabbed.

He wanted to seize the initiative because this Iron Assassin made all the muscles in his body tremble. The last time he felt this way was when he faced Grandmaster Ye Liuyun.

Others thought he was a grandmaster, but he knew very well how big the gap was between him and the grandmaster.

His thoughts were complicated, but his sword moves fast. His sword is slightly shorter, but the sword light is as dense and heavy as a torrential rain, covering the assassin's whole body.

Hong Sixiang calculated accurately that the moment the enemy stepped onto the stairs was the point when the force was dispersed and the qi was replaced. At this time, even if he could not kill the enemy with one blow, he could at least trap the opponent in the continuous sword force.

It was a sound idea, and his timing was excellent.

But... he fell into a logical dilemma again. The appearance of Chu Pingsheng was not normal at all, so it was useless to use normal logic to figure it out.

The sword flashed across, dispersing the afterimage left in place. Hong Sixiang quickly withdrew his sword and changed his moves. He turned his wrist and swung it diagonally. A white light suddenly appeared in the night sky in front of him. Sure enough, a sword appeared and collided with his sword, making a crisp "ding" sound.

Hong Sixiang showed confusion on his face, because the sword strike just now was very strange, the sound was very strange, and the resistance from the sword body was very strange, but what was even stranger was the feeling his opponent gave him, or the murderous aura revealed by the sword had shrunk, which was completely disproportionate to the pressure he had felt from climbing the stairs step by step.

To put it simply, his definition of an assassin just now was a grandmaster, but now that they had fought, he realized that the opponent's strength was comparable to his own. This feeling of tearing made him extremely uncomfortable.

Could it be that... he is also a fake like me?
At this moment, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he felt a chill approaching, like a reverse scene of a person pushing down rows of bricks. The hairs on his hands stood up, extending backwards and sweeping over his whole body.

cold!
It's cold.

It was so cold that he needed to use his Qi to resist.

With this level of cold air, warriors below the seventh rank would probably get frostbitten on the spot. Even an eighth rank expert would have his combat effectiveness cut in half in such an environment. Even someone like him who was at the peak of the ninth rank would have to use up 10% to 20% of his true energy to resist the cold air, so as not to affect his sword-drawing speed.

Ding.

The two swords collided again.

Hong Sixiang shook the sword quickly, trying to create a gap to attack, but who would have thought that the sword light on the opposite side suddenly split into three. He was unable to tell which one was virtual and which one was real, and the hilt of the sword shook.

Ding.

There was another soft sound.

At this moment, he realized something was wrong, as if all the moves of his opponent were for the purpose of confronting his sword head-on. When he used all his eyesight to carefully distinguish, he saw that the two-foot sword was covered with a layer of faint white, like frost, and the chill in the air continued to accumulate with the swing of the opponent's sword. If he needed to use 15% of his true energy to resist just now, then now he needed 20%.

not good.

This can't go on any longer. Hong Sixiang wanted to change his tactics, but the long sword thrust diagonally forced him to change direction, so he could only swing his sword to block it. There was another ding sound, and the cold air increased.

It was not until then that he realized that his quick sword strike and well-timed attack did not allow him to gain the initiative on the battlefield. Instead, he fell into the opponent's rhythm and was forced to keep taking the sword's blows.

Considering the sophistication of the opponent's swordsmanship, even two masters of his level would not be able to suppress him. I think only a great master like Si Gu Jian could have the potential to suppress this man.

Hong Sixiang was fighting with the assassin, and the surrounding imperial guards rushed up the long steps when they heard the sound. However, the problem was that facing the increasingly strong cold wave, they could not advance more than three feet with their skills. Two of them were charging hard, but they were frozen when they went to the toilet to flush the toilet.

Even a captain with a combat capability of rank seven or above could only watch from afar and dared not rush into the battle.

Ding~ding~ding!
There were three consecutive soft sounds.

Hong Sixiang tried to block the attack again, but this time his sword missed. He quickly stepped back and retracted the attack. Glancing to the side, he discovered that the assassin did not attack at all, but was staring at the sword in his hand that was shining coldly.

"I roughly know your level."

perhaps?

level?

Hong Sixiang didn't know whether he was talking to the sword or to himself.

Judging from the way the man held the sword, the old eunuch made a very shocking discovery. If he had always been like this and had not changed, then the part that had just collided with the sword in his hand was not the blade, but the spine of the sword!
Hong Sixiang raised his sword to look, but heard a series of fine sounds of ice cracking.

Click~
Click~
Click~
wow...

The sword that was carefully forged by three major workshops and awarded by Emperor Qing turned into a pile of metal fragments and fell on the long steps made of white marble.

It doesn't matter whether it was shattered by the cold air or by the assassin's sword.

Anyway, he understood.

It's not that the opponent is all show and no substance, but that the opponent treats him as a test stone for his sword.

call out……

Just then, a sharp whistle pierced the night sky.

On the high wall opposite the Hanguang Palace, a cold star suddenly appeared, a strong wind was like a knife, and an arrow like a flash of light and a lightning bolt shot towards the assassin with endless murderous intent.

Yan Xiaoyi took action!

Before Hong Sixiang could be happy, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the assassin stretched out two fingers and flicked back lightly. Yan Xiaoyi's arrow seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall and suddenly stopped.

This scene shocked Yan Xiaoyi, who was standing on the wall, and also angered him. He pulled the carved bow continuously, the string rang continuously, and arrows flew into the air one after another.

"That's it."

After saying these words lightly, the assassin in Hong Sixiang's eyes suddenly disappeared like a ghost. When he realized something was wrong and looked back, he saw the assassin was behind him. The long sword that emitted cold air seemed to have wings. The already extremely low temperature dropped a lot in an instant, and visibly white frost spread on the stone steps, handrails, and skin surface.

Now 20% of the true energy is no longer able to be resisted. Even if it is increased to 50%, the whole body will feel cold.

At the same time, the assassin slashed down with his sword.

Hong Sixiang wanted to hide, but the intensified cold air made it difficult for him to move.

He was just about to use all his energy to resist the cold wave, but was horrified to find that along with the cold wave there was also a terrifying sword energy.

Sword energy and cold air burst out at the same time, and the old eunuch at the peak of the ninth rank felt a chill all over his body, and everything in his field of vision was stretching, including the plaque of the Hanguang Hall, the long steps, the assassins, and the vast night.

It was not until the gushing blood solidified into ice beads and ice spikes and the cold penetrated into his bones that he realized what had happened. The sword energy just now had split him in half from top to bottom.

(End of this chapter)