From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 97 Strong Response
"You said Wu Zhu was tripped up by the Grandmaster and failed to stop the assassin?"

In the Linhu Palace, the atmosphere was terribly low. Emperor Qing suddenly stood up from the throne, his eyes flashing, staring at Fan Jian intently, as if he wanted to see through him.

"That's right." Fan Jian's face was solemn, but his tone was firm. "This is what Wu Zhu told Fan Xian. If that Grandmaster hadn't appeared, the assassin would have been killed."

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster, how could he be a Grandmaster, how could he be a Grandmaster!!" Emperor Qing muttered the word over and over again, his expression complicated and solemn, but his heart was completely confused.

There are only a certain number of masters in the world.

Northern Qi and Dongyi each got one, and Qing Kingdom had two, one was Ye Liuyun and the other was himself.

The person who showed up last night definitely wasn't one of the four of them, so who could it be?

"Could it really be him?" Li Chengqian's words that made him furious emerged in his mind again, and he felt terrible.

"I have nothing to do, so I want to open up a smooth path for myself to become a Grandmaster."

"What? You don't believe it? Well, I understand. How can mortals like you possibly understand the greatness of a genius?"

Mortals, damn you!
Sitting down angrily, he looked at Chen Pingping and asked in a bad tone, "You are in charge of the Supervisory Council and have many eyes and ears. There is a new Grandmaster in the world. Do you have any clues?"

Chen Pingping's brows were furrowed, his eyes puzzled, and he seemed to be thinking. When he heard Emperor Qing's question, he frowned and shook his head, "No, but a Grandmaster can't just appear out of nowhere. I need to go back and check the files to see if there are any relevant clues."

There is nothing wrong with what he said.

Emperor Qing nodded, agreeing with what Chen Pingping said, but he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

But Chen Pingping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The fifth grandmaster.

Phew, it’s number six.

He had already met the fifth one, the eldest prince.

The eldest prince is far away in the northwest, and it is impossible for him to come here to support an assassin. The result is obvious.

Who in this world can command a grandmaster?
Emperor Qing is one, and the other is the crown prince.

Perhaps, the grand master is the prince himself.

But he couldn't say it, nor did he dare to say it.

The prince first sent the eldest prince, who had already achieved the status of a grandmaster, to deliver a message to him. Now, when Fan Xian entered the capital, he assassinated him in this way. In his view, this was a warning from the prince.

The prince was telling him that even with the close protection of a grandmaster, he still had the ability to kill Fan Xian.

This time, Fan Xian was only slightly injured, perhaps just a warning.

As for Fan Jian's speculation about Fan Xian and Wu Zhu, he was skeptical.

Moreover, if it was true, he couldn't say it.

If the assassin also becomes a master after this battle, then there will be at least three masters around the prince.

There are only four great masters in the world, and the prince has three. This...

This doesn't seem to be something he should be worried about. The one who should be worried about it is the person sitting above him!

The dim sunlight shone on the three people through the glass mirror of the Linhu Palace, leaving three long shadows on the ground, like the remnants of the old times.

Under the same sunset
Guo Baokun pushed open the door of an abandoned courtyard in the north of the city.

In the courtyard, an old man with some gray hair had just unloaded his luggage.

Hearing the noise, the old man turned around suddenly, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed. A brilliant sword light flashed in the air and pointed directly at the gate of the courtyard.

"Disarm!"

Guo Baokun's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was filled with thunder.

The old man's mind was shocked, and the five fingers that were holding the long sword loosened subconsciously. The long sword flew out of his hand, and the straight sword light suddenly shook and fell in front of Guo Baokun.

"This……"

The old man was horrified and twisted his body, instinctively making defensive moves.

"Your Majesty!"

Guo Baokun shouted again.

Although the old man was a ninth-grade warrior and had fought all his life, he had never encountered such a strange ability.

The long sword accidentally slipped out of his hand, and his battle-hardened body reacted immediately, but his mind was still in shock. With another low shout from Guo Baokun, his body was shocked again and again, and his mind almost collapsed. He had almost no room to resist the second shout, and his knees softened, and he actually fell to his knees in front of Guo Baokun with a thud.

Guo Baokun took a step forward and slapped him lightly on the forehead. With a snap, his skull shattered.

"You're over sixty years old, and you're still imitating others to become a killer. That's disrespectful to your elders."

Cheng Yuanzhi, the owner of Lingnan Mei Manor, a senior ninth-grade swordsman, one of the elders of Junshan Society, and the Meiling Divine Sword, has passed away.

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Sixty miles west of Beijing, the Yifei Ridge

This is the only way to Kyoto and the closest mountain to Kyoto.

A winding official road led directly to the west gate of Kyoto. It was dusk, and a caravan of merchants slowly moved forward on the road. Over thirty carriages formed a long line, their wheels creaking as they rolled over the gravel.

This caravan came from Jiangnan, flying the flag of Shenglong, a time-honored Jiangnan brand.

Dozens of strong guards, with swords on their waists and vigilant eyes.

"stop--"

The leader of the guards walking in front seemed to sense something, his expression became serious, and he suddenly raised his hand to stop the entire caravan.

"What happened?"

Noticing that the team had stopped, the leader of the caravan ran up to the guard commander and asked.

The guard was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his expression changed.

On the official road ahead, a group of people slowly appeared and stopped about twenty feet in front of the caravan.

It was a team of black cavalry. The iron cavalry were all wearing heavy black armor, with iron masks under their helmets. The black armor shone coldly in the setting sun. Long spears were hung beside the saddles, and the tips of the spears flashed coldly.

The twenty-odd black riders stared at the caravan with grim eyes, and heavy pressure came upon them like a mountain.

The caravan leader and the guard commander couldn't help swallowing their saliva when facing the pressure from the Black Cavalry.

Three seemingly ordinary guys gathered together quietly, their eyes met, all with solemn expressions.

"various……"

Just as the caravan leader was about to step forward, a long arrow pierced his throat.

The next moment, arrows rained down, and the powerful arrows broke through the wind and attacked the entire caravan.

Screams rang out in the caravan. The guards had no idea what was happening, and their newly-awakened vigilance was completely unable to withstand the sudden rain of arrows.

Dozens or even a hundred guards fell to the ground under the rain of arrows, wailing and screaming. The few clever ones leaned against the carts to avoid it, and temporarily saved their lives, but it was only temporary.

After a round of arrow rain, the black cavalry charged forward with spears in hand. Although there were only more than twenty of them, the momentum of the charge was like thunder. The horses' hooves crushed the ground, raising dust, and everything was crushed to dust wherever they passed.

As the black cavalry slammed into the caravan's defenses with thunderous force, the caravan's formation shattered under the impact, and the guards were blown away like pieces of paper, screams echoing one after another. Spears pierced flesh, iron hooves trampled bodies, and blood stained the official road red.

The guard leader was also a seventh-rank warrior. He dodged the first round of arrow rain. When the black cavalry charged, he wanted to raise his sword, but when he raised it halfway, the black spear pierced his chest. From beginning to end, he did not even have time to let out a scream.

"Damn it!"

In the caravan, three guys were leaning against a cart with their faces livid.

My head is buzzing. What the hell is going on?

The Huishan Three Evils came to Kyoto after receiving a mission from the Junshan Society, but they haven't even entered the capital yet, so how come...

They couldn't even be sure whether this team of black knights was targeting them.

No, we must break out.

Although these black knights are obviously elite, there is one eighth-grade and two seventh-grade among them, and the killers are all good at light work. As long as they rush out and crash into the forest, where the terrain is not favorable for galloping horses, they have a chance of survival.

Just at this moment, a black knight stepped on the carriage, his spear shot out like a dragon, and with a sharp force, he attacked the three people directly.

"boom!!"

The fat one among the three guys actually took out a pair of hammers from under the carriage and smashed it hard at the spear.

With a loud bang, the black knight was knocked back repeatedly by the huge force.

The other two also attacked at the same time, leaping up. One of them held two swords in his hands, the sword light flashing like a waterfall, and the other swung his iron claws across the sky, the claw wind was sharp. They joined the fat man and rushed straight to the dense forest at the edge of the official road.

"It's out!"

The leading black knight saw the three men rushing out, a smile appeared on his face, he jumped up on his horse, and the long spear in his hand made a fierce whistling sound. Three black spear shadows appeared in the air and rushed towards the three men.

Bang bang bang!
There were three muffled sounds, and the three people who had just rushed out fell from the air. Their chests were transparent from front to back, and they were pierced through by the gun shadows.

"Nine, ninth grade..." The fat man dropped his two hammers, despair flashed in his eyes, and gradually lost all his spirit.

"Crush them!" Looking at the caravan that had been slaughtered, Qin Yuan's eyes flashed with cold light.

The sound of horses' footsteps rose again, echoing along the official road.

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That night, the night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and only the sound of horse hooves stepping on the official road was particularly clear in the silence.

On the official road in the west of Beijing, a man in black was lying on the back of a horse, walking at a rapid speed.

puff! !

Quite suddenly, the head of the galloping horse suddenly fell off, and hot blood gushed out. The knight on the horse's back changed his expression, but his reaction was extremely fast. He jumped up from the horse's back, and the soft sword at his waist was unsheathed, dancing around his body into a ball of bright silver snowflakes.

Snapped! !

A moment later, the knight fell to the ground from mid-air, his face blue and purple, blood oozing from all seven orifices, and he was silent.

A fat figure slowly walked out of the woods beside the official road, slowly and methodically retracted the thin steel wire stained with horse blood that was across the road, wiped the blood off it with some disgust, and walked away swayingly, as if he had never appeared.

(End of this chapter)