Rebirth of Concubine The World

Chapter 429 Tan Qing Jue vs. Jiang Wuque (2)
In the courtyard, Jiang Wuque sat quietly, the wound on his palm had already been covered with a layer of ointment.His hair was scattered, while Ju Ying combed Jiang Wuque's hair very respectfully. Her expression even carried a wave of fanaticism and worship of the gods, and her movements were cautious.Those shiny hair slipped gently through the sandalwood comb, and then made into a bun by Chrysanthemum Shadow, and put on a complicated crown.Immediately, Jiang Wuque put on the Chinese clothes again, making him look even more like a god.

What Ju Ying knew was that every time Jiang Wuque had to do something extremely important, he would carefully organize his appearance.

On one side of the sandalwood stand, there is a newly opened sword Xuewei.

This sword was forged by the contemporary swordsmith Ouyang Lun, and it is also Jiang Wuque's latest weapon.

Jiang Wuque has changed a lot of things recently, not only weapons, but also his heart!

The sword Xuewei is three feet long, the length is not very strange, but the shape is extremely weird, I saw that this sword is as thin as long chopsticks, like a silver light.The slender sword blade seemed to be broken when it was folded, but the silver light flowing all over the body exuded a vague bloodthirsty air.

Jiang Wuque held the hilt of the sword, and then put the blood myrtle into the exquisite scabbard of Linghua cork.

On the Jiuzhang Pagoda, Jiang Wuque's subordinates were already waiting here quietly.

As one of Jiang Wuque's confidantes, Mo Chen is different from Fang Nanxing's handsome, unrestrained and romantic style of conversation, but Mo Chen is too silent.Jiang Wuque knew that some people may be clumsy in words and not good at flattery, but at the same time they are also loyal and much more reliable than many good-talking people.In fact, in the Underworld Pavilion, the position of the Deputy Pavilion Master Mo Chen is like the God of Killing who oversees the assassins.

It can be said that the killers of the Ming Pavilion are all Mo Chen's disciples. They all have an inexplicable fear of Mo Chen, and each killer seems to be tyrannical, but Mo Chen deliberately left their fatal flaws during the training process.If the killer of the Ming Pavilion had the intention of betrayal, he would definitely not be able to escape Mo Chen's life-threatening pursuit.

The seven-storey Jiuzhang Pagoda was specially built by Mr. Chen, Minister of Rites, to congratulate his mother on her [-]th birthday.

There are only seven floors in the pagoda, because this pagoda must not be higher than the imperial palace. Even so, this pagoda stands out like a flock of chickens in Dongdajie. When Jiang Wuque stood on the top of the pagoda, he naturally had a wide view.

You can have a panoramic view of the East Street in front of you. From the Hailing Prince's Mansion to the Imperial Palace, passing through the East Street is undoubtedly the shortest road.

Xuanyuan Xuan was his only friend, and he had already cut off his head.He Lanhuo is undoubtedly his most beloved woman, but she is about to die in the palace.No matter how much he hated Tan Qing Jue, Tan Qing Jue was Jiang Wuque's only relative in this world.But so what?Today is the death day of Tan Qing Jue!
On He Lanhuo's wedding night, when he looked at the fireworks all over the sky and the laughter of the entire capital, Jiang Wuque vowed to bury his former self.

Jiang Wuque's eyes were full of coldness!

A bow was placed aside, and the brilliance of profound energy circulated on the bow.This is a strong bow with one hundred arcs, and it takes a peerless master to pull this bow away.The bowstring is the most powerful silk, otherwise it would be difficult to withstand such a huge force.

One of Jiang Wuque's palms gently stroked the handle of the bow, his expression was as gentle as seeing a lover.

At this moment, there was the sound of horseshoes on the East Street, and a group of knights came rushing like the wind, everyone was dressed in black.Although there are only a few riders, it is clearly no less than a thousand troops.

"Black Fang Army!" Jiang Wuque murmured softly, and then he set his arrow on the bowstring. With the increasing force, the shallow wound on Jiang Wuque's palm that was cut by the string just now was also bleeding profusely, staining the bowstring red, but There was no expression on Jiang Wuque's face, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

With a bang, an arrow shot towards Dongdajie very quickly.

His arrow was not aimed at the leader of the team, but aimed at the ground.After all, for a master like Tan Qing Jue, such a sneak attack may not be successful.

When that arrow was shot, a flower of blood splashed from Jiang Wuque's palm, but a series of blood beads were gently lifted up, and after he took off his finger, it was faster than a meteor!
The arrowhead was already full of grease, and in the fierce friction of the air, sparks of stars suddenly appeared.

In an instant, the ground exploded, and the ground exploded like a ground beast. The explosives that had been planted exploded and burned together with the kerosene, interweaving into a bloody world.

Rumble!Rumble rumble!
There were loud noises, landslides and ground cracks, Jiang Wuque looked at the sea of ​​flames in front of him with a smile, and there was always a cold smile on the corner of his lips.

Even though Tan Qing Jue is the most formidable master on the mainland, possessing invincible courage.However, he is a body of flesh and blood after all, since he is a body of flesh and blood, naturally he cannot resist the huge power of this explosive!

The firelight reflected on Jiang Wuque's face, adding a bit of inexplicable beauty to Jiang Wuque's face.

However, in the flames, a figure soared into the sky, and suddenly rushed towards Jiang Wuque very quickly.

After finding the direction of the arrow, the black shadow quickly swept up the Jiuzhang Pagoda.

An incomparable sword energy suddenly expanded and rippled continuously, showing the grief and indignation in the hearts of the visitors.

I saw that Tan Qingjue was covered with injuries, and his hair was half burnt, but his whole body still glowed with an incomparable aura, like a god.A pair of glazed eyes were filled with resolute pain.The blood dripped slowly, but Tan Qingjue's expression was extremely cold, as if ignoring the scars on his body.His eyes full of cold glanced over everyone present, and all of these Ming Pavilion killers felt frightened.

When the explosives exploded just now, if several of Tan Qing Jue's subordinates hadn't sacrificed their lives to block the violent explosive attack with their flesh and blood, I'm afraid that even Tan Qing Jue would never be spared.However, none of the dozens of black tooth guard soldiers who followed Tan Qingjue and the people of Dongda Street were spared!

A golden sword light containing the anger of the Tan Qing Jue, accompanied by the golden dragon sword of the Tan Qing Jue swept out, forming a golden dragon shadow in midair. At the same time, a thin silver light shot from Jiang Wuque The sword slid down from the scabbard. Although the silver sword light was extremely slender and somewhat weaker than the golden sword light, it still resisted the golden sword energy steadily.

(End of this chapter)