final catastrophe

Chapter 191 7. The Emperor's Order Cannot Be Violated

Sima Jia's voice fell like a stone, and the surroundings were silent.

If it is true as he said, if the guests who came to congratulate him die in Wudang, what consequences will happen, even the ignorant people can understand.

So Xia Ji chuckled, and immediately got up, with a fume all over, grabbed a knife, put on the teacher's robe, walked down from the high platform, stepped into the courtyard where the hustle and bustle had cleared, and walked towards the mountain gate.

He is going out.

But Sima Jia suddenly said: "Teacher, please think twice! Your words and deeds are no more important than before. If you want to move, let the sixth or seventh go first. That way, no matter what happens, you can stay." There is room!"

Xia Ji stopped, turned around and said indifferently: "If there is a heavenly talisman to show, Chu Jing, Xie Luo, do you dare to resist?"

Both the Wenxiu boy and the bold knight fell silent, and their answers were self-evident.

The talisman is the sky.

It is the emperor's will.

There is no king's soil under the whole world, and there is no king's ministers on the coast of leading the soil.

Who dares to resist the decree?

Who dares to go against the sky?

In the past, the Dragon King was just a person sent by the emperor to Longzangzhou to preside over the government. To put it bluntly, he was just a minister.

But if the Great Emperor came in person, even the Dragon King would kneel down and shout "Long live my emperor, long live, long live".

Want to protest?

Who dares?

Who can?
At least Wudang didn't dare, and couldn't, otherwise, how would it be different from demons, heretics, robbers and traitors?

However, Xia Ji doesn't care.

The new headmaster of Wudang didn't seem to be used to the "sophisticated and prudent" required by his role, but said indifferently: "My guest, no one can be killed."

After that, he waved his knife and walked out of the mountain gate in a crooked manner.

Sima Jia took a look, but he still didn't understand.

This fucker drank too much.

So, he hurriedly signaled Mo Xieluo and Zhang Chujing to bring the head teacher back.

But when I turned around again, where did I see Xia Ji's figure?
"Where's the head teacher?" The voice of this Wudang senior brother trembled a little. Is this about preparing to rebel?

Zhang Chujing said enviously, "Uncle Master Master's physical skills are amazing."

He is a martial idiot, so it is not an exaggeration to say so.

But Sima Jia patted his forehead and said, "Let's follow! Bring your weapons!"

Outside the ten-mile long pavilion.

The ancient road was invaded by withered yellow, like a deep yellow snake, twisting its body and winding to the foot of the mountain, and then to the small town.

Wearing a Taoist robe, the bearded Taoist priest with a dusty temperament holds a knife, and his body moves forward like the wind, seemingly slow but fast. It seems that he is just walking, but every time he steps out, his body is already tens of meters away. outside.

He seems to be the real wind, blended into the wind, and cannot be perceived by people.

This speed is not bad, but he is still late.

Halfway through the journey, there was already a strong smell of blood.

After walking a few hundred meters further, he saw many headless corpses lying on the cold bluestone steps. The corpses were dressed in the clothes of robbers or demons, and Xia Ji could naturally find that they had extremely small wounds inserted in their bodies. extremely long objects.

It seems to be a shrunken crossbow arrow, but it is more like an elongated ox hair needle, and the needle body is crystal clear, and it is melting at this time. Perhaps because the heat of human blood is not evenly distributed, the needle is also melting irregularly, causing further damage. stabbed.

And the sound of fighting in the distance also came into the ears clearly, it was a vicious flute sound, reminding Xia Ji of Ren Wuyue in the purple robe with thorns and black sleeves, after all, she used the flute.

However, he didn't rush immediately, but bent down curiously, picked out a thin needle from a headless corpse, and then quickly inserted it into his body without thinking.

Ding.
The needle breaks.

Xia Ji was not discouraged, and pulled out another one, then relaxed his body, and carefully inserted the thin needle towards himself again.

Ding.
The needle is still broken.

Xia Ji gave up, then blinked, and finally looked towards the place where the fighting sound came from.

The deserted forest beside the main road.

Ren Wuyue was blowing the blood-holed jasper flute, and beside her was a burly man with disheveled hair, helping her out. This man Xia Ji recognized, was the "Red-haired Wild Lion", one of the four major protectors of the Black Wood Sect. "Ram Tang.

And righteous people like to call him "red-haired devil".

The two of them were fighting with a gray shadow, but it was obvious that they had already lost the wind and could be defeated at any time.

Although they are evenly matched, the two of them dare not leave this temporary tacit understanding at all, because 500 meters away from the two of them, every few meters, there is an extremely concealed shadow.

Ordinary people can't see it, but to these two masters of magic, it is very clear.

And the rest of the demonic elites, and the thugs among the bandits are fighting with those shadows
Maybe fighting isn't the right thing to do.

It is better to use one-sided massacre.

Probably because, as long as an extremely thin, extremely long, extremely cold and extremely cold silver light flashed by, one person fell to the ground.

This cold light was extremely subtle and extremely fast, making it impossible to react at all.

On the other side, it was gray shadows facing the combination of Gongyang Tang and Ren Wuyue.

The ram with Tang's beard and hair danced wildly, his iron palms were several circles larger than usual, and they were glowing scarlet. Wherever he went, there were streaks of red gusts, but the gray shadow was like a cat teasing a mouse, attacking from time to time. One palm is enough to make this "red-haired mad lion" try its best to block it.

And Ren Wuyue stood in front of the ancient tree, blowing the flute, extremely fast, sound waves, carrying a disturbing chaotic movement, turned into various strange beasts, and rushed towards the gray shadow.

It's just that these phantoms of strange beasts always seem to be thrown into the water, and they are quickly submerged by the ripples that appear, and then they are silent again.

Ren Wuyue was not in a hurry, she pressed the flute hole with her left hand, and suddenly pressed her little finger, and a secret "Shadow Needle" was shot out.

There is no shadow, no sound, no breath, and there is no fluctuation under the rhythm of the needle.

The needle tip is highly poisonous, colorless, and tasteless, but it seals the throat when it sees blood.

Such a needle is almost guaranteed to hit.

So it almost hit it.

But the gray shadow dragged a sharp and piercing false voice, giggled, and raised the orchid finger with his left hand.

A series of spiral air patterns emerged from his left hand, and then facing the Shadowless Needle, with a single wave, a quiet air vortex was generated.

Naturally, the Shadowless Needle lost its aim, barked, and plunged into the soil.

Thin invisible holes are left on the withered and yellow leaves, and they really disappear without a trace.

Ren Wuyue was shocked when she saw that her hidden must-kill was broken so easily, and this shock created a flaw in her combination with Gongyang Tang.

The gray shadow naturally saw the stitches, "hee hee" smiled, took advantage of this opening, and grabbed Ren Wuyue with a pair of pale and thin hands like ghosts.

"Long Zangzhou, there are indeed weak people everywhere. Hehehe, the leader of the Demon Cult like you is really ridiculous."

Shrill and piercing laughter came from all directions.

(End of this chapter)