final catastrophe

Chapter 400 83. Loneliness
Song Ling stabbed out, and the sword that was about to intercept was halfway back into its sheath, but he threw himself into the carriage, without looking at it, and grabbed Shang Huang, like a light cloud coming out of a valley, floating more than ten meters away. outside.

And Ji Zi will not let it go, even if the sword is broken and scattered, he can still save again, so he pounces out and stabs out with a sword, carrying the determination to fight to the death.

However, a straw blocked his sword again.

Emperor Shang narrowly escaped death, it was Long Yan who was furious and was about to roar and punish him.
However, when he saw the man on the roof, he completely shut up.

That solitary figure, with long fluttering hair, was leisurely, biting an immature wheat stalk, casually grasping a long straw with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and was "fighting" with the peerless assassin in the carriage.

Fighting like teasing cats.

Shang Huang was immediately awed, and stood aside awkwardly like a student.

He already understood that this assassin's skill is definitely not low, but no matter how strong a person is, he is an ant in front of that person.

Because, he will always be a giant dragon that stretches across the sky and covers an era... even unprecedented.

The tiger guards on the side had already rushed over.

But halfway there, they saw this sudden change.

The originally mortal situation was reversed by one person.

And this person is.?

The strong men in heavy armor looked up.

Then all sounds disappeared.

These Tiger Guards, who are not even afraid of death, actually started to get excited, the figure in his eyes was shaking his legs, looking up at the sky, while his left hand was fiddling with.

What's on the horizon?
There is nothing, if there is, it is just a little cloud.

But what he was fiddled with with his left hand was a peerless assassin.

"who is it?!"

"who is it??!!"

And Ji roared, in fact, he failed with one sword, the second failed, and the third time, Shanghuang had already fled.

He already knew he had lost ground.

If he missed a blow, he should retreat. He was not reconciled, so he unleashed three swords.

As soon as the three swords were passed, he had already started to escape.

However, no matter how he escaped, he couldn't leave the small carriage.

The brittle straw in autumn was like a heavy mountain peak, pressing on him.

No matter if he wants to leave from the window, the door, or even the wall of the car, it is impossible.

Many times, before he even moved, he found that the straw had blocked all his possibilities of action.

In the end, he couldn't move.

Just a straw hanging down, making him unable to move, only to break out in a cold sweat, and then growl and ask, "Who?!!"

At this moment, the straw was casually thrown away.

And I was overjoyed, desperate to burn my blood, just wanting to escape from this place.

He was only slightly out of shape.

Just can't move.

Because a knife had already scratched his neck, blood flew down, and on the long and narrow knife, it slid down like dew from a leaf.

The man with waist-length hair blew the last drop of blood slowly. He raised his head and never looked at it from the beginning to the end.

But the profile fell into the eyes of the owner of the Sword Ox Palace, but it became salvation instead.

His originally shocked and terrified expression suddenly calmed down.

It seems that if he realizes that he can die at the hands of this person, he will have no regrets in this life.

because
And sent a light sigh, leaned back.

And a phantom ghost snake flowed out from the long-haired man's sword, opened its unimaginably bloody mouth, and swallowed the assassin from head to toe.

The assassin's body was not damaged at all, but in an instant, all his essence and blood were completely exhausted.

The long-haired man raised his head, took a deep breath as if intoxicated, and said with his head sideways: "Your Majesty, don't come here without any problems."

This person is actually the number one swordsman, Xia Ji.

It's just that his temperament at this time is hard to get in touch with the sword god.

Evil is entwined, and thousands of ghost snakes are entwined around the body, which is jaw-dropping.

The surrounding rebels also stared blankly at what happened here.

"Kill them, my children."

Xia Ji's voice is gentle.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous figure appeared out of nowhere, and then rushed out, instantly rushing to kill among the weak civilians like a storm.

It only took a moment for that figure to appear, revealing the face of a man with short hair and white shirt.

He casually threw away the gun sword in his hand and said, "My god, your will is my destiny."

"Let's go, Your Majesty."

Xia Ji smiled lightly, raised his head, his long hair fluttered, and his slender figure was like a ghost in the middle of the night.

Shang Huang didn't move.

Song Ling was also stunned.

Because this person is not at all like that benevolent swordsman.

The two suddenly remembered that the person in front of them had left a letter, saying that a demon had arisen, and they went to sea to look for opportunities.

Originally thought it was just an excuse, to protect his nephew.

But in fact, in the past ten years, he has never really appeared, whether it is Wudang, Daolu, Jianghu, or places of dispute, he has never appeared.

That means that he really went out to sea.

Then, the ending seemed pretty good guesswork.

The No. [-] Swordsman was not able to survive his inner demon, but was possessed by the inner demon, and turned into a demon.

Shanghuang wanted to speak several times, but he couldn't say a word.

In front of this man, he was very nervous.

Whether it was the first sword god before, or the current one.

"Let's go."

Xia Ji's voice was a little cold.

The two hurriedly followed.

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The reason why Shang Huang traveled this time was because he got some clues that it was the empress who last appeared in Yingtun City in the south.

He can order a thorough investigation.

Perhaps the local officials were eager to make contributions. Although the queen was never found, they caught many suspects.

It is only a day's journey from Tianque to Yingtun, and it is completely within the safe range, so Shang Huang can't wait to go out in person.

Upcoming?

That is a thing of the past.

In this world, where is the need to go to court?
The wind at dusk always makes people sad and sad, like the memories coming from the blocked ancient alley, which makes people stop and shiver.

On the high platform, a group of hundreds of people, men and women, old and young, all knelt down, carrying the long card of asking and beheading.

Head down, hair disheveled over face, making everyone the same.

Maybe even the look on his face was the same.

How much difference is it to be about to die?
Crying in life, mourning before death, but a handful of loess after death.

But there was only one young man and woman standing out from the crowd, with their heads held up stubbornly, staring resentfully at the supervisor's seat.

That desk is still empty.

But the city lord had his hands behind his back and stood respectfully on one side.

So, who are you waiting for?

The civilians who were watching were also curious, and there was a sound of bustle like flies.

Soon, they will know.

"It's the emperor!"

"The emperor came in person."

A low voice: "Hey, what kind of emperor, he is clearly a tyrant, a fool!"

Responding voice: "Yes! If we wait until Emperor Yan arrives, then everyone will live a better life. I hate only hate, the sky has no eyes, and let Ziwei pass block that righteous teacher."

"It's bound to be a bad thing for the dog emperor to come here."

(End of this chapter)