Chapter 371: Killing through the harem in front of you

Queen with a stick of incense.

In front of Hanguang Hall.

The great master Hong Sixiang on the bright side of the Qingguo Palace is sitting on the first step of the corridor. There is a table next to him, with a pot, a cup, chopsticks and a plate of side dishes. He seems to be pouring and drinking by himself leisurely. Occasionally pick up a dish with chopsticks.

Only those who are familiar with him can understand that Eunuch Hong only looks relaxed because his left hand has never left the sword that is half a foot shorter than an ordinary person's sword, and the pair of swords seem to be moving from beginning to end. His eyes, which had never woken up from sleep, were constantly flashing, and no disturbance within a hundred feet radius could be hidden from him.

Previously, Northern Qi assassins entered the palace for an assassination. Although they failed to succeed, they seriously injured Gong Dian, the deputy commander of the imperial guards. This inevitably brought about a series of chain reactions. The palace maids and eunuchs knew little about it, so they discussed it privately. Hong It's different for people like Si Xiang and Yan Xiaoyi who have the important responsibility of protecting the royal family. According to the news from Taiyuan Hospital, Gong Dian is not only disabled and seriously injured, but his body is also poisoned. It's a kind of poison that has never been seen before. The Yin Fire Poison seemed to be caused by the True Qi, and even the poison masters from the three offices of the Overwatch Council were helpless. Finally, the imperial doctor invited Hong Sixiang to use the True Qi to force the fire poison into the half-crippled right hand. Cutting off the arm was the only way to save Gong Dian's life.

So 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 the Qingguo Palace, and that the assassin Xingzang was exposed and escaped safely. He should not have entered the palace to assassinate him a second time without alerting the snake, but what happened today is weird. , Gong Dian regained consciousness and told them that the assassin had clearly broken his neck and lost his breath on the spot. However, for some unknown reason, the little eunuch who carried the body just carried the body onto the stretcher, but the assassin suddenly came to life and his skills were greatly enhanced. , he is hardly an enemy.

The development of this matter is completely unreasonable, so Hong Sixiang is not sure whether the logic is normal. To be cautious, he can only muster 12% of his energy to deal with it.

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

When the sudden heartbeat hit his ears, Hong Sixiang's muscles all tensed up. Looking sideways, he saw a man in night clothes walking with a sword on the long steps six feet away, and twenty feet away In that place, a twenty-man Imperial Guard team was patrolling southward, but they were completely unaware of this man.

The two Imperial Guards guarding the stairs saw Hong Sixiang getting up, and then they realized what had happened. They yelled "Who is this person" and stabbed Hong Sixiang with their guns.

Chu Ping didn't even move, but moved his fingers slightly. The two imperial soldiers 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 upper hand, because this iron assassin made his whole body muscles tremble. The last time he felt this way was when he faced the great master Ye Liuyun.

Others thought he was the Grand Master, but he knew very well how far behind he was.

His thoughts are complex, but his sword power is 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 has calculated correctly. The moment the enemy steps onto the ladder is the point where the strength is dispersed and the energy is replaced. At this time, with a sword strike, even if the enemy cannot be destroyed with one blow, it can still cause the opponent to fall into a continuous chain. The sword is in full swing.

This idea is correct, and his timing is also very good.

It’s just that... he fell into a strange loop of logic again. The appearance of Chu Pingsheng was not normal, and it was useless to try to figure it out with normal logic.

The sword light flashed across, only scattering the remaining shadows left on the spot. Hong Sixiang quickly withdrew his sword and changed his move. He turned his wrist and raised it diagonally. A white light suddenly appeared in front of him in the night. Sure enough, a sword appeared and collided with his sword. There was a crisp "ding" sound.

Hong Sixiang looked confused, because the sword strike just now was weird, the sound was weird, and the resistance from the sword was weird, but what was even weirder was the feeling his opponent gave him, or the sword power revealed. The murderous aura he unleashed shrank, completely out of proportion to the pressure he had put on him as he stepped up the stairs.

To put it simply, he defined the assassin as a grand master just now, but now he found out that the opponent was on par with himself in terms of strength. This feeling of tearing made him extremely uncomfortable.

Could it be that... I am a fake just like myself?

At this moment, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he felt a chill approaching, just like the scene of a person knocking down bricks in rows, and there were cold hairs on his hands. Stand up, extend all the way back, and sweep across the whole body.

cold!

It's cold.

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

With this level of air-conditioning, warriors below level 7 are afraid of being frostbitten on the spot. In this environment, the combat effectiveness of an expert at level 8 will be reduced by half. Even a peak person like him at level 9 can score 100 points. One or two become true energy to resist the cold air, so as not to affect the speed of the sword.

Ding.

The two swords collided again.

Hong Sixiang quickly shook his sword, trying to create an opening for attack. Who would have thought that a sword flash from the opposite side suddenly made three points? He couldn't tell which was virtual and which was real, and the hilt of the sword shook.

Ding.

There was another soft sound.

At this time, he noticed something was wrong. It seemed that all his opponent's moves were for no other reason than to confront his sword head-on. When he used his eyesight enough to distinguish carefully, he saw that the two-foot sword body was covered with a The layer was slightly white, like frost, and the chill in the air continued to accumulate as the opponent's sword swung. If it was necessary to allocate one and a half percent of the zhenqi to resist just now, then it would take two percent now.

not good.

We can’t go on like this. Hong Sixiang wanted to change his moves, but the long sword thrust out diagonally made it difficult for him to change direction. He could only swing the sword to catch it, and there was another clang, and the coldness increased.

It was only then that he discovered that being the first to draw the sword and attack at the right time did not allow him to gain the initiative on the battlefield. Instead, he fell into the opponent's rhythm and was forced to continuously receive the sword forcefully.

With the exquisiteness of the opponent's swordsmanship, two other masters of his own level may not be able to suppress him. It seems that only a great master like Sigu Jian can defeat this person.

Hong Sixiang fought with the assassins, and the surrounding forbidden troops heard the sound and rushed up the long steps. But the problem was that in the face of the increasing cold wave, even with their skills, they could not advance three feet. There were two masters who charged hard. , Sora became stiff when he went to the toilet to drain the water.

Even the captain, who possesses a level 7 combat capability, can only watch from a distance and does not dare to rush into the battle group.

Ding~ding~ding!

There were three more soft sounds in succession.

Hong Sixiang went to fight again. This time he swung his sword in the air and hurriedly stepped back to withdraw the move. Looking sideways, he realized that the assassin did not move at all, but stared at the long sword in his hand with a cold light. sword.

"I probably know your level."

Probably?

Level?

Hong Sixiang didn’t know whether he was talking to the sword or 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 blade. Sword spine!

Hong Sixiang raised his sword to look, but heard a thin sound of ice cracking.

Ka~

Wow...

Carefully forged by Sandafang, the sharp sword rewarded by Emperor Qing turned into a pile of metal fragments and fell on the long white marble steps.

It doesn’t matter whether it was broken by the cold air or by the sword in the assassin’s hand.

Anyway, he understood.

It is not that the opponent Jin Yu is defeated, but that the opponent regards him as a test stone.

Phew...

At this moment, a sharp roar pierced the night sky.

Facing the high wall of Hanguang Hall, cold stars suddenly appeared, fierce wind was like a knife, and an arrow was like lightning, like an electric mark, shooting at the assassin with endless killing intent.

Yan Xiaoyi takes action!

Hong Sixiang was not happy, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw the assassin stretched out two fingers and flicked back. Yan Xiaoyi's arrow seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and suddenly hovered.

This scene shocked Yan Xiaoyi who was standing on the wall, and also angered him. He drew his carved bow continuously, the strings kept ringing, and arrows shot through the air one after another.

"Let's stop here."

After saying this lightly, the assassin in Hong Sixiang's eyes suddenly disappeared like a ghost. When he realized something was wrong and looked back, he saw that the assassin was already behind him. The long sword that exuded cold air was like wings, and the already extremely low temperature instantly dropped a lot. The white frost visible to the naked eye spread on the stone steps, handrails, and skin surfaces.

Now 20% of the true energy is already irresistible. Even if it is increased to 50%, it still feels cold all over.

At the same time, the assassin struck down with one sword.

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

He was about to burst out his whole body's energy to resist the cold wave, but was horrified to find that there was also a terrifying sword energy blooming together with the cold wave.

Sword energy and cold energy burst out at the same time. The old eunuch at the peak of the ninth grade felt a chill all over his body. Everything in his field of vision was stretching. The plaque of Hanguang Palace was like this, the long steps were like this, the assassin was like this, and the vast night was like this. No exception.

It wasn’t until the gushing blood condensed into ice beads and ice spikes, and the cold penetrated his bones, that he realized what had happened. The sword energy had split him in half from top to bottom.

(End of this chapter)