The middle-aged guest continued to move forward, his tone calm, "Don't waste time any more, let me see the real method of the fourth claw of the imperial palace."

He was covered in blood and looked ferocious. The two old four claws looked at each other and knew that today was the deadline.

"Since Mr. Zhou looks down on me, of course our family is not good, so I disappoint you."

"Although the magic trick of the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra is practiced by incomplete people, we think there are still some advantages, so please give me advice!"

With a scream, the python robe on the two old four claws came alive at the same time, like a big mouth, swallowing the two old four claws into it at once.

As the sound of chewing was torn and broken, the two old four claws were eaten clean, so the dragon python on the python robe really came alive, and the body fell heavily to the ground with a hundred feet high. He raised his head and his tongue and hissed, staring at the middle-aged guest violently.

The Tian Silkworm Sutra is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves and sprinkling silk. It practices the clothes that the old Si claws wear. After it is completed, it is a great success in the martial arts, and it jumps up and becomes the highly respected old Si claws in the imperial palace.

But in the same way, it is also for yourself to dig up the way to kill you.

Once you fight with others, you will give up yourself and use your essence, blood and soul as feeding, awaken the dragon python on the python robe, and exert your power.

Of course, this method is a one-time method. After using it, the fourth claw will die, his soul will be scattered, and he will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

So just now, they said that they would expose the corpse in the wilderness and that they would seek to get the chance to be reincarnated in the next life. In fact, they would not be able to leave the corpse after death, and of course there was no possibility of reincarnation.

The middle-aged guest Mr. Zhou frowned, not because he couldn't bear it. He just thought about such cruel practice. Only the imperial palace, which controls the fortune of a country, dares to practice unscrupulously without worrying about the possibility of evil.

He was naturally prepared for his move today, not to mention that the Silkworm Sutra in the Western Wilderness Palace was not a secret matter. Looking at the two roaring dragon pythons towards the sky, the middle-aged guest turned his hand down, like a vast lotus leaf, covering the entire world.

The so-called "no eggs left under the collapse of the nest, and the whole world is suppressed, and it is impossible to escape here. Two evil dragon pythons roared shrillly, and their huge bodies rolled and slapped wildly, but the ground and space were extremely stable, without any trace of breaking. It seemed that there was invisible power to suppress everything in the world, so they also sealed the two of them together.

The golden and jade words appeared on the surface of the huge body of the evil dragon. They seemed inconspicuous, but in fact they were each weighing ten thousand pounds. The scales and armor that were pressed were broken, the flesh and blood were broken, and Nie Mang's body became bloody and bloody.

The middle-aged guest showed a little regret and reluctance in his eyes, but now he has no time to hesitate.

Bang-

With a light sound, a jade plaque hanging around his waist turned into shattering.

The golden and jade words on the surface of the evil dragon's body were shining brightly, and the imprints entered the flesh and blood. The flesh and blood were steamed and black mist, and a shrill howling came out of it.

The Tian Silkworm Sutra practices a rude costume, which is like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves and spitting silk. But the silkworm eats mulberry leaves, and the four claws who have achieved success in the palace practice. What do they eat? This is the real origin of the word "crazy".

The two evil dragons summoned by the four elders in the palace at the cost of their own death are now dying, and no matter how much they struggle, they will never escape the desperate situation. It is not that they are not strong, but that the middle-aged guest Mr. Zhou is one of the few most terrifying figures in this imperial capital.

Huicuilou was able to move him lightly, but firstly, the guests gave him enough rewards, and secondly, their journey was vast enough that they could actually find Mr. Zhou’s residence and reach an agreement with him.

I think that the emperor in the imperial palace would be surprised and even a little disappointed about this. After all, at the beginning, he also thought about recruiting this middle-aged guest to add another weight to the Western Wilderness.

Although he was born in Zhonghuang Shenzhou, although he was abandoned, his qualifications, potential, and national destiny could naturally see clearly.

Middle-aged guests are qualified to attack the imperial realm!

The middle-aged guest in the night was clear about all this. But he did not regret that what he did today, the woman on the sickbed, was the crux of his word "love" and the person he had to save.

He took a step forward, as if he was shrinking into an inch. His figure appeared outside the carriage. The middle-aged guest looked calm, without guilt or murderous intention, so he just pointed forward.

"Protect General!"

Wang Datou and other troops in front of the carriage were already stunned by the fighting in front of the carriage, and their faces were pale and trembling. But when the middle-aged guest flew over, he shouted and drew his sword out of the sheath and jumped out without hesitation.

It is definitely fake to say that you are not afraid, but now your mind is blank and you don’t have time to turn your thoughts and instinctively react.

Our general,

But I can't die here!

As for whether we can stop it, and if we rush forward, it will have some effect... The king didn't have time to think about it. Anyway, we are all despicable, so we will die if we die. We just want to repay the general's grace for re-creation.

In fact, it is indeed useless, because although Wang Datou and other border troops were fearless, they were knocked out before they could rush up. They spit blood and turned into a rolling gourd. They were in a mess, but they were not really fatal.

Although the middle-aged guest left his hometown and became a down-and-out person who was expelled from abroad, he still believed in the act of a gentleman and did not kill him at will.

Of course, if he wants to kill someone, it is a different matter... As the saying goes, a gentleman has something to say, but he doesn't do anything... it depends only on his mood.

This must be a bastard, but it was the catchphrase that the uncle of the junior master often spoke at that time. The elders of the academy were very troubled, but they had no choice but to deal with him.

After all, the uncle of the junior teacher is the strongest person in the academy. This was his teacher who personally admitted it back then.

If it were the uncle here today, what would it be like? I am afraid that he would not be in a hurry to kill people, but wait for the imperial palace to react, and even force out of the imperial realm in the imperial capital to fight a lot, and see if he can cut open the city with his sword in his hand.

The middle-aged guest's eyes were slightly bright, and then a hint of sadness appeared. He was afraid that he would not have the chance to see his uncle again when he set out his sword.

Shaking his head, restraining his sudden dispersion of thoughts. Since he could not compete with his junior uncle, he should still kill people as soon as possible.

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged guest's eyes became more and more concentrated, and his fingers were lit up at this moment.

The sharpness is revealed, and the fingertips are like swords!

Before the carriage, there was no obstacle except the coachman at this time.

Before the pointing fell, the terrifying pressure was like a river rolling back, falling on the mind and shattering its soul.

The driver's face turned paler, and his eyes were extremely scared, but at this moment, he suddenly disappeared. He looked at it seriously, and he pointed it, and the long whip in his hand was broken in an inch, and a sword was hidden in the bamboo handle.

When a sword is lifted up, it is like provoking a river. The rolling sword intent is like a stormy wave, and it explodes in this sword with great pleasure.

The middle-aged guest frowned slightly, and there was surprise in his eyes. He seemed to have never expected that the inconspicuous coachman in front of him was a peerless sword cultivator.

But as soon as you point your hand, the sword has been unsheathed and there is no room for rotation. So you can move faster with your finger, like lightning, and it runs with the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged guest frowned even tighter, and his broad robe suddenly swelled up, as if he was infused with a lot of gas. His figure flew backwards, his long sleeves gracefully and calmly, like an immortal passing by at night, and his atmosphere was really good.

It landed quietly, and the middle-aged man looked at the coachman, or rather, he was watching the short sword in his hand. To be short, it was because the sword was indeed not long, but the sword intent contained inside was so long that it was almost impossible to count.

Simply put, starting from here and falling from there... longer than the sky!

"The name of this sword?"

The driver's face turned paler, like a clean top-grade rice paper, but his breathing was still long and relaxed. "The sword was named Long River. It was made by taking a certain ancient river as its foundation and refining it with supreme magical powers. It was passed on to me, which was considered a bit of a disgrace."

The middle-aged guest nodded and agreed with this sentence. The coachman has a very high level and is a peerless swordsman in the world. However, if he counts the sword in his hand, he is indeed a bit unworthy.

It’s not that he is weak, but that this sword is too strong, especially when it is placed in the Western Huang Imperial Palace, tempered with national fortune and warmed up for many years, and then washed away all the lead and revealed its sharpness.

I have been silent for thousands of years. Today, a sword is released, and the sword energy is long and can be cut through the sky! Even if it can even be cut through the sky, how can it not be cut through people? After all, no matter how strong the middle-aged guest Mr. Zhou is, he dare not compare with the sky.

"If you are strong enough, I will be dead with this sword."

The middle-aged guest turned around and left, his body suddenly shook, and countless wounds suddenly cracked all over his body. Blood squirted out like a spring, dyeing all his wide-sleeved robe red.

The powerful aura, if the sun rises eastward, the fog drifts away everywhere and disappears in a blink of an eye.

The coachman showed a hint of admiration in his eyes and bowed with a sword, "I won today because I had a sword in my hand... Mr. Zhou was on his way."

Boom-

The ground was trembling like a storm of the shore. It was the imperial guards in the imperial palace who were coming quickly. The middle-aged guest who was walking towards the distance was covered in blood in his long robe. Even if he turned around and left, he might not be able to leave.

The evil dragon transformed by the two old four claws, the one who turned into a body, is now dead, and the body is broken, leaving only a mess.

In the air, bloody nose.

Wang Datou, who was knocked out, vomited blood and injured but did not die, struggled to get up and stared at the scene in front of him.

Probably not expected

, The middle-aged guest who has been arrogant and powerful enough to make no sense has been cut to such a state with one sword. Or maybe he is complicated inside and can't figure out why these mud-legged and despicable lives are still alive at this time.

The coachman took a deep breath, coughed lightly, and a little blood was splattering. He used the sword just now, and he suffered a lot, even though his sword cultivation was shaken a little.

If you want to recover, you may have to stay in seclusion for a long time and spend a lot of money. He turned around and tapped the carriage, "Marty, the assassin has been killed, you can go to court with peace of mind."

In the carriage, Qin Yu stared at the car door, his expression was solemn, and there was no slight ease. In the palm of his hand, the white jade, which was originally slightly cool, has now become hot, like a red-burning stone.

There was nothing in front of me, but it seemed to have seen it. On the respectful face, there were cold eyes.

The carriage was quiet, and the coachman frowned slightly, and there was a flaw in some unknown place, but since it had been discovered, he would just take action.

The next moment, the car door shattered, no longer the surging waves before, nor the supreme momentum to cut open the sky.

The short sword broke into the gate and rushed straight to Qin Yu's head and slashed it. The sword body was pitch black, as if it was attached to the night between the world.

It turns out that the coachman is the last chess piece today.

The reason why he just killed the middle-aged guest who was at the peak of his life was because he knew very well that although Mr. Zhou was strong, no one could kill Qin Yu today. Because he carried the seal of Zhongwu Hou in the Western Desert, and the power of incense had been quietly introduced into this seal.

Therefore, the coachman cut out the sword just now, cutting off the vitality of the middle-aged passenger. He paid a huge price, but also let the short sword long river use up the blessing of the Western Wilderness country in this sword, and be able to restore his true appearance and display the true power of the long river.

A sword falls and the incense can be cut off!

The Zhongwu Hou seal on Qin Yu was wearing was broken with a "pop", and the power of incense was invisible and qualitative, turning into a bubble.

But now, under normal circumstances, even if the half-emperor takes action, he can withstand a moment of bubbles. In front of the river of the short sword, he is really fragile like a bubble.

The sword shattered as soon as it fell, and the sword edge fell to Qin Yu's head without any pause. With the sharpness of this sword, even the master can kill him instantly, and both body and spirit are destroyed without any chance of vitality.

bite--

A light sound was like a sharp blade touching the iron stone. The driver holding the sword suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a shock.

The power of the recoil was like a storm, and it kept rushing through his arms and into his chest and abdomen. The sound of fractured tendons was constantly "crackling".

The sword-holding hand had already turned into white bones, all the flesh and blood had broken and shattered, and then turned into blood mist. He rolled out, took out a talisman, and tore it apart with force and disappeared in an instant.

As for the short sword, the river was broken into countless pieces and fell in front of Qin Yu.

However, the broken sword is not sharp, but becomes soft, like a pool of water stains falling from the beach, wrapped in a few broken pieces, gradually blending with each other.
To be continued...