Chapter 412 The Death of the Sun and the Love of Xiao Meng
Jing Zhou pointed at the sword energy, and several waves of dragon energy flew out from his fingertips and wrapped around him, blocking the sword energy.
Zhanri looked at Jingzhou and said unwillingly: "You have to go against Luo Wen? The interests of the Yin and Yang family and Luo Wen are the same. If you go against Luo Wen, wouldn't you be beating yourself up?"
Zhang Han is Ying Zheng's right-hand man, and he holds the special power of the Shadow Secret Guard. Unless he has no choice, Zhan Ri really doesn't want to let Zhang Han go. If he kills Zhang Han at this time, the road to creating a new world will be trapped.
It was a step smoother, and the only force that was truly loyal to Ying Zheng was the Meng clan.
Jing Zhou smiled and said: "If we go back a few years, the interests of Luo Wang and the Yin Yang family are indeed consistent. However, at this time, the Yin Yang family and Luo Wen are not the same people."
"I don't know how you are going to escape this time? What other words will you let go of?"
Jing Zhou's words made Ji Ri feel ashamed and angry, but he didn't know how to refute. In front of this man, he was defeated twice in a row, especially the second time. If he hadn't used the secret method to escape in a hurry, he would have turned into a monster under that sword.
Corpse.
The power of that sword, when he recalled it at this moment, chilled him to the bone. He had never seen such a sword before, and even the sunlight in the sky was covered by the light of that sword.
That sword seemed to split the world in his eyes into two!
Suddenly Zhan Ri's expression was greatly shaken, he secretly said "No," he threw down the snare killer, and hurriedly retreated.
Jingzhou didn't know when a small golden tower appeared in his hand. The small tower kept spinning in his hand, and the supreme sound echoed continuously.
Although Zhenri didn't know what the little golden tower was, bursts of music fell on his ears like magic sounds, and the true energy in his body was stirred by the music, boiling like hot water, with a faint tendency to be uncontrollable.
Suddenly, Zhan Zhi's heart felt cold, and the tingling sensation on his back made him smell the breath of death.
A golden light as thin as wood and as fast as wood shot out from the small tower. The golden light was so overwhelming that it was as powerful as the heaven and earth, making it impossible for people to avoid it, so they had to fight with all their strength.
He turned around, raised his sword, and slashed vertically. He bit the tip of his tongue against the sun, widened his eyes, and mobilized his twelve successes through the stinging pain, and swung the sword out with all his strength.
Dark clouds were rolling, strong winds were blowing, and there was a sense of solemnity between heaven and earth.
Then the golden light and the sword energy collided, Zhang Han's heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes unconsciously.
There was no explosion as he expected. Instead, there was an eerie silence. Zhang Han opened his eyes and looked forward. The golden light as thick as a tachyon silently swallowed up the sword energy that covered the sun.
The black iron mask covering Sun's face could not withstand the pressure and suddenly exploded, revealing a face that Meng Tian was very familiar with.
"No!"
A desperate scream was extremely loud in the dead night, and golden light flashed, and the golden light penetrated through the body of the sun.
"Lord Hidden Sun..."
"Master Zhiri is dead!
All the killers on the ground were as if they were petrified, standing on the ground blankly.
Zhanri is not only Luowang Tianzi's first-class killer, but his strength is unfathomable. He is also the leader of Luowang, with a high status. Even the same first-class Tianzi killers, Jing Salamander and Six Sword Slave, will shout when they see Zhishi
Say "Sir".
One moment they, led by Zhi Ri, slaughtered a group of secret shadow guards, and were about to kill Zhang Han as well. The next moment Zhi Ri was killed by a golden light, without even a chance to escape.
In an instant, in the hearts of everyone in Luowang, the sky fell.
The violent shock caused everyone to freeze in place and forget to escape.
The next moment, dozens of snare killers were drowned in endless red and green light.
The eldest and young masters each made their own seals, and the bloody handprints and green leaves were like sharp swords, piercing through the snare killers one after another.
After a few breaths, there will be no more caught in the net.
The pungent smell of blood and the blood in his nose made Zhang Hanmeng cough several times.
In the narrow space, hundreds of corpses were densely stacked.
After he breathed a little more comfortably, Zhang Han said: "I didn't expect that the man hiding the sun turned out to be Marquis Tongwu."
Zhang Han had guessed at the identity of Zie Sun, the peasant knight Kui Tian Guang, the Taoist sect leader Xiaoyao Zi, and even most of the generals in the imperial army, but he had never thought about it.
Wang Ben is the son of Wang Jian, and the eldest princess of the empire, Princess Huayang, is married to Wang Jian. The Wang family can be said to be relatives of the emperor. Wang Ben himself has outstanding military achievements and holds a high position. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no matter what the outcome would be.
It's hard to convince Zhang Han.
Jing Zhou said: "The truth is often the hardest thing to believe. Is General Zhang's injury okay?"
Zhang Han spat out a mouthful of bruised blood and said with a wry smile: "I can't believe that Hidden Sun's strength is so deep. Even though his life is not in danger, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Zhang Han to use force during this period of time."
Jingzhou said: "General Zhang can just rest for some time. Marquis Tongwu is a rare dignitary in the empire. His death is bound to cause a lot of waves, so we have to ask General Zhang to deal with this matter for a while. Relatively speaking,
After death, it would be better for Marquis Tongwu to disappear for a period of time inexplicably as before."
A wisp of blue light flew out from Jingzhou's body, making up like flames, and landed on Wang Ben's body.
The next moment, Wang Ben's body solidified into ice, then turned into ice slag, shattered, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Zhang Han nodded, suppressing his doubts in his heart.
Da and Shao Sim ordered to explore around and return behind Jingzhou.
Da Siming said: "Sir, there is no one alive here."
Jing Zhou nodded, looking towards the edge of the forest a few hundred meters away, and said with a smile, "There is one more person."
"Is there another person?" Da Siming asked in surprise.
Zhang Han also had a look of surprise on his face. Previously, Young Master Siming killed all the killers in the net like chopping vegetables. His strength was not bad, but someone was able to escape the detection of Young Master Siming of the Yin Yang Family.
Jingzhou said: "Yes, there is another person. That person's aura is consistent with the surroundings and blends into one, so he can avoid your eyes and ears. General Zhang, it seems that your injury can be healed faster."
As Jing Zhou's words fell to the ground, a beautiful figure wearing a blue Taoist robe came out from the edge of the forest, flashed dozens of feet, and came to Jing Zhou and others in the blink of an eye.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Being harmonious with its light and its dust, it is as if it is pure and beautiful. Tianzong's harmony of light and dust is indeed extraordinary. Not only can it shield its own aura, this alien transposition
The effect is unique in the world." Jing Zhou praised.
This technique works well with Xiao Meng and complements each other. If it is combined with the eclipse of heaven and earth, making things in its own domain infinitely slow, Xiao Meng's alien transposition will be even more powerful.
Da Siming turned around and said softly: "Xiaomeng, the head of Tianzong, why is she here?"
Although she was surprised, Da Siming looked at Xiaomeng with interest. She had heard these two names from adults in the past.
Shao Siming's eyes were as calm as autumn water, and her expression was neither sad nor happy. Xiaomeng's arrival did not cause any change in her.
"I have met Master Xiaomeng," Zhang Han saluted Xiaomeng.
Xiaomeng lightly held the floating hilt of the "Qiuli Sword" in her hand, her eyes were a little cold, and her whole body exuded a coldness that could repel people thousands of miles away, turning a deaf ear to Zhang Han's words.
Her pair of gray-white eyes glanced around indifferently. When they landed on Jing Zhou, they paused for a moment and said coldly: "You killed Wang Ben and avenged him."
When the word "him" was mentioned, a trace of tenderness flashed across Xiao Meng's face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
In an instant, Xiao Meng's memory surged like a surge.
That year she joined the Tian Sect and met Qingxuan of the Human Sect.
Qingxuan was a very lazy man. She rarely saw him practicing swordsmanship. The most he did was either fishing or playing the xun.
"As a disciple of the Renzong, but you only play the xun but don't practice swordsmanship, I think your studies are neglected. I would like to investigate, uncle."
As a master uncle, she tested Qingxuan's kung fu and defeated Qingxuan, who was much older than her, and was extremely proud of herself.
Later, Qingxuan was expelled from Taoism for stealing secret books.
She didn't understand why Qingxuan wanted to steal the secret book after he had already met Wanchuan Qiushui. She stopped Qingxuan on his way out. This time, Qingxuan was not defeated by her. Only then did Xiaomeng realize that Qingxuan had always been the one to let him go.
Hold her.
"No one can truly do whatever they want. Even fish are shackles by the water. Even the water itself is shackles. No matter how free a life is, it cannot escape the shackles of fate." This is what Qingxuan once said to her.
Qingxuan left, until one day, Master Bei Mingzi took her and saw Qingxuan again.
Only this time, what she saw was a corpse, a hanged corpse hanging in front of the city gate.
Qingxuan sentenced the Taoists because he wanted to take revenge and did not want to involve the Taoists.
"Every white-headed boy has a sad past," Jingzhou sighed secretly.
There are three levels of Taoism in the world. The first level is "self". Although Xiaomeng is a genius, he can never forget the hatred of his family and country, and his sword is filled with murderous intent. The second level is "selflessness". Although Qingxuan appears on the surface,
He has let it go, but in fact he still can’t forget it, so he goes to assassinate Wang Ben who is flooded with water. The third level is "selflessness". Qingxuan used his own failure and sacrifice to complete the road to revenge for Xiaomeng. He saw it with his own eyes
The dream was shattered, and the dream was finally realized.
"So, Master Xiaomeng, I wonder if I can take a look at the Qiuli in your hand?" Jing Zhou had always been curious about this sword, which ranked ninth in the Feng Beard Sword Book.
Because this sword is a sword with a unique shape and a tuft of hair on the back, it is commonly known as a broom sword.
Xiaomeng came back to her senses, handed Qiuli forward, and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be interested in swords."
Zhang Han was slightly startled by this smile, and thought to himself: "I never expected that Master Xiaomeng would have such a little girly side."
Jingzhou smiled and said: "Of course I am interested, because it is not only a sword, but also a whisk, which contains the ultimate principles of Taoism and the vitality of heaven and earth.
Zhuang Zhou was greatly inspired by this sword during his leisurely travels."
What impressed Jing Zhou the most was that this sword in Xiao Meng's hands could bring dead trees back to life, which was similar to the way Ren Zong used to bring spring back to all things.
As soon as he held Qiuli, Jingzhou felt that there was a strong Yimu Qi in the sword. The Yimu Qi clung to the sword like a green basket, and streams of vitality emanated from the sword, making Jingzhou feel energetic.
Shocked.
Jing Zhou secretly thought: "It turns out that this sword contains the vitality of heaven and earth. Sure enough, the top ten famous swords in the sword manual cannot be ranked. Each sword has infinite magical uses."
Zhang Han said: "I often hear that there are two famous swords in Taoism. One is Xue Ji and the other is Qiuli. They are both famous swords. I dare to ask the master, what are the magical uses of these two swords?"
Jing Zhou glanced at Xiao Meng and saw that the smile on her lips had faded, and secretly thought that this guy was a fool.
Although Zhang Han is thoughtful and highly valued by Yingzheng, he is not sensitive to words and expressions, especially in front of beauties.
Seeing Zhang Han's eagerness for knowledge, Jing Zhou said: "Xue Ji is a gate-holding sword passed down from the Taoist ancestors. It is a token of Taoist leaders in every generation. This sword has been used since the division of heaven and man three hundred years ago.
It is offered to the two sects of Heaven and Man in turn. General Zhang must ask Master Xiaomeng about this wonderful effect."
After taking a closer look at Qiuli, Jingzhou returned the sword to Xiaomeng and said with a smile: "As for the Qiuli sword, General Zhang will immediately know the magical use of this sword. We will not disturb Master Xiaomeng and Xiaomeng."
General Zhang."
Jingzhou laughed and hid in the night with his eldest son Siming.
Zhang Han looked confused and looked at Xiaomeng, "Master Xiaomeng, I wonder what the national master meant?"
Xiao Meng said coldly: "It seems that your injury is not serious, and you still have enough time to study Xue Ji and Qiu Li."
Zhang Han's expression became more confused, "What do you mean by Master?"
The next moment, Xiao Meng's hand fell on her shoulder, and then in the dead night, there was a cry of pain, startling many birds to fly away.