Zhu Ming's news was more than an hour later than Yu Shaoan's. When he made money, Zhu Biao had already gone to Yibei Houfu and came back for dinner. But Zhu Biao didn't blame him, because it was his own request. Zhu Ming was here
The manpower developed by the royal capital was fully devoted to the task of monitoring the four princes' mansions, the Minister of Rites, and the Nangong mansion, as well as finding the stronghold outside the Nangong family's mansion.
Outside the mountains south of the city, the place where the crown prince appeared was just north of the reconnaissance and guard range of Bodaoling and south of Beiping City. It was a blank area covered by Zhu Biaoxian's intelligence system.
"I wish Yu Shao'an had done something good!" Zhu Ming came out of the back door to hold the lantern, but there were still many pedestrians on the street, and he blended into the crowd without showing off his appearance or clothes. "I need to make a comeback in the next moment!"
Suddenly, Zhu Biao had another intelligence line. Although the opponent was still very weak, Zhu Ming had a strong sense of competition in his heart.
"General!" Feng Enjiang returned to Beiping City before the city gate was locked.
"Have you all been ordered to leave?"
"The soldiers of each battalion do not take off their armor at night and carry their weapons with them. If there is a commotion in the city of Peiping, they will definitely arrive within half an hour."
"Okay, you go down immediately to rectify the personal guards in the mansion. Uncle Hong, you can go too. The private soldiers have gathered together. If there is any commotion tonight, follow me immediately to suppress the chaos and redress the rebellion." Zhu Biao's eyes were like gleams, and gleams of light flashed in his pupils. In the evening
, a large number of masters rushed to the south of the city from the six-door Tingwei Mansion and even the imperial guards and worship hall. The power in Beiping City can be said to have been weakened to the lowest point in recent months.
If the King of Han has something to do tonight, then it is almost foreseeable that the four of Ji Kun, Ji Feng and the Nangong family will rise up...
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"Report to the Great Elder, no trace found on the west road!"
"Report to the Great Elder, there is no east road..."
"..., there is nothing in the southwest..."
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In two hours, Lu Liang had heard too much bad news
"Great Elder, no trace of the prince has been found on the North Road!" Now, the last trace of hope has been cut off.
Lu Liang stood up. Black clouds gathered in the sky. There were no stars or moon. The sharp sword energy all over his body was even colder. There were burning torches around him, and the flames were tilted like the wind blown by the invisible momentum.
It was still a sweltering night after the beginning of summer, and everyone around me felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Search again!" He said these two words without hesitation, but Lu Liang himself knew that catching the tail left behind by the prince's appearance was already extremely difficult, as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
More than two hours later, Lu Liang sadly set out on his way back to Peiping alone. He needed to report to the King of Han that the responsibility of commanding the search troops had been handed over to the Third Elder of the Enshrining Hall.
Unexpectedly, in the not-so-busy residential area outside the South City Gate, at the end is a low-class big bowl tea shop built with thatched huts. At this time, there are still two wind lanterns on.
Two tables, three people
Two per table, one per table
At the double table, there is a swordsman dressed in white and snow, and the other is a swordsman as black as thick ink;
At the single table, there was only an old man who was as thin as a bone. He was dressed in black and gray linen, like a long pole holding a piece of black cloth. He looked like a ghost in the dark night, so thin that he could not see his human form.
"Hush!"
"Angang~~"
The excited sound of horses sounded at the intersection. Lu Liang pulled the reins, and his eyes were like swords, shooting towards a hut more than ten feet away.
"Da da..." The horse was retreating, and a feeling of panic made it subconsciously stay far away from the hay shed.
There was no one on the empty horse carrying Qing Feng, who was accompanying Yu Jiazi. Lu Liang walked towards the hay shed step by step. A smile appeared on his originally gloomy face.
The other party actually came to intercept me regardless of life or death. What could be better than this?
Although the skinny old man in the hut posed a vague threat to him, the swordsman always only asked about the disadvantage of the sword in his hand, not how strong the enemy was.
If he didn't even have this strong will to kill the heavens and the earth, then Lu Liang wouldn't be able to reach the realm of the Xiantian Grandmaster today.
The eyes are like a distant hollow, and the coldness is sharp and scary, like the cold current that has accumulated in the Northern Wilderness Icefield for countless thousands of years, and when touched, there is a trembling that freezes the mind.
The three people in the hut are not ordinary masters. Needless to say, the Yin Hun Lord is also a super thug who Ji Fa has won over with the black and white sword. However, as Lu Liang gets closer step by step, the Yin Hun Lord has not been nervous for who knows how many years.
They all sped up. The black and white swordsman's face was tense. He couldn't sit still and even stood up.
Finally, Yin Hun Zhenjun also stood up, his eyes focused, and the suffocating cold and dead air slowly condensed. He automatically thought that he was in the perfect stage of 'Gathering Condensation Evil' like himself in his gray-black cloth robe.
Well, it turns out that the other party has crossed that line and entered the innate grandmaster level.
Although both of them have gone through the most difficult and dangerous period of 'transcending the tribulation', they are in the Mahayana period and their opponents are already immortals. The gap is obvious.
"It's a shame that those people in the mansion are being restrained, otherwise, what is an innate grandmaster?"
At this time, Yin Hun Zhenjun had already forgotten the arrogance that he had when he came to Northern Han Dynasty. At that time, as Ji Fa's biggest trump card in Northern Han Dynasty, he didn't think that he needed anyone else to help him.
"Iron Brand Organization? Prince Tang?" Lu Liang slowly pulled out the sharp sword from his waist. Every time the bright scarf was unsheathed, the light in front of the hut seemed to get darker. The sharp sword pressure made everyone's clothes rustle.
rustling
Phew, it seems strange that two lanterns are extinguished at the same time. With the lanterns outside covering them, how can the candles inside be extinguished?
But the fact is that after extinguishing the lantern, it still looks the same as before. If you hold it under the sun, you will find that there are many small holes on the lantern, as sharp as a sword.
It couldn't penetrate the body-protecting energy of Yin Hun Zhenjun and the other three, but it easily crushed the candles in the wind lantern into a pile of powder.
As soon as the wind lantern goes out, the light still shines suddenly
"Hey, hey!" There were two sounds of swords coming out of their sheaths, and the black and white sword masters were already killing each other one on the left and the other on the right.
The knife is like the cold wind, the sword is like drizzle, the wind comes with the rain, the sword is one
Brother Han Rufeng and Xi Ruyu were able to enter the palace with top mid-level strength. As soon as they entered, they were immediately valued and favored by the Lord. It was because of their combined sword attack skills that their strength should not be underestimated.
In less than two years, the strength of the two brothers has increased to the top level. They are about to reach the peak. It would be a joke to fight any one of their brothers alone, but together with the sword, they can already do it.
Bringing a threat to myself
The current situation is said to be one with 100+ force against three enemies with ++ force respectively. It is better to say that it is against two enemies with 100+ force and 95+ force.
In the darkness, the light of the sword glides across thousands of snow-colored rays of light emerging from the darkness. There are layers of sword shadows everywhere, as fast as meteors and as fast as lightning!
The black and white swordsmen who came to attack took the initiative to attack, but Lu Liang's sword struck later and came first.
In an instant, Yin Hun Zhenjun's pupils shrank as big as needle tips, he let out a sharp laugh, and the cold sound waves like a strange owl hit Lu Liang. At the same time, he took a step forward, and the distance of two feet passed in an instant. There was clearly another one in front of him.
There was a tea table, but it became like illusory light and shadow, showing no resistance. Like powder, it fell back to the ground as the Yin Hun Zhenjun passed through.
A pair of iron hook-like ghost claws hit Lu Liang's side, making no sound and leaving no trace, but the ground looked as if it had been plowed by an iron plow, leaving traces several feet long.
""Netherworld Ghost Claw" is indeed a member of the devil!" Lu Liang snorted coldly.
As soon as the sharp sword moved, the rapidly falling Gang Qi suddenly turned into horizontal floating ripples, slowly but inevitably swinging towards the three of them.
"Boom!" There was an explosion in the night sky, and the ripples of energy all around tore apart everything around it.
The Imperial Guards on the south city wall all had their hearts skipping a beat. They looked at the sound and their horrified faces could not conceal the rest. Even if ten war drums were beating in unison, they would not be able to do so.
They could vaguely see a mushroom cloud-like smoke rising in the dark night, and the defenders were sweating profusely. What was this?
The area within ten feet of the four people standing seemed to have suffered a great disaster. The straw shed completely collapsed, and sawdust and straw flew everywhere.
There are also houses nearby that were shaken and overturned as if they were in an earthquake.
Fortunately, this place is at the end. It is the worst place in Nanguan. People come to do business during the day, but no one sleeps here at night. It is roughly equivalent to a street stall in Zhu Biao's previous life, a fixed street stall that cannot accommodate anyone.
"Not bad!" Lu Liang suddenly smiled, but he didn't know whether he meant that the Yin Hun Lord and the three of them fought well, or that the Yin Hun Lord silently gave him an answer he had been thinking about for a long time.
"Take another sword!" The snow-colored stream of light slowly flowed from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The speed seemed to be getting slower and slower, so slow that it almost seemed like a century had passed. However, the three Yin Hun Zhenjun had a certain feeling.
Illusion, the slowly flowing snow light was like a green mountain falling from the sky, pressing heavily on their hearts, directly suffocating their fighting spirit.
Yin Hun Zhenjun's face was surprisingly solemn, all thoughts were expelled from his mind, and only the aura rising all over his body was getting higher and higher with the flow of the snow light. Han Rufeng, Xi Ruyu, could not be as experienced as Yin Hun Zhenjun, Master.
The two brothers coincidentally thought of interrupting Lu Liang's momentum, but their inner consciousness told them that doing so would definitely inflict a fatal blow on themselves. The two brothers, whose martial arts cultivation was far from reaching its peak, coincidentally decided to do so.
Worry arose
Looking ahead and looking back, the auras of the two of them were almost confused, they looked like Yinhun Zhenjun!
But the latter did not remind the two of them to pay attention. In fact, they only needed four words - concentrate and prepare for battle! However, the Yinhun Zhenjun used the lives and blood of these two people to create a chance for himself to succeed!
Thinking about it but not daring, this timid feeling made Han Rufeng and Xi Ruyu almost vomit blood. As the light of snow became closer and closer to the tip of the sword, a kind of invisible but can be felt...
The feeling of being locked in came between the two of them
