Chapter five hundred and ninetieth night long dreams
He is no one else.
It's the sword general!
Zu Qianjue suddenly remembered that Master Dao Jiang had served spiritual tea to the Xiahou tribe.
He couldn't help but angrily rebuke: "Traitor! It turns out you are also from Yinhui Lake!"
So far, the truth has been revealed.
At that time, there was a battle between the Xiahou Shenmen and the Yinhuihu Clan.
The traitors who appeared in Xiahou Shenmen were not just Xiahoufan and Chu Renhua.
There is also the most hidden swordsman.
Afterwards, he deliberately created suspicions and misled the Xiahou tribe, and killed Xiahou Fan and Chu Renhua by mistake.
It was he who secretly informed Xia Houjie of his true identity.
It was also he who taught Xia Houjie forbidden martial arts.
He is the most secretive traitor planted in Xiahou Shenmen.
However, his name was not even mentioned on the roster.
Du Yangzi only has the list of mid- to low-level traitors.
The list of top traitors such as Sword General is personally controlled by the master of the Mashi clan.
Therefore, Zu Qianjue and others were not on guard against him.
Drink the poisonous tea he prepared.
The sword general smiled and said: "I don't want to do it either! But who would let this opportunity come once in a lifetime?"
More than twenty years.
Zu Qianjue's time to show up was very rare.
Even when he shows up, he comes and goes in a hurry.
There was no chance to start.
Only this time to taste the ancient soul fruit and invite Xia Qingchen to come, Zu Qianjue gave him an extra treat and stayed to watch.
Just give him the opportunity to take action.
Zu Qianjue's eyes were cold, and he used the power of Xiaoyue's peak realm to try to force the poison out of his body.
But, the harder you push, the more intense the poison becomes.
The sword general smiled calmly: "Ancestor, there is no need to waste your efforts. This is specially prepared for masters like you. As the strength increases, the poison will penetrate deeper into the bone marrow."
have no choice.
Zu Qianjue could only give up. His face was pale and his whole body was restricted, making it difficult to move.
Xia Houjie suddenly raised his hand and knocked Zu Qianjue to the ground with one palm.
His face turned ferocious, and he sneered: "Old man, you never expected it! You still fell into my hands!"
Many Xiahou tribesmen roared angrily.
"Little beast, do you dare to attack the ancestor?" The sword general and others' eyes were about to burst.
I tried my best to rush over, but they were also heavily poisoned, making it difficult to move.
Xia Houjie looked up to the sky and laughed: "I am a little beast that you worked so hard to raise, isn't it?"
The deep irony made them angry and ashamed.
Just now, they sympathized with Xia Houjie.
I think he least deserves to die.
How blind were they in the past to raise such white-eyed wolves!
"Jie'er, I'll give you the opportunity to make meritorious deeds." Dao Jiang smiled deeply.
He pulled out a dagger that was as sharp as clay and threw it to Xia Houjie.
Xia Houjie took hold of it, looked at Zu Qianjue with a ferocious look, and sneered: "Old man, didn't you just want to clean up the house? Come on, clean it up for me?"
The dagger was pressed against Zu Qianjue's neck.
It only takes one hard thrust to pierce Zu Qianjue's neck.
This scene made the Xiahou people's eyes tear open.
"Let go of the ancestor!!"
"You little beast that will be cut into pieces!!"
"I will destroy you!!"
Seeing them furious, Xia Houjie smiled instead of angry: "Hahaha, this is the expression I want! When you killed my parents, did you ever think about my feelings?"
"Now, it's finally your turn to taste this pain!"
Xia Houjie has a ruthless face.
He doesn't feel at all that Xiahou Shenmen has shown any kindness to him for cultivating him in the past twenty years.
"I was the one who found out about your parents' betrayal back then. If you want revenge, just come to me!" The sword general said: "My ancestor is gray-haired, so don't embarrass him."
There was a teasing look on Xia Houjie's lips: "You want me to let go of my ancestor? Sure! You all kneel down and call me grandpa three times."
He vowed to crush the dignity of Xiahou Shenmen into the mud!
The sword general asked: "Do you swear that you will let the ancestor go?"
Xia Houjie chuckled: "Why do you swear? If you shout makes me feel comfortable, I will naturally let it go. If it doesn't feel good, haha, then I'm sorry. Next year, I will offer incense to my ancestor!"
As he said that, he was about to stab the dagger in.
All the Xiahou Shenmen clan members were filled with humiliation and prepared to kneel down.
Xia Houjie's eyes suddenly caught sight of Xia Qingchen and others, and said: "Wait a minute! They are going to kneel too!"
The sword general looked at Xia Qingchen and the other outsiders with pleading eyes: "Please save our ancestors!"
The tribesmen raised their hands and begged: "Please save our ancestors!"
The voices came and went, pleading and feeling helpless.
"I refuse." Xia Qingchen responded with certainty and clarity.
His eyes fell on Xia Houjie and said: "You can't intimidate me!"
Xiahou Jie narrowed his eyes: "You don't care about the survival of Xiahou Shenmen anymore?"
Xia Qingchen said calmly: "The situation is over, I can't turn around, so I say goodbye."
He is extremely free and easy, and he leaves as soon as he wants.
Daojiang's eyes flashed and he ran after him.
However, Xia Qingchen was already prepared, took out the flying nirvana and soared into the sky.
The sword general was thrown into the air.
I could only watch helplessly as Xia Qingchen flew higher and higher.
The two of them were helpless.
An old and hoarse voice, accompanied by waves of fishy stench, floated out from an abandoned ancient well.
"You stole my things and you still want to leave?"
From the ancient well, a jet-black mist shot out, heading straight for Xia Qingchen.
Xia Qingchen immediately dodged and managed to avoid the mist.
Take a closer look.
A young man with black gauze climbed out of the ancient well.
He looked indifferent, with his hands behind his back, standing at the entrance of the ancient well, looking up at Xia Qingchen.
His eyes revealed a ghastly murderous intention.
"Du Yangzi?" Zu Qianjue recognized him and said coldly.
The tribesmen were shocked.
Du Yangzi, one of the four powerful men in Yinhui Lake, has been hiding in the Xiahou Divine Gate.
You can guess without asking that it was General Dao who arranged for him to come in.
The highly poisonous poison in the tea must have been developed by Duyangzi.
Du Yangzi didn't look back, just stared at Xia Qingchen and said: "The night is long and there are many dreams, so take action quickly."
Xia Houjie said respectfully: "Yes! Sir!"
He originally wanted to tease the Xiahou people again.
Since Du Yangzi has a life, he can only take action.
The palm of his hand exerted force and he stabbed hard with the dagger.
However.
The sharp nirvana specially refined for the ancestor failed to penetrate the ancestor's neck.
Even the skin was not scratched.
Xia Houjie was startled, and after careful inspection, he was shocked to realize that there was actually lunar power surging around Zu Qianjue's neck.
He suddenly felt confused: "Master Du Yangzi, why can he still use the power of the moon?"
It is impossible for people who are deeply poisoned by it to use their power.
Du Yangzi frowned and suddenly realized something.
He was about to remind Xia Houjie, but it was still a step too late.
But when he saw the pale Zu Qianjue, his face suddenly turned cold.
His eyes were like ten thousand years of black ice, filled with biting coldness, and he said slowly: "Because, I am not poisoned!"
Said.
The old palm, like lightning, pinched Xia Houjie's neck with one glance!