Ling Yan remembered that the first person under the Sword Tomb Master was also the fourth most powerful master in the world, and every time he shot at himself, he was so casual to shoot his sword, and then he was seriously injured if he didn't die, he was found to be almost killed when he was in Cangzhou Night Cat Operation, and then he was hovering between life and death after the monthly meeting, and now this is here again.
Ling Yan was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, his strength was not bad at all, at least he was a master who had singled out three or four hundred cavalry of the Jiutu tribe, but since he practiced martial arts, he was basically seriously injured every time, and it was usually an old injury that had not healed and a new injury was added.
Jian Yi also knows these things, but where does he care about these, this Taizheng is still hot Ling Si's fate is really bad.
Jian didn't feel that Ling Yan's strength was very weak, otherwise it wouldn't be worth his own sword, but for himself, Ling Yan's strength was poor, and the opponents he met were all masters who had already become famous in the world.
This master is not the kind of master who can only play some three-legged cat kung fu as it is casually called, but the kind of master who is really good enough to reach the peak of martial arts.
Counting them carefully, the opponents that Ling Yan met, Sword Tomb Jian Yi was the top grandmaster in the world, Jian San was also enough to be a grandmaster with Dao skills, and Cao Qing, who had just tried a game before, was not too much worse than a grandmaster, so he was not unjustly defeated.
Everyone didn't react to how Mr.
Jian Yi of the Sword Tomb suddenly made a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was castrated and rushed, Ling Yan's body was pure Zhao Muchun's heart was horrified, and he immediately wanted to pull Ling Yan back, but their speed was already a step slower, and the tip of the sword had already pierced into Ling Yan's chest.
Jian Yi's grasp of the sword momentum was really perfect, when that sword pierced into Ling Yan's heart, Ling Yan could clearly feel that the sword qi was completely condensed in a sword and not exposed, the only thing Ling Yan could do was to immediately retreat, retreat and retreat, hoping to cut down that sword momentum.
Smashed off the horse's back and kept sliding backwards, but Ling Yan still felt that the weight of this ordinary sword was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't stop him from piercing his heart.
"If you don't make a move, I'm going to die."
Ling Yan cursed viciously, and then everyone saw a black shadow rushing in front of Ling Yan's eyes very quickly, reaching out and grabbing the sword thrown out of the sword in his hand, and then the sword could no longer move forward an inch, and Ling Yan's hanging heart finally fell.
Zhao Muchun dismounted and hurriedly walked to Ling Yan's side to help him up, his face was worried, Ling Yan smiled bitterly: "I can't die yet, but it's the same as at the beginning, I have to recuperate for a while, cough cough."
Zhao Muchun didn't believe Ling Yan's words, and looked at the man in black who saved Ling Yan, and the man in black said coldly that it was indeed no big deal, and Zhao Muchun's heart really settled down.
The man in black is tall and thin, with sunken eye sockets, a black scimitar carved on the left and right sides of his face, and his eyes are not lifeless, and ordinary people will involuntarily tremble around him, because the air around him is very cold.
Jian Yi stared at the man in black and said softly, "It turns out that it was you, the white ghost of the Ghost Face Camp, who exuded the aura outside the city just now.
If I don't make a move, are you going to hibernate somewhere and kill someone here?
” Hearing Jian Yi's words, many people present felt a chill in the back of their heads, the white ghost, the most terrifying ghost king in the ghost face camp, who had assassinated several emperors in the era of the princes' chaotic wars, was the most terrifying killer of the Prison Heaven Division, killing people invisibly, like a ghost, he couldn't prevent it at all, the white ghost had been on the side just now, if he was really ready to do it, if he was going to kill himself, he would have no hope of surviving.
Zamu Qizhen didn't look timid at all, clapped his hands and smiled: "Even the white ghost of Taizheng has appeared, my Da Zhou is really full of brilliance."
Zamu Qizhen, who had just laughed, immediately became ruthless again, "But today the widow made it clear, if Nanyi doesn't appear, you will have to die here if you have great means." ” Captain Cao Qing stood beside Zamu Qizhen, and he was also a little afraid of the white ghost's methods, but he was not too afraid, so that once the assassin in the secret was discovered, the threat level would be directly reduced by half.
As the most powerful killer in the Ghost Mask Battalion, the white ghost is indeed more like a ghost, and he didn't listen to Zamuqi's real threat, he just looked at Jian Yi, this Sword Tomb disciple is indeed very capable.
As soon as the sword saw the white ghost looking at him, he said, "Don't look at me like that.
To be honest, if you, the Grandmaster, are to fight head-on, in fact, even many masters who are separated from the Grandmaster Realm can fight with you, and I forced you out just to see who Ling Yan invited, but unfortunately it is not the Nan I imagined, and it is not interesting to fight with you.
I'm not going to do it again. ” The white ghost knew that the sword tomb must be very calculating when he spoke, but he was still a little unhappy when he was looked down upon, and said in a hoarse voice like a knife cutting his throat: "Actually, you should think that the one who killed the camp values Ling Yan's life more, even if you really plan to kill this child today, you can't do it."
Jian Yi was interested, and said, "The one who killed the camp is also here?"
He can fight me, but I don't know how much better he was injured in a fight with others.
If it's not over, he can only use his life to save people, but killing him is actually not as useful as killing you, after all, they are not considered your Taizheng dogs anymore. ” Zamuqi really stopped the two of them from talking here like dumb riddles, this is under the Great Zhou Imperial City, "White ghost, the widow will let you go today." ” "Emperor Qi Zhen is so courageous."
Jian raised his hand and praised, and Zamu Qizhen replied: "It's not about courage, for these children, I am actually willing to let them grow up, after all, the world seems to be a little green and yellow now, this Ling Yan is not bad."
Since Zamuqi really spoke, naturally no one dared to stop the footsteps of the Taisho delegation leaving, and Ling Yan and his party walked towards Taizheng under the heavy escort of five hundred ironclad heavy horses, and the white ghost did not hide his figure this time, he grabbed a good horse to ride, and this farce was over after all.
On the bright side, the leaders of many tribes feel that the newly established Da Zhou has suffered a loss and lost face, but those people in the big tribes don't think so, this Da Zhou from the Son of Heaven to the courtiers are all treacherous and cunning, in addition to feeling that they have lost a little face in this confrontation, secretly Da Zhou took advantage of it, and Dazheng Guo seems to have to let it.
Since the Taisho is gone, the leaders of the other tribes, Zamu Qizhen, will not leave them, and they will tremble under the Great Zhou army sooner or later anyway.