A drunken man today, with the power of thunder, cutting through the sky!
The flying corpse blocked Zhao Yuanchen's vision.
However, the blade cut out of the body the next moment made his soul dissipate.
The slender and heavy sword actually cut the dead Tao Qinghu in half!
The corpse's terrified eyes were still frozen on its face.
In the blood mist in the sky, the cold blade continued to exert force, slashing straight towards its own sky spirit cap.
"My life is over!"
In desperation, Zhao Yuanchen bit his tongue hard, and under the severe pain and stimulation, his spiritual power suddenly burst out.
It is completely different from the fierce mental method of the White Ape Fist Sutra, and it flows all over the body at this moment.
A terrifying force began to arise under my feet.
The scorching breath stinged his spiritual veins, but it also made his body qi and blood stimulating.
The muscles of the limbs under the brocade bulge at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This young master of the rich family who was pampered in the past had his eyes red at this moment!
The secret secret of the Zhao family, the lower level of Xuanxing, is the "Remembered Version: Blood-burning Heart Sutra"!
The spiritual power is reversely activated and directly injects the cyclone, and the tiny blood vessels on the body explode instantly.
In the invisible body, two blood-colored cyclones suddenly condensed.
This exercise burns qi, blood, and soul, and raises Zhao Yuanchen's cultivation from the third level of cyclone to the fifth level of cyclone!
The hideous and terrifying face looked at Qin Yin, and Zhao Yuanchen roared angrily, and his hands stuck the folding fan forged from the extreme north frost dragon stone in front of him, and pushed it hard.
This is a treasure soldier material with a hardness far exceeding that of fine iron!
As long as he withstands this knife, he will tear the assassin into two pieces!
That knife is approaching...
All the cruelty in Zhao Yuanchen's heart floated in his pupils.
A mere cyclone third-level assassin, dares to kill him Zhao Yuanchen!
However, when the blade meets the folding fan...
The second young master of Zhao's family's eyes instantly froze.
He saw the moonlight, cutting straight through the folding fan.
The Frost Dragon Stone did struggle for a moment.
But the blade mixed with the middle spiritual zhu was under the weight of 62 kilograms and the slash of a thousand kilograms of huge force...
But he cut the folding fan into a fog of ice.
In Zhao Yuanchen's confused eyes, Zui Jinchao cut into his chest.
The sound of bone shattering sounded crisply in my ears.
Mars are splashing...
boom!!
The waves of air rose, and after Zhao Yuanchen's toes were pushed to the ground and was pushed ten feet apart, he finally sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist and flew backwards.
Most of the blood color that had just risen in his eyes was cut off with one blow, and the fighting spirit that had just risen was instantly beaten into dust.
"Huh..."
Qin Yin raised his head in disguise, and looked at the soft ice-blue armor that was cut from his chopped brocade robe, and his throat was discharged in one breath.
The blue veins on both arms rose, and the originally fierce spiritual power instantly turned into agile and infused the legs.
Qin Yin lifted his long sword backwards, and with his feet chasing the stars, he ran straight towards Zhao Yuanchen who was flying horizontally in the air.
The blade swung like the moonlight, and then slashed again!!
At this moment, Zhu Mingcheng, a large worshipper who was walking through the Wei Mansion Road, suddenly raised his head.
The sound of fighting was coming from thirty feet away.
That direction is the princess’ pavilion!
In an instant, this great worshiper with the three levels of rivers rose up and roared: "I wish Mingcheng here to protect the safety of the princess!!"
As the magpies rose and sparrows fell, Zhu Mingcheng stepped on the eaves and pavilions like walking on the flat ground, running towards the place where the screams just now came from.
That long roar also reached Qin Yin and Zhao Yuanchen's ears.
There was no fluctuation in Qin Yin's eyes.
A joy flashed in Zhao Yuanchen's eyes, because finally a master of the Wei family appeared, because behind him, the sound of soldiers running finally rang out!
A soldier from Wei's mansion rushed in with a knife. He looked up and saw the moment Qin Yin slashing.
All this armored soldier did was to pull out the Tianwu crossbow from his waist.
The cold triangular arrows shine with the color of steel under the moonlight.
Raise your hand and pull the trigger.
The next moment is to pierce the chest of the iron-faced man with a knife!
The armored soldiers' eyes were filled with excitement.
Buzz!
The crossbow arrow shot out.
But he didn't see Qin Yin stepping out of the phantom's legs at that moment.
The spiritual power of the third level of the cyclone hit the spiritual vein unscrupulously. The tough stone body pressed the spiritual power tightly, and finally perfectly gathered the explosive energy of multiple spiritual veins in one place.
The fourth style of star-chasing: Stepping on the sky!
A white afterimage that fits the mystery of the stars swept under the tree, carrying a gorgeous arc, completing the instant overturn of Zhao Yuanchen.
Qin Yin appeared in front of the armored soldiers, and in the other party's horrified eyes, the heavy knife that had crossed three feet to brush his body diagonally.
I felt cold in my waist and didn't even feel the pain.
The armored soldier felt like he was flying lightly, and the bloody half of his body in his sight was still stopped.
His iron armor weighing 62 pounds was like paper.
【I am... dead?】
The armored soldiers fell to the ground, but Qin Yin had no intention of putting away the knife.
When he cut off the armored soldiers, he took advantage of the half-circle rushing force and turned around and slashed heavily!
Like a chain of iron in the river!
Click!
Zhao Yuanchen, who was flying backwards, suddenly froze.
Amid the crisp sound of bones exploding, Mars exploded again from the mysterious ice-blue soft armor.
As he howled in a terrifying and painful way, Zhao Yuanchen burst out of blood plasma on his body and flew forward with a bang.
Click.
The gate of Jinhua Pavilion where Princess Jiujiang lived was instantly smashed.
Qin Yin looked at Zhao Yuanchen's direction in the broken door, picked up the sword of the armored soldier just now and kicked it hard.
The blood-stained Pu Knife swirled into the broken wood.
Qin Yin looked up, looked at the black shadow that had just emerged from the eaves in the distance, and inserted his backhand, and returned the long sword to the sheath.
He held his breath and concentrated, and the whole person stepped across the shadow in one step. The violent force that had just appeared disappeared without a trace with his figure.
It was as if he had never appeared here.
Zhu Mingcheng, who was flying in the air, heard the sound of the tower collapse, and his face was filled with anger.
Princess Jiujiang on the wooden carving bed was covered with smoke and dust, and suddenly woke up. The scene in her mind was just the scene where Qin Yin pressed her into the darkness.
In the smashed door frame, a figure covered in plasma swayed and stood up, holding half of the blade in his hand, and bleeding in his palms was still unaware of it.
Zhao Yuanchen had disheveled hair and a ferocious face.
Hearing the girl screaming, he looked back subconsciously.
It is conceivable that Yan Yao's reaction when she saw that terrifying bloody face.
A pretty face...
"Ah!!! Don't kill me!"
A scream came into the clouds.
The little princess screamed at the top of her lungs.
"I..." Zhao Yuanchen spoke blankly, just about to explain.
"I dare to assassinate the princess, the thief is looking for death! I killed you today!"
Zhu Mingcheng, who finally jumped to the eaves of the pavilion, was angry, stretched his five fingers wide open and raised them high, and his fingertips suddenly bent.
——Crayon Dragon Splits the Sky Claw!
The entire three spiritual rivers collapsed around at this moment, and a half-human-high spiritual dragon claw broke out of the fog and swept towards Zhao Yuanchen with a bang.
The intention of killing is almost condensed into substance.
I...is not an assassin.
Zhao Yuanchen's palm holding the blade trembled violently, and at this moment he could only feel endless desire to die.
The assassin is that iron-faced man!
The assassin is not him.
He came to save the princess.
...
Angry, Zhao Yuanchen wanted to say it out loudly word by word.
However, the elite soldiers of the Wei Mansion who were rushing towards him did not give him any explanation at all.
Everyone has only one purpose, that is...
Kill the assassin!
In a desperate situation, Zhao Yuanchen is really in a desperate situation.
Why did the Nanjun talent become the assassin who assassinated Princess Jiujiang?
【I can't die!】
Chapter completed!