The white-clothed swordsman's cultivation is indeed equal to that of Long Junchen, but if he can leave, these archers of the royal imperial guards will not be so lucky. Long Junchen is a cultivator in the demigod realm. The gap in strength between the two sides is like the distance between eagles and ants. It is not an exaggeration to defeat these guys, the four words of destroying and slapping.

Long Junchen held the dragon pattern dagger steadily, and the cold light reflected his sharp pupils like an eagle falcon. He walked silently between the archers, like a ghostly ghost, as if he had entered a nobody's realm, passing his legs and carrying a bunch of blood, and falling a big head around his neck, falling to the ground with a gurgling archers. The archers holding crossbows broke their fingers, the archers who were about to swing their swords to resist fell in the rain, and the bodies of those who wanted to escape were frozen. No matter how powerful the combat power was, it was not worth mentioning in front of the ghost that appeared and disappeared, and no matter how strong the bloodiness was, it would always collapse in despair after the companions fell from time to time.

Long Junchen is like a spike of doomsday. When he met the sky and opened the earth, no one could stop him. The dragon pattern dagger pierced the flesh and bones of these archers and then penetrated them. The raindrops fell on it and turned into pieces of hydrogen and oxygen elements. This dagger was too fast. The fingers holding the crossbow tightly fell down like lotus root nodes. After waiting for the fingers to fall, blood began to spew out from the broken mouth. The blade was as sharp as it was, and the action was as fast as it was!

Only in front of the alley walls were heard the crackling sound of the dagger piercing the raindrops, and the crackling sound of cutting fingers. There were countless fingers holding the crossbow machine scattered with the raindrops. Then the heavy crossbow machine fell to the ground one after another. The crossbow arrows that had not yet been shot fell innocently on the ground, hitting the rainy ground, making a dull sound. After all these symphony music stopped, countless screams were heard in the end!

?Long Junchen walked forward calmly, his blue shirt had been wet by the rain. However, no one would feel that this cruel man who killed people without blinking was embarrassed. The archers of the royal imperial guards looked at the beautiful man walking in the rain, as if they saw a demon nodding to him gently, and then raised his claws and easily pinched himself into pieces. There was no sympathy, no pity, and pure and determined murderous intent.

They were so shocked that they could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. Someone shouted, "The people fled in all directions, but Long Junchen would not give them this opportunity. With a muffled groan, the axe in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness broke out into the air. The Pangu axe, with a stream of light, cut a hole in the bodies of those people. These people died in the cold alley without even screaming.

What kind of rainy night is this? In the alley opposite Zuichun Tower, when the light of the next morning shines, there is no trace of people. The dead royal imperial guards opened their terrified eyes, their white eyes, and they cannot move, covering the mucous membrane formed after death. It seems that they would never have thought that anyone would kill themselves with such means. Didn’t they come to kill people? Why did they die inexplicably?

The entire alley was filled with corpses, with bones flying in flesh and bones flying out, and blood was tragically dragged out. Death, flying, mosquitoes, flies, sparrows, and mice, they were like fighters, attacking these dead bodies for hours. The breath of death and fear filled the alley. The breeze came gently, the blood did not dissipate, and the water waves, whether he was happy or not?

Long Junchen stumbled back to his Long Mansion compound in the capital, covered in blood and in a mess. He went home this time without alarming anyone, mainly because he didn't want his father and the others to worry. Long Junchen was hit by two arrows in his thigh. He really didn't expect that the poison fed on the feather arrow of the royal imperial guard could actually suppress his dragon blood. He used the dragon pattern bloodline. Although the poison did not emit so quickly, he could not eliminate the toxins at all. If it weren't for the white-clothed swordsman holding the two swords of compassion for the heavens and the heavens and the others, the situation yesterday would probably be very dangerous.

Long Junchen covered his thighs. His face was so painful that his face turned pale. Sweat was dripping like soybeans. He trembled with his hands and pressed the base of his thighs, touching the wound. He couldn't help but scream again. Long Junchen forced himself to stop roaring. He tore off the cloth strip to stop bleeding, and poured some secret poison-removing powder that made him burn and painful on the wound, which relieved the pain. However, the chill in Long Junchen's eyes became more and more obvious. He had to find out who was behind this matter, and who was able to invite the military, which was also a big threat to the government affairs of the State of China. He almost fell into their hands, "Who is it? Wen Zhengqing, why not, let's start with you first!"

On the second day, the murder at the entrance of the alley yesterday was successfully suppressed, but this was a widely circulated thing for the senior officials of the court. After all, so many people died, and the royal imperial guards died. This matter is a big and small one, which is a lie!

In an inconspicuous small room in Beijing, there were several people and adults. The leader seemed to be in a bad spirit, with deep bags in his eyes, and seemed to be a little weak in a certain part. He sat in the main seat with his eyes half closed, holding a paper-packed roast chicken in his hand, and the slightly burnt aroma of the roast chicken filled the entire room. The two generals below were also closing their eyes to rest, and no one seemed to be willing to speak.

After a long time, the man sitting in the top position gently pulled the roast chicken, and casually pulled a piece with his hands, chewing it, whispering, "Tell me, what's going on? How long hasn't happened in such a tragic murder case in the capital, and he died, but the royal imperial guards put a lot of pressure on me, I must find out what's going on as soon as possible!"

The autumn rain gently passed through the tall trees outside the room, dripping on the window frame, leaving mottled rain marks on the window, and also lightly imprinted on the old face of the man in the leader. He put down the roast chicken and an old sigh rang out.

The man was covered in messy hair, his hair was already completely white, growing like weeds, but his eyebrows were filled with a crazy wave that was extremely inconsistent with his age. He was the head of the entire Shenzhou Kingdom in charge of the affairs of the Taoist world - Qingtiansi, the chief of the Qingtiansi, Su Luoxing. The old sigh came from the old lips under Su Luoxing's messy hair. He was already seventy years old and should have reached the age of revenge, but the imperial court needed him and the Shenzhou Kingdom needed him. He did not hand over this chair to others, but continued to vent his remaining heat and power in the Qingtiansi in silence.

He let out a sigh of relief, blowing away the hair in front of him, revealing his cold and deep eyes and dry lips. He slapped the table, looked at a person below the stage, and said in a hoarse voice: "Kong Yi, you are the commander of the imperial guards. Should I ask you about this matter, what's going on?"

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