Summon the defense tower at the beginning

Chapter 132 Zhao Lu
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In the pale sky shrouded in mist, a dazzling golden light flashed silently!

Under the flash of light, in a blink of an eye, there are countless blue dragons, entrenched and soaring!
Like a group of snakes closing the sky!

With a vigorous body and sharp claws, it is like the unbearable coercion of the sun, the moon and the stars!

These thousands of blue dragons were hidden in the curtain of the day, weaving into a huge net that covered the sky and the sun!

Following the glimpse brought by the light and shadow at this moment, the small figure who was still blank-eyed curled his right index finger as if feeling something.

It was just a small subconscious movement, but the mental tremor brought about by it caused Chen Jue, who was fainted in reality, to suddenly wake up. The power from the source of genes surged out in an instant, and in an instant it turned into a wisp of black air that climbed from his right arm. rise!

Zijin Guanghua, who was still barely in balance, instantly broke the balance because of this trace of black air!

Whether it was Cai Yong behind Chen Jue, or Cai Wenji in front of him, they all let out a muffled grunt, apparently seriously injured.

Cai Yong was behind Chen Jue. He didn't pay much attention for a moment. He was caught off guard and was even more seriously injured. He barely regained his strength and fainted immediately.

On the contrary, Cai Wenji saw something strange about Chen Jue in advance and took some precautions.

But even so, Cai Wenji felt her headache was about to split, she forced herself to ask with a frown.

"Chen! You are so vicious!"

"Vicious?"

Chen Jue was dazed and didn't realize what was going on. Subconsciously, she wanted to argue with Cai Wenji, but she didn't expect Cai Wenji to fall into his arms as soon as she staggered over.

She was originally a beauty made of nephrite, but Chen Jue didn't have any other thoughts at the moment, because the moment Cai Wenji approached, an invisible aura had already spread.

That is not the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism, but a different kind of breath.

This breath is so faint but so clear, like the morning wind, as cold as frost and snow but disappears at the touch of it.

Ordinary awakened people might subconsciously ignore this aura, but for Chen Jue, he is very familiar with this aura.

"Heaven's luck?"

Feeling a slight numbness in the fingertips, Chen Jue subconsciously glanced at Cai Wenji.

The girl looked a little less fierce now, but that little face was still frosty and snowy, which made people feel extraordinarily alienated.

"Why is her luck so strong?"

Right now, Cai Wenji's luck is almost visible to the naked eye.

Those lingering and rising vigor, like fine golden quicksand, seem to be long and weak, but in fact the power contained in it is enough to break stones and divide gold, breaking everything in the world.

Chen Jue was lucky enough to see a person dyed with this golden aura back then. Thousands of troops fought against him while walking, and none of the three thousand imperial guards in Weiyang Palace could stop him.

A ray of golden light broke through the iron armor like a tide, and also opened the pre-Qin Wannian prosperous age.

Recalling this, Chen Jue turned around and glanced at Cai Wenji, feeling secretly surprised.

Logically speaking, the Qi of the Kyushu True Dragon is a gift of luck from the heavens. Except for the current emperor, even if other people get this wisp of luck, they can only be called lucky. There may be such a big momentum.

Could this girl be called emperor?

A thought flashed through his mind, and Chen Jue secretly thought it was funny.

After all, among the Three Kingdoms, although Cai Wenji could be regarded as a character, she had never heard of someone who could stand in a temple with a crown on her head.

Just when Chen Jue was secretly suspicious, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to test the golden powder rising from Cai Wenji's body.Originally I just wanted to test whether this energy was really as powerful as the legend says.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stretched out her hand, she felt a slight stabbing pain in her hand, and Chen Jue was so frightened that she wanted to withdraw her hand in a hurry.

Just when he felt fear in his heart, that ray of golden powder brilliance seemed to follow the strength of his hand, and unexpectedly rushed up.

The brilliance flowed and passed by in a flash.

In an instant, Chen Jue didn't react at all, only felt that the golden powder brilliance rushed up his arm, and suddenly rushed into his heart.

Just as he was clutching his heart and trying to do something, he suddenly heard a "bang" sound of eardrum trembling in his ear!
That was an abnormal beating of the heart.

As the heartbeat quickened, the blood in his body also began to speed up crazily.

Almost instantly, his eyes became bloodshot!
The huge energy shock caused by the surge in blood pressure caused the muscles in his body to swell almost instantly, and the joints all over his body were making clicking sounds.

The way of heaven and luck is the gift of heaven and earth, what is bestowed by heaven, what you ask for and what you take away, no one can be the master.

Chen Jue could only feel the heartbeat in his ears like a drum, the "boom, boom, boom" was endless, and with the beating of the heart came an unquenchable surge of power!

Gradually, the corners of Chen Jue's mouth began to see blood, and a fog of blood gathered in front of his eyes.

Only the bursting golden powder brilliance was still moving crazily through his body.

……

Just when Chen Jue and Cai Yong's father and daughter were in a coma, there was a faint sound of a copper ring in an unoccupied hall in the Luoyang Palace at that time.

Following the sound, I saw a white boot with soap soles stepping over the threshold, a person who came holding a nine-ringed tin rod, with delicate and handsome eyes, but he was a monk.

Because of Dong Zhuo, there were mostly shengs and flutes and drums in the palace. Even in this remote side hall, the loud music could still be heard faintly.

"Everything is done."

As soon as the monk walked in the door, he said something head-on.

In the dark side hall, at a glance, there are banners hanging on the beams and pillars in the side hall, and most of them are mourning texts. The person offering the sacrifice is naturally the Lingdi Liu Hong who passed away suddenly. .

Originally, as a rule, after the death of Ling Emperor Liu Hong, the current Young Emperor Liu Bian should come and stay for a few days, which was considered a courtesy of loyalty and filial piety.

However, there was a turmoil in Luoyang City. Not long after Lingdi's death, Zhang Rang became the target of public criticism. He had no choice but to escape with the two princes. Naturally, he missed the time.

Now that Dong Zhuo is in charge of the palace, no one will come to care about a former emperor who has already died.

I just didn't expect that there seemed to be an unexpected visitor today.

In the gray side hall, with the help of the ever-burning lamp on the desk, a not-too-tall figure could be vaguely seen.

That person was standing in front of the desk, the candle was burning green and fragrant, and under the dancing firelight, she could be vaguely seen as a girl with long hair.

On the blue satin skirt, the gleaming steel armor cinched the waist, making the skirt extraordinarily fluffy, with a medieval Saint Laurent style.

The long golden hair is almost the same color as the wheat ears in autumn. It is golden and feels particularly comfortable.

A blue silk ribbon simply tied up the long hair. It was obviously a smooth long hair, but there was a curl of hair on the top of the head, which added a bit of playfulness and aura to the originally solemn atmosphere.

Although she didn't see her face, with her current attire, she could tell her identity even without looking at her face.

The heroic spirit of the sword who pulled out the sword in the stone came from the legendary King Arthur of ancient Britain—Artoria Pendragon.

As if hearing the sound of the nine-ringed tin rod in the hands of the monk outside the door, the woman in front of the desk slightly raised her head but did not turn around to take a look.

"He recovered?"

"Not yet."

Monk Buye raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at the woman in the side hall with a smile, as if he was very familiar with her.

The woman didn't pretend to be mysterious. After asking a simple question, she turned around.

The candlelight on the desk danced, reflecting the woman's gloomy face, but she could still see her sweet and beautiful appearance, even the dark side hall was much brighter because of her.

"How is he now?"

"It's not good or bad."

Listening to the woman's question, although Monk Buye didn't show off anything, he didn't say anything practical.From the emotions in his eyes, it is obvious that he admires this woman who has inherited the power of a heroic spirit, and even likes it more directly and purely.

However, that woman seemed to be completely unable to see the expression on Monk Buye's face, she still looked at him expressionlessly, paused for a moment to think, and then said quietly.

"Since that's the case, it's almost time. Go to Hulao Pass and kill Lu Bu."

"Now?"

Monk Buye asked in surprise, but the point of his words seemed a bit wrong.

"I just arrived, Miss Zhao wants me to go?"

"Don't want to go? Then what are you doing here? Stay for tea?"

The woman looked at him coldly, with a look of displeasure, but she made it clear, Monk Buye still pretended not to understand, took a step forward, and said with a smile.

"Miss Zhao Lu, the little monk has already traveled to more than a dozen hidden world secrets for you. Now, you still don't want to give me a smiling face. Doesn't this make the little monk feel cold?"

"Chilling? There will be times when you will be chilling in the future."

Zhao Lu spoke so directly that Monk Ye lost his temper, and naturally couldn't hold back his harmonious smile, so he just looked at her coldly and said coldly.

"Zhao Lu, let me tell you, you'd better not toast or eat fine wine!"

"..."

As soon as he said these words, Zhao Lu on the other side had no expression on his face and had nothing to say. He just condensed a strange lightsaber from his hand with his backhand, and slashed it out from the air with almost no hesitation!
The violent sword energy exploded more than ten feet in an instant, and directly split the roof of the side hall. When it landed like a thunderbolt, it directly split the ground into a gully several feet long!
Looking at it again, Monk Buye, who was still standing at the door before, had already disappeared.

It was said that she suddenly showed her true colors, but she didn't expect that after Zhao Lu made a move, Monk Bu Ye didn't answer the connection, and ran away directly.

Zhao Lu's reaction to Monk Buye seemed to have been expected, and she put away the holy sword Excalibur with her own backhand.

This holy sword is known as the sword in the stone in the legend. It originally had a scabbard and no blade, but in Zhao Lu's hands, not only the scabbard, but even the blade is gone.

It just seems that Zhao Lu has already mastered the sword's posture of the sword in the stone even though it doesn't have the shape of the sword.

The guards of the nearby palace were approaching upon hearing the sound, but Zhao Lu didn't feel flustered at all, and she was still casually standing in the half-collapsed side hall.

Because of her deliberate protection, the candles on the altar table behind her were not even extinguished.

It is precisely because of the radiance of these candles that at this moment, behind Zhao Lu, there is clearly a trace of extremely fine golden powder light, which rises from the already yellowed Lingdi hexagram on the altar table, lingers and rises, and finally lands on the on her.

It seems that this Zhao Lu has already had her own comprehension of the heavenly luck in the hidden world.The reason why he appeared in this side hall from a thousand miles away is because of the trace of heavenly luck left on Lingdi's body!
The situation is changing, the story of the dragon and the snake.

Wisps of gold powder light and shadow rose and changed, reflecting Zhao Lu's side face with a little baby fat, which looked playful and cute, but her eyes were as silent as stars in the dark night, making people feel alienated and cold.

The Luoyang Imperial Palace is not that big. Back then, Xiang Yu burned down the Afang Palace in a rage, and the great ancestor Liu Bang was born in the fields. Regardless of how the Han royal family is, at least the palace style is quite simple.

The side hall where the Ling Emperor Liu Hong was worshipped was not far from the front hall where the affairs were discussed. Zhao Lu slashed with a sword, directly smashing half of the side hall, and the sound naturally spread to both inside and outside the palace.

But just when the palace guards quickly gathered around, Dong Zhuo, who was supposed to be in charge of the palace, showed no reaction.

The loud "bang" shocked the musician Wu Ji in the hall, but Dong Zhuo continued to drink with a blank expression.

When a servant came forward tentatively and was about to ask him what he meant, Dong Zhuo suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the guard to death on the spot!

There was a sudden silence above the main hall. The musicians in black and short hats were holding the instruments in their hands, and their hands were shaking, let alone other people.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall became more and more heavy, Dong Zhuo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said in a dull voice.

"Keep playing."

"Come on! Keep playing!"

Hearing Dong Zhuo opened his mouth, the little eunuch beside him shouted at the top of his voice, and everyone in the hall also reacted.

Suddenly the drums, strings and shengxiao were played, and it suddenly became lively again.

It's just that apart from the bustle, Dong Zhuo, who was sitting on the top of the hall, didn't feel at ease as before.

Everyone in the hall just heard that sound, but it was a different feeling to a master at Dong Zhuo's level.

Before that loud bang, there was an extremely strong sword energy!

Domineering and fierce, formidable in the world!
Dong Zhuo could clearly feel that the power contained in it was like ripples in the water, spreading continuously and finally touching him.

It was a silent warning.

In this Luoyang Imperial Palace, is there someone so bold?so strong?

Dong Zhuo was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to get angry easily, after all, his biggest reliance was not by his side now.

"Damn it! If Fengxian is here, how can you be so rampant!"

When he thought of this, the veins on Dong Zhuo's forehead popped out.

(End of this chapter)