Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

A swipe of the blade broke and shot out, disappearing without a trace.

Tongming looked at the dagger next to him, his eyes flickering.

The old man looked at the broken sword in his hand with a serious expression.

Just a sword!

Let the two of them lose their weapons!

Such means are unimaginable to them.

They thought that the two of them would have a chance to defeat Ye Gucheng when they teamed up, but in the end, they were defeated with just one sword strike.

The two looked at each other.

"You can't kill us!"

The old man in black said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"We are from the East Palace!" The old man in black looked at Ye Gucheng with cold eyes.

"So what?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"Killing me is like making the entire East Palace an enemy, and making the entire Dali an enemy!"

The old man in black threw away the broken sword in his hand and said, "I know you are from the South China Sea!"

"If you are willing to join Dali, the old man will introduce you to the prince."

If you can't beat them, then win them over.

As long as Ye Gucheng is willing to take refuge in Donggong, then everything will no longer be a problem.

But his solicitation made Ye Gucheng feel a little funny.

"The nonsense is over!"

Ye Gucheng said coldly.

The aged face of the old man in black trembled slightly, obviously his coercion was of no use.

If the win over fails, it means that he has no way out.

next moment.

Suddenly there was a half-foot-long dagger in his hand, and the dagger stabbed with a palpitating cold light.

Although it was not as fierce as when using the long sword before, Binghan's killing intent was even better.

Ye Gucheng's eyes lit up a little with the exquisite technique and the extremely fast flying stabs.

Seeing a novel sword technique, he felt an indescribable excitement and joy like a child seeing a novel toy

He didn't make a move until the dagger of the old man in black pierced his body.

The swordsmanship used by the old man in black is extremely exquisite. Although it is just a flying stab, his wrist is constantly changing, and he can change the way and angle of the move at any time.

If Ye Gucheng just used his sword to block at this time, not only would he not be able to block the flying stabs, but he would also fall into the trap of the old man in black.

At the same time, the sword intent of the old man in black has also changed. The original sharp sword intent has now become extremely restrained, concealed but not exposed, surprisingly winning.

It is somewhat similar to Mo Yan's artistic conception.

But Ye Gucheng finally made a move.

Because he has already seen the weakness of the old man in black. Although there is only a little flaw, it is enough for Ye Gucheng.

The light of his sword flashed, and with just one strike, the old man in black was pierced through the throat.

The tip of the sword was still covered with blood, and the icy cold wind blew, and crystal drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

The old man in black froze. He was still holding the dagger in his hand, maintaining a stabbing posture, and a look of horror slowly crept up in a pair of cold eyes.

He looked at Ye Gucheng who was close in front of him. He was dressed in white, and the collar on the chest was embroidered with golden textures.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jianfeng, with a sense of loneliness and desolation in his eyes.

"This kind of swordsmanship is incomparably exquisite, but it seems that you can't bring out all its exquisiteness."

He suddenly sighed.

clang~~

The short sword fell.

The body of the old man in black was limp on the ground, scarlet blood seeped from his throat and stained the frozen ground red, the cold moonlight fell, entangled with that touch of scarlet, reflecting the full of brilliance, coquettish and desolate .

A gust of cold wind blew, carrying the icy cold of winter, but it couldn't freeze or blow away the bloody smell that permeated the air.

Suddenly Ye Gucheng disappeared.

Under the dark night, there seemed to be a figure flickering, flying up on the icy ground with just a touch.

There are two figures, but the two figures seem to be stuck together, the one behind is like the shadow of the one in front.

The figure flickered, disappeared suddenly, and there was a sound of wind in clothes.

Hundreds of feet away.

Tongming stopped suddenly.

A pale blade lay across his throat.

He stood on the icy ground, and the icy breath penetrated into his heart along his legs.

He was panting slightly, for just this moment, he seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, which exhausted his mind.

His face is soft and smooth, but looking at his face, no one would even think that he is over 60 years old.

Beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, and suddenly, he seemed to have aged more than ten years.

The dim eyes were full of despair and resignation.

"why?"

"Hmm~" Ye Gucheng looked at him.

"Why did you kill us?" Tong Ming asked.

Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew his long sword and said, "Your Highness is my Lord!"

Bright eyes stared, unwillingness and despair turned into shock and disbelief.

"impossible!"

He naturally knew that the Highness Ye Gucheng said was Qin Wei, and it was because of Qin Wei that he felt it was impossible.

"You can take refuge in the East Palace, why can't I take refuge in Your Highness!" Ye Gucheng said lightly.

Tong Ming's face became distorted, and he said sharply: "The reason why I took refuge in the Eastern Palace~"

His voice stopped suddenly, and his distorted face miraculously returned to calm.

"Wanfu Temple!"

He murmured softly.

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly, he was not interested in Tongming.

Tongming is not a sword user either, it is far less interesting than the flying stab of the old man in black.

He stretched out his hands to pinch Tongming's neck, and immediately Tongming felt groggy.

Although he didn't lose consciousness, he seemed to have collapsed and lost all his strength.

"You want to take me to meet the Xin'an County King!"

"That's right!"

"

I do not want to go! "

"I'm right!" Ye Gucheng carried him, as if he was carrying a sack, and came to the black-clothed old man's body.

Then, he carried the two of them and flew towards the majestic city wall in the distance.

On the city wall, Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood together.

"Uncle Yan, why don't you help Senior Ye?"

"What if Senior Ye is not the opponent of those two?"

"Yan Bo!"

Situ Qianfeng looked at Yan Bo dissatisfied.

Yan Bo's eyes flickered, looking at the flying figure.

"Do you think Ye Gucheng is not their opponent?"

Situ Qianfeng said: "No, I'm just~~"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Ye Gucheng who had already flown up the city wall.

"Senior Ye!"

Ye Gucheng glanced at him, didn't speak, and jumped directly into the city.

In the dark night, the silver moon is like a hook.

The white clothes were scrolling, and there was a hunting sound.

That long sword, dark, long and narrow, ancient, hung on his waist.

Situ Qianfeng looked at the figure leaping past, with a bright light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Yan Bo couldn't help sighing.

He could understand why Situ Qianfeng looked like this, just like when he saw Situ Changkong back then.

In Qingsi Garden.

The assassin left, and everything returned to its previous tranquility.

It's just that Yuwen Chengdu moved a stool and sat in front of Qin Wei's bedroom door, while Mo Yan stood in the corner, looking at Yuwen Chengdu from time to time, thoughtfully.

Yu Wencheng is an innate warrior, which surprised him very much.

One must know that these days, he and Yu Wencheng were together almost all the time, except when Qin Wei deliberately dismissed him, he and Yu Wencheng followed Qin Wei almost every step of the way.

At Heiya Ridge, Yuwen Chengdu made a move, and he can be sure that Yuwen Chengdu was a ninth-rank warrior at that time. qδ

But in just a few days, Yuwen Chengdu broke through to the innate realm!

This made him both surprised and puzzled.

Sudden.

Mo Yan's expression changed.

The whole person flew out from the corner and landed next to Yuwen Chengdu.

Yu Wencheng also stood up abruptly, raising his head solemnly.

The silver moon was like a hook, and the figure in white clothes like snow seemed to be shrouded in a layer of radiance.

"Ye Gucheng!"

Yu Wencheng frowned.

"This time I want 10 taels of silver!"

"I'll pick it up tomorrow!"

Ye Gucheng stood on the roof and said calmly.

Then, he threw the two of them down.

Yu Wencheng looked at the two people who fell on the ground, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yan clenched his dagger tightly, staring at Ye Gucheng firmly.

At this moment, Qin Wei's voice came from the room.

"The King agrees!"