Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

"Step aside."

He spoke in a low tone, with a bit of murderous intent, and looked sharply at the middle-aged man in the distance.

Prime Minister Wu Zhou

Three religions in one Xin Jianqing

"The current gods are too chaotic, even a young person like you dares to be presumptuous."

Xin Jianqing shook his head: "If you attack and kill the prince, you will punish the nine clans."

"is it?"

Su Xuan grinned: "I've heard about the prestige of Xin Jianqing, Prime Minister of Wu Zhou, that the three religions are integrated into one, forming a school of its own, but I don't believe it. There are many rumors in the world, and people in the martial arts like to exaggerate."

"laugh"

The fine steel long sword was unsheathed, and the blood on it was slightly dry, washed away by the rain, and dripped along the edge of the sword.

"Who sent you here?"

Xin Jianqing was not provoked, but just opened his mouth lightly, took out his right hand from behind, stretched his arm flat, and spread his five fingers.

In an instant, the coercion of the Celestial Phenomena Realm exploded, sweeping in all directions, and the long street was completely wiped out by the rain.

Countless raindrops fell from the sky, gathered in Xin Jianqing's hands, and turned into a column of rain that stretched from sky to earth.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Thunder and lightning flashed, thunder bursts, the sky and the earth shook, and the houses on both sides of the long street trembled.

Xin Jianqing held up the sky-reaching rain column with his right hand, and the coercion broke out, sweeping towards Su Xuan.

"buzzing"

The long sword hummed, and the coercion of the celestial phenomenon that swept over it dissipated, and the fine steel sword vibrated, glowing with a cold and beautiful sword light.

Xin Jianqing narrowed his eyes slightly, he felt a threat from this bearded swordsman.

"town."

Pressing down the palm, in an instant, the sky-high rain column roared towards Su Xuan, the ground shook and the mountains shook, the blue bricks of the long street shattered, sand and rocks flew away, and the houses on both sides were torn apart and caught in the rain column.

"break"

Su Xuanyan slashed out with his long sword, and a sharp sword light slashed out. In an instant, the ultimate sharpness erupted.

Rolling sword energy roared, sweeping across the long street, the sword light was like a dragon, the sword energy was like a long river, and the sword weapon clanged.

The sword light fell and collided with the sky-reaching rain column, and the two streams of true energy surged, shaking the entire city of God.

"boom boom"

The rain column and the sword energy dissipated at the same time, Su Xuan lifted the sword and appeared in front of Xin Jianqing, whose face changed slightly.

The two passed each other, and Su Xuan appeared on the other side of the long street in an instant.

"laugh"

Sheathed the long sword, walked towards the distance without looking back, and disappeared in the wind and rain in the blink of an eye.

On the long street that had been turned into ruins, Xin Jianqing stood quietly without chasing him. He raised his right hand, half of his sleeve fell off, and the incision was even.

"Such a fierce swordsmanship."

He muttered to himself, with an incomparably serious face: "Who is it?"

Shaking his head, suppressing this doubt in his heart, he turned and left, as to why he didn't catch up.

Although the two only exchanged one move, they both roughly estimated the strength of both sides.

Unless it was a life-and-death fight, Xin Jianqing would not be able to keep this person, so naturally there was no need to pursue him.

Anyway, the death of the First Prince was not a bad thing for him.

One less competitor means that his disciples are more sure of being able to sit on the supreme position.

A more violent storm has already been brewing and is about to completely sweep through the capital of God.

The rain is still falling, the lights are still on in Wenxin Pavilion, Wu Yueer is reading a book, the tea on the table is cold.

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The old woman went to make another cup. The fire in the copper stove was burning hot, and the heat was billowing, blocking the cold air brought by the wind and rain in early autumn from the outside of the hall.

The long night is long, the heart is worried, and naturally there is no heart to sleep.

"Miss, it's time to sleep."

The old woman persuaded: "It's good if I keep watch."

"Mother-in-law, go and prepare some supper, I'm a little hungry."

Wu Yue'er's plain lips parted lightly.

"Be prepared, I'm hungry too."

A familiar voice sounded beside her ears, she smiled and looked out of the hall, waiting for a man in a coir raincoat to come straight in.

The original appearance of the bearded man disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance, took off the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and threw the long sword to the old woman: "Take it down and destroy it."

"Treasurer Su has fought against someone?"

The old woman pulled out the sword, and noticed that there was an inconspicuous fingerprint on the fine steel long sword.

"Ah."

He nodded, grabbed the teapot and poured it down, until he drank all the tea in the pot.

He wiped his mouth and smiled, "I met Xin Jianqing when I came back."

"Xinzai?"

Wu Yue'er and the old woman changed color together.

"That's right, I made a move with him."

Su Xuan curled his lips: "This person has some strength, no wonder he dares to claim that the three religions are one."

"Who's winning?"

the old woman asked hastily.

Xin Jianqing served as the prime minister of Wu Zhou for more than ten years, and the cultivation of the city mansion was unfathomable, and he was Wu Yue'er's great enemy.

"It's just one trick, and there is no winner or loser."

Su Xuandao: "If it's a fight, I'll kill it without a hundred moves. If it's an injury for life, I'll kill it without ten moves."

This is his self-confidence, so what about the Great Master of the Celestial Phenomena Realm?So what about the integration of the three religions?

Can it beat a sword in my hand?

...... 0

"Get more meat, remember to make it taste better."

The old woman turned around and went down holding the long sword, coir raincoat, and bamboo hat.

"It's not hurt."

Wu Yue'er looked concerned.

"How can all the chickens and dogs hurt me."

He chuckled.

"Hot water was prepared in the room, and I changed my clothes after taking a shower, and my body smelled of blood."

She frowned.

"Zuzu, you are a fickle woman who employs people to face forward and does not need to face back."

Su Xuan ridiculed, and went to the room on his own. After taking a shower and changing clothes, the old woman had already prepared a table full of meals.

He was not polite, he ate big mouthfuls, and when he was full, he went to rest and sleep.

I didn't get up until noon the next day, and the whole courtyard was empty.

"Shopkeeper Su, drink some tea."

The old woman brought tea, but the rain outside showed no sign of stopping, as the dark clouds gathered and thickened.

"Tonight, it's another storm."

Su Xuan leisurely sipped his tea, looking at the gloomy sky outside, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Of the nine princes of Wu Zhou, only the second prince Wu Lie, the third prince Wu Dan and the seventh prince Wu Zhou are left.

Soon, the final winner will be determined.

"Grandma, is there an armored army of ten thousand people outside the city of God?"

He opened his mouth.

"Have."

The old woman said: "The Shenwei Camp has a total of 1 people, and it is located in the Pingtian Camp eighty miles away from the Shendu. Without the imperial decree of His Majesty's Tiger Talisman, no one can mobilize the Shenwei Camp."

"There are exceptions to everything."

Su Xuan shook his head: "Right now, the power in the capital of God is no longer enough to tell the winner.

The five thousand forbidden troops are in the hands of your young lady. Although the Minister of the Ministry of War is dead, the Minister of the Ministry of War is a student of the An family.

If Wu Lie had been more ruthless, he might not have been able to transfer the ten thousand iron armors to the capital of God through the order of the Ministry of War.

Wudan controls Tongwenguan and Habayashi Guard, and Xin Jianqing, the prime minister, has the right to mobilize the three divisions in front of the palace. "

"Wu Lie wants to make a comeback, he must rely on this mighty battalion."

"I'm already being watched."

The old woman replied.

At this time, Wu Yue'er just came out of the room, slept for half the morning, and her complexion recovered well.

The long tulle dress wraps the plump body, with a little makeup, it is difficult to conceal the charming demeanor on the pretty face.

"Shopkeeper Su, Miss, lunch is ready."

The old woman spoke.

After lunch, he accompanied Wu Yue'er to Daxing Palace. The old emperor looked good. In the main hall, there was even a song and dance played, the qin and the harp playing harmoniously, and the singing and dancing gracefully.

It seemed that it was not his eldest prince who died last night, but an unrelated stranger.

At the entrance of Daxing Palace, Su Xuan leaned on the railing and looked down at the capital of the gods. Liang Jiao, the commander of the imperial army, was also beside him with a long knife.

"Where was Mr. Ye last night?"

Liang Jiao said casually.

"Where am I?"

Su Xuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "As the princess's personal guard, I am naturally in the Wenxin Pavilion."

"I don't know if Mr. Ye knows that another shocking case broke out in the city of Shendu last night."

Liang Jiao rubbed his aching brows: "The Great Prince's Mansion, in one night, no one was left behind.

Even the First Prince had his throat sealed with a sword. "

"What does this have to do with Commander Liang?"

Su Xuan asked back.

The meaning is self-evident, this is an internal strife among the royal family, you are mere commander of the imperial army, do your own errands well, and guard the imperial city and the forbidden palace.

As for the rest, don't mind your own business.

Chapter 92: Goodbye Zhu Yuyan