Chapter 107 If the world wants me to be unkind, then I will be a tyrant for the rest of my life!

My hand broke too quickly, and I had no time to react...

Although Zhao Kuo is a martial arts master, he is old after all, his energy and blood are declining, and his reaction speed cannot keep up.

The black shadow was like a black thunder, instantly tearing Zhao Kuo's hand off...

Blood splattered in the air and Zhao Kuo turned pale with pain.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

The old eunuch moved instantly, swung his whisk as if he wanted to make the air explode.

The great master warrior who had been protecting Zhao Kuo also burst out with energy and blood to stop the old eunuch.

In the garden, a fight broke out.

Qi and blood flowed through the air, and the whisk collided with the sword.

The old eunuch is worthy of being the best master in the imperial city, and he even defeated two masters.

Zhao Kuo's face was pale, he held his empty arm, his eyes were bloodshot.

He turned his head and saw Yu Wenxiu laughing crazily...

A long black snake-like creature was clinging to his waist.

The creature looked like a black snake, with a circle of coral-like gill scales on its neck and four claws on its abdomen. It wrapped around Yuwen Xiu, with its claws resting on Yuwen Xiu's waist and shoulders.

That's... a dragon?! Zhao Kuo's pupils shrank and he took a deep breath.

The black dragon entangles the emperor.

Zhao Kuo took a step back. He stared at the black dragon, but found that there was a hint of excitement in the black dragon's eyes...

Yuwen Xiu looked at Zhao Kuo's bleeding broken arm and showed a relieved look.

He is too repressed.

Although he was the emperor, he was manipulated by his ministers.

The ministers bribed the commander of the garrison in the imperial city and even mobilized troops on a large scale, but he, the emperor, had no way to deal with it.

Even the draft imperial edict was stolen.

As the emperor, he lives without any dignity at all.

Outside the imperial capital.

The situation was precarious, and the armies of North County and West County were watching covetously.

Meanwhile, inside the country, a group of treacherous ministers were anxious to create unrest in the world, so they submitted various memorials, made various impeachments, and even disobeyed the emperor's orders.

The imperial teacher Kong Xiu stayed indoors and did not go out, but Yuwen Xiu did not blame him.

He even had to be grateful. If the imperial teacher had not stayed indoors, Yuwen Xiu would never have realized the darkness and evil in the court.

The black dragon coiled around Yuwen Xiu's body, spiritual energy surged and entangled him, and the clear water in the pool was churning.

The black dragon is a spiritual creature and has a mutually influential relationship with Yuwen Xiu.

Yuwen Xiu's character will greatly influence the Black Dragon, and of course, the Black Dragon will also influence Yuwen Xiu.

"Old dog! Did you see it clearly?"

"This is a real dragon..."

Yuwen Xiu pointed at the black dragon wrapped around his body, looked at Zhao Kuo, and laughed crazily.

Zhao Kuo's forehead was covered in sweat. He retreated slightly, breathing heavily.

"Lu Ping'an is right. In this world, strength is the only way to go... You bully me because I am young and weak! You are afraid of Kong Xiu because he is a great Confucian scholar."

"You are afraid of the Overlord because he has unparalleled military power..."

"You dare not bully anyone but me!"

Yuwen Xiu took one step at a time, shouting at the top of his lungs. He had been suppressed for too long and he needed to explode.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, making it as red as blood. His hideous and crazy look made Zhao Kuo tremble slightly in his heart.

This was not the weak and gentle Yuwen Xiu that he had in mind!

"If I were like Lu Ping'an, with the strength of a cultivator that could overwhelm the world, who among you would dare to bully me?!"

"A bunch of bullies who only care about the weak and the strong!"

Yuwen Xiu roared.

He pointed at Zhao Kuo suddenly, his fingers trembling.

"kill!"

"Kill him for me!"

"If the world wants me to be unkind, then I will be a tyrant for the rest of my life!"

The black dragon wrapped around Yuwen Xiu rolled its eyes and greedily sucked a ray of dark air from Yuwen Xiu.

Then, he opened his mouth, revealing his fangs, and shot out again like black lightning.

Zhao Kuo retreated quickly like a frightened bird.

He shouted: "I have already taken control of the Imperial City Guards. Eight thousand elite soldiers are surrounding and killing the Beiluo Iron Cavalry!"

"Your Majesty... there is no hope for you!"

When the black dragon attacked, Zhao Kuo turned around and tried to escape. However, the black dragon did not avoid him and bit his shoulder.

Zhao Kuo let out a howl of pain.

"Protect me! Protect me now!"

The two martial masters' expressions changed slightly, they avoided the old eunuch and rushed towards Zhao Kuo.

A martial master burst into blood and energy, shouted loudly, and slashed the black dragon's seven inches with the long sword in his hand.

The black dragon let go of Zhao Kuo's shoulders, and the gill scales wrapped around its neck suddenly expanded and roared at the warrior.

There was a strange power surging in the dragon's pupils.

The warrior who rushed over was startled, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The next moment...

Blood splattered.

The warrior was pounced on by the black dragon and bitten...

The warriors' flesh and blood were constantly being devoured by the black dragon.

Zhao Kuo was covered in blood and trembling with fear.

"The emperor is unjust! He raises monsters! The world will be in chaos, chaos!"

Zhao Kuo growled.

Yuwen Xiu took one step at a time, with an exquisite sword on his waist.

He smiled and walked towards Zhao Kuo.

"I have no moral principles..."

"That's unrighteous!"

Yuwen Xiu raised the sword in his hand, and a ray of spiritual energy surged and swept over suddenly.

A head shot up into the sky, and blood splattered all over the imperial robe.

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lines flickered in Lu Fan's pupils.

The breeze blew gently, ruffling his temples and white shirt.

Ni Yu scooped a spoonful of warm wine, and the thickened wine pulled a silk thread and poured into the bronze wine glass.

The lines in Lu Fan's eyes disappeared.

Sighed.

He took in all the scenes in the imperial capital, and he didn't know whether the changes in the black dragon were good or bad.

Lu Fan created the Eight-Part Dragon Cultivation Method through the [Preaching Platform]. The Black Dragon inherited it, but what path it will take actually depends on its luck.

However, Lu Fan didn't care too much. If the black dragon really ran too far, it would be bad...

Just go back to the drawing board and rebuild it.

…

The long street of the imperial capital.

Thick blood, piles of corpses...

Swords were scattered all over the ground, and shields were broken and lying everywhere.

The thick blood kept flowing and gathered into a puddle.

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Five hundred versus eight thousand, this was a battle so unequal that it made people despair.

However, the outcome of the battle was completely beyond everyone's expectations. The five hundred Beiluo cavalry stood still, watching the battle enthusiastically and with blood boiling.

The battle was almost a one-sided crushing defeat.

Nie Zhangqing held a butcher knife in his hand and slashed through two thousand armors with one strike.

Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure was released, she danced in a white skirt and took light lotus steps. Wherever she passed, soldiers knelt down, and corpses were lying on the ground as her cicada-wing sword swept across.

Yi Yue swung her long whip, sweeping out whip shadows all over the sky, making the soldiers howl in pain.

When cultivators face ordinary soldiers, even if they are well-trained elite warriors, it is still a one-sided massacre.

The blue-robed scholar riding his horse turned pale, this one-sided slaughter made him a little dazed.

On Wolong Ridge, the Overlord fought against five thousand enemies with one hundred men, killing them so hard that the blood flowed like a river, and his reputation was illustrious.

However, he did not see it with his own eyes and just thought it was a rumor.

And now...

The scholar in green robes witnessed with his own eyes the terror and power of the cultivators.

He finally understood why the Prime Minister attached so much importance to Du Tao.

Six servants carried the sedan chair, and Du Tao, who was sitting on it, looked pale.

Too strong...so strong that it makes people despair.

This is a true cultivator, much stronger than him who is only half-baked! "Surround and kill them all! Surround and kill them at close range! Consume their spiritual energy! Consume their strength!"

Du Tao sat restlessly and roared in the sedan chair.

The only solution he could think of was to use human wave tactics to consume the spiritual energy of Ning Zhao, Nie Zhangqing and others.

Once the spiritual energy is consumed, he becomes the equivalent of an ordinary warrior and can be killed!

However……

The setting sun is slanting, and the remaining sun is like blood.

The suppressed knife shadow continued to wreak havoc, a butcher knife flew around, breaking through armor two thousand and two thousand times.

Eight thousand elite soldiers, dwindling...

Many elite warriors had already been frightened by this hellish scene and lost their courage. They threw away their weapons and turned to flee.

The long street gradually became empty.

No matter how the blue-robed scholar shouted and cursed, these elite warriors still fled.

The defeat was like a landslide, and no human power could stop it.

The scholar in blue was trembling in his heart. Eight thousand elite soldiers were actually scared by being killed by two people...

A practitioner, this is a practitioner!

The cultivator from Baiyujing! The scholar in green turned his head and looked at Du Tao.

"Mr. Du, please... Now, you are my only hope..."

"If we hadn't stopped the Beiluo cavalry, the Prime Minister's plan would have gone terribly wrong!"

The scholar in green robe said with red eyes.

Du Tao was already at a loss in the sedan chair.

"Stop it!"

"What can I use to stop you?"

Du Tao roared, his eyes full of fear. He turned over, jumped off the sedan chair, and ran away.

He slipped into the crowd of soldiers and men like a swimming fish.

The scholar in blue was so furious at Du Tao's rudeness.

However, the next moment, a butcher knife chopped down from the air. The illusory knife shadow, like a heavenly sword, chopped the blue brick ground of the long street into pieces.

The scholar in blue was stabbed by the sword, his eyes blurred with blood, and he fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

Du Tao was horrified and continued to escape.

However, he felt something in his heart and suddenly stopped, only to see Nie Zhangqing holding the butcher knife, taking a breath, and the spiritual energy in his body was empty.

Du Tao was overjoyed!

As expected, the spiritual energy of a cultivator is limited! His chance has come!

However, Du Tao's joy lasted only three seconds, as he saw Nie Zhangqing pinching a sugar-coated pill and stuffing it into his mouth...

Afterwards, wisps of spiritual energy rose into the sky from Nie Zhangqing, whose spiritual energy was originally exhausted.

Du Tao's face froze.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous the so-called human wave tactics were!

The cultivators of Baiyujing...

Can't afford to offend.

He turned around and tried to flee, but... he was too slow.

The footsteps were silent, and the pressure caused by the vibration of spiritual energy suddenly fell on Du Tao.

Du Tao's legs trembled and he fell directly to the ground.

"It was you who...provoked Bai Yujing?"

Ning Zhao's white dress was whiter than snow. She looked at Du Tao who was kneeling on the ground and said lightly.

Du Tao's face was full of horror. He raised his head and wanted to beg for mercy.

However……

The cicada-wing sword swept past like a wisp of snowflakes floating by.

Du Tao's words stopped abruptly.

A strong smell of blood permeated the long street.

Luo Cheng's hand holding the knife was trembling. He looked at the scene in front of him and would never forget it for the rest of his life.

The three men drove back eight thousand soldiers.

Under the setting sun, three people in white clothes as white as snow stood in a sea of ​​blood and corpses...

Like a proud snow lotus, isolated and independent from the world.

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