Chapter 137 It might be the one from Zijin Palace [First update, please give me a monthly ticket]
The silver light of the white blade tore through the rain curtain, and the blood and energy exploded, turning the raindrops into thick water mist.
These assassins wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats are all extremely powerful.
They are all at the level of Grandmaster Warriors! The terrifying pressure instantly spread throughout the long street of the Imperial Capital, as if the rain falling from the sky was washed crooked.
Jiang Li held the silver spear in his hand and felt the pressure, which made him feel a little breathless.
A figure suddenly blocked his way.
He was wearing a straw hat and raincoat, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.
The white blade swept past Jiang Li, but there was not much killing intent in it, but it made Jiang Li's hair stand on end.
The spear was swung continuously, colliding with the opponent's blade, and his feet created splashes of water several feet high on the ground.
The man in the straw hat and raincoat remained unmoved and was not at a disadvantage.
Jiang Li was involved.
One assassin after another rushed towards Tang Xiansheng.
Like a ghost in the rain, carrying the breath of death.
Who is it?! Jiang Li's eyes narrowed, and the silver spear twitched like a dragon, like a bunch of silver flowers.
There are many people in the world who hope that Tang Xian will die.
The prefects of various counties, Overlord, Tan Tai Xuan, Mo Jia and others all hope that Tang Xiansheng will die, because Tang Xiansheng is the prefect of Nanjun, a hegemon, who controls a huge force, like a tiger ready to pounce.
Once he dies, the momentum accumulated by Nanjun will collapse instantly. Unless another wise person steps forward to provide guidance, Nanjun will not be able to continue to play any role in the struggle for the world.
But Tang Xian was afraid of death.
Having never left Nanjun, he was not like the Overlord who dared to leave Xijun with hundreds of cavalry.
Tang Xiansheng hid in Nanjun, with three layers of guards inside and outside. Even the world's top assassins might not be able to get to Tang Xiansheng.
And now, Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and came to the imperial capital.
This is indeed an opportunity.
But……
Jiang Li fired a sweeping shot and defeated the man in the bamboo hat.
His eyes were fixed deeply on the man in the bamboo hat, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart.
"It shouldn't be... Once Tang Xiansheng steps into the Imperial Capital, it is impossible for the various forces to assassinate Tang Xiansheng. If they assassinate him at this time, it would be equivalent to completely pushing Tang Xiansheng and the Great Zhou aside."
"Nanjun and Dazhou are joining forces. Neither Xijun nor Beijun wants to see this."
Jiang Li whispered softly.
The rain flowed down his helmet and across his chin, gathering into drops at the tip of his chin.
These assassins are very strong, like well-trained elite soldiers.
Jiang Li could tell at a glance that these assassins were not from the Mohist School. Although the Mohist School's assassins were famous, but... the Mohist School's assassins were quite disorganized, and it was impossible for them to have such a strict discipline.
Moreover, there was no reason for the Mohist family to commit crimes in the imperial city at this time, and Mo Beike could not have made such a decision.
Because of this decision, the margin for error is too low.
It would be great if Tang Xiansheng could be killed, but if he cannot be killed, it would promote the cooperation between Nanjun and Da Zhou even faster.
Mo Beike certainly doesn't want to see such a result.
Tang Xiansheng, who was holding Tang Yimo's arm, was soaked by the rain.
But there was not much fear in his eyes. He was afraid of death, but he had seen this kind of scene many times.
"Yi Mo, Dad's life depends on you."
Tang Xiansheng said.
The rain made Tang Yimo's hair stick to his forehead.
He glanced at Tang Xiansheng.
Then, he took a step forward, and the accumulated water in front of him suddenly exploded, causing a splash of water three feet high.
Tang Yimo opened the first meridian, and a light red air flow rushed around his body. It seemed that the heavy rain could not get close to him.
"Practitioner!"
Jiang Li was slightly startled when he was stopped by the man in the bamboo hat.
He didn't expect that there was a cultivator beside Tang Xiansheng, and... judging from his strength, he didn't seem to be weak!
Tang Yimo's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the assassins around him.
The rain was heavy like pillars, roaring loudly.
However, the oppression and terror emanating from him made many people tremble.
Keep your knees slightly bent.
Tang Yimo's body was ejected like a cannonball.
An assassin approached in an instant.
With the elbow pressed down, the assassin's blade was pulled up and smashed into pieces.
The assassin under the bamboo hat spat out a mouthful of blood and flew several meters away.
The assassins around were all shocked when they saw this.
The next moment, they all drew out their swords, and faintly, spiritual energy was surging on the swords...
Tang Yimo was stunned.
These assassins actually all possess spiritual energy?
Although not much...
However, these assassins are obviously a well-trained team composed of practitioners!
Tang Yimo retreated to Tang Xiansheng's side.
He drew with his hands in the air.
The rain falling from the sky gathered into a huge water shield as his palms moved, blocking him in front of him.
The assassins drew their swords.
The blade energy, which contained spiritual energy, was translucent and broke through the rain on the ground, creating a semi-arc-shaped sharp edge.
Approaching Tang Yimo and Tang Xiansheng from all directions.
Tang Yimo growled.
The veins on his neck bulged.
Throw a punch.
The water shield fell heavily, and the translucent semi-arc-shaped sharp edges hit the water shield, causing a wave, and then disappeared one after another.
far away.
The assassin who was confronting Jiang Li was shocked by this scene.
Jiang Li, who had been using a spear, suddenly focused his eyes and put his hand on the knife behind him. After thinking about it, he still used the spear to pick it up.
There was a tearing sound.
The black cloth on the hat was torn in half.
A quick glance.
Jiang Li seemed to vaguely see the face under the hat.
I was stunned.
"withdraw!"
A low voice sounded, and the assassins around retreated one after another, leaping onto the roof and disappearing in the rain that obscured the sky and earth.
Tang Yimo did not chase after him. He was afraid that the other party was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he stood quietly in the rain.
Jiang Li looked at the assassins leaving, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.
No wonder he felt so familiar.
Turning his head to look in the direction of the Purple Gold Palace, Jiang Li took a deep breath.
Tang Xiansheng wiped the rain off his face, and the smile on his face was unpredictable.
Soon, Jiang Li ordered people to clean up the surroundings and took Tang Xiansheng into the imperial city.
…
Book Pavilion.
It's raining hazily outside the window.
Imperial Master Kong Xiu stood in front of the window, quietly looking at the rain.
The banana trees outside the window were constantly bent by the rain, and the accumulated water kept dripping from the leaves.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Mo Tianyu entered the house and took out a crane cloak for the Imperial Master to put on.
"Master, it's raining and cold."
Mo Tianyu said.
The Master coughed softly and said, "The bloody smell in the Imperial Capital is too strong. This rain is very timely. It can wash away the lingering smell of death."
"But, he also became an accomplice in covering up the death."
Mo Tianyu seemed to understand what he said, but not quite.
He poured a cup of hot tea, and tea residue was swirling in the green tea.
He handed the tea to the teacher.
"Master, Tang Xiansheng was assassinated on the long street outside the imperial city."
"Those assassins... all possess spiritual energy."
Mo Tianyu said.
"The opening of the eight dragon gates has changed the world's situation. Although spiritual practitioners are still rare, they are no longer as rare as before."
"Tianyu, who do you think was behind the assassination of Tang Xiansheng this time?"
The Imperial Master blew away the hot steam from the tea and said.
Mo Tianyu was startled. "How about I tell you a fortune first?"
The teacher's face darkened.
"What's your guess? Just tell me your guess and understanding."
"I can't guess, because anyone could assassinate him, but no one could assassinate him."
Mo Tianyu said.
"But, if I must name one person..."
The teacher looked at Mo Tianyu, took a sip of hot tea, and motioned for him to continue.
"I think it's most likely the one in the Purple Gold Palace."
Mo Tianyu folded his hands and spoke slowly.
The voice was dull, and the rain roared outside the window.
The Master paused while drinking tea, and his eyes fell on Mo Tianyu.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair.
He was vaguely aware of what was happening in the imperial capital, but he didn't care.
Whether Tang Xiansheng is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.
The morning breeze blew in, but it brought with it thick and dense clouds, with a hint of accumulated rain brewing in them.
finally.
When the first drop of cold water rushed down from the clouds and splashed on the ground.
The surface of Beiluo Lake was suddenly filled with ding-dong sounds and ripples gradually appeared.
The rain was pouring down.
Ning Zhao held an umbrella to shield Lu Fan from the rain and pushed the wheelchair into the Baiyujing Pavilion.
The sandalwood was lit, and the sweet fragrance filled the house.
Ning Zhao put away the umbrella, used a hot kettle to boil wine for Lu Fan, put a plum in the kettle, and the clear wine gave off a slight heat.
Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blade Chair, with a spiritual pressure chessboard placed in front of him, placed on the Thousand Blade Chair.
Lu Fan holds the black and white pieces, setting up the game with a mountain and river momentum.
After playing a game, Lu Fan put away the chessboard and Ning Zhao handed him a bronze cup filled with wine.
"Sir, it's rainy and humid, drink a cup of hot wine to warm your body."
Ning Zhao smiled.
Lu Fan did not refuse. He took the wine and took a sip.
The warm wine flowed down the throat into the body, as if dispelling the stuffy feeling brought by the heavy rain.
Lu Fan held the bronze wine glass, leaned on the wheelchair, and closed his eyes slightly.
Seeing that Lu Fan closed his eyes, Ning Zhao did not disturb him.
Carefully exited the attic room.
A sweet fragrance slowly rises from the house, and a young man is taking a nap on a chair. The scene is quite peaceful.
However……
Actually.
Lu Fan was not taking a nap.
His mind surged, and he began to sense the range of the spiritual energy.
In an instant, we crossed mountains and rivers.
The range within which the spiritual energy could be projected suddenly expanded a lot, and it even continued to spread through the Tianhan Pass in the extreme north of the Great Zhou.
Previously, the limit of Lu Fan's perception was Tianhan Pass, and he could not perceive anything beyond that.
Go out of Tianhan Pass.
In Lu Fan's perception, the ground was covered with withered bones and yellow sand...
Bored Lu Fan withdrew his attention.
However, he did not open his eyes, because he found that the system panel popped up, and the [Preaching Platform] in the [Permissions] column was flashing a dim prompt light.
Lu Fan was stunned, and was very interested.
His fingers tapped lightly on the Phoenix Feather armguards of the Thousand Blade Chair.
The next moment, his mind poured into the [Preaching Platform].
Buzz...
Suddenly, a familiar feeling came over me.
Line after line of suggestive text popped up in front of his eyes and kept scrolling.
(End of this chapter)