The Sword Dynasty - 500. Chapter 499

The sword light pierced the boy’s chest, and the terrifying power of the sword immediately began to destroy the boy’s flesh and blood and meridians. Even because the sword was too fast, it was already in the boy’s chest when it pierced into the boy’s chest. There was a penetrating wound through the body.

However, the boy did not die.

His movements didn’t even change in any way.

In Zhong Shuhou’s perception, the flesh and blood of this young man were also filled with countless tombstones.

Then the boy’s hand fell.

A large black tombstone appeared in the boy’s hand.

This tombstone slammed on Zhong Shuhou’s body, and even the famous dwarf behind Zhong Shuhou who was about to wield a sword.

There was a loud explosion.

Zhong Shuhou and this dwarf are like being shot head-on by a black mountain.

The ground under the two of them completely burst, sinking down into several feet, and then exploded out like a wave of waves in the next instant.

Zhong Shuhou and the dwarf squirted blood in their mouths, their bodies half sunk in the ground, plowing backwards like a plow.

The dwarf body was after Zhongshuhou, but his cultivation was much worse than Zhongshuhou, so when his body was plowed back, he was already dead. His body could not withstand more power, and in the next instant, it exploded from the inside out, turning into a cloud of broken blood.

All the practitioners who could see the scene in the imperial garden were shocked to the extreme, even Emperor Yan, his eyes were shocked.

No one knew the origin of this dwarf. At this moment, even everyone did not even see his face, but everyone knew that he was a terrifying swordsman, a great master of the seven realms.

This great master, who even the many seven-level practitioners present at the scene did not even notice how he arrived, was directly killed by this young man.

The most shocking thing is that at this time the transparent wound on the young man’s chest is still… This great master’s sword is enough to kill any powerful practitioner, even Yuan Wu can’t bear such a sword. And survive.

However, the young man was still standing still at this time.

Zhong Shuhou’s body retreated several feet, passed through the blood mist of the dwarf’s body, and then paused.

There were continuous explosions in his body, and bunches of air currents pierced from his body like a sharp sword.

“What kind of exercise is this?”

He knew he was about to die, so he was so unwilling to make him look up at the wound on the boy’s chest, and said, “How can you not die?”

The young man with black hair and the floor looked at the dying hero, shook his head, and said, “No one can live without death. It’s just some exercises that live toward death.”

“Living to death?”

Zhong Shuhou looked at the young man, his body shook, as if he had figured out the meaning of this sentence, but in the next moment, he dropped his head and died.

Emperor Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence.

He looked at the young man who came with Black Mountain with a dignified expression, thinking about everything the other party had abandoned, and unconsciously aroused great awe in his heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at a palace in the palace.

That palace is where the rebel army is located.

Zhong Shuhou is dead and the rebels have no leaders, but it does not mean that there are no new principals in the rebels.

In front of that hall stood three mysterious iron towers almost the same height as the hall.

The surface of these three tower-shaped runes are carved with simple runes, and each has a dozen lotus seat-like seats.

Above these seats, all the practitioners sitting cross-legged at the moment are six realms.

The true essence in their bodies continuously poured into this talisman.

The huge tower body is constantly roaring like magma hitting it, and the spire of the tower gradually shines. It seems that something terrible is about to gush out from the spire of the tower.

In front of these three towers, there were several cultivators standing, the first one wearing a bronze armor, and the extremely cold face contained countless complex emotions at this moment.

He was Yuqi, the Marshal of the Dayan Dynasty.

Many powerful practitioners at the border can quietly appear here to carry out such a rebellion because he assisted Zhongshuhou.

At the moment Zhong Shuhou died in battle, he naturally became the new leader of this rebel army.

Yu Qi was one of Yan Emperor’s most respected generals, commanding three of Da Yan’s seven frontier armies, and no one knew why he would betray Emperor Yan.

However, with the excitation of these three Tongtian Towers at this time, everyone knew that he could not stop.

Everyone knew that he would rather die in the final battle, but also try to kill Emperor Yan before the peripheral army rushed to support him.

At this moment, he suddenly looked up.

The sky turned black.

This is a terrifying talisman, not only distorting the sunlight above Yanhuang Palace at this time, but also isolating the vitality of the heavens and the earth gathered by the three powerful talismans.

A violent chill gushes in Yu Qi’s heart.

He felt the murderous intent to come after him.

The moment he turned around, he only heard a few sharp shouts from his subordinates.

A man in a black shirt appeared among several generals of the Yanjun frontier army behind the three talisman.

This man walked gently among the several cultivators with a kind of extravagance that could not be described in words.

The several practitioners were behind him, curled up like crumpled balls of paper, making a terrifying bone cracking sound, and fell to death.

Like Zhong Shuhou, Yu Qi was not an ordinary practitioner, so at this moment, he understood that the man in black shirt was from Changling.

Perceiving the black meaning that came from the sky but covered everything, as if it were the heaviest night, he also understood why the black mountain could quietly come to this palace.

Changling old dignitaries, Qi Dynasty, Montenegro…

Many messy fragments flashed in Yu Qi’s mind, but a certain thought became unusually clear. He looked at the black-shirted man and smiled bitterly, “It turns out that Yan Qi has already stood side by side.”

The black-shirted man is not as tall as he is, but looking at him at this moment, he naturally has a condescending connotation. He faintly responded to Qi, “If Yuanwu had not reached the eighth realm, in the Lushan League, Yuanwu would have Dead, Zheng Xiu…maybe also dead.”

Yu Qi was silent for a moment, then looked at the black-shirted man and said, “I don’t think you are as big as you.”

“For the sake of personal grievances, that’s also good. It’s just that you don’t think big enough, and you can’t see far enough, so you won’t succeed.” The black-shirted man looked at him and said seriously.

Yu Qi was silent for a while, and said, “What you said makes sense.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

The black-shirted man looked at him and slowly said: “Since you can no longer succeed, you don’t need to make senseless sacrifices. Even if you are going to die, you don’t need to bring many people, including the entire Dayan Dynasty to die with you.”

Yu Qi thought for a while. Before he could say anything, the black-shirted man had already said, “No matter what kind of grievances you have with Emperor Yan, your grievances are only part of Zheng Xiu’s entire plan. Since it must have failed, You don’t need to drag many subordinates who are loyal to you, including many of their family members and brothers, to die with you. I can let you live. You are not living for yourself, but for these people and for the Great Yan Dynasty. ”

Yu Qi smiled bitterly, and then said seriously, “What you said makes sense, and I can’t refuse.”

After saying this, he issued several military orders.

The black-shirted man bowed and saluted him, and then gave way to let the frontier commander take some of his loyal subordinates to leave.

The blackness of the sky is still there.

The black meaning in the imperial garden is still there.

One place each day, each other is chilling.

A man in a yellow shirt was standing in the streets of Yandu with an umbrella. He looked at the black meaning in the palace, and his umbrella hands trembled slightly.

A yellow leaf fell from the locust tree behind him, and was shaken into powder by the trembling real energy on his body.

…

In the imperial palace of Changling, the yellow leaves were falling like rain.

A man in a yellow robe walked through the stone path and handed over a document to the maid outside the study room of the Queen Zheng Xiu very respectfully.

In Changling, the yellow robe does not mean the royal family, but the family of the queen, and it means Jiaodong County.

The queen had seen the paperwork received by the palace maid, and her perfect and cold face was filled with strange emotions.

This emotion seems to be emotional, and it seems to be anger.

Or just a momentary loss, memory.

Only she knew what it was.

Since Yuanwu became the throne, and the Bashan sword field was destroyed in her hands, she gradually felt that everything was under her control, even if there was no such person, everything was as she wanted.

She seems to be like a god who has really gotten the fate, and can do everything.

However, she seems to have been losing since the start of the Minshan Sword Club.

The more she defeated, the shadow that the person left in her heart grew thicker and spread out more and more, seeming to occupy her entire body.

She threw the papers into the brazier in front of her, then slowly got up, walked out of the study, towards the back of the study, towards the deeper part of the palace.

Deeper in the palace, there is a special torture room.