The young master who had left the capital and then returned to Shangyin Academy sat on the Tianbo Kaijing memorial arch, swinging his legs and holding a thin reed pipe in his mouth. His surname was Zhao, the imperial surname of the Son of Heaven. His given name, Kai, was given by his mother. It was the Kai of regular script and the Kai of regular tree. At first, he thought that his mother wanted him to behave like a regular script, to behave like a person with a square body, to act like a straight brush stroke, to be a role model. Later, he entered the palace and went with his great master to worship the ancestors alone. Only then did he know that there was a Kai tree in the Zhao family's mausoleum that was personally planted by the ancestors. Its branches were straight and did not bend. The branches and leaves of the tree were luxuriant, just like the royal family of the Zhao family. However, every time Zhao Kai heard his great master look at the tree and earnestly nag about the honor and disgrace of the Zhao family, he did not feel anything. To him, this home was not as comfortable and safe as the hut he had fled to when he was a child. Thus, his great master, who doted on him very much, could not help but helplessly say that his temperament was too loose. Zhao Kai did not care. If it were not for his lack of ambition, presumably the number of attempts on his life would have been doubled.
That man who held the power of the world in his hands had six sons and one daughter. Including him, who did not have a proper title, there were a total of seven princes. Of those who wanted to kill him and took action, there were two. The rest who did not make a move, mostly harbored ill intentions. The only person Zhao Kai did not dislike was the princess sister who always liked to oppose him. She really was the apple of that man's eye. However, although her temperament was fierce and unreasonable, it was all displayed on the surface. Every time they met, Zhao Kai would always use the fine freckles on the tip of her nose to talk about things. He would always get his way. The number of Night Pearls that she had thrown and smashed was at least eight. She really was a daughter who did not know how to live her life. Whoever married her would suffer a calamity.
He lowered his head to look at the last Talisman General red armor under his feet. It was like a Divine General that a Daoist Immortal Master had invited from the Heavenly Court to the mortal world. It was three meters tall, with both hands pressed on the hilt of Dragon Fault, stabbing straight into the ground. This was the Golden Armor of the Talisman General red armors. Among the five armors, it was the most firm and indestructible, and its fighting strength was the most vigorous. Especially the Dragon Fault in its hands, its sword qi was unbridled and majestic. This sword had never been born before. It was the Great Master who had begged an old Sword Forger to spend five years of painstaking effort to forge it. Every inch it was forged, the sword qi would grow by three parts. When it was halfway forged, that Sword Forger already did not dare to continue. Later on, Zhao Kai heard that it was the Great Master who had captured the old Sword Forger's family members. He killed one person every day, and only his grandson was left. Only then did the Sword Forger continue forging. When Dragon Fault was forged, he pleaded in front of the Great Master to spare his grandson's life. The Great Master nodded, and the old Sword Forger jumped into the sword furnace to commit suicide. However, the old Sword Forger's grandson was strangled by the Great Master in the blink of an eye. After hearing this, Zhao Kai did not say anything. He only felt guilty in his heart.
His Great Master was not a Buddhist Bodhisattva like his Second Master. He was secretly called a terrifying figure by the imperial court and had commanded 100,000 eunuchs for more than 20 years. He was Han Diaosi, who was cursed as a human cat. He was also a grandmaster level expert who had skinned Red Armor alive. Zhao Kai had once seen a group of assassins being killed by his Great Master's left hand, which was wrapped in three thousand red threads. They were all sliced off the top of their heads with a single finger. He killed without batting an eyelid. His Great Master never forgot to smile at him. Zhao Kai also never felt that his Great Master's arrogance was sinister. It was just like when his mother was sick beyond cure and was as thin as a matchstick. In Zhao Kai's eyes, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.
Zhao Kai held the reed in his mouth and said softly, "When fighting in the reed marshes, the wooden armor has the advantage. It's a pity that my brother-in-law came early. In autumn, the reeds are easy to burn, and the power of the fire armor is doubled. If the water armor was not destroyed by the old God of Swords, those Beiliang retainers would not have been able to return. I don't need to send the earth armor to assassinate them secretly. I can just wear the golden armor and crush them openly. Don't you think so, Little Gold? "
The Red Armor was already a dead man before he put on the armor. Naturally, he did not respond. The corpse in the red armor under Zhao Kai's feet had a particularly sensitive origin. When he was alive, he was one of the few first-grade Vajra Realm experts. It was a pity that he met the number one Finger Xuan expert, Han Diaosi, and had a miserable end. Zhao Kai had once asked his Great Master about the strength of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm. This Great Master of the Great Marten Temple laughed and said that in the future, this old servant would be able to defeat the enemy with both hands. However, it would be more interesting if a Finger Xuan Realm expert could kill a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert. Zhao Kai thought that his Great Master was truly formidable. He gently blew off the reed and stretched his body. His eyes were clear and indifferent as he looked at the Wood Armor and Fire Armor that were in a stalemate not far away. Since the Wu Clan's Sword Tomb and Wang Mingyin were taking the lead today, Zhao Kai did not want to steal the limelight. In any case, as long as he and the Four Armors showed their faces, it would be the most practical form of restraint and threat. There was no harm in openly sitting on the most eye-catching archway and acting as bait.
Lü Qiantang entered the reed marsh with the resolve to die. The four of them obviously had no chance of winning against the Four Armors. It was not difficult to understand His Royal Highness' intention. They would stall for as long as they could. Outside the reed marsh, Li Chungang had an eighty percent chance of winning against the junior swordsman Wu Liuding. The halberd Ning Emei, the one hundred light cavalry, and the unfathomable maid Blue Bird had at least a fifty-fifty chance of winning. As long as they could win in the two battles close to the heir, the outcome would be set. So what if the four people in the reed marsh died fighting to the death? He had already mentally prepared himself for this kind of situation when he saw the King of Beiliang with his own eyes at the Tide-listening Pavilion. How many of the young masters from aristocratic families were not ruthless and ruthless? Even if they did not have the great talent and bold vision of their fathers, they had all learned their temperament and temperament.
Jiudou Mi Daoist Wei Shuyang did not directly participate in the battle. He only watched calmly from the sidelines.
The laborious work had to be done by Lu Yangshu and the other two. There was no other way. Even a blind person could see that this old Daoist was more important than the three of them combined in the heart of the heir. Fortunately, there was a talisman general in red armor under the archway to protect the unrestrained young man sitting on the archway. There were only two puppets in front of them that gathered the supernatural powers of Buddhism. As for the earth armor, it must be hiding underground, waiting for a critical moment to deliver a fatal blow. Lü Qiantang did not decline his responsibility and took the lead to advance with his sword. He faced one of the red armor alone. The plump Shu Xiu and the snow-white Yang Qingfeng worked together to deal with the other one. It was probably because Lü Qiantang knew that the chances of survival in this battle were not high. Not only did he not lose his Qi, but he was also full of fighting spirit. The sword will that he had comprehended while watching the tide in Guangling belonged to the lineage of the old God of Swords. Li Chungang's sword on the river was two hundred feet long, allowing Lü Qiantang to gain a lot. He no longer had any worries when he swung his sword. The red cloud sword in his hand was indomitable. No matter how tough the red armor in front of him was, Lü Qiantang only cared about using the sword in his hand to relieve the various hardships and injustices of the past forty years. Every time the red armor clashed with the sword, a string of sparks would be produced.
Shu Xiu's palms struck the chest of one of the red armor's talisman generals. She suddenly exerted force and only made the red armor sway slightly. The agile and ghostly Yang Qingfeng swept her leg across the armor's head, but the other party did not move at all. It stretched out its arm to break Yang Qingfeng's calf, but the latter had already retreated with the force of the spring. Shu Xiu took the opportunity to hit the red armor repeatedly. Each hit was more powerful than the last. This kind of fierce attack did not match her figure. Every time there was a dull sound, the red armor was finally forced to retreat, leaving a mark on the ground.
The charming woman who had betrayed the Southern Border's Witch Sect was furious. She reprimanded, "Yang, you have the nerve to let a woman block in front of you? Which woman did you use all your strength on last night?! "
After Yang Qingfeng fell to the ground like a fallen leaf, she rushed forward like a leopard in an instant and kicked the red armor's waist. In response to Shu Xiu's ridicule and abuse, she only said softly, "Your mother."
Shu Xiu was furious after hearing this, but she could only vent her anger on the red armor in front of her. Her beautiful face showed a trace of ferocity. She put one palm on the red armor's chest and the other palm quickly folded on the back of her hand. She shouted, "Go to hell!"
"Bang!"
The red armor of the Talisman General finally fell backwards, smashing a huge hole in it.
At this time, at this place.
Shu Xiu and Shu Xiu hurriedly retreated together. Shu Xiu shouted, "Old Taoist Wei!"
The warlock Wei Shuyang squinted his eyes and smiled. His steps were like moving clouds and flowing water, as if he was stepping on the stars in the sky. His solemn Taoist robe fluttered. Finally, he pointed two fingers to the sky and put the other hand on his arm. He made a gesture and said, "If you don't step on the stars, you won't move. Rise! "
When Wei Shuyang's foot stepped down.
Thirty-six peach wood swords broke out of the ground around the red armor who had just risen from the ground and were suspended in the air.
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