1580. A year of retreat【11】
When everyone was attacking together, the gate of the palace suddenly opened slowly, and everyone looked at the gate of the palace in surprise.
Until the palace gates were all opened, the first thing that caught my eye were two men with peerless charm but different temperaments.
One of them was wearing a black robe, and his cold eyes were filled with murderous aura. The other had a gentle smile on his face, and the purple robe made him elegant and noble.
"Sir of the National Normal University."
Ouyang Fengren narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qu Dingtian sharply, "If I become the king of the country, you will still be the master of the national teacher. Since the interests have not diminished, why should I be my Ouyang road?"
Qu Dingtian looked at Ouyang Fengren and shook his head, "If you become the king of the country, you will definitely take Qiongyao Yuye Lake. For this reason alone, I will not let you hurt the king of the country..."
"Qu Dingtian, don't toast and not eat the punishment."
Ouyang Fengren smiled coldly and waved his hand, but saw the heads of the family, who were following his horse, attacking Qu Dingtian and Jianjian.
Jian Jian raised his hand and tweaked the hair on his forehead, and said coldly: "All these people want me to take action?"
The black vortex flashed across their hands, and the sword swung his hand, but he saw a light blade gathering from black light and slashing towards the masters. The light blade slashed on their necks, and suddenly, blood splattered everywhere.
All died.
"Thank you..." Qu Dingtian turned his eyes and forgot his eyes and said.
His hands cannot be stained with blood, nor can he be infected with murder. If the sword and sword solve all these people, he will not have to take action.
"Oh……"
Jianjian raised his chin slightly and smiled coldly.
Qu Dingtian walked to the dead masters. He raised his right hand high, but saw a colorful light like a ribbon running towards the corpses along his hands until it wrapped around the corpses of the masters.
In the reflection of the colorful light, Qu Dingtian's eyes seemed to be radiating colorful glass light.
“Rest in peace…”
Qu Dingtian said lightly, but he saw that the corpse wrapped in colorful light turned into a piece of loess.
Jian Jian looked at this scene in surprise, but he didn't expect Qu Dingtian to have such a trick...
Ouyang Fengren, sitting on a tall horse, looked at the bodies of the masters who turned into loess and the cold swords.
He tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and with a swing of his spear, he rode his horse away quickly, "retreat..."
In an instant, the soldiers surrounding the palace quickly retreated.
While riding a horse, Ouyang Fengren turned his head and looked at Jianjian and Qu Dingtian angrily, shouting: "Don't be proud, next time, I will definitely step on your body and become Liu Zeguo's.
Lord…”
Seeing this, Jianjian tightly held the hand with a black vortex and was about to chase Ouyang Fengren, but Qu Dingtian stretched out to stop him.
"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will grow again." Looking at Qu Dingtian, the sword said lightly.
"Forget it, they'll be fine if they leave. I don't want to have more murderous sins." Qu Dingtian said.
Looking at Qu Dingtian helplessly, the sword waved his sleeves, and flew towards the direction of the sunset desert.
Watching Jianjian's figure gradually become smaller in his pupils, Qu Dingtian smiled faintly, and the grace increased during this smile, "It's really... Thank you..."
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Amid the mountains and flowing waters, a man wearing white clothes with a gangster-like smile on his face wandered casually with a bag and a long sword on his back.
Chapter completed!