The sword light pierced into the boy's chest, and the terrifying power on the sword immediately began to destroy the boy's flesh and blood and meridians. Even because the sword body was too fast, when it pierced into the boy's chest, a wound that was transparent to the boy's body was already penetrated through the boy's body.

However, the boy did not die.

His movements didn't even change anything.

In the perception of Zhongshu Hou, countless tombstones were also filled with flesh and blood in the young man's body.

Then the boy's hand fell down.

A large black tombstone appeared in the novel in the boy's hand.

The tombstone hit the head of the Zhongshu Hou, and also hit the dwarf behind the Zhongshu Hou who was extremely fast to the point of his sword.

A loud bang exploded.

Zhongshu Hou and this dwarf were like being shot in front of a black mountain.

The ground under the two men completely exploded, sank down several feet, and then exploded out like a wave of sea.

Zhongshu Hou and the dwarf blew blood from their mouths, their bodies half-sank into the ground, plowing backwards like plowing the ground.

After the dwarf was in the Marquis of Zhongshu, his cultivation level was much worse than that of the Marquis of Zhongshu, so when his body plowed backward, he was already dead. His body could not bear more power, and in the next moment, it exploded from the inside out and turned into a shattered blood mist.

All the practitioners who could see the scene in the imperial garden were shocked to the extreme, and even Emperor Yan could not hide their shock in their eyes.

No one knew the origin of this dwarf. At this moment, everyone didn't even see his appearance clearly. However, everyone knew that he was a terrible swordsman and a grand master of the seventh realm.

This grandmaster who was present without even realizing how he arrived, was directly killed by the young man with one blow.

What is most shocking is that the wound on the boy's chest was still there at this time... The sword of this great master was enough to kill any powerful practitioner. Even Yuan Wu could not survive such a sword.

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

Zhong Shuhou's body retreated several feet, passed through the blood mist transformed from the body of the dwarf, and then stopped.

There were continuous explosions in his body, and bundles of air flow pierced from his body like sharp swords.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

He knew that he was about to die, and his strong unwillingness made him look up at the wound on the young man's chest and said, "How could you not die?"

The young man with black hair looked at the dying hero, shook his head, and said, "No one can survive, but some martial arts are just about death."

"Life to death?"

When the Zhongshu Hou looked at the boy, his body shook, as if he had figured out the meaning of this sentence, but in the next moment, he lowered his head and died.

Emperor Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence.

He looked at the boy who came from Black Mountain with a slightly stern expression, thinking about everything the other party had abandoned, and unconsciously felt great awe in his heart.

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

That palace is where the rebels' central army is located.

The Marquis of Zhongshu is dead, and the rebels have no leader, but it does not mean that there is no new leader in the rebels.

In front of the temple, three black iron tower objects that were almost as high as the temple stood.

The three tower-shaped talismans are engraved with simple runes on the surface, and each seat has more than a dozen lotus-like seats on it.

Above these seats, those sitting cross-legged are all practitioners of the six realms.

The true energy in their bodies continued to pour into the talisman.

The huge tower body kept roaring, like magma hitting, and the spire gradually shining, as if something terrible was about to gush out of the spire.

In front of these three towers, several practitioners stood, the leader wearing bronze armor, and the extremely cold face contained countless complex emotions.

He was Yu Qi, the Great Marshal of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Many powerful practitioners in the border can quietly appear here and engage in such a rebellion because of his assistance to the Marquis of Zhongshu.

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

Yu Qi was one of the most valued generals of Emperor Yan, commanding three of the seven border troops in Dayan. No one knew why he wanted to betray Emperor Yan.

However, with the inspiration of these three towers of heaven, everyone knew that he could not stop.

Everyone knew that he would rather die in the end than try to kill Emperor Yan before the peripheral troops arrived for support.

At this moment, he suddenly looked up.

The sky turned black.

This is a terrifying talisman, which not only distorts the sunlight above Yanhuang Palace at this time, but also isolates the heaven and earth energy gathered by the three powerful talismans.

A violent chill surged from Yuqi's heart.

He felt that murderous intent came from behind.

The moment he turned around, he could only hear several loud shouts from his subordinates.

A man in black shirt appeared among several Yan army generals behind the three talismans.

The man walked gently among the practitioners with a noble spirit that was difficult to describe in words.

Behind him, several practitioners curled up like kneaded paper balls, making a terrifying sound of bone bursting, and fell to die.

Yu Qi, like the Zhongshu Hou, was not an ordinary practitioner, so at this moment, he realized that the man in black clothes was from Changling.

Feeling the darkness from the sky, but it covered everything, as if it was the heaviest night, he also understood why the Black Mountain could quietly come to this palace.

The old powerful people in Changling, the Qi Dynasty, Heishan...

Many messy clips flashed through Yu Qi's mind, but a certain thought became extremely clear. He looked at the man in black and smiled bitterly, "It turns out that Yan Qi has already stood side by side."

The man in black clothes was not as tall as him, but looking at him straight at this moment naturally had a condescending meaning. He responded faintly, "If Yuanwu had not reached the Eighth Realm and met in the Lushan Alliance, Yuanwu would have been dead, and Zheng Xiu... might have died too."

Yu Qi was silent for a moment, then looked at the man in black and said, "I don't think I am as big as you."

"For personal grudges, that's great. It's just that I don't think big enough and don't see far enough, so you won't succeed." The man in black looked at him and said seriously.

Yu Qi was silent for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense."

"I don't want to kill you."

The man in black-shirt looked at him and said slowly: "Since you are no longer able to succeed, you don't need to sacrifice unnecessary things. Even if you want to die, you don't need to bring many people, including the entire Dayan Dynasty, to die with you."

Yu Qi thought about it, but before he could speak, the man in black shirt had already continued: "No matter what kind of grudges you have with Emperor Yan, your grudges 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 families and brothers, to die with you. I can let you live, you are not alive 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, I can't refuse."

After saying this, he issued several military orders.

The man in black bowed and bowed to him and thanked him, then made a way out and asked the commander of the border army to leave with some of his loyal subordinates.

The darkness of the sky is still there.

The black meaning in the imperial garden is still there.

One day and one place, it makes people shudder.

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

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

...

In the palace of Changling, yellow leaves fell like rain.

A man in yellow robe walked across the stone road and handed over a document to the palace maid outside the Queen Zheng Xiu's study.

In Changling, the yellow robe does not mean the royal family, but the queen's family and Jiaodong County.

The queen read the document received by the palace maid, and there was a strange feeling on her perfect and cold face.

This emotion seemed to be emotion, and it seemed to be anger again.

Or just a moment of loss of mind and memory.

Only she herself knows what it is.

Since Yuanwu ascended the throne and the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed in her hands, she gradually felt that everything was under her control, and even without that person, everything was as she wished.

She seemed to be like a god who had truly obtained destiny, and could do anything.

However, since the Minshan Sword Association began, she seemed to have been losing.

The more she defeated, the shadow that the man left in her heart became stronger and stronger, and it became more and more widespread, as if it was about to occupy her entire body.

She threw the document into the brazier in front of her, then slowly got up, walked out of the study, walked to the back of the study, and walked deeper into the palace.
Chapter completed!