semi-system weapon

Chapter 86 Forgivable, Unforgivable
capital offense.

When these two words came out of Song Nanxing's mouth, Mo Haiqing's eyes immediately glanced at a man dressed as a guard standing beside him.

As a minister of the imperial staff, Mo Haiqing naturally has no shortage of masters around him. Although it is impossible to have super-first-class masters like Huo Tianen, there are definitely many first-class masters. This middle-aged guard is a first-class master.

Although the annihilation of the Black Armored Warrior Corps has already declared Zhang Yuan's tyranny, Mo Haiqing does not think that his guards will lose to Zhang Yuan. After a fierce fight, the remaining strength is probably extremely limited, and with such limited strength, this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy certainly cannot be the enemy of a first-class master who is waiting for work.

Receiving Mo Haiqing's signal, the middle-aged guard suddenly circled and flew up into the air like a fighter plane, swooping towards Zhang Yuan, and swung his radiant long knife in mid-air.

The sword is like a thunderbolt. Judging from the sword style alone, this middle-aged guard's force is not inferior to Zhang Yuan's at all.

The middle-aged guard descended from the sky with a knife, but Zhang Yuan just stood there indifferently, with one hand resting on the long knife at his waist, motionless, as if he had been shocked by the knife of the middle-aged guard Average stay.

A ferocious smile spread from the corners of the mouths of the middle-aged guard, Mo Haiqing, and Feng Xing. The three of them felt extremely refreshed when Zhang Yuan was about to die under the sword of the middle-aged guard.

However, at this moment, none of the three of them noticed a faint flash of light in Zhang Yuan's eyes covered by long hair.

Slaughtering Heart, Electric Slash, these skills have already consumed too much energy in Zhang Yuan, if it wasn't for the melee at this moment, Zhang Yuan would never want to use the little energy left in his body.

Although Feng Xing just said a few light words, Zhang Yuan instinctively felt that the emperor seemed to be trying to explain something, and the movements of the armored warriors around him made him understand that these warriors seemed to be trying to explain something. I don't want to fight him.

It's not that they don't want to, but if the emperor orders them to die, these fighters will work hard, but before that, he can delay a little bit.

Seeing that the middle-aged guard was about to kill Zhang Yuan, Howard shook his hands violently and wanted to stand up from the ground, but at this moment, an earth-shattering sound suddenly sounded.

The long knife that the middle-aged guard slashed fiercely was stopped by Zhang Yuan raised the knife.

Zhang Yuan seemed to have been hit by a huge blow, and his figure staggered back a few steps before he was able to stand still. His hand holding the knife seemed to be trembling slightly.

"He Yi is a master who specializes in one-sword slashing. Although he is already a master at the peak of the Seven Stars, he only has one strike, which is simple and clear but can kill people."

Mo Haiqing looked at Zhang Yuan retreating in embarrassment after being stabbed by his middle-aged guards, and couldn't help showing a smug smile, while Feng Xing beside him couldn't help smiling when he saw Zhang Yuan's trembling hands.

Can a swordsman whose hands are already trembling resist the attack of another master? The answer is obviously very clear.

Landing on the ground, no need to adjust, the middle-aged guard has already stepped forward and slashed fiercely, it is still a slash, but it is already a horizontal slash, the knife is like a rainbow, even the opponent Zhang Yuan has to admit that the middle-aged guard Knife style does have merit.

Zhang Yuan retracted his hand, lifted the long knife slightly, and also slashed towards the middle-aged guard's knife with a horizontal move.

If you don't look at the person holding the saber, if you don't look at the standard to the extreme horizontal slash, it will make people think that the two sabers are from the same person, and the power of the two sabers when they meet is indeed similar.

Zhang Yuan took a few steps back again, his breathing seemed to be rapid, his chest heaved sharply, and it seemed that he would fall down in the next second, while the middle-aged guard also took a few steps back, but he was not breathing, his hands and feet were not moving. trembling.

A slight doubt flashed in Howard's eyes, and then he turned his head to look at Song Nanxing not far away. Although Howard's force value is not high, after all, he has been the Marshal of the Empire for many years, and he has such a life-and-death friend as Huo Tianen, so his eyesight is still good of.

Zhang Yuan's situation at this time seems to be in a crisis, but in fact, the middle-aged guard has not gained any benefits so far. The two knives, different angles and different strengths have not affected Zhang Yuan in the slightest. Looking far away, he looked more and more embarrassed, but in fact nothing happened, pure appearance deception.

cheat.

Instinctively, Howard had such a tactic that often appeared in wars in his mind, and because of this idea, Howard temporarily stopped paying attention to Zhang Yuan, but went to find Song Nanxing.

Although Feng Xing is the largest in the Northern Ireland Institute, Feng Xing cannot do whatever he wants. In recent hundreds of years, the authority of the law in the Northern Ireland Institute seems to have gradually subverted the authority of the imperial power.

If Song Nanxing said that Zhang Yuan and his son were innocent, then no matter how much Feng Xing wanted to kill Zhang Yuan and his son, he would think twice, unless Feng Xing could formally brew an irreversible conflict in Northern Ireland without worrying about the law and imperial power After all, Huo Tianen is not an ordinary person. In terms of influence in Northern Ireland, there is probably no one who can compare with Huo Tianen.

As soon as Howard looked at Song Nanxing, the latter had already reacted immediately, and being able to become the Minister of Political Science and Law is naturally not stupid. Song Nanxing almost immediately thought of Howard's purpose, his brows were slightly frowned, and then he let out a deep breath .

Song Nanxing is over 110 years old this year. With his five-star strength, 150 years old is already the limit of his lifespan. He no longer has much interest in those things, and all he can think about now is leaving a lasting legacy.

And how could he, who was an official of the Northern Ireland Institute as early as 90 years ago, not know Huo Tianen? In fact, he had already met Huo Tianen when he became the emperor of the Northern Ireland Institute and got acquainted with Huo Tianen more than [-] years ago. For this It's not that he doesn't have a good impression of the young man.

Song Nanxing took a deep breath and wanted to speak, but at this moment, the battle between the middle-aged guards and Zhang Yuan changed.

The middle-aged bodyguard who always used one knife slash slashed 13 knives in a row and was blocked by Zhang Yuan, but suddenly the knife he slashed out was blocked by Zhang Yuan again. When he stretched his arm, he miraculously changed the shape of the blocked knives. The running trajectory displayed an extremely weird technique.

At this time, Zhang Yuan had exhausted his knife style due to inertia, and the middle-aged guard's knife came to Zhang Yuan's neck without any hindrance. Before Zhang Yuan could react, the blade had already cut Zhang Yuan's skin.

The blood slid down, and the knife seemed to have killed Zhang Yuan, the middle-aged guards, Mo Haiqing, and Feng Xing all showed ferocious and proud smiles on their faces.

However, the smiles of the three people did not spread. The middle-aged guard's smile suddenly froze on his face. A long knife was inserted into his throat fiercely, and a white and delicate hand at the end of the slender blade held the knife firmly. The middle-aged guard looked along the hand in disbelief, and Zhang Yuan's eyes were indifferent and cold into his sight. There was no shortness of breath, no heaving chest, only a calm and robot-like average man.

(End of this chapter)