Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 11 11. One encounter with a stormy dragon

The seventh prince was in the air, and the hundreds of red lines in the master's sleeve had broken through, and he had nowhere to hide.

No matter how clumsy he is and how strong his internal strength is, before this embroidering vigor that can penetrate steel into iron, he is destined to have only one result, that is, his legs are passed through by the embroidery needle, and then he falls to the ground, kneels, crawls, and wailes.

The Chief General thought so, and so did the three hundred guards.

And Xia Ji, who was in extreme movement, also responded. His left hand suddenly stood on his chest, showing respect with one hand. This movement made his whole person suddenly seem to stand still.

Obviously he was coming in extremely fast, but the whole person was suddenly in a state of extreme silence.

Between the extreme movement and the extreme silence, a mysterious magic was brewing, which was incomprehensible and unable to look away.

But at this moment, his body "expanded" a circle, and black Buddha light sprayed out of his tens of thousands of pores, forming a layer of Ming Wang's form three feet from his body.

He was angry, carrying fierce fire on his back, holding a bright sword in his right hand, and a black silk rope in his left hand. The sword slashed three thousand troubles, and three thousand demons were imprisoned.

This is the body of Fudo Ming Wang.

The red thread embroidered flowers, breaking through the air, and the sound of cracking silk swelled in the short space. Then, the little bit of cold light poured into Xia Ji's legs.

But all the cold light touched the Fa-image three feet away, as if hitting the hardest substance in the world, making a string of "ding, ding, ding," crisp sounds.

The embroidery needles fell one after another, all of them broken.

This result shocked the Chief Executive. The Sunflower Book is all right, but what is the **** Buddha Dharma image of His Highness Seven? How can it be possible to defend the embroidery spirit of the Sunflower Collection?

Xia Ji's speed didn't slow down, and after a thought, Ming Wang Jianfaxiang had already slashed towards the general manager.

Although the general manager was stunned, he was always the emperor's close attendant, helping the emperor to prevent how many assassinations. At this time, seeing the sword of light fell, a great horror before death suddenly appeared in his heart, and this horror caused him. The potential is stimulated, and the reaction speed of the whole person is several times faster.

He moved backwards suddenly, relying on the ghostly speed of the Sunflower Book to abruptly pulled out an afterimage and moved a metre away.

Sword cut the afterimage.

The afterimage shattered.

The Great Sword of Light darts past the front door of the General Manager and broke his gas mask, leaving a shallow blood mark from his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Obviously, the general manager is much better than the father-in-law.

Before Xia Ji landed, the thirty-three rosary suddenly appeared in his left hand. The rosary coincided with the black silk cord. When he closed his eyes, he thought, his heart moved at will, and his hand moved with his heart.

Then he launched the rosary.

The rosary overlapped with the left hand of Ming Wang, showing two clear and frozen phantoms in the air.

Then, the rosary disappeared and the silk rope disappeared,

A fine golden bright spot appeared on the palm of Xia Ji's left hand.

This bright spot keeps getting bigger at the speed that human optic nerve can just detect,

From a point to the size of a nail,

To the palm size,

The electricity spread out in circles,

Until it turned into a golden **** that quickly became larger and spinning!

The general manager had already seen the golden **** flying in, he wanted to avoid it, but his body couldn't keep up with his own thoughts, because all this was so fast that he could see but couldn't react, he could only watch in horror The golden **** filled his eyes until he could no longer see the imperial city or any other things in his eyes.

Bang!

The **** hit the general manager, and the golden light instantly penetrated into him.

The chief executive stayed in place.

Wait until everything is gone.

The general manager has already knelt down, and his skin is bound by a layer of golden light. Every time he struggles, the golden light will agitate, and the restraint will become tighter.

Xia Ji walked in the snow and walked to the general manager.

Snapped.

The emperor's attendant finally lost his balance, and was bound by this invisible power. He threw himself in front of Xia Ji, his face on the ground, blood flowing.

The father-in-law in the distance was stunned. He thought that the general manager might not be the opponent of His Highness Seven, but he was caught after only one move.

Although the general manager did not give his full strength, did the seven His Highnesses do their best?

The guards in front of the city gate couldn't believe it. Is this really the Seventh Prince who has lived in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for more than two years?

Such a tyrant

Xia Ji walked to the general manager and looked down at the close attendant. He suddenly raised his boots.

Snapped.

One foot has already stepped on the head of the master.

The general manager showed a vicious color in his eyes, thinking about struggling, but every struggling could only make the golden light beam tighter, and even tightly constricted his meridians, making him like his martial arts abolished. .

Xia Ji said, "I ask one sentence, and you answer one sentence."

The chief snorted coldly, he was quite careless, because he never expected the Seven Princes to be so powerful, nor did he expect that he could practice the Grand Master of the Sunflower Treasure, and be caught by a single face. At this moment, he screamed: "Xiu People of the Buddha are compassionate. You have read the Buddhist scriptures for two years, and the methods are so cruel. Are you not afraid of tainting your mind?"

Click.

Moved by a thought.

The golden light suddenly shrank under the general manager's legs. Although those leg bones had been beaten as steel, but under the golden light, they still collapsed directly.

Suddenly the pain struck, even the chief manager could not help but let out a miserable howl, "Ah, ah, ah!!!"

Xia Ji didn’t have any mercy in his heart. If he had mercy, he would pass the dagger to his opponent. That would be the benevolence of a woman. He stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two years, just like the grandson monkey under the Wuzhi Mountain For two years.

Somehow Sun Monkey was led to Xitian to cultivate Zhengguo, what about himself? Someone also took it himself, but they led it to death.

If he hadn't been able to lift this "mountain", then he would have become a wasteful waste that was used by the royal family from beginning to end.

Xia Ji did not explain either.

Just said indifferently: "If you talk nonsense, it's your hands. If your legs are broken, you can still embroider in a wheelchair, but if your hands are broken, then you really become a worthless waste. Isn't it, Chief Executive?"

The general manager was sweaty, trembling all over, and his face pale.

Xia Ji continued: "Nod if you understand, curse twice if you don't understand."

Hearing the calm voice, the chief manager only felt a chill in his heart. He gasped for breath and nodded hurriedly.

"Tiger charm, where is Quan Yin?"

"It's in my arms."

Xia Ji directly bent down, and after a little groping, he took out a complete metal tiger charm and a jade seal wrapped in a red silk cloth.

Put it in his arms, and smiled gently: "Very well, you see, the trust between us has been established?"

This gentleness made the surrounding atmosphere a bit relaxed.

Xia Ji suddenly asked: "How did my mother die?"

The general manager was stunned for a while, obviously he didn't expect the Seventh Prince to ask this, he was about to speak.

Xia Ji directly interrupted him again: "Don't say anything like being assassinated and killed, and I broke his hands in the province."

The general manager's mouth was open, but he couldn't speak anymore, because he was planning to say that he was assassinated, and even the story of the assassination was flawless and could stand anyone's verification.

Seeing his silence, Xia Ji suddenly asked: "Did Concubine Wan killed it?"

The general manager shook his head subconsciously.

Xia Ji had a voice, and suddenly smiled gently: "Did the emperor kill that?"

The general manager was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)