Money in the heavens

Chapter 168: Shocking Change

"snort!"

Zhuoer ignored the middle-aged scholar's words and snorted coldly without saying anything. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͂͊̂̊̕ ͍̘̳̀͊͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́́͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

How could he not know what was going on now? It was just a fight in the court.

It was this kind of power struggle that led to his being massacred by Xiahou. How could he look down upon these people who were working for Xiahou now?

A strong murderous intention surged in Zhuoer's heart. Although he could not kill Xiahou for revenge now, he could kill his men first to recover some interest.

The middle-aged scholar was silent for a moment, and then he said to Lu Qingchen with emotion: "I didn't expect that you could successfully advance to the Dongxuan realm at your old age. Is there some secret method to Haotian Dao?"

Lu Qingchen replied harmoniously: "I followed His Highness northward for a year. I saw some different scenery and different human feelings on the grassland. I was touched, so my state of mind improved. It has nothing to do with my sect."

Upon hearing this unexpected explanation, the middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and remained silent for a long time.

"There are not many great swordsmen in Chang'an, but I don't know you." The old man Lu Qingchen looked at the middle-aged scholar covered in blood and said: "The academy is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden.

Hearing the word "Academy", the people who survived in the woods at Beishan Pass couldn't help but express doubts and shock. Could it be that the assassination of His Highness was actually related to the lofty Academy?

Ning Que subconsciously looked at the maid next to him and saw a thoughtful look on her face, but he obviously didn't believe this statement.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned, shook his head and said sadly: "I didn't expect you to see my origin. It's just that I, an unworthy young man, really don't dare to bring shame to the academy... I am just a stupid student who was expelled from the academy."

He was covered in blood, his body was shaking, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time. However, facing such a one and only enemy, the surviving prairie barbarians and guards in the convoy were very nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Ning Que was also nervous, but his emotions were more of excitement and confusion.

However, Zhuoer was a little impatient and said:

"Whatever it takes, either retreat or start a war. Don't waste time here!"

Immediately, he took action against the two martial arts masters just now. Obviously, these two masters who were different from the original ones should be Xiahou's temporary trump card after getting the news about the caravan.

It's a pity that they didn't expect that Zhuoer's realm strength had reached this level.

The drow, who had gathered the strength of the team behind him, was incomparably stronger. His surge in power was beyond the ability of two ordinary Dongxuan realm warriors to withstand.

The spear in his hand swept across and directly hit the chests of the two warriors in front of him. Drow's heart was filled with hatred and murderous intent, and the powerful force made the entire air distort.

The expressions of the two people changed drastically, and they stepped back hard, trying to avoid Zhuoer's full blow.

But how could Zhuoer let the two of them go? Not only was he powerful, but he was also incredibly fast, giving them no chance to evade.

"Bang!"

The silver gun in his hand hit the two men's arms directly in front of their chests.

"Kacha~Kacha~"

The sound of broken bones came, and at this moment the two of them couldn't help but feel regretful. They relied on the strength of their own warriors, with their condensed armor and powerful bodies, and they didn't care whether they had weapons or not.

But the reality gave them a huge blow. If there were weapons to buffer them, although they would be injured, their arms and bones could still be protected from breaking.

"Pfft~"

The two of them flew backwards, vomiting blood. They were obviously defeated by the drow's blow. There was a look of fear in their eyes, and they were about to speak.

But Zhuoer didn't give the two of them a chance to speak. He clicked twice with the silver gun in his hand and stabbed the two of them directly in the throat. The two of them could only die with attachment to life.

On the other side, fallen leaves danced rapidly beside the big tree. The middle-aged scholar's green shirt, which was wet with blood, suddenly swelled sharply. Several streams of blood spurted out from his facial features, as if there was a terrifying invisible force coming from those fallen leaves. In a short time, it poured into his body from heaven and earth, forcing out all his strength mixed with blood!

"Contain the heaven and the earth within it!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen suddenly changed his color. He looked at the middle-aged scholar and yelled angrily: "The people in the academy are using demon sect methods? You...you actually dare to bully your master and destroy your ancestors!"

The battle at Beishan Pass was extremely dangerous and tragic, but the old man remained unmoved from beginning to end. In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty, since the enemy and our camps already existed, victory or defeat, life or death, was an ordinary matter, and did not involve so-called moral justice. But when he discovered that the middle-aged The scholar used the devil's method of self-destruction and finally couldn't help but get angry for the first time!

"If you are on the right path, why be afraid of using magic means." The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, pointed at the drow who had just stabbed two warriors to death, and said calmly: "If this is sinking, then let me sink. In the underworld, you will never be reincarnated."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep blood mark suddenly appeared on the root of his right index finger, and the white bones appeared. He only heard a muffled groan, and his index finger pulled away from his palm, suddenly accelerated, and turned into a blood shadow, whizzing out, piercing Drow's head. !

Absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth into the body, not hesitating to violently collapse the body, repairing one's own body into the flying sword of life, and condensing the lifelong skills into one strike, is the most typical method of the devil sect!

For the team at this time, Zhuo Er is the biggest reliance. Although Lu Qingchen may still have combat power, the mind master is the most mysterious in the imagination of ordinary people. Only they themselves know that the seemingly magical mind power is actually a double-edged sword. While killing the enemy, it will also cause great damage to the mind master's own spiritual sea of ​​​​consciousness and even the body.

Therefore, Lu Qingchen's threat is obviously much smaller than Zhuo Er who killed the two warriors.

Zhuo Er has been alert to the surroundings after killing the two warriors. He immediately discovered the middle-aged scholar's idea, and took a defensive position with the silver spear in his hand. He shouted:

"Defend!"

The pear blossoms scattered, airtight.

Although the middle-aged scholar used the devil sect's method and desperately burst out an extremely powerful attack, Zhuo Er was not confused at all and defended calmly.

He also used his connection with the guards behind him to spread the middle-aged scholar's broken finger attack. Although everyone was injured, they were not seriously injured and just needed to rest for a while.

At the same time, Zhuo Er stabbed forward with a spear, gathering all his strength, and directly penetrated the middle-aged scholar's chest, killing him on the spot.

Just when Zhuo Er, Lu Qingchen and a group of guards were attracted by the middle-aged scholar's methods, Ning Que, who was hiding in the dark, instinctively felt uneasy. Thinking of the maid's mention that these people might be Xia Hou's people, he knew that Xia Hou must have a backup plan.

At this time, the leaves in the woods rustled as if it was the sound caused by the wind blowing the leaves.

But Ning Que's face changed and he pushed Li Yu to Sang Sang's side.

The thin branches above his head broke into pieces, crackling, and the mist obscured people's eyes. In the gravel, two masked men in black clothes appeared, whistling and throwing two metal balls downwards, and at the same time, the long swords behind him were pulled out of the sheath, and the coldness was piercing!

The two whistling metal balls were painted with red dots. They were kerosene bombs that only the elite troops of the Tang Dynasty were equipped with in very small quantities. The burning power was extremely terrifying.

Ning Que had been hanging out in the frontier military camp for many years, so he was naturally familiar with it. He threw away the bow and arrow as quickly as possible, reached for the handle of the knife behind him with both hands at the same time, and shouted loudly: "Umbrella!"

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