Laughing at Chang'an

"Is Li Shen fascinated?"

This is a luxuriously decorated lounge. Wang Zhen leaned on the soft sofa and whispered to Wei Su who was sitting on the other side.The latter stirred the black tea in front of him with a teaspoon, smiled at Wang Zhen who was asking questions, and nodded.

"You have been with him all the time, shouldn't you know better than me?"

Wang Zhen frowned in displeasure, and asked, "Where are the others? Feng He, Liu Abao, Mu Xiaobai, and Na Luo Jianjian."

"Feng He defeated Du Zhong and is heading towards Weiyang Palace. Liu Abao and Mu Xiaobai separated outside Dongyang Collection. The former entered Dongyang Collection, while the latter seemed to be going to Nancheng. Luo Jian, Lei Hao and Jack met on the road. Xue Tu sniped, Lei Hao Jack died, Luo Jianjian was rescued by Feng He, and they were taken to Weiyang Palace together, that's probably it."

Wang Zhen didn't know Li Shen's plan, and he couldn't judge anything from the information, but at least he was very clear that he and Rong Hu were not included in the other party's plan, and the adjutant left them with only one sentence: want to way to survive.It was precisely because he knew the seriousness of the matter that he chose this place as his destination without hesitation. Even if his identity that had been hidden all along was exposed, he had to save his and Ronghu's lives.

After this incident, he might not be able to stay in Chang'an.

Wang Zhen sighed weakly, and quietly turned his gaze to the window on the right, where he could faintly see the blood slaughter mercenaries outside the gate who still hadn't left.

"I want to see the sage." He asked again.

Feeling speechless by his unrelenting attitude, Wei Su picked up his teacup and took a sip, raising his eyes to show helplessness.

"I'm at best a messenger. As for whether the sage is willing to see you, no matter how hard you make things difficult for me, I can't help it."

"Then help me pass the message to him." Wang Zhen sat up and stared at the other party without blinking, "Now, immediately."

"Tell him, if he refuses to see me, then don't blame me for disregarding the overall situation and telling Li Shen everything."

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The small black car parked quietly in the square in front of the palace. Feng He unbuckled his seat belt, reached out and patted Du Zhong who was sitting in the passenger seat, and then rushed to the back row to wave to Luo Jianjian.

He pushed the door and got out of the car.

Luo Jianjian followed hesitantly, looked around anxiously, but heard Feng He ask him: "You are an assassin, how is your shadow step?"

He hesitated, and whispered: "It's okay."

Shadow step can be said to be an entry-level skill for assassins. Luo Jianjian has naturally practiced it like a fire, but he has no confidence in his heart, so naturally he can't say anything confident.Fortunately, Feng He didn't delve into it, just nodded and said, "Follow me."

Before the words fell, the others had disappeared in place.

Luo Jianjian had been prepared for a long time, but he was still taken aback. Naturally, the opponent used shadow steps, and it was much more powerful than he imagined.The two flashed in front of the square, Feng He's every step seemed random, but in fact he stepped in the best offensive and defensive position. He didn't shy away from using the crowd in the square as a barrier, like a ghost that eluded , led Luo Jianjian to go down Maqiao quickly.

On the dismounting bridge less than 50 meters away, mercenaries in blood slaughter uniforms were lined up neatly, led by Feng Wu who had just confronted Li Shen.

He stared viciously at Feng He who kept flashing in the crowd, all the resentment he had accumulated at Li Shen just now was transferred to Feng He.

Li Shen, who is half-stepped into the altar, is no match for him, but Feng He, who is also a nine-step immortal, can't think of presumptuousness in front of him.

Fenghe boarded the Xiama Bridge.

A stream of blood beads fluttered in the air, his ghostly figure flitted among the Xuetu crowd, and he rushed to less than five meters in front of Feng Wu in an instant.Seeing this situation, Feng Wu raised his right hand and ordered his subordinates indifferently——

"Open the armor."

The blood light shone across the Xiama Bridge, and a cold and cruel light emanated from the blood demon armor on the blood slaughter mercenaries. They were right here, at the gate of the guild, brazenly activated the armor booster.

An iron tablet engraved with the iron law of mercenaries stood not far away.

Luo Jianjian, whose heart couldn't stop beating wildly, followed Feng He, his whole head was in a daze, these people are crazy, absolutely crazy...

Feng He stopped in front of Feng Wu.

He knelt down.

Luo Jian, who had no time to react, followed his footsteps and stepped on his arched back.Feng He reached out his hand to support the bend of his leg, pulled himself up, and sent him high into the sky.

Luo resolutely flew over the towering palace wall, looking at Fenghe below in mid-air.

The latter smiled at him.

Then he was pierced through the heart by an iron gun.

All kinds of weapons penetrated into Fenghe's body from all directions, and scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth like a stream.

Feng He blinked wearily, and looked at Feng Wu who was holding an iron gun in front of him.

He smiled lazily and shook his head at the other party.

"Want to kill me? You are not qualified."

A low and hoarse crow sounded from the spear three feet behind him. Above it, the hooked crow's claw stretched and stretched like a living thing. It suddenly fell off the gun and plunged into Fenghe's body. back.

Feng Wu lowered his head in astonishment, the blood demon armor on his body was actually melting, not only him, but the blood demon armor on all the blood slaughter mercenaries were melting rapidly, returning to their original appearance.

One after another, weird and scarlet hands of blood stretched out from them towards Fenghe.

Feng He also showed a surprised expression, watching these bloody hands pounce on him in amazement, wrapping his whole body inside, turning into a huge blood cocoon.

The three-foot long spear let out a mournful cry of joy.

The blood slaughter mercenaries without armor stared blankly at the huge blood cocoon in the field. Even Feng Wu couldn't figure out what happened. In their line of sight, the blood cocoon shrank little by little, and finally disappeared completely. .

Feng He stood there, holding a spear in his hand that had completely changed its appearance.

Sixteen scarlet prismatic gemstones are embedded in the body of the gun, the one on the handle is extra large, covering almost the entire palm, the originally barbed claw blade has turned into a ring full of sharp thorns, the tiny Blood-red lightning wrapped around it, exuding a frightening aura.

——This seems to be what it should have been like.

"The crown of blood thorns...how come it is in your hands?" Feng Wu asked in shock.

During the Millennium War, the three holy artifacts of the Blood Empire, the Blood Crown of Thorns representing the 'royal power', have left countless legends even now.Feng He silently stared at the bloody spear in his hand, a mocking smile silently appeared on his pale face due to excessive blood loss.

"I see."

He sighed and said that many questions that had been unclear had been answered at this moment, but this answer did not make him happy at all.

Feng He raised his head and looked at Feng Wu in front of him.

"Do you still want to kill me?"

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The dark clouds all over the sky cleared away, Li Shen stood in the sky riding a dragon, his black hair danced wildly in the wind like a waterfall, and the butchered cow was lifted upside down in his hand, looking down on everyone.

He sighed.

As if aware of the sadness in his heart, Haitang on the corner of the building below put her hands on the strings of the piano, and gently plucked a piece of Changxiangshou.Li Shen couldn't help laughing at her gentle consolation.

He really doesn't understand the needle in the bottom of a woman's heart.

Raising the butcher's knife with a flip of his hand, Li Shen calmed down his distracting thoughts and looked down at Hades.

The old man held the scepter, his gaze fell quietly on Li Shen's face, the wide hem of his robe moved with the wind, around his body, a huge source vortex was gathering silently and quickly, and in this big vortex there were countless small ones. The vortex is like a honeycomb full of mesh.

Finally seeing the true face of the opponent's domain with his own eyes, Li Shen asked himself that he could not control the source of the outside world to such a level, but he did not intend to compete with Hades in terms of experience and control. What he is good at, It was never about control.

Li Shen raised the butcher's knife with both hands.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

Dazzling white light gathered on the blade, inch by inch, foot by foot, foot by foot... straight into the sky endlessly.Under this shocking scene, Li Shen's figure became smaller and smaller, like a small stone, standing under this giant blade that towered above heaven and earth.

Hades finally changed his face.

For the altar, the biggest threat is not from the outside world, but its own irresistible process of assimilating with the world.The more they use the external source energy, the more assimilation will be deepened. For them, if they want to live longer, it is best not to fight with others, otherwise, if they are not careful, their bodies will return to heaven and earth, and they will end up with no bones. Save the fate.

If Li Shen uses the energy of heaven and earth like crazy, even if it is an altar, his body will not be able to bear it.

The old man raised his scepter with sullen hands, and the vortex surrounding him expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the persecution of Li Shen, a lunatic, he had no choice but to untie the restraints he had set for himself and mobilize all his strength. External sources can build defenses.

It was literally forcing him to die.

If Li Shen's knife falls, I'm afraid this Chang'an will be wiped out... Standing on the sidelines, Yang Baobao clenched his sleeves silently. Both Li Shen and Hades are her closest people. No matter which one of them died, it was something she could not accept.

She was very uncomfortable, her heart seemed to be grabbed out, and it was throbbing in pain.

But she couldn't stop them.

Without power, she can't do anything, she can only look at it like this, in vain and despair.

Under this earth-shattering scene, Haitang sat in the corner of the collapsed building, playing a quiet piece of Changxiangshou.The soft sound of the piano was incompatible with this scene. She lowered her head, not looking at the light of the knife soaring into the sky, nor at Li Shen standing under the knife.

A gaze shot at her from the side, piercing like ice, Haitang didn't look up, but she knew who it was.

She sighed silently in her heart——

【Why bother, you and I are just destined to be the clouds behind him. 】

The trembling strings made a final mournful sound, and amidst its sobbing tremors, a dazzling and intense knife light descended from the sky.

Everything is flooded with light.