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Chapter 273 The plot behind the assassination

On the official road, the unknown sword energy is like a hurricane, blowing away the lives of all those who stand in the way.

Under this ominous hurricane, neither the three hundred elite soldiers of the Red Armor Army sent by the imperial court to escort Ye Shilin, nor Ye Shilin, a god-refining master, nor the Buddhist masters who came with him were spared.

This is not the first time that Xuanjian and Zhanri have killed Lian Shen. Among the eighteen assassinations they have cooperated with, each assassination target has been a Lian Shen warrior, and the strength of each of them is above the 'Yang Shen'.

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Compared with those assassinated targets, Ye Shilin, who was assassinated this time, was a bit weak.

Although the Buddhist master who helped Ye Shilin was unexpected, he was eventually killed by Xuanjian's sword.

"Eternal life to control demons and kill souls."

The black and white swords flew through the air like the wings of flying swallows, killing Ye Shilin's vitality and Yin Shen, and plundering the spiritual imprint in the true energy as the material to sharpen the sword's will.

After the killing, Xuan Jian withdrew his swords, restrained his murderous intent, and patted his head with a somewhat troubled mind, "The situation is not very good now, even Buddhists are involved. If we kill this Buddhist, I'm afraid we will have to do it again."

Made an enemy."

"That's the master's business. We are only responsible for killing people." He said calmly, hiding the sun and returning the sword to its sheath.

He was not in a good mood. This time, his main targets were all killed by Xuan Jian, and he was outmatched again.

"That's right, let Master go away the headache."

Xuanjian waved his hand, picked up the wine gourd with a lot of blood splattered on his waist, and took a swig.

Killing, drinking, and maybe practicing swordsmanship, Xuanjian's life is that simple. As for other things, leave it to the teacher to worry about.

Anyway, the killing was the master's order. Xuan Jian and the two completed the task meticulously, so no one can blame them.

The two of them stepped over the corpses lying on the road and slowly disappeared at the end of the official road.

The mission was completed. Although the appearance of the Buddhist master was somewhat unexpected, under Xia Mo's two most powerful swords, he still could not escape the fate of death.

Half an hour after Xuanjian and Zhanri left, they appeared on the official road again.

The leader, wearing a wolf mask on his head and a dark-colored long sword on his waist, was clearly the Wolf Head, one of the two chiefs of the Jingwu Division.

Or, it should be called the hell realm.

Next to the wolf leader was Li Xuanting, the southern commander of the Jingwu Division.

The wolf head pressed the sword with one hand, glanced at the corpses on the ground with a stern gaze, and praised: "Xia Mo's Seven Swords are really good, especially Xuan Jian. The killing power of the black and white swords is no less than those of the world-famous ferocious swords."

Soldiers, under the double sword, there is no chance of survival."

Many of the corpses on the ground were in a shriveled state, and it was obvious at first glance that they had suffered excessive loss of vitality.

The human body is actually quite fragile. As long as a vital part of the body is injured, the person is basically close to death.

Many times, people die not because of a lack of vitality, but because of injuries to vital organs. Therefore, even a corpse, as long as it is not long after death, still has some vitality in the body.

But the corpses of those killed by Xuanjian were completely lifeless, even if they had just been dead for half an hour. This is because Xuanjian's sword energy also killed all the vitality when killing people, so it caused

Such a situation.

"The Seven Swords of Xia Mo really did not disappoint me," Langshou said with a smile, stroking his palms, "Commander Li, please go with me to report the unfortunate news to the descendant of the Buddha, and let the young monk avenge his fellow practitioners."

"Yes." Li Xuanting responded.

However, his face was a bit gloomy, and after agreeing, he asked: "Langshou, why didn't your Majesty order the expulsion of Buddhism? These thieves caused heavy losses to Daxia sixty years ago, and now they are back again, why don't you have any

A little reaction, and let it get involved in the fight for the right to inherit the throne."

In Daxia, it was against the law for monks to practice martial arts, and they would be punished as disobedient crimes, ranging from death to death, and in severe cases, from copying the three clans. These are clearly written in the Daxia Code.

But recently, Buddhism returned to Daxia and supported the prince with great fanfare. However, Emperor Xia showed no reaction at all. Instead, he wanted to use the power of Buddhism to fight against the Mohists. Ye Shilin was the victim who was pushed out.

Letting Ye Shilin and the Buddhists die at the hands of Xuan Jian and the others aroused the hostility of the Buddhists. For this reason, even if the governor of Jiangnan died on the road and the court lost face, he would not hesitate.

"Your Majesty's actions in recent years have become increasingly incomprehensible. Langshou, you are a close minister of the Emperor. What do you think His Majesty's intentions are?" Li Xuanting asked.

In fact, Wolf Head doesn't know what the purpose is. Even if the person occupying Wolf Head's body is the hell realm, with the Netherworld Sect's information channels and different thoughts, he still can't figure out Emperor Xia's intention.

It can only be said that Emperor Xia's operations in recent years have been very confusing. Many people cannot understand Emperor Xia's intentions, even the head of the Jingwu Division who is a close official of the emperor.

Not only the wolf head, but also the head of the Jingwu Division may not necessarily understand what Emperor Xia meant.

However, Langshou understands one thing, that is, Emperor Xia's strength has become more and more advanced in recent years. Even with the combined knowledge of Hell Dao and Wolfshou, they cannot figure out the level of Emperor Xia's strength.

After seizing the wolf's head from the hell realm and returning to Jidu, he went to the palace to meet Emperor Xia once.

It was that time that Hell Realm almost thought that his identity had been exposed.

Under those eyes that were as bright as the sky and as deep as the abyss, there was a feeling that there was no secret in the hell realm and everything was seen through. At that moment, he almost couldn't help but take action and try to fight his way out of the palace.

It was that time that Hell Dao left an unfathomable impression on Emperor Xia.

"Jingwu Si is His Majesty's sharp sword. Don't doubt the owner's intentions, otherwise the sword should be replaced."

Hell Dao said according to the tone of the wolf head: "Your Majesty has a far-sighted vision. It is not for us to figure it out. We only need to act according to the order."

"This..." Li Xuanting lowered his head and said, "Yes, I understand."

Although Emperor Xia's operation is very confusing, it has not yet reached the point of harming the country and the people. It is a bit puzzling that it is currently targeting the Mohist family and wooing the Buddhists.

In fact, winning over Buddhism has also enhanced the strength of the imperial court. If it does not involve royal hatred, in a sense, it is still a good thing.

So even though Li Xuanting was confused, he could only say that he was not standing high enough to see the scenery in Emperor Xia's eyes.

"Leave."

The two of them left directly without collecting the bodies on the ground.

They want to convey this news to Buddhism and let them go to conquer the Mohists on behalf of Jingwu Si, and let the two sides fight against each other.

Then a few hours later, it was almost dusk, and under the red light of the setting sun, several figures hurriedly came towards them, the leader of whom was a handsome monk carrying a sword pouch on his back.
Chapter completed!
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