Outside the palace, above the sky, the battle lasted for a long time.

Many clouds and lead mists in the sky were shattered, revealing a corner of the blue sky behind it, looking like a cleansing, like the continuous lakes and swamps on the dry land after heavy rain.

The lights of the sky split the clouds down, like swords cutting the heaven and earth, gradually gathering together, forming a large clear sky.

Half the city is windy and rainy and half the city is sunny.

At the edge of their intersection, raindrops were illuminated by golden light, falling all over the sky and the earth, which looked very beautiful.

The clouds blocked the sight. In the thunder that sounded from time to time, the people on the city wall looked up in awe, imagining the stunning battle behind the clouds.

The sound of phoenix cries that sound from time to time can still make people feel palpitations even if they are far apart.

In their eyes, it was a war between gods, which only existed in legendary and strange ambitions. It was never seen in the founding of Zhao State for a hundred years, but at this moment it was so sudden and clear that it was placed in front of everyone.

Time passes extremely slowly.

In front of the palace, Zhao Xianger was wearing a wide phoenix robe, like a fire that never faded. The vermilion bird and fire pestle in her hand was burning with golden light, and the inscriptions on it were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and it was unpredictable.

The fire phoenix that defended the city was connected with her, so she could not only see the scene on the clouds, but also suffered the backlash of the wounds of the Vermilion Bird.

Gradually, her cheeks were like tender lotus washed by autumn frost, slowly fading away the blood color, and blood slowly oozing out between her seven orifices, just like the wrong cinnabar on the porcelain man.

But the people in the palace had been dismissed by her, and the empty square was lonely and no one could see this scene.

The sound of thunder rolled in, and every time she passed, her already petite body shook lightly.

The cool breeze was not over, and it swept through her ears, brushing up strands of black hair, and sometimes it fell on her body with light and sometimes it was rain.

How long after, the clouds gradually closed.

"Go back." The girl said as if she was murmured.

A nearly invisible shadow of the fire phoenix fell from the clouds and fell back into the vermilion bird's burning fire pestle.

Zhao Xianger wiped the blood from her face, pushed away the wet hair on her face, shook her body several times, and almost fell down before she walked back to the hall with a slight pace.

The palace formation is still there!

In a alley in the imperial city, a black shadow fell and the blue bricks cracked.

A child who was still looking at the sky from afar was startled, but surprisingly did not turn around and escape. He watched helplessly as an old man who was like charcoal climbed up from the ground. His body was covered with holes, and hissing white air was still pouring under the rain.

A woman who was about to come to hug the child saw this scene. She covered her mouth and was so scared that she trembled all over, but she didn't know where the courage came from. She picked up the child, rushed back to the room and slammed the door heavily, and then used all her strength to pick up a hatchet and hid behind the door, staring at the closed wooden door, sweating like a cold sweat.

But the old man turned a blind eye to them.

He dragged the broken body and walked slowly across the street. The blood in his body had evaporated, with only a terrifying wound, and the incision was pale.

He looked back at the palace, still feeling unwilling.

He knew that Zhao Xianger was injured much worse than him, but he still had no means to break through the palace in a short period of time, and after all, he became worried that he would become a little late.

His current state is only about the fifth floor of the Ziting Realm. If the person at the peak of the Immortal Sect, he would really lose his way.

But looking at Nanzhou, there are only a handful of people in that state, and Zhao Xianger has no time to make such arrangements in advance.

But... I'm afraid of anything.

He looked at the closed doors on the street, and his heart was filled with an unknown anger.

He wants to kill someone.

...

...

The earth-shaking movements in the palace spread throughout the imperial city.

Even many people hiding at home because of fear, they couldn't help but push the window and open the door, and looked at the pillar of fire that was penetrated directly into the sky from afar.

From a distance, the pillar of fire is extremely thin, like a line condensed by magma, but it has a shocking beauty.

Outside the National Master's Mansion, Zhao Xianger had left the mansion, and the news of infiltrating into the palace has been passed back here.

Those powerful killers from the country of ​​King or Rongguo knew that they were being fooled and were full of resentment. They wanted to kill to the palace immediately until the pillar of fire lit up, and the bitter murderous intent blew across the huge city like a frost sword, and the thoughts in their hearts were also destroyed.

On a tall building outside the National Master's Mansion, a handsome young man was wearing colorful clothes and colorful satin floated around him, like colorful soul insects.

He is the most powerful assassin in the country of Feng.

Rather than being an assassin, it is actually a killer, because he never deliberately kills people in secret. Instead, he likes to wear the most eye-catching bright colorful clothes and wears heavy makeup, as if he wants everyone to notice him and this deadly living ghost walking in the world.

In the dark, a man with a sabre walked out and asked, "What should I do now?"

The colorful ghost's voice was very thin, with an annoying tone, and said, "What? The famous Yanhu swordsman is scared?"

The man with a sword sneered, "That's a battle between immortals, not something we can get involved. So what if you are famous in the colorful ghost? If that aura that soars into the sky just now is in front of you, would you dare to get close?"

The colorful ghost narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "We are killers and assassins. We are just waiting for an opportunity. When you meet such an immortal who calls the wind and rain, you can take a detour. Do you still want to try whether your quick knife can cut off the immortal's head?"

The man with a sword said indifferently: "One of us is the least like an assassin. Maybe you are shocking the snake, letting Zhao Xianger notice it and try to escape."

Another woman masked with veil said coldly: "Our top ten assassins in the country were teased by a sixteen-year-old girl. Do you still have the face to go back?"

A man with similar costumes beside her said in a deep voice: "I always think there is something strange about this. Since entering the city, there have been too many strange things. We stayed outside here, just like a headless fly... This Zhao City is far less simple than we thought."

The woman nodded gently: "I was uneasy when I entered the city, but I didn't expect that the water in this small pond was so deep."

The man looked to the other end of the street and said, "Qiu Li, you are a Zhao man. Do you know any secrets? Don't hide anything at this time."

A man wearing a witch robe came over and was the chief disciple of the witch, Qiu Li.

He looked at everyone and said, "My master only asked me to act according to the original plan. Now that Immortal Lin cannot go back, the Blood Feather Lord is gone, and the master has no news. Such changes are unexpected."

The woman sneered: "I shouldn't have believed that the old man wrongly. I thought that as the lord of the witchcraft of a country, he should have extraordinary features. Now it seems that the people of Zhao are the same. They have opened the door to meet the enemy, and they still have so few backs, and they deserve to be destroyed."

The young man in colorful clothes listened to their conversation and suddenly laughed on the eaves, his laughter sharply.

The woman said angrily: "You really think that our opponent is still a little girl with a bad breast? The Blood Feather Lord is gone, and the woman who cut a fairy sword before has disappeared. How much weight does you really think of your title as the number one assassin have? It's not worth mentioning in the world! Zhao Xianger, who is now in the palace, can easily crush you with one finger."

The colorful clothes stood on the corner of the eaves, with colorful satin floating beside him, which was very eye-catching.

He made a gesture of wiping his neck and said, "What can I do? Cry with you? Haha, even if Zhao Xianger cut off my head with a sword, before my head landed, I could still laugh."

As a woman, she couldn't help but touch the ugly scar under her veil, her eyes became even more gloomy. She pressed her hand on her waist, wanting to try how many pounds the person who ranks three higher than her.

In just a blink of an eye, her hands froze. Her pupils, as she looked at the colorful ghost, suddenly shrank, and her face was full of horror.

Everyone noticed something strange and looked at the eaves.

The colorful ghost stopped strangely, and a very thin line lit up on his neck, and then bloodshots flew away. His body was still standing still, but his head had fallen from the air. There was an exaggerated smile on his face with heavy makeup.

After a moment, his body lost its support and fell to the ground with a slam. Blood splattered everywhere. The colorful satin was torn apart by some force, and it was sprinkled down like paper money, covering his body.

Those assassins who looked at the colorful ghost seemed to be deaf in their ears. After a long period of loss, they gradually came back to their senses. They couldn't believe that the number one assassin in the country who was still laughing wildly was already a cold corpse.

Who killed him?

The colorful ghost himself couldn't believe it. He had three substitute treasure talismans and one Qianli substitute death talisman that was useless, so his head was cut off.

At some point, everyone looked up.

At the eaves where the colorful clothes fell to the ground, an old man stood without a human form.

The old man's body was as if he had been struck by thunder, burned by fire and hit by countless arrows, giving people the illusion that he could break into pieces with a light punch.

"Master...Master!" Qiu Li suddenly screamed, unable to believe what he saw in front of him.

He looked at the old man who was not like a human or a ghost, and knelt down and shouted, "Master, you are still alive. It's great. I keep sticking to this place as you told me, never leaving you."

"Oh? Are you calling me?" The old man chuckled and his figure fell in front of Qiu Li.

The old fox looked at the trembling young man crawling on the ground, suddenly reached out and twisted his head, pulled it off, and threw it on the ground: "This is your master."

Qiu Li didn't dare to take a look at him more, but just shouted: "Master, don't joke with your disciples. What does your master have to do? I will do it even if I go through fire and water."

The old fox kicked the witch master on the ground on the head, tearing off the shattered body, and sneered: "You are smart. When you first saw me, you knew that I was not your master, but you still pretended to be like this. Why can't you even have the idea of ​​avenging your master? You are so afraid that I will kill you?"

Qiu Li knocked on the ground with his forehead, so scared that he even held his breath and did not dare to make any sound.

The old fox sighed and said regretfully: "I wanted to cut open your heart and drink a mouthful of blood in my heart, but unfortunately I can't greed for this now. Oh... I'm so hard to bear it."

When he landed on the ground, he only stomped a few blue bricks, and his heart still felt a pain backfire. Of course, the people from Zhao State could not be killed at this moment.

But the others in front of me seemed to come from elsewhere...

The old fox turned his head slowly, looked at the killers who were facing a great enemy in the rain street, and asked with a smile: "I wonder where you are from?"

After a moment of silence, everyone scattered and fled.

The old fox was not in a hurry to chase after him. He stomped the colorful ghost's head, and felt a little better. He laughed at himself and said, "I wonder who the body is suitable for you?"
Chapter completed!