Chapter 49: Poisonous

This is a world of natural choice. It is necessary to poke your head out of the reed marsh on the North Sea and to have the first right to eat among the wolves on the grassland. They or they need to abandon the so-called "fragile emotions". The saints are ruthless and the most heartless. Not so much is enough to transcend.

The courtyard of the city lord's mansion was quiet, and the pools of blood on the ground were shaken by the previous shock and squeezed under the courtyard walls on both sides. It was as if it was swept by the god's hand. The blood turned into very well-painted red paint, with a few newly falling green leaves on it.

Taking these green leaves as the boundary, Sigujian and Shadow, the brothers, each sat under the two stone steps, were speechless and looked at each other coldly.

At this moment, a dense whistling sound of breaking through the wind suddenly came from outside the city lord's mansion, like more than a dozen stone catapults. At the same time, it launched an attack on the city lord's mansion. The stones as big as millstones were cutting the air.

Sigujian's face remained unchanged, and the shadow's face remained unchanged. Fan Xian was walking towards the shadow at this time, and his expression did not change at all, because these three people heard it clearly. It was not the stone that broke through the air, but the people. It seemed that it was a bloody incident in the city lord's mansion, and finally alarmed the masters who were foolishly guarding outside the sword hut.

The little emperor of Northern Qi came to Dongyi City and brought two ninth-grade masters, Lang Tao and He Daoren. As for whether there are any hidden masters in the Tianyi Dao Sect to hide in the dark to protect them, it is unknown. Since yesterday, all the disciples of Jianlu returned from their respective practice places, guarded in front of Jianlu, and were silently waiting for the master's will.

There were more than a dozen ninth-grade masters on both sides. Thinking about the entire Kyoto of Qing Kingdom, there are only two ninth-grade masters. This makes people feel a little surprised and envious of the specialty in Dongyi City. So many masters all came through the air at this time, and their momentum was indeed a little shocking.

The wind blew in the field, and Yun Zhilan and Lang Tao led the people to the bloody water on the ground. The two of them frowned, looked at their feet subconsciously, and then saw the scene in the mansion clearly. At the same time, they found the person they cared about the most.

When Lang Tao saw His Majesty the Emperor, she found that His Majesty seemed to be safe, but her face was a little pale. She couldn't help but be overjoyed and surrounded the little emperor with her subordinates. She wanted to keep his safety, and at the same time turned her vigilant gaze to Fan Xian.

On the other side, Yun Zhilan saw Ji sitting on the ground with a serious injury under the stone steps, and looked at the sword. However, his face changed drastically. He rushed over. Without saying anything, his knees slammed on the ground and knelt down.

The disciple of Jianlu could not hide the strange expression of his face. He didn't care how Master would punish him in the future. Since he dared to rebel against Master's intentions, he had already made a sword heart. Looking at the tragic phenomenon in the city lord's mansion, looking at the dead Lord of the city and the masters in the mansion, he naturally knew who took the action.

Since Master Master took action personally, he naturally expressed his attitude. What shocked Yun Zhilan was that Master Master was so seriously injured!

All the disciples of Jianlu knelt beside Sigujian, shocked and angry at the master's injuries.

In the hearts of these people, the only ones in the world who can be compared with Master Master are those great masters. Even if Master Master has been injured for three years, the only ones who can hurt him are the Emperor Qing Kingdom and the unknown Ye Liuyun.

A disciple of Jianlu began to bandage the injury of Sigu Jian with both hands. In his heart, the master was a god-like figure, especially in the word "Sword", and he was the absolute number one figure in the world. But today he was stabbed in two swords in his chest. Who made the move?

The door in the backyard of the city lord's mansion moved slightly, and the two disciples of Jianlu helped Wang Shisanlang walk in. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were shocked. Especially Wang Shisanlang, his poison was not clear, and he forced his realm to mention the realm last night. He held Liu's strength to stop everyone and helped Fan Xian enter Jianlu. He was extremely tired. If the second senior brother had not helped him, he would have been afraid that he would not have time to rush to the city lord's mansion at this time.

Last night, the spring in the sword hut was full of energy, while the sword was tense outside the sword hut. Everyone knew that the Thirteenth disciple of the sword hut was Fan Xian’s friend, but Fan Xian took the Emperor of Northern Qi and broke into the sacred and inviolable sword hut, so everyone’s hostility was towards Wang Shisanlang.

If the two disciples of Jianlu were not protecting him coldly, Yun Zhilan would not have let Lang Tao and others take action for the dignity of his master. I am afraid that Wang Shisanlang will only be able to lie on the bed today.

Of course, the most important reason why Wang Shisanlang is able to remain safe under the siege of so many masters is the leaf and that branch. The sword saint in the hut has already expressed his attitude. The disciples in the hut have already turned to Yun Zhilan, and they can only maintain neutrality.

Wang Shisanlang knelt beside the Sigujian, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say anything. Since he entered the city lord's mansion, he did not look at Fan Xian at all because he was in a complicated mood. All of this was explained by the master, so he helped Fan Xian go into the house. He thought the master would have a very harmonious conversation with Lord Fan, but he did not expect that the master would be so hurt!

The disciples of Jianlu all knew the strength of the City Lord's Mansion and the horror of the sword in Master's hand, so they naturally thought that the one who injured Master was definitely not from the City Lord's Mansion, but from Nan Qing.

It's Fan Xian's person.

Yun Zhilan was the first to stand up and looked coldly at Fan Xian and the man in black beside the stone steps. Gradually, his pupils became cold, his eyes passed by Fan Xian, and when he looked at the man in black, his eyes turned from cold to hot again.

He knew the man in black, and he could even be said to be very familiar with him. Because four years ago, on the lakeside of Hangzhou, Jiangnan, the man in black rose from the lake and stabbed himself on the side of the boat. Then the two of them chased and were chased for several months in the Jiangnan area.

Yun Zhilan knew the strength of this man in black. He even believed that besides Master, the whole world belonged to this man in black. The sword technique was the most fierce and vicious. He was even more fierce than himself.

Yun Zhilan is already a powerful man at the ninth level, so he knows how powerful the man in black is. He doesn't need to think more, and he also knows that at this time, the only one who can use a sword to hurt Master Master is the only one who can use a sword to hurt Master.

He slowly pulled out the long sword beside his waist and walked towards the stone steps over there step by step. The distance between each step was so fixed, no more or less, just two feet.

The ground sword in his hand is three feet tall.

The distance between him and the shadow is thirty feet.

"The legendary real master of the Sixth Department of the Supervision Bureau, Lord Shadow." Yun Zhilan said coldly while walking: "This is the first time I have seen your true face."

Yun Zhilan took five steps there. As he got closer and closer to the stone steps there, his sword intent became stronger and stronger, and his murderous intent became more and more powerful. No matter how different this disciple of Jianlu had in the future of Dongyi City and his master, when foreign enemies attacked and when Nanqing people dared to hurt their master, Yun Zhilan's heart was full of murderous intent and had to kill the other party under his sword.

If the other party was intact in this fashion, Yun Zhilan did not have much confidence, but he knew that even the man in black might have secretly attacked the killer while his master was not paying attention to the situation, and stabbed the master two swords, but the other party would have paid a huge price.

The disciples of Jianlu were deeply influenced by the intention of the Sigujian and did not care about bullying the weak with their strong.

Under the big green tree, the little emperor of Northern Qi looked at this scene with a pale face. He didn't know if there would be a conflict between Jianlu and Nan Qing next. He didn't know how Fan Xian would deal with these things. In her opinion, even if Sigu Jian wanted to reach an agreement with Nan Qing, he was afraid that with the blood-devouring character of this great master, it would be impossible to allow the man in black who was called the shadow of the Sixth Department of the Supervision Bureau by Yun Zhilan to leave alive.

Suddenly, the little emperor seemed to remember something, and thought of the two words mentioned in the previous sentence of Sigu Jian, his eyes lit up, and there was a hint of redness on his pale cheeks.

Fan Xian was half kneeling beside Shadow and treated the wounds on his body. The countless bloody cuts cut by the sword energy were still seeping blood outside. Fortunately, the official uniforms of the Supervision Bureau did have some effect. The bloody cuts were not broken deep and did not require special treatment. With the strong body of Shadow, it should be able to stop the blood.

The biggest problem was in Shadow's body. Fan Xian's palm was placed on his back, and slowly entered the natural true energy of Tianyi. He carefully investigated the situation inside, and his face became more and more serious. After a moment, he took out a pill of injury from his arms, fed it into Shadow's lips, and then pressed his palms tightly to start healing his wounds.

He healed Shisanlang's injuries the eve of the night. He fought with Lang Tao and others yesterday and fought with the little emperor in bed last night. Fan Xian was extremely tired, but he knew that if he didn't start quickly at this time, he would be afraid that the shadow would die due to internal bleeding.

After the matter of Hanging Temple, the shadow followed Fan Xian for four years and never left. Although it was a relationship between superiors and subordinates and there was not much involvement with the term "friend", Fan Xian knew that he could no longer live without this person. This was a feeling of intimacy after a long time of entrusting his life.

Fan Xian lowered his eyes, but he could also hear Yun Zhilan's steady footsteps getting closer and closer. After a while, he slowly lowered his hands, stood up, looked at Yun Zhilan and said, "Do you still want to kill me?"

Yun Zhilan was silent for a moment and said, "Your life and death will be decided by your master, but this person must die."

Fan Xian didn't think about anything, and slowly took off his long gown, revealing his pure black outfit, then bent down and pulled out his black dagger from between his boots.

He stood in front of the shadow.

Fan Xian stood up, and the atmosphere in the entire courtyard changed. From beginning to end today, he did not really take action. The only thing that was lost was his spirit, countless spirits that were worn out by the powerful will of the Sigujian. However, he was standing in front of the shadow at this time. Fan Xian's spirit seemed to be restored to his body in an instant, cold and speechless, extremely powerful.

Just like facing Yan Xiaoyi back then.

Everyone knows Fan Xian's power. Now the powerful minister of Di Nanqing is no longer a young figure who first entered the ninth rank when he was on a mission to Northern Qi, but a real ninth rank strongman. He silently killed Yan Xiaoyi and Kyoto killed Mr. Qin. He retreated from the grassland. Yesterday, he was amazingly fled from the siege of several ninth rank masters twice. Fan Xian won a complete victory without exception.

This is not the name of a person or the shadow of a tree, but the real accumulation of confidence. Even when facing Yun Zhilan, the disciple of Jianlu, Fan Xiandi still had no fear in his heart, but just looked at the other party coldly. The meaning was expressed very clearly. If you want to kill my subordinates, you have to let me kill them first.

Fan Xian and Yun Zhilan stood face to face, but more people stood up behind Yun Zhilan. There were thirteen disciples in Jianlu, all of whom were present today, and only six people stood up. However, these six people. The sharp sword intent revealed on their bodies merged with Yun Zhilan, where the sword edge was, and suddenly went out. Fan Xian's face turned pale slightly when he hit the ground.

There were also several disciples of Jianlu kneeling beside Sigujian, serving in a hurry and fearless manner, including the third disciples and the fourth disciples of Jianlu who had ambushed Fan Xian in Meipu Villa. The reason why these two masters of Jianlu did not stand up was very complicated. Because they knew that Fan Xian and the man in black... would all look at the sword.

They did not tell Yun Zhilan about this because they had too much connection and were preparing to report to Master Secretly. They did not expect that there were too many things that happened in the past two days and did not find any opportunity.

They were shocked and kept guessing what kind of relationship the man in black under the stone steps there had with Master, and why the other party could hurt Master.

Wang Shisanlang did not stand up either. He did not go to see Fan Xian. His heart was a little confused. He didn't understand what was going on. He just vaguely guessed a little secret, but he couldn't speak.

Yun Zhilan didn't know all this. The cold-blooded assassination between Jiangnan and Shadow was often just a moment. Shadow still had a hand at that time and did not show his own unique skills.

He just looked at Fan Xian and then held the sword in his hand tightly.

Under the big green tree over there, Lord Lang Tao, who had been lowering his head, suddenly tightened his tail fingers, and the metal chain tied between his wrist suddenly became tense.

At this moment, a slightly cool hand was placed on Lang Tao's wrist, preventing him from taking action.

Lang Tao frowned slightly, looking at the Majesty who stopped him, wondering what he meant. He thought that this was a rare opportunity for the Great Qi. Originally, Nan Qing and Sigu Jianyan were about to reach an agreement, but at this time, Nan Qing stabbed Sigu Jian. If he helped Yun Zhilan take down or kill Fan Xian at this time, and then killed the man in black who stabbed Sigu Jian, the two between Dongyi City and Nan Qing would definitely be completely broken.

Moreover, as a warrior, Lang Tao was really curious about who the man in black was. Is he really the rumored number one assassin in the world and the shadow of the Supervision Bureau? Could it be that this assassin is so powerful that he can actually hurt Sigujian?

The little emperor smiled slightly, looked at the scene of swords ripping by the stone steps, and said softly: "Believe me, they can't fight. Since that's the case, why should we be this bad guy?"

The atmosphere between the venue made the people involved not have the judgment of the little emperor. When the sword intent of seven ninth-grade masters was added, Fan Xian began to feel the difficulty of breathing. The cold sweat that had just dried up began to flow down his back again.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Jianlu is indeed too strange. If so many ninth-grade masters cannot reach an agreement with Dongyi City and really send troops to attack, I am afraid that the leading commanders will always face attacks in the dark.

The sword intent filled for a moment. Fan Xian knew that if he really started, he would be very unlikely to go out alive. Suddenly, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he raised his head with a smile, glanced at Yun Zhilan's shoulders as sharp as iron, looked at Sigujian under the stone steps, and said, "What do you really need outsiders to interfere in your own affairs?"

This sentence has completely different meanings when it comes to different people's ears. Yun Zhilan thought that Fan Xian was talking about the Northern Qi people, and said coldly: "The disciples of Jianlu are enough, and they don't need the help of friends from the north."

Lang Tao smiled under the big green tree and said, "If Lord Xiao Fan can survive, I will challenge you personally."

Fan Xianli ignored these two masters and replied, just staring at Sigujian under the stone steps. Because only Sigujian understood the true meaning of his words. This is a war between the two brothers. Does it really require outsiders to intervene? When Shadow used the Fenglei Sword, Fan Xian was behind the wheelchair, but he just took the little emperor away without fighting with Shadow.

Fan Xian didn't intervene. Could it be that your disciples in Jianlu could intervene in the grudge between your brothers? Fan Xian bet on the pride and wildness of the Sigujian, and bet on the Sigujian's previous shadow left a life. There must be a follow-up article to do.

Since this is the case, how could Sigu Jian watch his disciples miss his plan for revenge?

Sigu Jian raised his eyes slightly, smiled, and sighed with regret, as if he was regretting that Fan Xian guessed his thoughts, so he could not see Fan Xian's true level.

The great master looked at the disciples kneeling beside him in disgust. Shasheng cursed: "I am not dead yet, so why are you in a hurry to die?" It was strange that when he cursed like this, the disciples beside him became happy and stood up quickly.

Sigu Jian then raised his left arm and glanced at Wang Shisanlang. Wang Shisanlang was very familiar with this action. When he went down to Dadongshan, he carried it like this. After returning to Dongyi City, he still carried it like this. So he naturally squatted down.

Sigujian leaned against the young disciple's broad and solid back, twisted his head comfortably, and said, "Go back to the house."

Wang Shisanlang responded quietly, then stood up with his thin master on his back and walked out of Jianlu, but his body was extremely deteriorated. Several senior brothers next to him quickly helped him and left together.

Sigu Jian left like this. He said nothing, only a little shocked and eyes. Fan Xian looked at Yun Zhilan, who was close to him and said, "Everyone Yun, you have violated the Sword Saint several times. Do you want to go again?"

Yun Zhilan was silent for a long time, looked at the shadow under the stone steps, and said, "Actually, I really want to recite the master, but I have to recite too many things."

"You don't need to carry some things." Fan Xian said without any emotion. He smiled and said, "Because you can't carry them. Not only did you crush you, but you also smashed the things you wanted to carry. Wouldn't everyone be heartbroken?"

Yun Zhilan pondered for a long time, then looked at the blood and corpses in the city lord's mansion, especially the corpse of the city lord on the side of the stone steps. After a while, his face calmed down. He knew that his thoughts had finally fallen into the empty space. He didn't know what kind of magic this little master Fan from Nanqing land used, not only let Master take action, but also killed the entire city lord's mansion, but even after being injured, he had no intention of killing these Nanqing people.

In fact, after all, this disciple of Jianlu did not understand Sigujian. No one in this world could persuade or tempt Sigujian to do anything. This great master did whatever he wanted. All of this was just his own thoughts.

Jianlu evacuated from the city lord's mansion, and only the people of Northern Qi and Fan Xian were left in the field. Lang Tao put his hands behind him and walked out from under the green tree. He looked at Fan Xian and said with a smile: "Mr. Little Fan is indeed a good method. Just one sentence can force Jianlu to prevent him from taking action. But I am not a Dongyi person. Today's opportunity is rare. Do you want to have a chance?"

"People cannot be as shameless as this." At this time, Fan Xian first escaped from the danger of sword intent, and he was exhausted and relaxed. He sat on the stone steps beside the shadow without raising his head, and said with a smile: "This is a sentence your emperor gave me today, and I will give it to you."

"My little sister Fan, I don't know who is more shameless in the world." The golden chain of scimitar behind Lang Tao made a slight sound in the wind, and his stable voice was even more wonderful. "Ling Mei is my disciple of Tianyi Dao. She was even the last order of her master to take charge of Qingshan affairs. Although Junior Sister Fan has returned to Nanqing, the master's sect is still there. Even if you don't miss the old love, you should also remember the righteousness of the master. In late autumn last year, my Qingshan disciple was seriously injured on Xiliang Road. Do you think I would do this?"

"So you know you died on Xiliang Road." Fan Xian raised his head, two cold lights shot over, and said coldly: "Don't talk about the fate of Kuhe National Master Ku's reign. Even if my sister takes over Haitang in the future, you Tianyi Dao Gate. If you Tianyi Dao still dares to do some tricks in Nanqing, I... will continue to kill."

As soon as this said, there was a disturbance under the green tree, and the wolf's eyebrows frowned. I wonder why Fan Xian dared to be so tough under the current urgent situation. Although the disciples of Jianlu left, the Northern Qi master was still there. Even if Sigujian did not want to kill Fan Xian or the black-clad master due to something, the Northern Qi people would not have any psychological barriers when they started.

This disciple of Tianyi Dao did not know what happened last night, and how could he think that today, Di Fan Xian looked at these masters of Northern Qi, as if he was looking at his subordinates. Your Emperor and His Majesty are already mine, are you still far from becoming my local people?

The little emperor under the green tree smiled and said, "I am a Northern Qi poem and book spread to the country. Of course, I will not overestimate the weak. Lord Langtao, let's go."

As soon as this said, Fan Xian frowned. He looked at the little emperor and suddenly spoke, "Can you come here?"

It was so rude to speak to an emperor in such a tone. However, what surprised the people of Northern Qi was that the Majesty was not angry. He just smiled and said, "What's wrong with Fan Qing's family? Let's talk after you have rested."

Fan Xian saw clearly the indifference and the slight anger between the little emperor's eyebrows, and knew that the other party was His Majesty the Emperor after all. In front of his ministers, he was afraid that there would be any mistakes. His previous words were indeed a bit too much. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and said, "Your Majesty, the foreign minister has something to report."
To be continued...