MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 160 Rainbow in the 12th year of Nanqing (2)

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The rain slowly hit the caps. The monks were pale and squatting on the wet ground, staring at the young man in the middle of the black cloth. For a long time, they could not do any reaction. They were the last defense force of Qing Emperor. When more than a dozen monks and monks joined forces, both Fan Xian and the shadows were almost killed, showing the power of strength. However, at the moment, facing the five bamboos, will they fight back?

The emperor stood under the promenade in front of the temple. The subtle cold rain in the sky was blown by the wind to the place where he stood, and the beard under his jaw was wet. One network and one network, his eyes are slightly stunned. The chill in the middle of the day is getting stronger. The indifferent opening said: "There is nothing to use, a traitor in the temple will scare you into this."

Very strange. His Majesty the Emperor did not seem to worry that these monks would betray themselves at this moment. In many, many years ago. The messenger who came out of the temple, in order to remove all traces of the leaves and light eyebrows left in this world. It was a kind of agreement with the emperor, that is, from that day, when the temple was walking in the southern part of the mainland, the monk was seen as a true candidate.

What choice should be made between the chosen person and the messenger in the temple? The monks are silent at least at this moment. They have gradually become old, and naturally know the gods released by the messenger many years ago. Know that a messenger has fallen. But they don't know if the messenger is the person in front of him.

The Emperor also did not pay attention to these monks who were in the rain. He just quietly looked at the five bamboos in the rain. After a moment of silence, he said: "There is no **** in the world, is it not... the old five. You are not."

Wu Zhu’s legs have been cut off. With an extremely heart-rending posture. Reluctantly standing with his body. The people in the temple reappeared in the world, facing the most powerful force assembly in the world. He killed it bravely, but still paid a very heavy price. The emperor said right, he is not a god. So this year has been betrayed. Being harmed by weapons belonging to this world, the wounds are lingering. It is no longer the standard of the peak period of the year, but at the moment it is five bamboo. It has also reached the most broken. The most powerless stage.

Such a confrontation between two peerless powerhouses. Who is the winner and who is the winner? What's more, Ye Zhong has already led the army. Surrounded by five bamboo groups. Wuzhu can still break through the encirclement, and will the hand of the subway be smashed into the throat of Qingdi?

The indifferent gaze of the emperor fell on the clothes that had broken the poles and the ones had been broken. Just with some flesh and blood joined together, the left leg, there was no emotion in the scorpion, but I was thinking, by this time, you still Not coming out?

Gradually, a complex emotion rushed into the eyes of Qing Emperor, it was a self-deprecating, a trace of admiration, a trace of unwillingness, now Wuzhu has been caught in the encirclement, how powerful, it is impossible to just turn the sky, biased at this time. Fan Xian still has not shown his body shape. This kind of cold and sad. It is really terrible.

Wearing a tutor of **** costumes, it seems that the main entrance to the Taiji Temple is extremely far away. Actually very close, he carefully hides his own traces. With the two years of tempering to the ultimate mind, he controls his own breathing. With the wind and the wind and the heavy breathing of countless people in the field, slowly approaching there.

From the moment I saw the emperor’s cough. Fan Xia confirmed the top secret information that he knew on the road to the south, and the body of his body... It seems that it is really impossible. I have not seen this powerful king in a year. Today is far from the rain. It seems that his face has become much older. The beard under the jaw is also much longer. The look also seems to be exhausted a lot.

His Majesty has already stepped down from the altar. However, he stood calmly in the Taiji Temple and looked at the five bamboos that came step by step, but still seemed so powerful. Powerful to anyone trying to challenge him. All of them subconsciously lost three cents of confidence.

Fan Xian of course saw the horror of Wuzhu. He never thought that Wu Zhushu also had such a heavy injury day. Just as he had never thought about it before, some people in the world could face the defense of Nanqing Palace and directly kill. Do your best. Before he reached the ground of Qing Emperor, his eyes glimpsed from the broken legs of Wuzhu Shudi, forcibly suppressing the beating heartbeat. Forcibly suppressing the panic and worry and the sadness and sorrow of the heart, still hidden in the shadow of this Taiji Temple. Indifference and strong waiting for the opportunity to shoot.

When Wu Zhushu had reached the most dangerous moment, he still did not shoot. Because he knew before his knees collided with Wuzhu. It doesn't make any sense to shoot at your own pace. The war of the great masters is not that these mortals can intervene arbitrarily. He does not want to live up to Wu Zhushu's earth-shattering lore. So he has to endure.

Ye Zhong is still there, Yao Taiji does not know where, the monks do not know if they will shoot. The palace is still a gathering of masters. Fan Xian must attract everyone's attention. The hope of consuming the strength of the emperor Laozi. Put on the already eager to fall, the body suffered from the extremely miserable Wu Zhushu.

No matter who. Including the three old monsters that have died to leave. If you are seriously injured by Wuzhu today, I am afraid that only one road will be killed. However, Wuzhu still stood, which gave Fan’s confidence and the infinite pressure on the palace.

Five bamboos across the black cloth, watching the bright yellow figure on the stone steps above ten feet, the man who is already much older than his memory. I don't know why there is endless acid in my heart, endless. Endless distaste and disdain.

It is the ground. After the end of the Dadongshan incident, he listened to the madness of the night in the Fanfu House in Kyoto. Wuzhu silently set foot on the road to find his own, because he wanted to know who he was, so he returned to the temple.

It was the moment when I entered the temple. He remembered a lot of things. Naturally, many things have been judged. Although in the next moment. The temple forcibly erased his memories, but as Fan Xi came to the temple, the memory of Wuzhudi had not fully recovered, but the deepest emotion before it was erased. It has survived.

This emotion is more intense and more direct than his feelings for Fan Xian, directly attracting him to watch the palace quietly for two days. Directly attracted him directly from the Palace Square outside. Directly into the palace, even if he can not remember the things of the year, he still remembers the man in the robes on the stone steps, remembering his own intention to kill this man.

Fan Xian wants Wuzhu to follow his heart, and the heart of Wuzhu is endless sorrow and grief. Especially after seeing Xiao Lizi at this moment, this kind of sorrow seems to find a channel for venting.

He wants to kill him, he only remembers this thing.

So Wuzhu moved. He dragged the stump. Supported by the iron in the hand, it is extremely difficult, but it is full of murder. Dragging step by step. Holding the rain on the ground, the foot is in a hurry. It's like trying to jump. Going down to the emperor on the stone steps, he walked over!

When the five bamboos move that moment. The Qingjun master who was around him was also moved. As soon as the earthquake slammed and killed, countless long weapons stabbed him toward his body!

The monks who had been sitting next to the five bamboos could not bear the strong pressure. It also moved, but there was a bitter monk floating back into the storm, and some monks were stopped in front of Wuzhu.

From this episode, it can be seen that Qingdi is supreme in the hearts of these monks. Even though Ming knows that Wuzhu is the messenger in the temple, but a traitor to Qingdi, there are still monks who choose to believe in His Majesty.

Five bamboo moves. The situation between the fields suddenly changed. But no one noticed that the monks who were mixed between the armpits and the five bamboos, most of them floated back into the storm. When I let the five bamboos face the passage of the emperor, there was a hat. Wearing a linen monk. It slanted to the side and rear. Intentionally or unintentionally. Disrupted the military's master offensive.

Condensed in the whole body, like a **** of martial arts, sitting on the blade with the weight of the leaf immediately. When the five bamboos moved to the ground, the eyes of the two scorpions were smashed, and the horses screamed and the guns screamed. Wuzhu has some inclined backs.

These people in the field, probably only Ye Zhong experienced those things that celebrated Kyoto many years ago. So he knows the scarcity of Wuzhu than anyone else. It is a peerless strongman who resists the front of the flow cloud and does not fall down. Once he made up his mind. The guardian shot, he gathered his whole body's skill, did not leave a little back, because he knows to face the five major people. In addition to the success of a shot. There is no way to stop the other party from looking awkward.

A violent drink, a scouring silver water gun thorns to the back of Wuzhu. Yeh has given the most powerful shot in his life. All the spirits are concentrated on this gun. So he did not notice that the monk who was light and drifting away from the wind and rain seemed to be too close to his body.

The monks have never used weapons. But the bitter monk who was closest to Ye Zhong did not know when he took a poisonous dagger from his sleeve and was silent. It is like a rain that hides in the rain. Gently **** the leaves to the waist!

The leaves are heavily thorned on the back of Wuzhu. The monk was stabbing him!

A bang. The leaf was heavy and took a shot, and stabbed it out without any fancy. However, ignore any resistance. Directly penetrated into the palace, washed by the rain, very clean stone surface. It was like piercing a piece of tofu, and the tip of the gun slammed into the earth. Go in a few feet!

The black dagger that was poisoned by the handle had penetrated his waist before the moment he shot the gun!

The heavy gun of the leaf was partial, and the cloth that rubbed the broken bamboo edge of the bamboo pierced into the ground. Then there was a fierce violent drink in the rain. He abandoned the gun and returned to the palm. One palm photographed the shoulder of the monk. When I was out, the monk was broken!

However, the monk is not a pain. It was like an unconscious wood man. He was born with the palm of the nine-strong man, and his blood was mad. The head of the dagger in the hand was further explored, completely breaking the defense of the leaf heavy armor. Reinventing its belly!

A wave of power surged in the two. The soldiers of the Qing dynasty were stunned to the ground. Two people are like a big bird and its shadow. I quickly swept away from the sky and slammed into the rain. I didn’t know how many layers of rain curtains were broken and I went to the distance...

The leaves are heavy, at least within today. It’s a shadow to shoot. When the monk monk quietly passed through the eyes of many masters in Nanqing, the rain was near the back of Ye Zhong. I have been secretly watching all the fandoms in the field, and immediately smelled a strange atmosphere. This is a kind of intimidating person in the supervision court. Only the world and the shadow can achieve this level.

Fan did not contact the shadow after entering Beijing. Because even he did not know where the shadow was hidden this year, but he knew that the shadow must not be reconciled. The world's first assassin must avenge Chen Pingping. So today there is a big mess in the palace. Fan Xian knows well. I don't know where the shadow will take the opportunity to take the shot, but he did not think that the shadow is actually mixed in the ranks of the monk.

a year ago. Both of them had a big fight with the monks. How can the shadows mix in? At this moment, at least at this moment, the shadow successfully removed the first master of the Qing emperor. I have won a lot of wins and losses to my own side.

If you switch to any previous action. Can make the shadow shot. It must be the most important goal in the mission. This is that Fan Xian can't grab him. Just like the last sword in the last time I went to the palace, but today the shadow is silently retreating. The leaf weight was actively selected. That is because he found that the first five people in the first supervisory court came. For life, Wuzhu is the shadow of idols. Naturally, I chose to match Wuzhu.

This. In fact, it is also a kind of trust.

Fan’s gaze was only smashing the rain curtain, and he squinted away from the battlefield’s leaf weight and shadow. Then I turned back to the sand field in front of the Taiji Temple.

When the leaves were smashed, the people in front of the Taiji Temple were inevitably a little panicked. The offensive that attacked Wu Bamboo’s inconvenient body was also slightly chaotic. The only thing that was not chaotic was the Emperor’s majesty. He did not pay attention to the shot of the monk, but he stared at Wuzhu.

There are only five bamboos in the eyes of the emperor.

The extremely hard iron braze has been bent and damaged at this time, and it looks like an extremely ordinary fire stick. This fire stick is the rain that drives the Taiji Temple and sways in the air.

With a bang, the iron smashed a long gun in front of him and then in the shortest possible time. Following the most reasonable direction, he patted the wrist of the gunman. At that moment, the gunman's wrist skin was full. The muscles are broken and the bones are stabbed. Can't hold the gun anymore.

A loud sound. The iron slid along the surface of a sword, and the heavy pressure-pressed sword bowed his head. There was no sharp-pointed subway brazing touched the bulge of the sword, and suddenly jumped up and then fell heavily. . Hit the arm of the swordman and directly cast the arm into a twisted firewood.

A bitter monk waved up and stopped, and the ground iron was plunged into the palm of his hand. He tied his palm to the ground full of rain. Then the iron brazed and slammed heavily on the top of the monk's head. The hat shattered into countless pieces with rain. On the smooth head of the monk, a **** condensate stick appeared. The cervical vertebrae slammed. Stumbled into the rain.

Every time the iron is swung, it is so accurate. It’s so heavy. There was no front-end subway brazing. At this time, it became an iron bar in the hands of Wuzhu. It opened the dense sword in front of it and smashed countless joints. With the blood and water mixed with rain, it was splashed in the air in front of it.

Iron brazing can no longer penetrate the throat of countless masters in the palace. But they can crush their throats, and the five bamboos that are difficult to move in the rain seem to fall down at any time. However, it ended down. But those who bravely stopped in front of the emperor!

at this moment. Wuzhu seems to have become the unspoken teacher on the cliff. Every time he sticks, he will fall on Fan Xian’s body accurately, no matter how easy it is to escape. Still can't escape forever. It’s just that today the stick became an iron rod.

A muffled sound, an inner court guard was crushed by the iron on the knee cartilage, and smashed to the side of Wuzhu, the iron braze again, directly dumping the person under the stone steps. It started to rain.

Wuzhu. Finally stood up to the emperor

There was no pause, no cursing, no eye contact, and Wu Zhu raised his hand, and the iron in his hand hit the face of the emperor's knees.

No one in the world dares to beat the emperor's face. But Wuzhu played like this, and it’s natural to take it for granted. It’s like teaching a non-filial son. It is also like beating a negative heart.

When Wuzhu stood in front of the emperor. The Emperor’s knees were slightly reduced, and the ground was slightly old. Suddenly some kind of brilliance bloomed. Then he also raised his hand.

In the moment when the rain was too late to tremble, the emperor’s left hand, who had been hanging down on his side, suddenly appeared on his face. With the palm facing outward, it stopped the iron braze!

The same moment. The emperor kneels and his right hand is a fist. The squatting lie on the chest of the five bamboos!

His most horrible hands, white as snow, seem to never be dusty. Hands that don't provoke blood. Stopped the iron of the five bamboos and hit the body of Wuzhu!

The last two in the world have surpassed the human world's peerless powerhouse. The first time I played it was such a simple thing. I just waved a note, stopped a hand, and made a punch.

However, it was replaced by anyone other than the two of them. Can not stop the record iron. Hit the punch.

The terrible fist of the emperor squatted on the chest of Wuzhu!

The air seems to condense at this moment. Wu Zhu’s body seems to hover in the air in this moment, and then it is like an arrow. He was smashed out, like a heavy and hard meteorite, flying out from the stone steps!

Wuzhu was hit by the flying body, all the way did not know how many people chased and chased the South Qing master. In front of the palace Taiji Temple, I saw only the shadows everywhere, flesh and blood!

A muffled sound. Wu Zhudi's body finally fell outside the dozens of feet, and fell heavily on the ground, shaking the earth and the earth shivering.

There was a strange silence in the field, and I was alive at this time. There are not many people standing still, the prince of Taiji, above the stone steps. In the light rain. The lonely emperor kneels. Proudly the Emperor. Still keep a hand in front of it. A posture that stretches into the air.

A fist knocked down the five bamboos, which is something that is worthy of the Emperor's pride, but there is no emotion on his face. Instead, there was a hint of chill in the scorpion.

A piece of iron in the bamboo land. It crushed the instinct of Qing Emperor attached to the palm of the hand. He hit the face of Qing Emperor.

Qingdi’s face was very pale at this time. But he was red and swollen on his left cheek. Lips and blood flow down. It was like being slap in the face.

He slowly retracted his left hand. Looking down at the traces of the subway stick on the palm. Only then did I think that the iron of Wuzhu had already been bent.

Five bamboos in the middle of the blood. Suddenly moved. Then he stood up in an unusually difficult position, and the iron in his hand trembled on the ground, supporting his crumbling body and standing up in the rain.

It was so difficult that I walked so far and went to the emperor. But the emperor was boxing back. This is a thing that can make everyone desperate. However, there is no change in the face of Wuzhu. He just drags the left leg more broken. With a more difficult posture, slower speed, once again toward the bright yellow figure under the prince of Taiji.

It is at this time. Heavy rain that has been going on in the morning. The light rain suddenly stopped. The clouds in the sky are gradually getting thinner. The sight of the palace gradually became clear and seemed to be clearing.

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