"No."

“Let’s wait…”

Emperor Kangxi was furious and got angry on the spot, and issued an order to kill Dai Yunsong and his family so that they could clear away their hatred of being humiliated.

This is a very normal thing.

No matter who is present at this time, he will be praised and known as the wise and wise.

The emperor is in power and ruled the Eight Poles, so how could a mere warrior threaten?

If you don't react at this time, you will be so arrogant and listen to whatever people say.

That's not the emperor, but a puppet.

Emperor Kangxi claimed to be a wise and wanted to compete with many colleagues in history or even surpass him. He did not allow his life to leave a trace of stain.

Therefore, this "rebel" who is bold and has a poem that has no hair and leaves a poem, and anyone who has something to do with him must be killed.

It doesn’t matter hatred, it only concerns the mind and nature.

Kangxi's choice was undoubtedly very correct, and he was considered a promising emperor.

The Taoist from Zhaoyang Palace suddenly felt a chill on his spine.

His expression changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to block it, pointing to the empty space beside him.

Monk Chengkong of Wutai Mountain even moved from the side of the hall gate to the phantom and blocked Kangxi's side.

The two responded very quickly. The commander Yin Bu, who was present to command the imperial guards to set up the defense, was even unable to react, and the sound of explosions sounded in the hall.

The attack does not come from any direction on all sides, but from the top of the head.

boom……

The originally elegant and exquisite roof of the imperial study in Qianqing Palace actually broke a big hole in a moment, and countless glazed tiles were broken into powder and fell one after another.

The dust and tiles covered the face fell down...

A ray of light shone down, and the guards around them raised their bows and crossbows, and they screamed in a daze, but they couldn't find out where the enemy was.

There is no question of attack.

Because the tiny tiles and broken wood were so powerful that it was a blood hole on the face, and it immediately blinded when it hit the eyes.

The only thing everyone can do is to cover the face with their hands to prevent powder from being confused, which is also an instinctive reaction.

Emperor Kangxi was even more courageous, otherwise he would not have thought of surrendering at first, but wanted to take revenge after being threatened.

Hearing the sound of shouting, he cooperated, and had already lowered his head and shrank his head and hid behind the old monk Chengkong's generous body.

Then, I heard the bells and drums ringing together, bang bang bang bang bang, and the sound of force clashing all directions, like beating a giant drum, making my heart slightly numb.

After crossing the wide gray patchwork robe of the old monk Chengkong, he saw a black collar and his pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling.

I couldn't help but feel chilled.

It is a look of treating sentient beings as ants.

Everything in the world can be killed.

Such eyes could be seen every time Emperor Kangxi looked down on him in a bronze mirror. He could not even say he was cold.

Life and death are based on the heart and cannot be violated.

That's it.

Once upon a time, would you see this indifference in the eyes of an enemy or an assassin?

How could he have thought that after so many years ascending the throne and imperial country, he would have recovered the feeling that many years ago, when he was lonely and helpless, and could only silently endure the lurking feeling.

"The master is so hard, but unfortunately he is willing to be the lackey of the Tartar Emperor. His intentions are impure. No matter how strong his strength is, it is useless."

The huge force collided and roared like a roar of artillery fire, which made the entire study room buzz, making the voice clearer and more pleasant, and the frost was cold.

"You have practiced your eight real bodies well, but you also try my Shuang breath, the five aggregates of plum blossoms..."

The sound suddenly became high, and a scent of ice and snow came overwhelmingly in the long waves of sound.

Then, Kangxi saw Monk Chengkong's wide and solid body suddenly trembled.

A ray of sword light broke through the misty smoke and slashed into his eyes like a cloud and a moon.

"Show mercy in your hands."

A sudden light of sword appeared, and another jade light flashed. They were two fingers, crystal clear and sharp, and came first, and pointed to a short and long blade that suddenly slashed in front of Emperor Kangxi.

The Taoist priest Zhaoyang only practices the true breath of the Dantian. When he is running, he melts the steel iron and pure Yang Wuji.

Yang Lin's plum blossom sword technique has not yet been developed, but just as the five colors appear, the blade body is broken and shattered, and he cannot enter again.

He should have been extremely depressed, but he did not look at all disappointed, but he looked up and laughed.

It was not until this moment that he really understood how amazing the merits he had obtained in the past fifty years of possession of Zhou Hongyi, the master of boxing.

From the time I learned the five elements of plum blossoms when I was young because of my livelihood, to the method of killing the Japanese and protecting the people, to the method of killing the five plums in hiding for thirty years, I suddenly realized the method of breathing the cold plum blossoms that was proud of the snow and frost.

At this moment, a whole body of martial arts may not be able to match the deep foundation and a long history.

However, it also has its own system, and its ingenuity will not allow any one in the world to be a single school.

Plum blossoms bloom and people's heads fall.

Those who can kill the world and can kill.

The wind is quiet and the dust is calm.

The ruthless expression in Emperor Kangxi's eyes had completely frozen, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth had become his last expression.

A thread of blood appeared on his neck...

Huh...

Blood was like a fountain, and the headless dragon robe slowly tilted down, falling to the ground, splashing dust.

Until the end, he still seemed to have never believed that someone would really dare to kill him or kill him.

I didn't even have time to show a look of fear.

The sword is fast, the person is cruel...

Since some things happen, there will be no chance to regret starting over.

He probably didn't expect that Yang Lin came here to kill the emperor. He didn't have much interest in this and didn't want to deal with the mess that would be the next one. It was too troublesome.

He just wanted to save people.

Wouldn't it be better for both sides to take a step back?

No one will have too much damage.

Unfortunately, he thought of the best ending, but he didn't expect that creatures like the emperor never learned how to compromise. He just wanted to take advantage of the world, so how could he give in?

They were all threatened to this point, and they were still thinking about slaughtering people all over the family.

You can't kill it if you don't want to.

Can you blame me for this?

...

Monk Chengkong yelled the Buddha's name, lowered his head and put it on his face, looking sad.

Taoist priest Zhaoyang took a step back, bowed with one hand to his chest, and sighed:

"Friends and handsome, if I have a sword in my hand, you may not be able to attack, but kill someone..."

Yang Lin admitted this.

When the Taoist priest Zhaoyang took action, the sword energy was pure and yang, and his power was unparalleled. Unfortunately, he used his fingers to make a sword and could only hold three of the land in front of him, but he could not reach far.

The light of Yang Lin's plum blossom sword contained the five elements of energy, tearing the air apart, avoiding the solid and attacking the virtual, and almost slashing the body of Emperor Kangxi, thus succeeding.

At this time, we can see if there are any weapons.

With a knife in Yang Lin, he felt like he had an extra arm.

Strong and sharp, you can give up at critical moments and get the initiative at any time.

This is something that Taoist Zhaoyang, who only attacked with two fingers, could not do.

Even if he wanted to do this, he would not be willing to react instinctively.

When fighting to the death, the momentum will become half weaker.

One side attacks, the other side defends, and the attack is like a strong wind and rain, and it is everywhere;

It is like a long dam dam, without any leakage...

It seems to be evenly matched, but it can no longer care about others.

Yang Lin would rather not protect the blade than cut off a knife at the cost of breaking the knife, and he was extremely murderous.

This is also what Taoist priests of Zhaoyang admire.

The weapons were destroyed and their physical strength was consumed a lot. There were two more masters present. The heavy armored sergeant with strong crossbows and hard bows on his hands were not afraid of not being able to leave and die here?

Moreover, he was not afraid of killing the emperor and causing serious consequences, which would cause relatives and friends to fall into a doomed place?
Chapter completed!