Traditional cultivation of immortality, you can really ascend in a day

In the distance, many figures leaped on the ridge of the roof, sweeping towards this side.

Cheng Dexuan's spirits perked up, and he shouted: "Lord Wang, our people have arrived." "

Among the people in black, someone whistled, and immediately separated more than ten people to intercept it, which made the pressure on Wang Jien and Cheng Dexuan suddenly reduced a lot.

Wang Jien was preparing to escort King Jin to speed up towards Xuande Gate.

A sword light stabbed out like a poisonous snake spitting out from an unusually tricky angle, faster than lightning.

Wang Jien didn't dare to dodge, if he avoided it, this sword would stab King Jin, but the edge of this sword could not be blocked by his bare hands.

At the moment when there was no time to wait, Wang Jien stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were like beaks, like chickens pecking rice, and they continuously hit the tip of the opponent's sword, causing the opponent's long sword to move a few inches to the left and stabbing into the air.

Although the opponent's sword missed, the person had blocked Wang Jien's way.

Wang Jien saw that the other party's figure was a woman, and quickly guessed the identity of the other party, and said in a cold voice: "Are you Khitans sure you want to get involved in this matter?"

The masked woman's eyes did not change in the slightest, and she still did not say a word, and stabbed out with her sword again.

This time, once the sword technique was cast, it was endless, and the sword light was extinguished, shattering the light snow in the sky, turning into a huge net, enveloping Wang Jien and King Jin together.

Wang Jien waved his sleeves, and within his palm, his true qi was agitated, although the sword was sharp, but it was rushed, hit, dragged, and pulled by his true anger, either stabbed in the air, or half a step slower, and he couldn't hurt the other party for a while.

The

masked woman is not in a hurry, her purpose is to drag the other party, besides, Wang Jien is no longer in the prime of life, although the internal strength is deep, but after a long battle, it will only get weaker and weaker.

Cheng Dexuan saw that Wang Jien had been entangled, and he was even more dangerous, so he was in a hurry, and let out a clear whistle again and again.

The two dozen or so mysterious people in white cloaks who had been stopped by more than a dozen masked men instantly became furious, and every move was towards the vital point of the other party, completely ignoring their own empty doors, and it was completely a life-for-life style of play.

However, in the blink of an eye, the offense and defense changed shape, and as soon as several masked people showed a little timidity, they were hit by the other party, killed or wounded, and fell to the ground.

The

masked woman looked around, knowing that her subordinates would definitely not be able to stop those dead soldiers, and shouted: "If you don't make a move, I won't care." "

The voice was crisp and beautiful, and it was indeed a young woman.

A figure swept out of the gatehouse of Xuande Gate, speeding through the snow, a few ups and downs, and the people who had already jumped over the fight came to those mysterious people.

Wang Jien was shocked, only to realize that even if he rushed to Xuande Gate with King Jin just now, he would immediately attract a sneak attack from that person.

With that person's body, he violently hurts others, and he really can't stop it.

In the midst of those mysterious people, the figure of the man came and went suddenly, as fast as a ghost, or fingers or fists, or a palm slapped, and a powerful strange force gushed out, and there was no way to avoid it, and the one in it was either dead or injured.

Even if those mysterious people are determined to die, they can't even touch the corners of each other's clothes.

The

masked woman glanced at the man's divine might, and her heart sank, and she said secretly: "It is said that the chief and deputy commanders of the three commanders under the Wude Division make one article and one martial arts, complementing each other, in fact, these two people are powerful people with both civil and military skills, and I am afraid that even their own people have hidden it." "

The mind is racing, but the long sword in his hand is not slow at all, one sword is faster than the other, and it seems that it will not stop.

As soon as the man appeared, the advantage immediately returned to the side of the black-clad masked man.

At this moment, the ground began to shake, and a muffled thunderous sound could be heard faintly in the northwest.

The

masked woman knew that this was the iron horseman from the camp of the temple commander.

King Jin, who had been gloomy all the time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, no matter whether it was his own person or not, as long as it was the soldiers and horses of the front division of the palace, he would naturally deal with these masked people in front of him first.

Both sides slowed down.

At this moment, a crisp "driving" broke the tranquility of the early morning.

A carriage galloped across the Suzaku Bridge and came to the top of the royal street before the main priest arrived.

In front of the chariot, two young nuns sat and stood one by one, the one sitting in the car and the one holding the sword.

As soon as this strange carriage appeared, both sides stopped.

The man turned sideways and veered towards the carriage.

Seeing the man's movements, the masked woman waved her hand to signal the masked man who was about to step forward to intercept him to retreat.

Those mysterious people saw that King Jin and Cheng Dexuan were staring at the carriage, and they didn't mean to let them do it, and they also gave way.

The

carriage came to a stop in front of King Jin, and an old man in a clear beard cloth cloth in good spirits bent down and walked out.

The old man has a mediocre appearance, but his bearing is extraordinary, and at first glance he is a person with deep experience and a high position for a long time.

King Jin, Wang Jien, and Cheng Dexuan's faces were gloomy and extremely ugly.

The old man bowed his head to King Jin, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness King Jin, I haven't seen you for three years, don't come unharmed." "

King Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "Zhao Pu, foreign ministers are not allowed to enter Beijing unless they are edicted, and you are guilty of a capital crime." "

Zhao Pu didn't care, blinked his eyes, his smile was still the same, and said: "Since I dare to appear here, naturally I am not here to find death, is King Jin also in a hurry to enter the palace early in the morning? "

After speaking, Zhao Pu jumped out of the carriage and walked towards Xuande Gate first.

King Jin's face was discouraged, and he followed in frustration.

Zhao Pu's sudden appearance made his heart heavier and heavier.

Obviously, everything he has painstakingly planned has always been in the calculations of others.

The organs were exhausted, and the yellow finch was behind, and he made a wedding dress for others in vain.

However, at this time, King Jin had no choice but to take one step at a time.

Li Huaizhong, the commander of the left and right carriages of the iron cavalry, rushed to the scene, and saw that the King of Jin, Zhao Pu, and Wang Jien had walked to the Xuande Gate, and he couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, so he restrained the war horse and raised his hand to let the soldiers not act rashly.

Both sides of the earlier fight have retreated, and even the bodies have been taken away.

Cheng Dexuan also left under the escort of those mysterious people.

Two young nuns, one on the left and one on the right, protected Zhao Pu.

Wang Jien seemed to be very jealous of the two nuns, which could be felt from the glances he glanced at from time to time.

The

official stick method and fist method are the best in the world, and the martial arts alone, since the Qin and Han dynasties, among the emperors of all dynasties, it is definitely the existence of the ceiling level, and the folk have the saying that "a coiled dragon stick beats the three hundred military states of the Great Song Dynasty".

King Jin is the younger brother of the official family, and his skills are naturally not bad, but when he saw Wang Jien's expression, he was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Zhao Puruo inadvertently introduced: "These two are little female volunteer Zhiying, who became a monk in her early years and worshiped under the Northland Shennimen, with the legal names Zhiguo and Zhiyuan. "

These words were nothing in the ears of King Jin, but Wang Jien raised his eyebrows.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, Wang Jien is in charge of the Wude Division, and he also knows a little about the famous people in the rivers and lakes.

Five dynasties and ten countries, perennial wars, folk martial arts practice prevailed, and there were many sects. Among the rivers and lakes, led by the four strange people of the five major sects, the five major sects are Beiyan Mountain, West Shaolin, Zhongwudang, East Penglai, and Nanwan Gu, and this northern Shenni is one of the four wonders.

This Zhao Pu's two daughters are all worshiped under the Northland Shenni, this martial art is only afraid that it is not trivial, no wonder he is so confident.

With Wang Jien there, the Xuande Gate slowly opened.

The five of them had their own thoughts, were silent, and walked all the way through the snow through the imperial city to the harem.