Lord of Time!

Chapter 301: Seven Kills, Ming Xin’s Doom

"Seventh brother."

Ji Mingyue hurriedly hurriedly rushed, and as soon as she arrived at Jinling City, she saw a one-sided killing.

Arrows from all directions were like a torrential rain, covering the entire Jinling City, causing a bloody massacre.

There is nothing strange about this arrow, but during flight, it seems to have eyes. It can even track and shoot every Zhao people who are escaping or resisting.

The Zhao soldiers, who were wearing thick armor and carrying shields and carrying swords, clearly looked armed to the teeth, but they had no ability to resist under the sudden attack of a hail of arrows.

Steel armor and iron shields are like fragile pieces of paper, penetrated by arrows and tearing apart the human body.

It looks like all their equipment is fake.

The moonlight reflected in Ji Mingyue's eyes, and she could see through it at a glance. The reason for this situation was not that Zhao Guo's equipment was weak, but because the arrow had a strange and magical power attached to it.

"The spirit is locked and the will will be broken. With such a torrent of steel pushing all the way, once the army is formed, no army can stop their arrows and crossbows from attacking."

"Unless someone can move faster than the arrow, he can deflect the arrow to the side first and deflect the attack, so that he can save his life."

Being able to open arrows that cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye between lightning and flint, how many people can do this under the suppression of the rules of this world where Qi, blood, and true energy are not cultivated, and the body is not transformed. a little?
Ji Mingyue ran all the way, and her understanding of speed and power became more and more profound. The two complemented each other. When she ran, she was like a phantom, shuttling between the city avenues.

Every time an arrow hit her head, she would avoid being locked by the archer's arrow within a few inches. She walked quickly and finally saw the collapsed hall, where several figures were fighting frantically.

I also saw the figure of my seventh brother wearing a green shirt, holding a sharp sword and shooting backwards like lightning.

In the distance, there were three to five thousand Qin troops shouting at the same time to draw their bows and loosen their strings.

The arrows rained down one after another, sealing off the entire hall.

The arrows blocked the way in advance and formed a circle, forcing the cyan figure to block and stop.

Ji Mingyue blinked her eyes and glanced at a man wearing a black dragon robe who was wielding a sword. She discovered that there were two women behind this man, vaguely blocking the surroundings...

On the ground, there is a burly figure with billowing black energy, charging like a pig, with a black lotus in his left hand and a Ruyi in his right hand. At a glance, it makes people slightly frightened. Deep in his heart, a kind of... Extreme disgust comes.

"No matter which one of those two people's combat power seems to be above mine, their Qi is extremely powerful and fierce. Even those two women are not much worse than my current strength. What's important at this time is not The purpose of fighting is to buy some time for Brother Seven and clear the way first."

Ji Mingyue's mind was spinning so fast.

Of course she understands that in this world that only values ​​magical powers and does not understand reason, without magical powers, one is like a lamb, just an ordinary mortal, ready to be slaughtered.

However, once blessed with magical powers, it is possible that even a small soldier can threaten top masters.

Now that the three to five thousand Qin troops have formed a formation, and their arrows are sealing the sky and the earth, even the seventh brother has to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. If he is entangled by them and besieged by the masters, even if he grabs the inheritance tower seal, he can't Concentrate on accelerating refining.

If the time drags on for a little longer, it is very likely that people will be surrounded and die in this ruins.

When she thought of this, she bit her silver teeth secretly, and her slender figure did not move forward. Instead, she faced the misty arrow rain and charged directly into the arrow array army.

"Heaven's heart, the bright moon."

The spiritual state of the sword's heart being clear has actually always been there.

Some special effects cannot be used, but the observation of weaknesses will not disappear with the disappearance of true energy and blood.

The blessing of unparalleled speed allows Ji Mingyue to find the most suitable path from sporadic arrow attacks. The blessing of magical power also allows her to kill almost any enemy in front of her with one sword.

"No, stop her, don't let her run."

"I can't stop it, this woman moves too fast, turns, covers blind shots..."

As Ji Mingyue wielded his sword, conflicts came and went. In the Qin Army's formation, they bounced around like free electrons. There were rains of blood under the sword, and the Qin Army's arrow formation finally began to commotion.

"If you have the ability, you can still lock the attack in one direction, even if you win."

Ji Mingyue gritted her teeth and shouted softly.

His eyes were icy cold.

She was so ruthless at this time that she didn't care whether her hands were stained with blood. As long as she saw piles of sergeants firing arrows at Chen Ping's position, she would kill them in a flash.

Sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, sometimes in circles, sometimes directly through.

With the power of one person, five thousand divine archers were killed, and the formation was in chaos, and everyone was in danger.

Naturally, Chen Ping's arrow rain attack was solved.

……

"Xiao Yue'er is here too, she is always so trustworthy."

Chen Ping had several sharp arrows stuck in his shoulders, arms, and thighs, and blood was flowing out. Only half of the bronze long sword in his hand was left. His figure seemed to be blown up by the breeze, and he moved quickly and unparalleledly on a bright long sword. It dodges under the attack, like a butterfly or a spring swallow, with an indescribable lightness.

He was already at a disadvantage, but when he was struck by a long knife and a pair of agile and versatile hands, he dodged left and right, but there was no trace of worry on his face, instead a slight smile appeared on his face.

Because he missed the initial introduction to refining, at this time, all kinds of enlightenments about the soul tower seal came to his mind, and he already felt that he had naturally mastered another magical power.

This understanding is still rising rapidly, and I feel that this world is completely under my control.

How big your heart is, how vast the world is.

"It turns out that this is the power of the soul, which can turn decay into magic, and the impossible into possibility. It is not just a simple soul attack. At the beginning, the Turin Taoist had such a magical skill, but he was just creating a soul impact. It can be said that it was an unjust death.”

The rapid improvement of spiritual power made Chen Ping understand that if he wants to operate this power well, it actually tests his imagination, or in other words, his belief.

I imagine, I believe.

Then you can turn false into true, and turn the impossible into possible.

With such unreasonable magical power, Zhao Guo was able to bring down their own country. It can only be said that they asked for it.

Because, even Chen Ping has already found out that the Zhao royal family has firmly controlled this inherited tower seal magical power in the hands of the royal family, and they do not select people based on talent, but assign them based on familiarity.

Except for the current King Zhao Ming, the few who have mastered spiritual power are in the hands of his cronies.

An old eunuch who was good for nothing but flattering got a spot because he and King Zhao Ming grew up together and were very loyal.

The other is the brother of King Zhao Ming, a fellow who was not very smart since he was a child. He controls the Yuntai Temple of the ancestral temple, and is the Taoist Priest of Turin who died in the hands of Chen Ping.

The last one is the old prime minister.

This man read it to his core and was loyal to King Zhao Ming. The greatest achievement in his life was to wipe the butt of King Zhao Ming crazily and to hold back the generals of Zhao State.

Among the four places, no one has a quick mind or a smart mind.

How could it be possible to exert the true magical power of this inherited tower seal?
All we can say is that poverty leads to misfortunes and blessings, all have their destiny.

Opportunity, and whether you will be in a high position and achieve success, do not depend on personal ability, nor on talent and talent. Luck is more important than anything else.

Sometimes, a pig or a dog can stand high, but countless smart and talented people can only sink into subordinates forever, unable to stand up for generations...

It has to be said that in a world without transcendence, the role that an individual can play is really too small.

"The three inheritances are mine."

Wang Yulin, the master of Seven Kills, succeeded in his attack and cut off the long sword in Chen Ping's hand, feeling greatly refreshed for a moment.

Seizing the lead of King Wu of Wei, the true meaning of Seven Kills turned into a spiritual torrent. While pressing down with a rumble, his will was like a knife. With unstoppable sharp cutting power, he rushed forward and slashed towards Chen Ping.

He is confident that the soul essence of his Dao Dan master, combined with the seven-fold increase in spiritual power, is unmatched by anyone in this world.

And when the willpower is condensed into substance, it can cut off everything, leave traces in the void, and nothing can stop the attack of his Seven Killing Sword Intent.

Although the opponent has an inexplicable swordsmanship that sees through weaknesses, is too fast for him to keep up with, and is extremely powerful, he still has to fight head-on under the mental shock and arrow rain blockade.

In particular, there was King Wu of Wei who could not be killed no matter how hard he fought. His hand seal skills were as strong as a wave of attack and his defense was as strong as an iron wall. He was entangled for life on the side.

He couldn't imagine how the man in Tsing Yi could escape from death by relying on his speed to win the seal of the Zhao Kingdom's inheritance tower.

"My heart is as solid as a rock."

Chen Ping did not retreat this time.Instead, he sneered as he looked at the figure of Master Qisha coming towards him ferociously, and ignored King Wei Wu beside him, who rolled up his palms from the ground like lotuses blooming.

"My sword can cut through the sun, moon and stars."

Blessed by the power of two thoughts.

The broken sword swung in Chen Ping's hand suddenly flashed with bright white light. This light was more dazzling than the rays of the midday sun...

When the sword started, it struck first and cut off the two palms that had just been slapped on his chest. At the same time, two bright long blades that looked like knives flew out in a swirl and were connected to the hilt of the sword. Yes, it's an arm.

"impossible."

Master Qisha was still charging forward, but the arm holding the sword had already flown up. He almost couldn't stop himself, his eyes were full of shock.

Because, he did not see clearly at what angle and what kind of sword move the opponent's half-broken sword was used to cut off his long sword, and also hurt his body.

Not only did the tyrannical mental crushing fail to work.

Even the indestructible power of will was offset and even more restrained.

Not only him, but also Taoist Mingxin, who is now the "King Wu of Wei", looks horrified.

He recalled the time when he was suppressed and beaten until he lost his temper.

That time, the opponent's power was also unreasonably strong.

This time, it was too fast for the naked eye to see clearly, and it was too late to react.

If you were able to withstand the opponent's sword edge with your strong physique before, even if your body is stabbed with thousands of holes, it will not cause any harm and you can just recover.

However, the sword strike just now seemed to directly deny the existence of his two palms from the soul level.

How can something that never existed grow again?

"Nothing is impossible. The speed of my sword can tear apart space."

Chen Ping laughed.

He completely understood how this spiritual power was going to play.

As long as you are determined and have enough imagination, you can bless any magical power.

Just like the speed and power that I have realized a long time ago.

Once blessed by the mind, the efficiency will be doubled immediately.

You think that seven times the speed is the limit, but it is not.

The soul tells you that there is no limit to this world. As long as you think about it, there will be it.

"I give you the Tongtian Tower. I am the head catcher of the Dayue Dynasty. Under the orders of Qiutang Palace Master, I am accompanying the disciples of the Mingyue Tianzong. I have an important responsibility. You cannot kill me."

Master Qisha felt Chen Ping's substantial murderous intention and locked himself tightly.

With his heart beating wildly, he said quickly.

Although in this world, the real energy and mana are suppressed by the blockade, but after all, he is a veteran Taoist master who has understood the law of Taoist elixir and is very good at attacking and killing. He still doesn't understand his situation.

He was even sure that if he died in this world, he would really die.

Not even a shred of soul can escape.

Huge regret appeared deep in his heart. Master Qisha knew very well that if he didn't give in quickly, he would never have another chance.

'I am full of food and want to follow that good-for-nothing dude to plot the Tower of Babel...'

He was the son of a common family and was found to have a talent for spiritual practice. Later, he took over his father's position and worked as a small servant in Qiutang Mansion.

This time, he was given the task of escorting Huang Zongwu, Huang Yuee's brother of Mingyue Sect, on his trip. He believed that this was a turning point in his life.

Humanity is the easiest to practice among the six gates. However, monks without background and inheritance can only practice some exercises that are harmful to the body and mind, and the future is unclear. They have to risk their lives to get the follow-up teachings, such as magical elixirs and magical medicines. Don't even mention it.

To be able to climb to the position of the head catcher in Qiutang Mansion, defeat countless colleagues, and kill the seven masters, he has long exchanged his dignity and face for money.

Seeing that the situation was not good at this time, he immediately admitted defeat. It can be said that as long as ordinary people do not want to offend the Dayue Dynasty and the Mingyue Tianzong, there is absolutely no reason to kill him.

The voice just fell.

Master Qisha felt a white light appear in front of his eyes and felt a chill on his neck.

His vision was already spinning, and the surrounding scenery gradually became blurry.

"You actually dare to kill me?"

The last thought, Master Qisha still couldn't believe it.

Are you so careless?

"Dayue Dynasty, Mingyue Tianzong, what is that?"

Chen Ping sneered.

"You may not remember, but I clearly remember the sword intent among the hundreds of thousands of people in Luoqiao County, Xingqing Prefecture... I once promised to avenge them, how can I break my promise?"

Thinking of the tragic image of Luoqiao County he saw before entering the Babel Tower, Chen Ping's heart was as cold as a knife. He looked up and saw that the two women had separated into two directions and fled frantically.

"It's none of our business, we're just maids and don't know anything."

"My eldest lady is a direct disciple of the Mingyue Sect. She has a distinguished status and a hair on her body is thicker than your thighs. It's okay for you to kill Wang Baotou. Once you offend the Mingyue Sect, no matter how big the world is, there will be no chance of survival. .”

"Yes, yes, my young master is just having fun. He doesn't really want to get the Tower of Babel. After he goes back, he won't say anything..."

Bitao and Qingliu ran away and shouted, obviously frightened.

They simply couldn't understand that the opponent who had been fighting back and forth suddenly showed his fangs. Not only was his attack so fast that he couldn't see his shadow, but his sword was so powerful that even the Seven Killers couldn't resist it.

"Isn't it interesting that we are still lying to each other now?"

When he saw the two women running away with guilty consciences, Chen Ping could understand without even asking.

Master Qisha killed so many people that day, perhaps just to accumulate murderous energy and nourish his sword to increase the success rate of breaking into the tower. However, these two people must not have done anything good. They may be happy to see the results, or even add fuel to the fire.

No matter what, none of the four people in the memory image can survive.

Since the innocent people were regarded as ants in the first place, then one should also be able to accept the outcome of being trampled to death like an ant.

His standing figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had cut off the heads of Bitao and Qingliu.

I didn't even forget that I found two tower seals from Qisha Zhenren's head and head.

Looking back, he saw the huge 'King Wei Wu' with broken palms still standing on the same spot, but with evil aura billowing from his body, and his aura became a little stronger.

"I'm surprised, why don't you run away?"

Chen Ping looked at this "old friend" curiously.

This Mingxin Taoist was born in the Black Lotus Palace of the Nine Palaces of Conquering Demons, and has been operating on Fang Bingli Island for an unknown number of years. In fact, Chen Ping even saw a corner of the future destiny of the Faxiang Sect's "Tang Lin'er" and had a glimpse of that Buddhist disciple. subsequent experiences.

Experience shows that in the end, the Northern Zhou Dynasty took over the world, and finally fought against endless chaos monsters.

It can be inferred from this that this Taoist Mingxin must have had the last laugh.

What did he rely on to actually destroy the Dali Dynasty, and how did he deal with some of the troops sent by Ji Hai to protect him.

That future will naturally never become reality again, but this disciple of the Black Lotus Sect is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He has something to rely on.

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(End of this chapter)