Chapter 2782 Thunder Destroys Meng Wu, Xu Qian'an Dies

Li Miaozhen stared at Xu Qiyan in surprise, with a big question mark flashing in her mind. Judging from her vision as the Saint of Tianzong, the blade was so sharp and swift as thunder that even a warrior who had just entered the sixth-grade bronze skin and iron bones realm could not resist it with his flesh. Could this be cut by a warrior in the Qi training realm?

Xu Qiyan rode back on his horse, his body was extremely empty, his vitality was exhausted, and he said lightly while holding on to his tired body.

"General Xu, I am Xu Qiyan, representing the governor to discuss with you."

People with strength will naturally be respected. Xu Huchen did not dare to underestimate the night watchman Tongluo anymore, and said in a deep voice.

"Please speak, sir."

Since both parties were able to communicate calmly, the situation was stabilized. Later, the governor came out to appease him and put on a courtesy attitude, which flattered Xu Huchen and made a promise that he would never wrongly accuse Yang Chuannan, so that Xu Huchen could rest assured.

This is how rough people are. They fight on the battlefield without frowning, but once others ask about their well-being, they will be grateful and not be fierce. In the end, everyone was happy. Xu Huchen explained to the soldiers, and Governor Zhang resolved the military remonstrance without causing any trouble.

The real mastermind behind the Yunzhou case was actually Song Buzhengshi. Xu Qian'an solved the mystery and originally planned to arrest Song Changfu with thunder. But Song Changfu sensed the danger in advance, designed to confuse Xu Qian'an and others, and secretly blocked the city gate.

There was also a fourth-grade dream witch who poisoned Jinluo Jiang Lu, who was unable to resist this master. In an instant, Xu Qian'an and his party seemed to be in a desperate situation.

Shouts of killing sounded immediately, and the Huben Guards guarding outside fought with the traitors of the Wucheng Bingmasi. The sound of bowstrings, the sound of muskets firing, and the sound of weapons colliding were clearly heard by everyone.

There are rebels far away and dream witches nearby. This is a desperate situation, which makes the night watchmen look ugly and their hearts sink to the bottom of the valley. Fortunately, they are all experienced night watchmen. They are used to blood and fighting and are determined.

"When you die, Song, the governor, will take over the officialdom of Yunzhou."

"At that time, the mountain bandits hoarded everywhere will attack the prefectures and counties, and Yunzhou will be separated from Dafeng."

The fourth-rank dream witch looked at the night watchmen in front of him with a smug smile on his face, as if he had a sure win. As long as he killed all these people, Yunzhou's affairs would be considered a success.

Dafeng and the Wushen Cult occasionally have conflicts. The intelligence of wizards below the fourth rank, including the fourth rank, is very detailed in the night watchmen's office.

The ninth-rank wizard can refine living people into puppets, and with the help of secret techniques to stimulate potential and burn blood essence, so that an ordinary person instantly has extremely strong combat power. The more it is improved, the faster the blood essence burns until the oil is exhausted.

At the same time, the ninth-grade wizard can also stimulate the potential of his companions, also at the cost of burning blood, so he is called "blood spirit".

The ability mastered by the eighth-grade wizard is to curse, and he can curse the target person according to the birth date, personal belongings, and objects such as blood, flesh and body fluids as the medium. Therefore, the eighth-grade wizard is called "curse master", and the advantage is that it is weird and unpredictable, making it difficult to guard against. The disadvantage is that it can only curse targets whose realm is lower than itself.

The title of the seventh-grade wizard is "spiritual medium", who can manipulate corpses and ghosts. Whether it is Dafeng or the demon tribe in the north, they have suffered from spiritual mediums on the battlefield.

The sixth-grade wizard is called "divination master", who is proficient in divination and avoids evil. The wizard of this realm can be described in two words: stable and hide! Describe it in one sentence: as stable as an old dog. You don't need to look at the almanac when you go out, you only need to calculate a hexagram to know whether it will be good or bad today.

The fifth-grade wizard is called "Zhu Ji", who can summon the fighting spirit of the ancestors through rituals and possess himself. If the summoned fighting spirit is a warrior, then Zhu Ji is a warrior. If he is a Taoist priest, then Zhuji is a Taoist priest, and so on. The limitation is that he can only summon fighting spirits of the same level.

The fourth-grade wizard is the realm of the prefect in front of him, "Dream Wizard", walking in the dream, killing people invisibly. The most effective way to encounter a dream wizard is not to sleep.

"Don't give him the opportunity to arrange the ceremony, don't give him the opportunity to ask the fighting spirit to possess him, we still have a chance to win!"

A silver gong shouted, inspiring the morale of his companions, protecting the golden gong Jiang Luzhong and the governor behind him, raised the saber in his hand, stepped out, and rushed forward, extremely determined, full of courage to face death.

"Who told you that the ceremony must be arranged by the wizard himself? In fact, puppets can also be used!"

The fourth-grade dream wizard had a sarcastic look on his face, as if he was amused by the silver gong's behavior. The gap between the grades is not so easy to cross. It's just that the silver gong in the seventh-grade refining realm dares to fight with him. It's really overestimating its own ability.

Suddenly, an ignored official cut his wrist, drew a strange and complex array pattern on the ground with blood, and muttered obscure syllables.

The next moment, a strong aura was born from the body of the fourth-grade dream witch, and a wisp of black smoke floated above his head, vaguely a blurry figure.

The other silver gong was shocked when he saw this, and did not dare to hesitate. He flashed his body and slashed the saber in his hand fiercely. The black smoke swayed and blocked the attacks of the two silver gongs outside the dream witch.

"Dang!"

"Kacha!"

There was a fierce collision between the saber and the black smoke, and cracks appeared on the blade, which shattered with a bang. The dream witch stretched out his hands slowly but quickly, pinched the necks of the two silver gongs, exerted force with his fingers, and the bones broke. The two silver gongs died instantly, and they had no power to fight back at all.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. The two Yin Luo were actually not the enemies of the fourth-grade Dream Witch. Now Jin Luo and Jiang Lu were poisoned and were unable to take action. They have fallen into a desperate situation and their chances of survival are slim.

Xu Qi'an was not a person who gave up easily. Even though he knew he was losing, he still had to fight for it. He slowly took out the saber from his waist and calmly concentrated on it. He visualized an extremely fierce statue in his mind, and a shocking wave surged out of his body. With the evil spirit, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind seemed to completely resonate with the Dharma picture in his arms. The sword was bright and sharp. He shouted, stepped hard, the ground shattered, and instantly appeared in the fourth level. In front of Meng Wu, the long knife in his hand slashed hard, splitting Huashan with all his strength, like a warrior who calmly faced death.

"Little tricks!"

The fourth-level dream witch looked disdainfully at Xu Qian, who jumped in front of him, with a sarcastic look on his face. He was just an eighth-level martial artist who was half-stepping into spiritual training. Even if he stood still, the other party couldn't do anything to him.

"when!"

The fact was as expected by a fourth-level dream witch. Xu Qi'an slashed at the black smoke with all his strength, only causing slight fluctuations and resisting it.

Xu Qian's heart was pounding, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was pale. The blow just now had already drained all his strength. He was able to stand at this time, which showed his amazing willpower.

"You're just an ant, you should accept your fate of death!"

The fourth-level Dream Witch curled his lips in disdain and slowly raised his hand. The black smoke wrapped around him and turned into a rope, like a dragon and snake, swimming in the void and wrapping around Xu Qian's neck. He wanted to kill Xu Qian alive. Strangling, enjoy the painful struggle of this gong.

The fourth-level dream witch is a complete pervert. He likes to torture his enemies every time and admire their painful expressions when facing death. The painful wails and powerless struggles can give him a sense of satisfaction and make his blood boil. , obsessed with it.

"Ho ho!"

The rope made of black smoke wrapped around Xu Qi'an's neck and gradually tightened. Xu Qi'an's eyes bulged, his mouth opened, and he made a sound of struggling. His hands were holding on to the black smoke rope, hoping to breathe fresh air. .

"Why fight to the death? Just accept your fate of death!"

The fourth-level dream witch now showed a cat-and-mouse smile, admiring Xu Qi'an's painful struggle with great satisfaction, with a perverted expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Please help me, Master!"

Xu Qi'an is asking for help from the Shenshu monk in his body, and uses his power to resist the fourth-level dream witch.

"Donor, it's not that I won't lend you my power, but the energy in your body is exhausted, and I can't help you."

The young monk clasped his hands together with a look of embarrassment on his face. If he forcibly lent his power to Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an would exhaust his energy and blood and die. .

Xu Qian was startled and despaired upon hearing this, his eyes became extremely dim, and waves of darkness surged towards him. Are you going to die? I'm really unwilling to do so. There are still several courtesans in the Jiaofang Division who haven't slept with each other yet!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A powerful and righteous energy rose up from Xu Qi'an's arms. He was upright and unyielding, soaring into the sky, triggering the invisible laws. The color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind and clouds suddenly rose, and the silver snake was among the dark clouds. Shining, it made a roar that shook the world.

"Thunder comes!"

A clear voice sounded in the depths of Xu Qi'an's mind, which shocked him. He woke up a little and looked forward. A thunder fell from the sky and struck the fourth-level dream witch. The black smoke covering his body did not disappear. If it plays any role, it will be annihilated by thunder and lightning, and the lightning will shine brightly.

"Haoran is upright and follows his words. How is that possible?!"

The fourth-level dream witch only had time to utter a cry of surprise before his figure was already submerged by the thunder, the green bricks on the ground shattered, and there was a burning smell around him.

The black smoke rope around Xu Qian's neck dissipated, and what came into view was a charred corpse. It was so miserable that it was impossible to see its original appearance clearly.

"You can't be too arrogant. You don't understand why a villain dies because he talks too much. He dies unjustly!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! You were scorched by the thunder. Even your mother can't recognize you now!"

Xu Qi'an survived the catastrophe and was extremely excited. He walked to the body of the fourth-level dream witch with a cheerful smile on his face. He couldn't help but touch his hand into his arms and touched the picture of the mind. This time it was really... He was so lucky. If he hadn't entered the realm of refining gods yet and carried this volume of dharma picture with him, he would probably be in the cold.

In Kyoto City, at the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, Xu Zisheng was sitting in a pavilion drinking tea and admiring plum blossoms. Suddenly he felt that the aura of righteousness he had left in the visualization picture was aroused. With a move in his heart, he understood the cause and effect of the matter, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. sneered.

"A mere fourth-grade dream witch, nothing more than an ant!"

"Crisis, crisis, there are opportunities hidden in danger, it depends on whether you can take this opportunity to break through the realm of refining gods!"

The watchmen helped each other into the inner hall, meditated, and healed their injuries. Jiang Lvzhong glanced at Xu Qian, with a somewhat relieved look in his eyes, but the faint sounds of fighting outside had come to an end, which made him realize that everyone was not out of danger.

"What's going on outside?"

Governor Zhang of the Metropolitan Procuratorate looked out of the lobby with a solemn expression. He was already preparing to die.

"There are probably four to five hundred rebels outside, and the Tiger Guards may have been completely destroyed."

Xu Qian's expression was solemn. They were still in a dangerous situation. The rebels could rush in at any time. With their strength, they couldn't resist it. They couldn't wait for the rescue of Li Miaozhen and others.

"That's it, that's it! It seems that there is no escape. I have failed the emperor's favor and the entrustment of Duke Wei."

"Ning Yan, let's go. With your fighting power, you can escape from the back hall."

Governor Zhang had a bit of a sad smile on his face, looking at everyone with a tragic expression, but his eyes were extremely determined, he sacrificed himself for his country, and his life was not in vain.

Jinluo Jiang Luzhong's eyes were red, looking at Yinluo lying on the ground outside, not wanting to drag Xu Qi'an down, he kept urging.

"Gungun, hurry up, I will die here with my subordinates today. You are the one that Wei Gong likes. If you want to die here, Wei Gong will dig my grave."

"There is hope. As long as we hold on, we will have reinforcements."

In Xu Qian's sight, he could already see the rebels coming in.

Xu Qi'an looked back with an extremely tragic look, held his hands towards Governor Zhang, and said very seriously.

"The governor is a good official. Although he is also full of bad ideas, he always puts the people first. I hate this world, but I am very happy to see a good official like you, so I don't want you to die. "

Xu Qian then turned to look at Jin Luo Jiang Luzhong and cupped his hands again.

"Jiang Jinluo is a good superior, and Jiaofangsi is a good drinker of flower wine. If there is a chance in the future, I will invite you to Jiaofangsi again. You can tell me which oiran you like, but Fuxiang is not good, she is mine! "

Finally, Xu Qian looked at the two Yinluo corpses lying on the ground, admiration and recognition flashed in his expression, and he said in a deep voice.

"No matter what kind of people they were in life, at least they lived up to the word "watchman" when they died."

Finally, Xu Qi'an clasped his fists, raised them above his head, and looked in the direction of Kyoto. The figure of the eunuch in green seemed to appear in front of him. His eyes were gentle, elegant and handsome, and he had a charming charm that made people's hearts win.

Xu Qi'an looked solemn and spoke slowly but firmly.

"Wei Gong treats me with great kindness. He treats me like a mountain. When there is no reason to enjoy benefits, I rush to the front, but when I encounter danger, I retreat behind."

After saying that, Xu Qian closed the door of the lobby and stepped into the courtyard alone, preparing to fight the rebels alone to buy time for Governor Zhang and others.

Jiang Luzhong was extremely moved, his eyes were red and filled with tears. He weakly raised his hand to stop Xu Qian and shouted hoarsely.

"Ning Yan! Come back!"

The watchmen murmured to themselves with trembling lips and tears in their eyes.

"No, no, he's attacking the God Refining Realm. He can't withstand the rebels' attack at all!"

Governor Zhang stood up tremblingly. He was so weak that he would fall down when the wind blew, but he still stood up strong and bowed deeply towards Xu Qian's back.

They couldn't see what was going on outside, but among the sounds of crossbows being fired, the sounds of weapons clashing, and the noisy shouts of killing, the young man's passionate chanting could be heard.

"Young man is chivalrous and makes friends with heroes from all five cities. His liver and gallbladder are hollow, and his hair is ridged. In the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

Xu Qi'an stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard, with his sword raised and lowered, and when the rebels came, he killed one, two, and a pair. The armor on the rebels was as fragile as paper, let alone flesh and blood, in this long knife produced by Jianzheng.

Xu Qian felt uncomfortable at first and was full of fear of his hands being stained with blood, but after killing too many people, he became numb. The rebels are mostly ordinary people, with occasionally a few masters of the Refining Realm. For Xu Qi'an, who has strong Qi and has half a foot in the realm of refining gods, there is actually not much difference.

But Xu Qi'an couldn't stand the crowd tactics, and his own condition was really bad. After killing more than a dozen people at once, Xu Qi'an gradually became exhausted, his stomach was churning, his arms were numb, and he lost consciousness.

The most troublesome thing is the crossbows. These things are so densely packed that it is impossible for a knife to hold them. Fortunately, Xu Qi'an had a gong tied to his chest, so he could not be harmed by swords, guns, swords and crossbows. Xu Qi'an tried his best to take the cold arrows that were aimed at his face, but let the rest go.

After beheading fifty people in one breath, Xu Qi'an reached his first limit. The energy in his body was exhausted, his eyes turned black, his spirit was like a dry pond, and he would pass out in the next moment. When he survived this limit, he was surprised to find that a new spring emerged from the dry pond, nourishing his soul.

The surrounding scenery became clearer. The soldiers' ferocious facial expressions, bulging muscles, and the tracks drawn by the swords were all accurately captured and imprinted in Xu Qian's mind.

Is this the God-Refining Realm, the God-Refining Realm where you can see everything around you?

Live to die! Xu Qi'an suddenly understood this truth. He looked at the evil gods in his mind, and a giant with three heads and six arms appeared. His roar shook the heaven and earth. The evil aura was astonishing and indestructible.

The endless squeezing of the soul is itself a kind of living towards death. But it is not enough. If the soul is compared to a piece of iron embryo, the promotion of ordinary warriors to the realm of refining the gods is equivalent to hitting it only once with a hammer.

What Xu Qi'an is doing now is to beat him repeatedly, tempering his soul, breaking through the limit on the edge of life and death again and again, beheading a hundred people. He is facing the limit again. After pushing through, a new force pours out from the depths of his body, and his mental power Making rapid progress again, the fierce god with three heads and six arms became more fierce and lifelike, as if it had come to life. The roar echoed in Xu Qian's mind, making his fighting spirit even more intense.

"No, I can't hold on anymore, I've really reached my limit!"

After Xu Qi'an killed two hundred people in one go, no new power continued to flow out of his body. He had run out of energy and died of exhaustion.

The rapid growth of the soul has nothing to do with the body. He squeezed the soul again and again, which was actually squeezing the body again and again. The soul had new power, but his body did not.

Xu Qi'an finally stopped swinging his sword and stood with his sword. The rebels on the opposite side did not continue to attack. They held their swords, their faces were hideous, alert, and terrified. They were frightened by Xu Qi'an's killing.

"Shoot him with a crossbow."

Suddenly, a voice in the crowd shouted loudly, the voice trembling, full of panic and fear, obviously scared by Xu Qi'an.

Bang bang bang! The bowstring vibrated, and the crossbow arrow shot out. I don't know if it was because of exhaustion or nervousness, the crossbow arrow originally shot at the center of the eyebrows was actually deviated and flew past Xu Qi'an's scalp.