Mysterious mirror hanging high

Wang Chong laughed and said, "What a pity! If you can't become an innate being, you will end up being an ant!"

"So what if you're not a congenital being? I'll still kill you!"

Jing Yu grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "I'm really annoyed by you bunch of Xiantian masters. You all really think you are gods."

"Young man, Xiantian is more than just a breath of true energy!"

Wang Chong slowly drew out the twin purple and green swords from his waist. Two pale white sword beams flickered at the tips of the swords. "It just so happens that my sword energy has reached perfection. I was going to seek out Wu Juecheng to compete for the title of Zhao State's number one master. Now, I'll test my sword skills on his registered disciple!"

"Hey!" Jing Yu rushed towards Wang Chong suddenly, raised the golden hammer in his hand high, and smashed it towards Wang Chong's face.

"After all, he is a martial artist who practices unorthodox martial arts. His movements are surprisingly slow."

Wang Chong saw that Jing Yu was not moving fast, so he put his heart at ease. He raised the tip of the purple lightning sword in his left hand and pointed it at Jing Yu's shoulder: "Cut off one of your arms first!"

But when the sword light was about to hit Jing Yu, a layer of gray light suddenly appeared on Jing Yu's shoulder, which was able to compete with the sword light transformed by Wang Chong's innate true energy, and finally canceled each other out!

By the time the purple lightning sword blade hit Jing Yu's shoulder, most of the power of the strike had been reduced. Even though this long sword was a rare divine weapon, it was stuck firmly in the muscles and could not move forward an inch.

call--

Just when Wang Chong was in a dilemma, a golden hammer with a gust of wind came towards his face. He took a deep breath, gathered all his energy, and held the Qingshuang sword in his right hand horizontally, ready to take the hammer.

However, what no one had expected was that the immense impact of Jing Yu's hammer actually shattered Wang Chong's protective Qi, crushing the Qingshuang Sword, Wang Chong's arm, and even his face, leaving them dented...

Controlling his muscles, he ejected the purple lightning sword from his shoulder, leaving only a shallow wound, which healed in an instant. Jing Yu pulled the golden melon hammer stuck in Wang Chong's head out of the mess, looked up at the stunned Zhao Mingyue, and muttered to himself in surprise:

"It turns out that there are differences between Grandmasters..."

Jing Yu has been with Wu Juecheng for a long time. Although he hides his strength on weekdays, they often feed off each other's moves. He can more or less sense where the ceiling of Wu Juecheng's combat power is.

When he had perfected the second level of body forging, he felt that if it was a life-and-death fight, the odds of winning against Wu Juecheng would be fifty-fifty. Only when he reached the third level of body forging did Jing Yu believe that he could easily defeat Wu Juecheng.

Jing Yu was now at the fourth level of Body Forging. He felt that even if he could easily defeat Wu Juecheng, it would take at least several moves to defeat this "Number One Grandmaster of Zhao State."

Little did he know that Wang Chong, who was also a master of innateness, could not even survive a single encounter. He could clearly feel that Wang Chong's innate true energy was far inferior to Wu Juecheng in terms of purity and toughness, and he was killed by a golden melon hammer he picked up at random.

"Wu Juecheng is still quite something." Jing Yu muttered a few words, suddenly turned his head to look in one direction, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So we're here too..."

Wu Juecheng, who was hiding on the palace wall in the distance and peeping, felt Jing Yu's gaze and couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body: "He discovered me!"

Seventh Prince Zhao Mingfu, who was also lying on the courtyard wall and observing secretly, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, what's wrong with Sixth Brother? The Purple and Green Swords, both of whom are Xiantian Grandmasters, couldn't withstand a single blow from him?"

"Fu'er, I think you shouldn't get involved in the throne." Wu Juecheng murmured, "Zhao Mingjing is definitely not just a Xiantian Grandmaster. He, what he used..."

"I'm afraid it's the method of an immortal!"

"Fairy!"

Zhao Mingfu's pupils shrank, as if he recalled the scene from his childhood.

The next second, Zhao Mingfu was like a frightened rabbit, his tone was urgent and short: "Master, let's go! Leave Zhao State! The sooner the better... Don't meet Sixth Brother again!"

At this moment, Zhao Mingyu in Chongming Hall opened his mouth wide, his eyes blurring. "Is it a destiny? Does Sixth Brother have a destiny?"

Zhao Mingcheng, who was already the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, but he was completely unaware. Amidst the tension, there seemed to be a sense of relief.

"Second sister, surrender."

Jing Yu, clutching the golden hammer still dripping with the red and white mixture, walked slowly and confidently towards Zhao Mingyue. "They've all been your subordinates, having worked with you for years. Why let them die in vain?"

At this moment, Zhao Mingyue woke up as if from a dream, her pupils almost filled with fear. She tried her best to suppress the urge to turn around and run. The huge depression, repression, panic and loss in her body were finally compressed into her chest, turning into a high-pitched scream:

"Arbalista, fire arrows!"

Whoosh whoosh—

The overwhelming crossbow arrows densely filled Jing Yu's field of vision. The powerful five senses enhanced in all aspects by Ku Du's treasure body allowed him to easily capture the trajectory of each crossbow arrow. Jing Yu even had enough time to think about some boring questions, such as how Wang Chong, who was just killed by his hammer, would deal with this crossbow arrow if faced with it?

Puff puff--

Jing Yu's entire body was wrapped in the [Kudu Xuan Guang], and he looked like a dark grey stone sculpture. The powerful crossbow arrows that were strong enough to pierce through clouds and split rocks hit the grey Xuan Guang, making a dull sound, and then fell down powerlessly, failing to even penetrate the thin grey coating.

"Monster...monster..."

Zhao Mingyue's expression finally turned into complete horror. She felt a flash before her eyes, and a strong hand grabbed her bright golden shoulder armor and lifted her up from the horse like a chick.

Jing Yu carried Zhao Mingyue and walked back to the gate of Chongming Palace slowly as if strolling in the garden. The rebels in the palace saw that their lord was captured from the army and looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"What are you still doing?"

Jing Yu turned around and glared, then shouted, "The master has been captured, are you still waiting to fight to the bitter end to preserve your loyalty?"

Clang—clang—

Thousands of rebels in the palace woke up as if from a dream, and almost threw their weapons to the ground at the same time.

At the same time, Jing Yu also threw Zhao Mingyue to the ground. Zhao Mingyue looked up and saw his sixth brother, whom he had never looked at directly. He found that his expression was indifferent. The dark clouds above his head parted for a moment, and under the strong sunlight, Zhao Mingyue could not see the man's expression.

Although she had been immediately imprisoned, Zhao Mingyue felt relieved for some reason. She looked up into Chongming Hall, her gaze passing through Zhao Mingyu, whose eyelids drooped, Zhao Mingcheng, whose expression was complicated, Zhao Minglou, who was shaking like a sieve, and finally landing on Emperor Zhao, Zhao Sheng, who lay flat on the main seat, his eyes closed, his life or death unknown. Suddenly, she felt as if her whole body shattered, and she broke down and cried:

"Dad! What can I do? Chengyu is dead! My prince was murdered! What can I do!"