Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Chapter 200 Xueba is not on the stage, and the Nilin Sword is on the stage! (310)

Wearing a purple brocade robe and a Confucian scarf on his head, Han Fei is a handsome young man with an extraordinary bearing.

He walked to Han Wang'an's side, bowed with both hands, and said, "My father, my son, Han Fei, can break through this strange art of shielding armor."

"Old Nine?"

Han Wangan looked puzzled, frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Hong Lian laughed coquettishly, stepped forward and said, "Father, it's not just Brother Jiu, the daughter is also here."

Honglian "unintentionally" explained: "My daughter made an appointment with Brother Jiu the day before yesterday, and today happened to be taking a bath, so I asked him to come to my mansion for dinner."

"As a result, as soon as brother Jiu entered the palace, we found out that your father had sent a large number of people and a large number of armored soldiers here. Out of curiosity, we came here to have a look."

Honglian turned around, looked at the mansion, and said with a sneer, "Hmph, father, my daughter told you a long time ago that this girl is a witch, so she cannot be trusted."

Since she was a child, Honglian didn't like the trendy banshee, because when she was very young, the trendy banshee entered the palace and became the key object of Han Wangan's stay.

As a result, the young Honglian seldom gets the care and company of his father.

Another reason is hard to explain. Honglian and Chao Banshee just don't have eye ties, and she gets angry when she sees this witch.

Han Wangan stared and said: "Old Jiu, can you crack this strange art of armor?"

Han Fei replied: "Father, my son studied with his teacher Master Xun. He has dabbled in astronomy and geography, internal affairs and laws, and Qimen Dunjia. It is easy to break through."

"Okay." Han Wangan said: "Old Jiu, then I will leave it to you."

Han Wang Anji saluted first, then turned around, stepped forward, and said with his hands behind his back: "You come with me."

All the government soldiers looked hesitant.

Han Fei stood up indifferently: "The so-called Qimen Dunjia is just a combination of the right time, place, people and the three elements, cleverly combining environmental energy with time and space to form a moving formation."

"Qimen Dunjia, divided into eight doors——Shu Sheng hurts Du Jing and dies."

In the courtyard, the fashionable banshee heard Han Fei's words, her beautiful face showed an ugly look, and her beautiful eyes showed tension and worry.

Han Fei continued: "Kai Xiusheng is Sanjimen."

"Death and injury are the three evil gates."

"Du Men and Jing Men are Zhongping."

"Accompanied by the operation of the eight gates, corresponding to the twelve hours of each day, they are divided into nine rounds of Yin Dun, eight rounds of Yin Dun, seven rounds of Yin Dun... two rounds of Yin Dun, and one round of Yin Dun."

A group of government soldiers and a group of night assassins showed admiration on their faces. Although they couldn't understand, they felt very powerful.

The Canglang King, dressed in black, with green eyes, explosive short black hair and disheveled hair, wearing a half-face mask, with claw weapons tied on the back of both hands, clasped his fists in a salute and said, "The villain is willing to enter the game with Master Ninth."

The general of the government soldiers, the peak of the eighth rank, and a middle-aged man in his thirties, he also clasped his fists and said: "The last general is also willing to enter the game with the ninth son."

They were all smart people and knew that Han Fei would never put himself in danger. Han Fei was a strange man who had won many battles since the match against Nightfall, and he was the ninth son of the noble royal family.

At the same time, they also found an opportunity to enter the court and take control of real power.

The tide banshee was hated by the king, but the king sent troops to attack this place, but he didn't choose the most powerful imperial guards who were closest to this place, and he didn't send anyone to inform Ji Wuye to come to serve.

They had vaguely guessed something, Ji Wuye lost the king's trust, for a subject, this was absolutely fatal.

If you don't show your loyalty at this time, you will regret it for life.

Han Fei smiled and said, "You all follow me."

"As ordered."

Han Fei was dressed in purple, with an extraordinary bearing, followed by everyone behind him.

Han Wangan was in a trance. For a moment, he looked at Han Fei, as if he saw himself when he was young.

At a side door, Han Fei stopped and said, "This is Dumen, calculate the time, and you can enter after half a quarter of an hour."

Half a quarter of an hour passed by.

At a certain moment, Han Fei said, "Break the door."

The Canglang King waved his hands, his sharp claws flashed coldly, and tore through the thick wooden door.

"Young Master Ninth, the subordinates will go first." The Canglang King walked into the door first.

Afterwards, Han Fei stepped into a side courtyard.

In the end, a group of people followed immediately.

Walking into the courtyard, Han Fei stared in all directions, waved his hand to the front left, and said, "Go to 20 people, walk forward fifteen steps, and guard this place."

"Yes." The general of the government soldiers waved his hand, and twenty soldiers walked out immediately.

Then Han Fei continued to walk, and a group of people continued to keep up. At different formation nodes, Han Fei continued to assign people.

"Twenty steps to the right, 20 people left behind."

……

"The door of death ahead, 30 steps on the left and right, [-] people left behind on each side."

"..."

"Front left, go to ten people, take thirteen steps."

"..."

In just half a quarter of an hour, hundreds of soldiers occupied more than [-]% of the formation nodes, step by step compressing the blocking space of the tide banshees. Once they made a move, they were immediately attacked by soldiers from all directions.

Han Fei used soldiers to occupy the key points of the formation and turned against the enemy. It was not just as simple as cracking the formation, but turned it into his own use to strengthen our strength.

Finally, Han Fei walked to the middle of the courtyard, facing the wounded door, followed by hundreds of armored soldiers, more than 20 assassins from the Night Assassin Group, and said loudly: "Tide Banshee, you have no way out, just capture it with your hands down."

Inside the wounded door, the tide banshee said coldly: "Arrest without a fight, hmph, it is absolutely impossible."

"I'll kill you first, then go to Li Changqing, and then escape from South Korea, the world is so big, you can go anywhere."

Han Fei said, "You can go directly to Brother Li, he is in Zilan Villa."

Trendy Banshee: "..."

I'm just saying it, but you really mean it.

If you look for Li Changqing, you will never return.

Han Fei's face was solemn, his hands were concentrated, and he waved: "Break the door."

The Canglang King and the eighth-rank military general are ready to attack.

The next moment, in the outer courtyard square, the eunuch Zhang shouted loudly: "Guard, hurry up."

"There are assassins, escort."

The expressions of Han Fei and the three of them changed.

In the four directions of the outer courtyard, soldiers from various gates and walls stepped forward to protect Han Wang'an.

In the courtyard, one by one black-clothed dead men covered their heads with veils, their methods were fierce, and they were not afraid of death to attack. Dozens of people came from all directions to kill Han Wang'an.

They are all dead warriors in the night, and all the powers of the dead warriors have come. There are dozens of third-rank warriors, and the leader is still the peak strength of the eighth rank.

When a dead soldier makes a move, he does not care about his life. He wants the enemy's life as well as his own.

There are thousands of soldiers left behind in the mansion, but they are all recruits, and if they really want to see blood to fight, they will be scared out of their wits.

Relying on [-] or [-] night assassins, Lao Zhang eunuch, and some great internal warriors, they resisted the night dead warriors, but they were also at a disadvantage.

Princess Honglian's performance is remarkable, with a long sword in her hand, green awns blooming, martial arts sixth rank, Qinglian's mind is running, Qinglian's sword is full of sword energy, and one by one night dead soldiers are defeated or seriously injured by her.

Her foundation, her swordsmanship, her mentality, and her vision of swordsmanship can fight even at the seventh rank of martial arts, so most of the third-rank dead fighters are not Honglian's opponents.

Chi's sword, sword light flashed, Honglian sealed a dead man's throat with a sword, and stood in front of Han Wang'an, her beautiful eyes were vigilant, and she said, "Father, be careful."

"Honglian..." Han Wangan was surprised at first, and then sighed with relief: "The widow's children have really grown up."

Whether children grow up or not has nothing to do with age, it cares about a heart and a filial piety.

Although something was lost, Han Wangan seemed to have discovered something extremely important.

King Han ordered in a loud voice: "Old Jiu, ignore me, and capture the demon girl first."

Hearing this, Han Fei waved his hand and said, "Break the door."

boom!

The door was broken, but it wasn't the Canglang King, nor the general of the eighth-rank army, and naturally it wasn't Han Fei.

It was the Chao Banshee, who caught him by surprise and rushed out, facing Han Fei and the others.

"Ninth Young Master, be careful."

The Canglang King waved his long hook claws with both hands, and a cold light suddenly appeared; the eighth-rank general's long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light bloomed.

clang clang...

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already exchanged seven or eight moves, and two figures flew out backwards.

The people who flew out were the Canglang King and the top eight generals.

A blue figure, wearing a long fishtail skirt, dancing wildly with long hair, jade hands transformed into claws, berry-colored lips, long and narrow beautiful eyes cold, purple poisonous aura overflowing the whole body.

At this moment, the trendy banshee is really like a ghost.

"Han Fei, I want you to die."

With a swipe, the Chao Banshee came out, her right hand was a claw, and the sharp claw was carrying purple Gu poison. She approached Han Fei's face in an instant, and killed it three inches away.

"Ninth Young Master..." The Canglang King, the eighth-rank general and others all raised their heads and were about to stand up to rescue.

The next moment, Han Fei looked directly at the Chao Banshee with his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

In an instant, the words and deeds of everyone on the scene stagnated, and the world froze, as if time stood still.

Strange black air, like soul energy permeated the air. Wherever this strange air permeated, the world was cleared, and all the characters were nihilized and disappeared quickly.

Soon, only Han Fei and Chao Banshee were left on the scene.

No, no, there is a third person, no, it should not be a person either.

Han Fei kept his body still, and a black shadow sprang out behind him, flying three feet into the sky. The black air turned into wings and swayed.

As soon as the Niscale Sword Spirit came out, he raised his right hand horizontally, pointing his fingertips downward to volley a little, and pieces of shattered sword pieces fell from the sky, killing the Chao Banshee in an instant.

The fashionable banshee's complexion changed.