Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 11: 1 Encountering the Wind and Clouds and Transforming the Demonic Dragon

The Seventh Prince was in mid-air, and the hundreds of red lines in the chief steward's sleeve had already broken through the air, so he had nowhere to hide.

No matter how clumsy he is and how powerful his inner strength is, before this embroidery energy that can penetrate steel into iron, he is destined to have only one result, that is, his legs will be pierced by the embroidery needle, and then he will fall to the ground, kneel, crawl, and wailing. .

The chief steward thought so, and so did the three hundred guards.

And Xia Ji, who was in extreme motion, also responded. His left hand suddenly stood in front of his chest, showing a one-handed salute. This action made him suddenly stop.

Obviously he was coming very fast, but the whole person was suddenly in a very quiet state.

Between the extreme movement and the stillness, a mysterious magic power was brewed, making people unable to understand and unable to look away.

But at this moment, his body "swelled" in a circle, and the black Buddha light spurted out from his tens of thousands of pores, constructing a dharma image of King Ming on three feet of his body.

The face is full of anger, carrying a fierce fire, holding a bright sword in the right hand, and a dark silk rope in the left. The sword cuts through three thousand troubles, and the rope imprisons three thousand demons.

This is the body of King Fudo.

The red thread embroidered, breaking through the air, making the sound of cracking silk in the not-so-long space, and then, a little bit of cold light poured all over Xia Ji's legs.

But all the cold light only touched the dharma image three feet away, as if it hit the hardest material in the world, making a string of "ding ding ding ding" crisp sounds.

Embroidery needles fell one after another and were all broken.

This result shocked the chief executive. The sunflower collection is all good, but what is the black Buddha dharma image of the Seventh Highness? How can you defend against the embroidery energy of the Sunflower Collection?

Xia Ji's speed did not slow down. After a thought, King Ming's swordsmanship had already slashed towards the headmaster's face.

Although the chief executive was stunned for a while, he was always the emperor's valet, and he helped the emperor to stop many assassinations. At this time, seeing the sword of light falling, a great terror before death suddenly appeared in his heart, and this great terror It actually stimulated his potential, and the whole person's reaction speed was several times faster.

He moved back sharply, and with the ghostly speed of the Sunflower Collection, he pulled an afterimage back and moved a distance of ten feet.

The sword cuts the afterimage.

Afterimage shatters.

The big bright sword risked passing through the door of the chief manager's face, breaking his gas mask, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Obviously, the chief executive is much more powerful than Eunuch Mei.

Xia Ji just landed, and his left hand suddenly grabbed the thirty-three rosary beads. The rosary beads just overlapped with the jet-black silk cord. He closed his eyes and thought about it.

He then rolled out the rosary.

The rosary overlaps with King Ming's left-hand technique, showing two clear and frozen phantoms in mid-air.

Then the rosary disappeared and the silk cord disappeared,

Xia Ji's left palm showed a fine golden highlight,

This bright spot is getting bigger and bigger at a speed that the human optic nerve can just detect,

From one point to the size of a fingernail,

And then to the size of a palm,

A circle of electricity spreads out at a rapid rate,

Until it turns into a golden **** that spins rapidly!

The chief manager has already seen the golden **** flying. He wants to avoid it, but his body can't keep up with his thoughts, because it's all too fast. He can see it but he can't react. He can only be shocked. He watched in horror as the golden **** filled his eyes, until he could no longer see the imperial city or anything else in his eyes.

Boom!

The **** hit the chief executive, and the golden light penetrated into his body instantly.

The chief steward stayed where he was.

Wait until everything dissipates.

The chief executive has already fallen to his knees, and he is bound by a layer of golden light under his skin. Every time he struggles, the golden light will agitate, and the restraint will become tighter.

Xia Ji stepped on the snow and walked towards the chief executive.

Slap.

The valet of the emperor finally lost his balance and was bound by this invisible force. He threw himself down in front of Xia Ji, his face on the ground, blood dripping.

Eunuch Mei in the distance was stunned. He thought that the chief executive might not be the opponent of His Highness the Seventh Highness, but he didn't think that he was captured after just one move.

Although the Chief Executive did not exert all his strength, did the Seventh Highness exert all his strength?

The guards in front of the city gate are even more unbelievable. Is this really the seventh prince who has been imprisoned in the Sutra Pavilion for more than two years?

This kind of tyrant's posture...

Xia Ji walked in front of the chief executive and looked down at the valet, he raised his boots abruptly.

Slap.

A foot has been stomped on the head of the chief steward.

The chief executive has a vicious look in his eyes, and he still thinks about struggling, but every struggle can only make the golden light bind a little tighter, and even strangle his meridians, making him feel as if he has been abolished at this time. General martial arts.

Xia Ji said: "I ask a question, you answer it."

The chief executive snorted coldly. He was too careless, because he never imagined that the Seventh Prince was so powerful, nor did he expect that he would be able to master the Sunflower Collection and be captured by a single face-to-face. At this moment, he screamed. : "Those who cultivate Buddhism are compassionate. You have been reciting Buddhist scriptures for two years, and your methods are so cruel, aren't you afraid of polluting your state of mind?"

Click.

I was moved by a thought.

The golden light under the chief executive's legs suddenly shrank. Although those leg bones had been beaten to the ground like steel, they slumped under the golden light.

The pain hit suddenly, and even the chief executive couldn't help crying, "Ah, ah, ah ah!!!"

Xia Ji didn't have any compassion in his heart. If he had compassion, he would have handed the dagger to his opponent. That would be the kindness of a woman. He stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two years, just like the grandson monkey in Wuzhi Mountain. The next two years was the town.

Sun Monkey still has someone to lead him to the West, and he will succeed in his cultivation. What about himself? He was also led by someone, but he was led to death.

If he hadn't been able to lift this "mountain~IndoMTL.com~ then he would have been a vain wretch, used from start to finish by the royal family.

Xia Ji did not explain.

He just said lightly: "Besides the nonsense, that is your hands. If your legs are broken, you can still embroider with a wheelchair, but if your hands are broken, then you are really a useless person. It's worthless waste, isn't it, Chief?"

The chief steward was sweating, trembling, and pale.

Xia Ji continued: "Nod if you understand, and scold if you don't understand."

When the chief executive listened to this calm voice, he felt a chill in his heart. He hurriedly nodded as he gasped for breath.

"Tiger talisman, where is the seal of authority?"

"In my arms."

Xia Ji bent down directly, and after a little fumbling, he took out a complete metal tiger talisman and a jade seal wrapped in a red silk cloth.

He put it into his arms and smiled gently: "Very well, you see, has the trust between us been established?"

This gentleness made the atmosphere around him feel relaxed.

Xia Ji suddenly asked, "How did my mother die?"

The chief executive was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that the seventh prince would ask this, he was about to speak.

Xia Ji interrupted him directly: "Don't say anything like being assassinated and die, save your hands."

The big boss kept his mouth open, but he couldn't go on, because he was going to say that he was assassinated, and even the story about the assassination was seamless and could withstand anyone's verification.

Seeing that he was silent, Xia Ji suddenly asked, "Did Concubine Wan kill him?"

The chief executive shook his head subconsciously.

Xia Ji's voice paused, then suddenly smiled gently: "Is that the emperor killed it?"

The chief executive was dumbfounded.