The Qingshan Sword Master did not expect An Zhilu to ask this question, and he was slightly stunned, but he looked at An Zhilu standing there without any abnormal movement. He was also a little curious about why An Zhilu asked this. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I entered the seventh grade five years ago."

An Zhilu nodded and looked at the bloody head in his hand, "Who are you holding this head for?"

The blue-shirt swordsman was stunned again.

An Zhilu looked at the blue-shirted swordsman and said expressionlessly, "Today I happened to hit the team escorting the prince, and I was in the assassination. I think the prince should have recognized me and felt uncomfortable when he saw me, so he asked someone to kill me. But even if you are not the prince, since you know my identity, you know that I have fought many big battles in Youzhou, and the heads of those hamlets rolled all over the ground. You should be clear that you can't scare me even if you hold a head, and there are no other living people here. Then you are not holding a head to show anyone the fate of the deserter. Why is that?"

The slightly frown swordsman gradually stretched out his brows. He looked at An Zhilu and smiled faintly, saying, "It's the same as described in the information. You, a man with a fat head and big ears, and your lard is so concealed, but in fact he is meticulous and a very smart person. Unfortunately, these people didn't take you seriously at the beginning, but they can't blame them. How could they think that a person like you is one of the hidden Taoists of the Depravity View?"

An Zhilu suddenly said, "You have a connection with Yang."

The blue-shirt swordsman's face suddenly froze.

An Zhilu looked at his expression changing and became more and more sure, "I know that Yang has a 'hut drum' method."

The blue-shirt swordsman's face suddenly became cold, "Do you actually know this method?"

"You are the prince's person, but you have a connection with Yang." An Zhilu didn't care what he said, but continued coldly, "The workshop that made firearms before was also related to the prince. Even if there were some forces in secret, it would be impossible for the remnants of the Yang family to make firearms in the official workshop without being noticed. The Sui Dynasty has already studied firearms, so the truth should be that the remnants of the Yang family had long colluded with the prince. The ridiculous Li family took the country from the Yang family of the Sui Dynasty. However, these unworthy descendants wanted to secretly collude with the remnants of the Yang family to seize the country of the Tang Dynasty?"

The blue-shirt swordsman raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at An Zhilu without any concealing his appreciation in his eyes. "A person like you is scheming and capable, and can be used by the emperor well. Sooner or later, why do you have to go against the prince?"

An Zhilu licked the corner of her mouth, smiled ferociously, and said, "Do good at doing things for him, and then be sold by him at any time?"

The Qingshan Sword Master sneered, "Where are you born in the imperial family? Aren't we all born in this way by those who are not reincarnated? Those who are not lucky, do things well, are sold, are lucky, and do things well, and will naturally have a good future."

However, An Zhilu shook her head coldly.

He looked at the blue-shirted swordsman and said seriously, "No, I am different from you. You accept the mercy of fate, but I don't."

The blue-shirt swordsman was silent for a moment.

He slowly looked up at the sky, and then sighed with infinite emotion, "Actually, I have had such thoughts many times, but when I stood in the streets and alleys of Chang'an and really looked up at the sky, the sky seemed to be approaching me, but my body seemed to shrink. The walls of Chang'an seemed to be getting taller, so high that I could never jump over for the rest of my life. I understood that people like us were born toads at the bottom of the well, and those swans we could see, and could envy, but could not eat."

When he finished speaking these words, the old man's head in his left hand made a drum sound.

It was obviously just a head, but there seemed to be a big drum inside. The sound of drums came from the head. Countless branches in the forest were instantly broken and fallen leaves flew.

There were three drums, and blood beads began to drip from An Zhilu's nose.

The blue-shirt swordsman gradually looked painful on his face. The hair on his head pierced into his skin like a plant's rhizome and connected to the bloodline of his left hand.

The index finger of his left hand was a little stiff and stroked the head of the head.

The top of the head was slightly sunken like a soft object, and a thud sound was heard. The branches within a radius of dozens of feet suddenly remained silent, but the bark exploded one after another.

An Zhilu groaned, and his head was slightly lowered, and a wisp of blood oozed out of his clothes on his chest.

The blue-shirt swordsman did not hesitate at all, and his fingers hit the back of the head.

A strange spiritual power was like an invisible tide, instantly sweeping An Zhilu.

The heaven and earth seen in front of An Zhilu changed in an instant, and the silent trees all turned into seas of corpses and blood. Blood flowed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and blood instantly drowned him in it.

The blue-shirted swordsman opened his arms and flew up like a bat.

His sword was silently pulled away from the scabbard, and the sword energy flowing at the tip of the sword twisted and flowed like a tulle, falling towards An Zhilu's waist.

When the sword energy cut through An Zhilu's flesh and blood and true energy began to gush out, An Zhilu seemed to react and her body retreated almost intuitively. But at the same time, the Blue-shirt Sword Master felt an extremely terrifying aura bursting out.

Whether it was the blood flowing out of An Zhilu's nostrils, the blood flowing out of the cracks shook out of the Yinzhen method in his chest, or the blood flowing out of the flesh and blood cut by his sword energy at this time, he was pulled in front of him by a strange force, turning into several red strands, like blood vessels that had just been peeled from the flesh and blood, floating in front of An Zhilu.

The blue-shirt sword master's eyes suddenly condensed. His long sword felt huge resistance. The sword energy gushed out of the sword was trapped by the vital energy between the surrounding heaven and earth, and could not escape from a foot of space.

"Are you a seventh grade?"

He made a sound in surprise.

An Zhilu did not respond.

This was the first time in his life that he had truly fought a seventh-level practitioner alone. He had to look up at the mountain before, but he was already confident of defeat. He was crushed to the shattered confidence by Gu Shiwu's temptation and returned to his body.

boom!

The true energy in his body ran wildly, and the natal Gu in his body seemed to be laughing wildly. Yang Can's crazy voice even sounded deep in his body, kill him! Kill him!

He swung his knife forward.

The blood and vital energy condensation that were floating in the air like blood vessels fell on his knife in an instant, as if he had instantly coated his ordinary military sword with strange runes.

These blood-like runes twisted strangely on the knife's body like a living creature, and the yin energy accumulated in his body penetrated into these runes crazily.

boom!

His long sword seemed to burn, and it turned into a volcano with yin energy!

"Blood Talisman..." The Qingshan Sword Master's pupils contracted violently. He exhaled three words in horror, and his body was uncontrollably swept backwards.

The secret of Yang’s unbroken family!

And only those who have inherited the true dragon's vitality can practice and use the method!

Even the Blood Talisman Sutra, as he knew, did not accumulate a large amount of yin energy and use it compatiblely in his body. Neither Yang nor the monks of the Depravity had seen such records before.

Looking at the faint green light emitted from the yin energy, the figure of the Taoist who fought with the Baiyun Temple not long ago appeared in the mind of the blue-shirted swordsman.

He reacted, "The Faqiu Sect's Dharma, you actually colluded with the Taoist hiding in Goryeo!"

A beast-like roar sounded behind the whistling yin energy.

An Zhilu jumped up with a long sword and slashed at the head of the blue-shirted swordsman.

Dong!

The head of the blue-shirt swordsman held in his left hand made another drumming sound.

The drum sounded the true energy of the Qingshan Sword Master.

A large amount of true energy was forcibly forced out of his body by the sound of the drum. The long sword he held in his right hand suddenly shone, and the sword body seemed to expand.

The thin long sword now carried terrifying power, as if it turned into an iron tower and met the sword that An Zhilu slashed down.

With a loud bang, the long sword in An Zhilu's hand was directly broken by the sword.

The name "Xuandu Zhentian Sword" appeared clearly in An Zhilu's mind, and he even heard the cracking sound of his fingers and bones.

However, at the same time, a more ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His knife was broken.

The yin energy rushed onto the Qing-shirted Sword Master like a torrent.

The body-protecting true energy outside the Qingshan Sword Master crackled, and the faint green light penetrated into it like countless raindrops.

The blue-shirt swordsman breathed suddenly, and the true energy in his body was still surging violently, but the meridians in his body seemed to be instantly tampered with by the other party.

His long sword shook, but instantly lost the support of his true energy.

The deer fell down.

The body-protecting true energy forced the long sword in his hand and smashed his left fist hard on his abdomen.

One punch, two punches, three punches…

The left fist wrapped around the bone whip was crazily hitting his abdomen, completely piercing his body-protecting true energy. When the blue-shirt swordsman's mouth was squirting blood, and his whole body was thrown back, An Zhilu's fist stopped.

The blue-shirted swordsman fell heavily into the ground.

An Zhilu didn't stop at all. He instantly rushed to the Qingshan Sword Master, cut off the hands of the Qingshan Sword Master with his feet, and half a short knife pressed against the Qingshan Sword Master's throat.

Blood kept gushing out of the blue-shirted swordsman's mouth, and his face became a little distorted due to the pain, but looking at An Zhilu's posture, he laughed hard instead.

"Maybe the toad trapped in the well really eats swans."

He was filled with blood like hot porridge, and he looked at An Zhilu with great difficulty with his last strength and said, "I hope you can really be different from me and can really not be merciless by fate."
Chapter completed!