Chapitre 114: Chapter 114 Do you dare to question me?
"Whoops!"
Seeing a sudden change in the situation, the sword in the man's hand turned into a ray of cold light and struck directly at Li Qingxuan's position.
Countless people in the field changed their colors.
King Zhenbei had a sneer on his lips and turned the wine glass in his hand, full of amusement.
The sword struck like lightning, and in just the blink of an eye, it was in front of Li Qingxuan.
But Li Qingxuan himself seemed to be frozen, sitting there motionless.
"It's over. The imperial envoy was so frightened that he forgot to hide."
"Is it so easy to die by the sword?"
Many people are disdainful.
I originally thought that this imperial envoy should have some strength because he was so confident in front of King Zhenbei.
But now it seems that it is simply a waste.
However, the next moment, the sword suddenly made a roar.
I saw that Li Qingxuan's fingers had clamped the sword blade at some point.
The sword blade kept vibrating between his fingers, as if a swimming fish was caught by someone, unable to break free from those two fingers.
Silence, deathly silence.
No one expected that Li Qingxuan would block the sword in this way.
When the sword is executed quickly, the two fingers can accurately clamp the blade without being injured at all.
Even many generals present were unable to do this.
Even King Zhenbei narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly stopped turning the wine glass.
The next moment, there was only a buzzing sound, and Li Qingxuan's fingers suddenly trembled. The sword that was caught immediately turned into cold light, and he returned the way he came.
"Pfft."
It penetrated directly into the chest of the eighth-grade warrior.
"brush."
Suddenly, countless people turned pale with fear.
King Zhenbei's expression also changed.
That was an eighth-grade man, and he was killed with a sword. To be able to do this, he must have had the strength of a ninth-grade man.
The news that the empress's husband was actually a ninth grader made everyone feel incredible.
"kill."
The remaining two eighth-level assassins suddenly rushed towards Li Qingxuan.
At the same time, countless figures fell down from the beams and killed them all.
The hall had become a mess. Countless generals hid at the door, for fear of being affected. No one stood up to stop them.
Those who fell from the beams included three of the eighth grade, and the rest were all of the seventh grade.
The ability to gather so many masters shows the skill of this King of Zhenbei.
However, Li Qingxuan still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, drank the wine from the cup, and turned a deaf ear to the assassin who rushed over.
What kind of confidence did he have that allowed him to sit still so firmly?
Even King Zhenbei showed some suspicion in his eyes.
Many generals in the field were also puzzled.
This calm temperament really shouldn't appear in the imperial minister who they thought was a loser.
Just after those people were about to approach, a sword light turned into an arc and swept across the front.
"Puff puff."
Immediately, the blood of five assassins was spilled on the spot.
Drops of blood dripped from the light sword in Qin Xiaomo's hand.
The assassin who was about to charge forward hesitated at this moment.
It was too fast, and the sword was like a thunderbolt.
It can be seen that the five fallen assassins all had their throats sealed with a sword.
Then, the eighth-level assassin took the lead in attacking, but as soon as he stabbed him with his sword, he lost his figure. Then he felt a cold feeling on his neck and blood had already spurted out.
Crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.
After killing the opponent, Qin Xiaomo jumped into the group of assassins.
A dozen assassins fell to the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The last remaining eighth-grade man was completely frightened and turned around to run away.
In response, Qin Xiaomo waved his hand and threw his lightsaber across a distance of more than ten steps, directly piercing the opponent's body.
The pungent smell of blood filled the lobby.
Qin Xiaomo walked up to the eighth-level warrior who was stabbed to death, stepped on his back with his foot, and pulled out the light sword.
Then he grabbed the curtain next to him, wiped off the blood stains on it, and put it back into the sheath.
Tenth grade?
At this moment, whether it was the right general or other generals, a word flashed in his mind at the same time.
Killing an eighth-level warrior is like killing a chicken. Who else can do it except the tenth-level warrior?
The cup in King Zhenbei's hand had been crushed, and a cold light shone in his eyes.
Li Qingxuan actually has a tenth-level master guarding him. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and murderous intent filled the air like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Countless people looked at King Zhenbei, who was sitting on the throne. Murderous intent clearly came from him.
King Zhenbei is ready to take action himself.
The right general has also tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
If before, King Zhenbei regarded Li Qingxuan as a clown who could be played with at will, now Li Qingxuan really made him feel threatened.
Originally, in the heart of King Zhenbei, he was the only tenth-level person in Daxia, and he alone was worth thousands of troops.
But now that Li Qingxuan has a tenth rank beside him, that means that he, the King of Zhenbei, is no longer invincible.
Feeling the murderous intention of King Zhenbei, Li Qingxuan remained motionless, pouring himself a glass of wine and sipping it slowly.
Time seemed to slow down, passing by minute by second.
Qin Xiao looked at King Zhenbei silently. Even though the tenth-grade warrior was powerful, the fighting spirit in his heart was aroused.
The previous sparring with Ye Cangqiong was a sparring after all, so I couldn't let go.
It's different now. King Zhenbei is the real enemy and he can be given a chance.
"King Zhenbei, an assassin actually appeared at your banquet. You must give me an explanation."
Li Qingxuan put the wine glass on the table and said coldly.
King Zhenbei grinned, his clothes fluttering.
Like a tiger about to pounce on food, it looks murderous.
Qin Xiaomo unsheathed his lightsaber again and stared at King Zhenbei.
The only person in the field who can remain calm now is Li Qingxuan.
"Lin Nuo, I would like to advise you not to seek death."
When these words came out, many people were shocked and felt incredible.
Are you going to go head-to-head with the King of Zhenbei, without any fear of breaking your skin?
At this moment, the murderous intention in King Zhenbei completely burst out, and he stood up directly, like a wild beast coming to life.
Many generals with lower strength present felt great fear in their hearts under this momentum, and their faces turned extremely pale.
Zhenbei Wang Senhan's extremely cold voice sounded: "Do you want to ask me about my crime?"
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