You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

"In case Qin Yueyin can also borrow the spirit sea of ​​the Platinum Tower..."

"Don't worry about this, the Platinum Tower will only identify one master. No one other than the principal can mobilize the Platinum Tower. Otherwise, the position of vice-principal would have already appeared in the Imperial Court."

"How does Lou Yinhai solve it?"

"Lou Yinhai will be transferred to the outer area of ​​Yanjing that night. It will take him at least half an hour to get back to the academy, which is enough time for everyone to blow up the Platinum Tower."

"If the teachers who live in the Imperial Court come to support..."

"Please do whatever you want, but if you have the conditions, please try to be merciful. The teachers of the Imperial Academy are all pragmatic and benevolent people, and they are definitely not our enemies."

Questions were answered one by one, and orders were arranged one by one. In ten minutes, this shocking assassination attack plan took shape. There's a reason the discussion went so fast, because they all tacitly ignored an important issue—how to retreat.

Because it's useless to mention it.

Not to mention that their trouble in Yanjing is already a death sentence. If Cha Huan really died, it would be a shame for Yanjing Wuzhu if one of the people who did it could escape from Yanjing.

Cha Huan has been the president of the Imperial College for more than 20 years. The peach and plum are all over the world, and he is famous all over the world. Everyone praises him. Whether he hates him or respects him, his death must end with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Several of Jingwuzhu's students are his students - they really want Cha Huan to die, but they also sincerely want to take revenge for Cha Huan afterwards.

In addition, although they all came together for a common goal, these forces are also hostile to each other. After all, everyone's ultimate goal is to enter the Yanjing and capture the glory. Before Cha Huan died, it was good to say that after Cha Huan's death, let alone helping each other, it was considered a foreigner to have martial virtue if he didn't fall into the trap when escaping.

How to retreat and escape, everyone has a map in their hearts: life and death have fate, each depends on his ability.

"Then, it's settled." Hu Xinren Yanshang said: "The action time is 0:00 in the morning three days later, the interception team's killing location has been determined, and the search team and the beheading team are temporarily set to gather at the gate of the Imperial Court. After everyone goes back, let their respective forces instigate Qin Leyin to become the acting principal in the next two days, and try to hint to Cha Huan that the reason why they did this is because Qin Leyin bribed them, which made Cha Huan lower his respect for Qin Leyin. perception."

"If Cha Huan is unwilling to give in, the plan will be as usual; if yes, then the two groups will be merged, and the Qin Leyin and the Platinum Tower will be solved together."

"I don't have time or need to talk about other things." Yanshang looked around for a week, and the phantom's eyes passed over the thugs hiding in the shadows: "In the end, all our efforts are reflected in the radiance of the holy sword. Underneath, it may all be a dream bubble. Even if it succeeds, just like the sword-seeking competition in the imperial court, there will always be only one winner."

"I know that there will be people who will back down and refuse to participate; some will turn their backs and just want to survive. These are all reasonable, because our goal is the longest history, the greatest glory, the most powerful force in the world. , the holy sword Huiyao. For two thousand years, apart from the royal family of Huiyao, no one else has been able to touch it, even us, only to lift the veil of its mystery."

"Once it's done, everyone here will be able to leave Yanjing alive, no more than five fingers."

"Why do we still do this rebellious act? For the Lord? For gold and silver? For the future?"

Hu Xinren Yanshang's voice was a little dazed: "A long time ago, I was chasing the holy sword Huiyao. Obviously this is a matter of no benefit, but it will lead to death, but I am not It never tires of it, and there is hardly any thought of giving up, and I wholeheartedly pursue its afterglow."

"Why? Occasionally when I wake up, I also ask myself this question, why am I obsessed with it? Why is my enthusiasm for it almost instinctive, even beyond all desires?"

"I thought about it for a long time before I got the answer." Hu Xinren said with a sad face: "Because, the holy sword brilliance should belong to me."

"I was born in a country called Huiyao, and I have listened to the story of Huiyao since I was a child. My stable childhood was all because of the protection of Huiyao. The society on the verge of collapse was not stiff because of Huiyao's death. Ambitious heroes were afraid of Huiyao's quietness. Protect the country, and thousands of people have achieved reluctant peace because of their brilliance."

"From the emperor to the commoners, it is closely related to all things in the world and all living beings. It is the origin of humanities, technology, and art. It is the symbol of the country, and it is the aspiration of all living beings."

"Since the royal family hangs the holy sword Huiyao upside down on each of our heads, don't blame us for reaching out and touching it."

"The holy sword shines, not only belongs to the Ming royal family."

Huxinren Yanshang made a gesture of beating his chest with his right fist: "It belongs to me."

"It's yours too."

"After everyone's death, please don't rush to leave, and prepare the banquet first. If anyone is lucky enough to survive to see the style of the holy sword, and wait until the reunion below, please don't be stingy with words, so that those of us who die on the road will be treated. People also know how splendid they are.”

The Huxinren clasped their fists around, cursing the hunter with hoarse laughter: "Haha, you hide-and-seek rat, you still say you don't have time, but you haven't said a lot of useless nonsense!"

"I also ask the corpse hunter to forgive me." Yanshang said with a wry smile.

"However, your last sentence still has a bit of meaning." The corpse hunter sneered: "It's just the scaly wine from our Canglan District. You outsiders can't stand it in life. Wouldn't it be soul-destroying to drink when you die?"

"What is the blue turbid wine? My ale in the sky can melt thousands of years of ice and snow!" The Brotherhood's "Food is the Immortal" laughed loudly.

"You Yun's mutton, let your tongues eat it." The grass-cutting messenger said suddenly.

"How can the banquet be faceless? The big gun face of the Three Spearmen is enough to make you all a dead ghost." Yan Fenqiu also echoed.

Noticing that all eyes were on him, Le Yu blinked and said, "Then I recommend iced honey five-flower tea."

If Le Yu had a sense of IQ superiority just now because he could deceive them, then he no longer despised this group of people.

They don't have any fancy stuff, so it took only ten minutes to formulate this crazy assassination plan; they are all determined blood-licking fanatics, so even if they know that they are dead, they can still face it without fear. .

In this world, Le Yu is not the only one who dares to risk his life without any scruples.

"Then, I hope that the wine and cold dishes will be cold by then, and we have not yet attended the meeting."

Hu Xinren said with a wounded face and clasped his fists: "Everyone, live well, and die when you see the holy sword shining."

With a puff, the people in the heart of the lake turned into a ball of water and merged into Jingxin Lake.

After a moment of silence, three figures appeared from the cursed hunter, swaggering over the wall and leaving. After listening to the introduction of the Cursed Hunters by the Lakers, no one will do anything to them—no matter whether they win or lose, they will be cursed. This is definitely a blood loss.

Taking this opportunity, Le Yu also left the rockery directly, dug out Dianjin Xiaozhu, and returned to the Imperial Court along the way.

However, before he had gone far, he could clearly hear the sound of following footsteps coming from behind!

what the hell! ?

Didn't we say we should eat, sleep and play tea together? I just made a promise, but now I don't think the opposite?

Le Yu didn't dare to stay, gave up covering his figure, and ran straight into the dark alley to escape, but the lighting in Yanjing was so good, no matter how dark the alley was, there was still light shining through. The speed of the person behind suddenly accelerated, a violent wind sounded beside his ears, a crack was cut in Le Yu's hood, and he felt a sudden backward suction on his body, as if the invisible air was pulling him!

Bite tactics · Arrogant bite Yuyong!

Yu Yong with his right hand dissolves the sword light, and with his left hand, he bites **** the head!

Le Yu turned around and slapped the attacker's long sword to one side, and his left fist ripped open the attacker's hood, revealing a ferocious and rough face of a northerner!

Luckily, he won a hand, and Le Yu did not dare to stop at all, and directly pushed his palm and spit out light and stepped back: "The messenger of cutting grass, I have no grievances with you, why are you—"

"No grievance!?" The attacker let out a low roar, "Old General Fish and Silkworm, at the age of 65, is about to return to his hometown to take care of his youth. He was killed by your sword-hiding assassins, you said that there is no grievance!?"

Le Yu vomited - how long has it been so romantic and depraved, he has just finished pretending to be an assassin with a hidden sword, and the current world newspaper is coming soon!

"I don't know him!"

"The old general doesn't know the Hidden Sword Assassin either!"

The grass-cutting messenger raised his long sword high, chasing after him and slashing a sword at him from a distance: "You can't escape!"

The blade fell, and the invisible light blasted through the ten-meter distance. Although Le Yu avoided it, the space where the sword light swept briefly formed a vacuum, and Le Yu immediately felt the attraction backward. Force, unable to retreat at all, but was pushed towards the messenger by atmospheric pressure. And the messenger who stepped into the vacuum domain, but because of the push of atmospheric pressure, attacked and killed Le Yu like a meteor!

One step back and one step forward, it looks like Le Yu actively slammed into the blade of the grass-cutting messenger!

Gan! Your trick is so scientific!

Seeing that he was about to be killed because of his hair color, Le Yu directly activated the 'Veil of Dispute' to create absolute darkness, and escaped from the slash.

In the darkness, the voice of the grass-cuttering messenger sounded again: "You can't escape, because..."

Le Yu walked out of the dark realm and was only a few steps away from this alley.

But he stopped.

Because at the entrance of the alley, there was a grass-cutting messenger who also held a long sword.

"The grass-cutting messenger, swear to kill the hidden sword assassins he saw and avenge the old general." The grass-cutting messenger behind Le Yu said bitterly.

"With a veil of strife, it seems that you have a good relationship with the leader." The second messenger's voice was as cold as steel: "Killing you and robbing the magic weapon will surely make the leader's heart hurt!"

Le Yu suddenly remembered that just now, the people from Hu Xin had been persuading the messenger to calm down and not get excited.

He thought it was the grass-cutting messenger who was already murderous, or had a grudge against other people. Looking back on it now, the Grass Slasher had clearly discovered him, so he couldn't help killing him and wanted to pull out his white hair on the spot!

Speaking of which, Le Yu felt that this scene was a bit familiar: because he had the magic weapon of the assassin leader, he was considered to have a special relationship with the assassin leader, and then he was chased and killed...

Grass-cutting messenger, Youyun District, Treading White Army, old general...

"I remember." Le Yu sighed.

"Have you thought about your last words?" The two grass-cutting messengers approached Le Yu.

"I just think of an old friend named Mr. Tie. I don't know how he's been doing recently." Le Yu shrugged and clapped his palms: "You think you've already settled for me?"

"You can try to run away." The grass-cutting messenger sneered: "The grass-cutting messenger is best at cutting grass and rooting out."

"Escape? No need."

Le Yu took out a small hand gun~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and sent a flare to the sky, and then shouted:

"Someone set fire! Come and put out the fire!"

The two grass-cutting messengers were stunned for a moment. It seemed that it was the first time they had encountered such a shameless and witty enemy, and they immediately attacked Le Yu. Le Yu reluctantly deflected his body, and at the cost of minor injuries, he punched them back with a bite, and then hurried over the wall and ran away.

Just when the messenger of cutting grass was about to catch up, suddenly there was a thunderous shout from the alley:

"The Statistics Division is here! The people inside will be captured!"

At the same time as the sound, there was a gunshot. The grass-cutting messenger looked at each other and cursed inwardly. He decisively gave up chasing and killed the Hidden Sword Assassin, and turned to run away.

Yantong came so fast?

Le Yu, who was hiding in the corner, didn't dare to move at all, ready to wait for Yan Tong to leave before leaving. If it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to meet Yan Tong with his current skin. However, after a while, there were no footsteps in the alley, as if the thunderous shock just now was an illusion.

Le Yu suddenly realized something, and immediately stood up and continued to run, but at this time a familiar joking voice sounded on his head:

"It's so embarrassing. It's like a mourning dog. What should I call you in the future? Qin Leyin with the scabbard, Qin Leyin with the mourning dog, or...the hidden sword assassin Qin Leyin?"

Le Yu raised his head with a black line on his face.

I saw Xian Chan Chenchen sitting on a branch, her two calves dangling in the air, her cute little face with a mocking smile, her hands on her chest, and she looked down at him arrogantly.

Le Yu silently climbed to the wall and stood up, and Li Nu stood up with him, but because of the height difference, even if he stood on a higher branch, he still had to look up at Le Yu.

"Good evening, Cicada Feifei."

"To each other, Jyn puppy."