Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1040 - 621: Above the Azure Sky! (Rao Yue and He’s Jade +)
Wind Moon House is indeed the first sight of Yangzhou, a must-see point for those traveling through Yangzhou City in the past, but today it is different, as it has been contracted by Baonong Hall.
Yet now, few of the guests attending the event are staying inside; they all flock outside, including Yuwen Huaji’s men. At this moment, Shi Long is being held captive in the courtyard, and Wen Liu brothers with You Gui and others look up to see many pinnacle masters above.
Kou Zhong and Seo Ziling mixed in with the disheveled crowd, covered with dirt on their faces, but they are intently staring at the person standing at the tip’s peak.
Moreover, there are people and several circling eagles atop the peak of the building.
That doctor, that icy doctor actually...
At this moment, as the sword rises, its radiance resembles the emergence of a cloud dragon...
But they can’t see the sword.
They only see when Sui Yi’s hand moves.
Then the sword light has already landed on the Turks Master’s urgently crossed arms in front.
Using arms to block the sword light? Are you seeking death?
But...
The sleeves on the arms are instantly torn wide open.
The moment it tears, the sword light falls on the arms...
Alng!!!
A crisp and long sound resounds.
The echo lingers, reverberating through the sky.
And the Turks Master suddenly retreated hastily...
As he retreated, the sword light continued pushing against his arms.
Originally, there were fitted armored sleeves on his arms, the metallic cold light protruded.
"Drink!:"
Boom!
The Turks Master suddenly stomped his right leg on the ground heavily, smashing a large area of tiles; the muscles of his legs tightened abruptly, becoming significantly more robust, and he pressed down his arms.
Clang!
The sword light was shattered.
And a snapping kick.
The leg wind breaks through the air!
A mighty gust of air surged fiercely, Yun Yuzhen and others felt as if a sharp and powerful leg wind was rushing towards them, as if the leg was kicked toward them.
Clearly several meters away.
The leg wind was aimed directly at Sui Yi.
Sui Yi stood there, as if unmoving like a mountain, but as the long leg charged, she took a side step, also snapping her leg!
The robust man’s long leg met with the slender leg...
Boom!!!
A huge force erupted, creating a rumbling sound.
Dozens of tiles underfoot shattered and flew up.
Yuwen Huaji and others quickly moved backwards, the inner qi turning into beams or shattered these fragments with weapons.
The Turks Master’s pupils shrank, then suddenly he pressed downwards with his elbow, attacking Sui Yi’s leg, attempting to break it, while his arms were not idle, his right hand forming a claw like a mighty eagle, his whole body muscles stirred making sounds, his palm sizzling, surprisingly the inner strength gathered adhered to his hand, a large cluster of inner qi sizzling aloud, the aura immensely powerful and uncontested, a fierce palm randomly struck out!
Sui Yi was right in front of him, the palm aimed directly at her temple...
But Sui Yi rotated her body, her left hand forming hand seals, her fingertips glowing with gold light.
The palm similarly gathers strong inner strength rivaling it.
The inner strength seemed to have a faint golden color.
The crowd only heard a voice resembling the sharp edge of a hawk.
Then...
Boom!
The Turks Master was struck and flew.
His arms wrapped with golden inner strength shattered the tough arm guards.
Flying into the air.
The golden light at fingertips yet to disperse, Sui Yi’s right hand was already sweeping with the Demon Que like a crescent moon curve.
Swish～～
The scythe-like three-meter-long sword winds cut through the rooftop, wherever it passed, all tiles immediately halved, but none flew up.
Perhaps it could be likened to truly outstanding divers plunging into the water, the lesser splash suggesting higher skill.
Now Sui Yi was just like that.
Her sword was incredibly fast.
Faster than an eagle hawk.
The Turks Master in mid-air faced this sword, he couldn’t dodge it, nor could anyone help him block it.
An eye blink, and the sword was right in front of him...
Swish!
Boom!!!
The Turks Master’s arms stretched out in bleeding color, mouth ajar, spitting out blood.
He already retreated to that peak.
Crack! The peak that had long cracked could no longer bear his weight and that of the iron box, directly breaking apart.
The Turks Master’s body tilted, then fell downward...
The people below watched in horror.
However...
Clap!
A hand grabbed him.
The Turks Master looked up to see a Central Plains Swordsman calmly watching him.
"You Central Plains person are pretty good."
"I only need it."
"...."
The Turks Master had a stiff expression, just about to speak...
A knife appeared in his line of sight, right above Sui Yi’s head.
Yuwen Huaji!
"Careful!"
This voice was naturally not from the fiercely imposing Turks Master, but from Seo Ziling below.
He shouted urgently, even before Yuwen Huaji just arrived behind Sui Yi, he’d already noticed.
