Chapter 78 Hong Sixiang.

In a corner of the inner palace, Wu Zhu, dressed in plain Dongyi City clothes, was walking slowly.

If someone paid close attention, they would find that every step he took seemed to be measured and the distance was exactly the same.

He held his breath, or rather, he had no breath or heartbeat. Although he was covered with a black cloth, he seemed to be able to perceive everything and avoid everyone. He blended into the color of the deep palace. Except for the breeze that could lift up a corner of his clothes, how could others notice a pillar or a stone in the corner?

Wu Zhu stopped in the corner until he heard the sound of someone chewing peanuts from above his head.

Hong Sixiang sighed slightly. He knew that he would not be able to finish this pot of wine and this plate of peanuts tonight, as there would always be unexpected things that would come first.

"When will people be able to come and go so freely in the deep courtyards of the imperial palace?" Hong Sixiang's tight-fitting clothes fluttered, and his hoarse voice did not travel far, only echoing in this small space.

He turned his wrist, flicked his fingers, and a peanut shot like a bullet towards Wuzhu's face! The sound of breaking through the air was breathtaking!
Hong Sixiang's turbid eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to lock onto the person in front of him!
Wu Zhu seemed slow and stiff for some reason, as if he was shocked by the sudden change, and took half a beat longer to turn around. Even so, a piece of cloth on his chest was shot through and fell off, but he himself was unharmed!

Ding!
A hole was shot out on the stone slab on the ground, but the peanuts inside remained intact, which shows how profound Hong Sixiang's skills are and how clever his techniques are!

Hong Sixiang stood up, his body slowly bent and tensed like a strong bow. Strong and deep Qi rose from his body, ready to attack the strange man in front of him at any time.

This scene was just like the finger-snapping magic in a TV drama, but such a terrifying attack had little effect!
"Who are you?" Hong Sixiang's face was gloomy and ferocious, but his face was smiling, which looked extremely incongruous. Just by looking at his facial features, he could scare a child to tears.

'Should I kill him? ' Wu Zhu asked himself in his heart.

He could kill the person in front of him, but it would take some effort. It would also cause a big noise, which would be detrimental to Fan Xian's future actions. After hesitating for a while, he gave up. He thought it would be better if he was outside the city, just like Lin Gong.

Looking at Wuzhu who was in silence, Hong Sixiang thought he would not answer him, so he took a step forward and slowly approached.

"I'm lost. This is a misunderstanding." Wu Zhu looked at Hong Sixiang with his blindfolded eyes, trying to express a trace of sincerity, but he failed. He answered reluctantly with a hoarse voice. This was the best reason he could think of.

"Lost?" The joy on Hong Sixiang's face finally became more genuine, as if he was also amused. "Lost can run deep into the palace, you are really the best in the world. You came here a few days ago, right? I have been waiting for you since then. Can you tell me your true identity?"

This person's voice was deliberately changed, and it was obvious that he didn't want to expose himself. Although Hong Sixiang didn't show it on his face, he was slightly annoyed in his heart. Even if this reason was made up, the author didn't put even a little thought into it.

Looking carefully at Wuzhu's clothes, Hong Sixiang's eyesight was still excellent under the moonlight.

The man's clothes were very new, and they did not match his temperament at all. Hong Sixiang suppressed his judgment and said, "I can feel that your martial arts skills are already among the best among the nine ranks. You must be a disciple of those people. I wonder what your purpose is in entering the palace?"

The dazed Wu Zhu finally organized his words to answer the previous question, but his voice was stiff and uncomfortable to listen to: "It is for the sake of national justice. I have no choice but to do it. I am very sorry, I will leave now."

Seeing that he could not get any information out of him, Hong Sixiang sighed, as if he was very helpless: "This is the imperial palace, kid."

"How can you come and go as you please?" As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked his feet, and the roof tiles shattered. Hong Sixiang had already jumped towards Wuzhu, and saw his palm bent, grabbing the other party like a dragon claw, with a black light on it, making people feel as hard as steel!
Seeing that he was about to be hit in the face, Wuzhu stepped lightly and retreated.

The two people seemed to be relatively still, shifting in space.

Human power is infinite, but the road has an end.

When he had no way to retreat, Wuzhu put his left hand behind his back, turned around and drew out the iron sword he had specially prepared tonight, and turned around to strike Hong Sixiang. After he dodged, he elbowed the front desk, a set of moves that was clean and neat, and it was impressive!
Hong Sixiang turned around and used his palm to block Wuzhu's raised elbow, as if he was hitting steel.

Wu Zhu did not want to fight, and took advantage of the attack to retreat. Hong Sixiang was not willing to give up, so he raised his legs and followed him, showing his superb lightness skills, and the whole person seemed to be gliding at a low altitude.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu's retreat was just a feint. He raised his leg with force, used a pillar as leverage, and turned around to stab out with his sword.

A normal person would definitely dodge this attack and avoid its sharp edge. However, Hong Sixiang did the opposite. His true energy was three levels stronger, and his claws were whistling as the two fought together.

Wu Zhu's disguised realm was no match for Hong Sixiang's, so he found an opportunity and used the same trick again.

But this time he flew upstairs and ran to the third level of this sword move. Just as he stopped, Hong Sixiang's attack arrived. Wu Zhu saw that he couldn't dodge, so he could only "helplessly" shake the tip of the sword and stab Hong Sixiang's left wrist!

The iron sword shone brightly under the moonlight, and the sword's control of distance was impeccable, it was absolutely perfect!

"Gu Zuo!?" Hong Sixiang smiled grimly and shouted sternly, but what he was met with was Wu Zhu's even faster sword moves.

As if he had been seen through by the old eunuch, Wu Zhu had no choice but to stop pretending and unleashed his exquisite sword intent, which was the Four-Looking Sword Technique!

Although there was a hint of doubt in Hong Sixiang's words, he believed in his own eyes more. He no longer held back, and his claws were like a yellow dragon emerging from the sea, attacking fiercely one after another, leaving claw marks on the pillars and walls. After the two of them attacked fiercely for dozens of moves, they finally found a flaw, and Hong Sixiang slapped Wuzhu's chest with his dry hands!
This palm, with the internal force surging and exhaling, came with the wind.

It is not difficult to suspect that even if the opponent is a great master above the ninth rank, if he is hit by this palm, he will probably die!

Just as he had rehearsed, Wu Zhu held the sword from behind, raised his arm, and pointed the sword downwards in a semicircle, perfectly blocking the palm strike! Such a wonderful idea, protecting the chest just right, made the attacking Hong Sixiang show a hint of admiration.

Hong Sixiang's power was almost at its limit, and his voice was even a little sharp: "Gu Qian!?"

His true energy was so strong. At that moment, his internal energy floated out like a thin thread and wrapped around Wu Zhu. Seeing this, Wu Zhu turned his wrist and spun the iron sword in his hand like Dugu Jiujian, causing gusts of wind to interfere with the flow of Hong Sixiang's true energy.

He took a step back, then spun around and stabbed at Hong Sixiang. This sword was meant to injure his eyes!
Hong Sixiang stood up and spun his leg, kicking the sword, causing the stab to deflect and hit the wooden railing next to it. Suddenly, a piece of the railing was cut off and fell to the ground from the third floor with a sound.

The silence of the night was broken.

(End of this chapter)