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Chapter 515 Kill, Ci Song's terrifying strength

The man in brocade clothes subconsciously showed a trace of retreat after seeing Ci Song, but in an instant, the weakness in the man's eyes was replaced by a cold color.

"You are General Ci, right? The Grand Marshal has something for me to tell you."

"Ten, nine, eight."

Ci Song ignored the man in brocade clothes, but counted down while observing the number of people present. There were eight people guarding the gate, seven Jinshi and one Hanlin. Such a scale was indeed very good in the secular world.

"General Ci, you are so arrogant."

"Three, two, one"

When the countdown reached the last number, the man in brocade clothes slowly opened his mouth, with a mocking smile on his face, looking at Ci Song, as if he didn't believe that Ci Song dared to attack him.

"Swish."

A flash of sword light passed by, and the man in brocade clothes seemed to become a fragile paper man, without any resistance. In an instant, his head was cut by the sword light, and blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding air red. The moment the head was separated from the body, it seemed that time had frozen. The lifeless head rolled to the ground, eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and astonishment.

He seemed to be unable to believe that he had died so easily here, without even the last struggle and resistance.

The air around him seemed to be stained by the breath of blood, with a strong smell of rust. On the ground, the blood gathered into a stream, flowing slowly, dyeing the jade plate into a dazzling red.

"What?!"

The remaining seven people were instantly shocked by Ci Song's amazing move. They stood there, their eyes full of unbelievable shock and deep fear. They looked at the body lying on the ground, and an indescribable fear surged in their hearts, as if they were shrouded in coldness.

Just as they were stunned, several sword lights flashed in succession. The six scholars seemed to have no time to react, and saw the sword light strike like lightning, instantly cutting their necks. Their bodies were easily knocked down as if they were mowed, lying neatly on the ground. The whole scene became more and more tragic and terrifying, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, suffocating.

The only Hanlin showed a reaction speed far beyond the others. The gray-white talent instantly condensed into a long sword flashing with cold light, and then swung continuously, each swing was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, blocking the golden sword light released by Ci Song.

However, the crisis was not resolved. Ci Song's figure appeared behind him at some point, and the golden long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light. The Hanlin held the knife in his backhand, trying to resist the sudden attack from behind, but Ci Song's strength was far beyond his imagination. With a loud bang, his talent knife was instantly defeated, turning into a little starlight and dissipating in the air.

But Ci Song's strength exceeded his imagination, his talent knife was instantly defeated, and his body was also knocked out, hitting the wall heavily, smashing a deep dent, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The body was like being hit by a huge hammer, and Hanlin was instantly knocked out and hit the hard wall heavily. The wall made a dull sound under the impact, and then a deep pit was sunken. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red, and the whole person looked miserable. The air around him seemed to solidify, leaving only Hanlin's heavy breathing and Ci Song's cold eyes.

"As expected of Hanlin, his reaction speed is indeed much faster than those six wastes."

As soon as Ci Song finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of the Hanlin again, "But it's still too slow."

Accompanied by a dull sound, Hanlin's chest was instantly pierced by the sword light, his body lost balance, slid down the wall, and fell heavily to the ground. His face was pale, without a trace of blood, as if he had lost all his vitality.

At the moment when his life was gradually fading away, Hanlin finally uttered three words.

"Nothing is impossible. I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it."

The man in brocade clothes subconsciously showed a trace of retreat after seeing Ci Song, but in an instant, the weakness in the man's eyes was replaced by a cold color.

"You are General Ci, right? The Grand Marshal has something for me to tell you."

"Ten, nine, eight."

Ci Song ignored the man in brocade clothes, but counted down while observing the number of people present. There were eight people guarding the gate, seven Jinshi and one Hanlin. Such a scale is indeed very good in the secular world.

"General Ci, you are so arrogant."

"Three, two, one"

When the countdown reached the last number, the man in brocade clothes slowly opened his mouth, showing a mocking smile on his face, looking at Ci Song, as if he didn't believe that Ci Song dared to attack him.

"Swish."

A sword light flashed, and the man in brocade clothes seemed to become a fragile paper man, without any resistance. In an instant, his head was cut by the sword light, and blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding air red. The moment the head was separated from the body, it seemed as if time had frozen. The lifeless head rolled to the ground, eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and astonishment.

He seemed to be unable to believe that he had died here so easily, without even the last struggle and resistance.

The surrounding air seemed to be stained by the breath of blood, with a strong smell of rust. On the ground, the blood gathered into a stream, flowing slowly, dyeing the jade plate into a dazzling red.

"What?!"

The remaining seven people were instantly shocked by Ci Song's amazing move. They stood there, their eyes full of unbelievable shock and deep fear. They looked at the body lying on the ground, and an indescribable fear surged in their hearts, as if they were shrouded in coldness.

Just as they were stunned, several sword lights flashed by one after another. The six Jinshi seemed to have no time to react, and saw the sword light strike like lightning, instantly cutting their necks. Their bodies were easily knocked down as if they were mowed grass, lying neatly on the ground. The whole scene became more and more tragic and terrifying, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, suffocating.

The only Hanlin showed a reaction speed far beyond the others. The gray-white talent instantly condensed into a long sword flashing with cold light, and then swung continuously, each swing was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, blocking the golden sword light released by Ci Song.

However, the crisis was not resolved. Ci Song's figure appeared behind him at some point, with a golden sword in his hand emitting a dazzling light. The Hanlin held the knife in his backhand, trying to resist the sudden attack from behind, but Ci Song's strength was far beyond his imagination. With a loud bang, his talent knife was instantly defeated, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.

But Ci Song's strength exceeded his imagination, his talent knife was instantly defeated, and his body was also knocked out, hitting the wall hard, making a deep dent, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The body was like being hit by a giant hammer, and Hanlin was instantly knocked out and hit the hard wall hard. The wall made a dull sound under the impact, and then a deep pit was sunken. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red, and the whole person looked embarrassed. The air around him seemed to solidify, leaving only Hanlin's heavy breathing and Ci Song's indifferent eyes.

"As expected of a Hanlin, his reaction speed is much faster than those six rubbish."

As soon as Ci Song finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of the Hanlin again, "But, it's still too slow."

Accompanied by a dull sound, the Hanlin's chest was instantly pierced by the sword light, and his body lost balance, slid down the wall, and fell heavily to the ground. His face was pale, without a trace of blood, as if he had lost all his vitality.

At the moment when his life was gradually fading away, Hanlin finally uttered three words.

"Nothing is impossible. I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it."