Chapter 8 Failed Action

The wounded soldiers on countless official roads left quickly in the carriages escorting food and fodder, and now the battle is no longer for them to participate in. The battle between the practitioners can only be handed over to such a special institution as the Supervision Institute, but there are still several corpses on the official road covered with blood stained with food and grass.

Because after all, a giant such a thing as the Qingtian God Religion is not a national institution like the Supervisory Institute, and the gap in the number of people is particularly important.

Separation looked at the corners of the Qingyi Taoist's mouth with a trace of ridicule and did not do it immediately, and the practitioners of the nearby Qingtian God Religion and the practitioners around the Supervision Institute have already fight.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi did not look at the laughing eyes of angrily parting, but looked at the departing grain carriage and thinking about something in his heart.

The battle between the practitioners in the Song Dynasty was no more tragic than the battlefield on the northern front, and countless businessmen and passers-by who had received the news had already entered the nearby cities.

Although the realm of these practitioners is not very high, they are still not what ordinary people can see, because the chaotic atmosphere generated by the practitioners in the battle is enough to make ordinary people die 10,000 times, not to mention that there must be masters of knowing their fate or the fifth realm fighting more fiercely.

The smile at the corners of the farewell's mouth is just that the iron sword in his hand is still clenched. The people who have never despised the practitioners of the Qingtian God Sect. After all, every practitioner from the Qingtian God Sect has a very difficult memory of practice.

"You are very strong, but you are still not my opponent," Taoist Tsing Yi said softly after a long time.

After listening to the parting, he frowned slightly and did not refute or take action. Although the opponent only had the realm of knowing his fate, the blue robe represented some kind of information.

In the Qingtian God Religion, the red Taoist robes are generally magicians, while the Qingyi Taoist robes are practitioners. Some of the Qingyi Taoist robes are embroidered with patterns.

"Confidence is very good, but blind self-confidence will make you lose your life," he said.

The Taoist in Qingyi didn't say anything but slowly pulled out the long sword behind him. The long sword was not sharp, but it had a certain murderous intention. Separation saw that the Taoist in blue pulled out his long sword and clenched the long knife in his hand, and his eyes were more sharp and determined because of the origin of the embroidery on the Taoist robe in Qingyi.

A burst of autumn wind blew up the breath of fate and the sound of the collision of the long sword rain and iron swords directly affected the battlefield. The Qingtian God practitioners on both sides and the killers around the supervision institute retreated, and the extremely violent aura of heaven and earth and the runes that could destroy one side filled the whole official road.

It seems that the two of them have taken action countless times. The broken runes and the distorted aura of heaven and earth have destroyed countless trees. Although both of them are in the realm of destiny, the real forces they fight are completely comparable to the ordinary fifth realm practitioners.

After a blow, countless cracks appeared on the black clothes, and the Taoist in blue showed traces of blood. The Taoist in blue took a look at the cyan Taoist robe on his body and then looked at the farewell with a more murderous atmosphere, because he was absolutely not allowed to be at a disadvantage in the blow just now.

As the most mysterious institutional ruling priest of Qingtianism, this is a great shame, and the blood stains on the cracks are like hitting themselves in the face.

"The ruling priest is just like this" said with a smile at the corners of his mouth, which was not the crack on the black clothes.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi was even more angry and murderous. Every adjudicator came out of the sea of blood and climbed out of the corpses after countless battles.

Without words, the Taoist in blue took action. The rules and dense runes flashed on the sword. Parting looked at the attacking sword all over the sky and the iron sword in his hand. There was no shocking sound, no terrible impact, only the soft sound of the two swords colliding.

After parting, she took more than a dozen steps back, while the Taoist in blue still moved forward. The iron sword in her serious hand collided again. Every time they parted, they retreated and the Taoist in Qingyi moved forward. And the face of countless cracks on the slowly parting was even more scratched. On the other hand, the Taoist in Qingyi was still like that, but his face was extremely angry.

At this time, the Taoist in Qingyi is like killing a god. Among them, he saw the power of the fifth realm. Parting is not a stupid person. On the contrary, he was particularly smart. Otherwise, Zhao Feng would not have let the departure take over the most horrible forces of the inspection court around.

After parting from the side battle, he quickly retreated from the official road to the dense forest, and the practitioners around him watched the battle between the two, because the real victory and defeat of the battle were between the two. Although they are practitioners, they still have not entered the realm of knowledge, which is difficult for ordinary practitioners to enter, and the two of them have a faint atmosphere of the fifth realm in the fight.

The true qi in Tsing Yi Taoist is still about to dry up. Although the separation is awkward, the true qi in his body is still full. The Tsing Yi Taoist knows that if it goes on like this, he will be consumed by the other party, and the other party's strength is stronger than his own and his moves are not weaker than himself.

The long sword crossed the parting iron sword to meet him, and then the iron sword hit the Taoist in blue. The Taoist in blue was shocked and dodged and retreated, but there was still a trace of scar and bleeding on his face.

It's not possible to say goodbye. It's just to hold an iron sword and look closely at the Tsing Yi Taoist just now that the sword did not cause fatal damage to the Tsing Yi Taoist, and after such a long fight, he was even more difficult to get rid of the murderous intention of the Qingyi Taoist.

The Taoist in Qingyi looked coldly at the parting side. If he didn't stop at the end, he would be seriously injured. Sure enough, the goddess said it right. People everywhere in the supervision court were not allowed to peep.

"Go" the Taoist in Tsing Yi did not continue to attack and then ordered to leave. A gust of autumn wind blew through the Taoist in Tsing Yi and disappeared.

Parting looked at the disappeared Taoist in Qingyi and then spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Adult" A killer from all over the place immediately came over and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just murderous," he said.

"Your Excellency, what should I do now?" the killer asked.

"It is impossible for the manpower of the Supervision Institute to compare with the Qingtianshen Sect. You go to another battlefield to help first," said parting.

The killer nodded and then asked, "Your Excellency, you are"

I shook my head and said, "I'll rush there later"

"Yes" the killer replied, and then countless killers in the jungle disappeared in a blink of an eye.

On the official road in the Song Dynasty, there are dozens of Qingtian God practitioners fighting with the killers in the supervision institute. This battle between the two major power practitioners in the Song Dynasty is far more tragic than that in the northern battlefield.

The Qingtian God Religion left the bodies of countless practitioners and a few sentences of judgments that the bodies of the priest still left, and the monitoring court also left countless bodies of the killers. If it is detailed, neither side has taken advantage of the battle between the Supervision Institute and the Green God Religion.

Strictly speaking, there are hundreds of soldiers escorting food and fodder to die, but even if it is death, the Qingtianism still fails because this is not the result they want.

On the second day after the end of the battle, two secret letters quickly entered the Beizhou logistics office. The eldest prince sat on the desk and looked at the two secret letters coldly, with an angry look in his eyes.

The first secret letter was sent by the Supervisory Court to tell the eldest prince about the situation of the day before yesterday, while the other secret letter was sent by the clan government saying that someone in Beizhou had embezzled military grain.

Mr. Lin sat on the chair and looked at the gloomy prince. He didn't say anything but carefully tasted the tea in his hand.

"Lao Lin, what do you think of this matter?" The eldest prince looked at Mr. Lin, but he was extremely angry. As the prince of the Song Dynasty, he saw that some people were still making money in the war, and there were officials among them. How could he not be angry?

Lin Lao took a sip of tea and said, "People who can't use the government should use the eldest prince's own people"

The eldest prince knew the meaning as soon as he heard it. Whether it is the logistics official or the official government in Yunzhou, it is definitely not good, because everyone knows the truth that the officials protect each other, and there must be some people in the government.

"But," the eldest prince said worriedly.

Lin Lao interrupted the eldest prince with a smile and said, "I know what Your Highness is worried about. It's better to send a group of people on the surface and then secretly send a group of people"

The eldest prince is not stupid to know that Mr. Lin means that there is also his father's side. If he uses his own people, he is afraid that someone will get sick.

"Your Majesty, you might as well explain this matter secretly," Mr. Lin said.

The eldest prince nodded and began to write secret reports. Before the princes left, the Maple King secretly handed over the secret reporting system of the local supervisory institute to the princes. Of course, only one person could not be a local institution.

On the second day, the logistics government released information about corruption in Yunzhou, but no one's name was released because of insufficient evidence. It's just that the logistics government and the Yunzhou government will send envoys to all parts of Yunzhou to investigate, and the people all parts of Yunzhou are even more angry as soon as the news is released.

How can the Song Dynasty not be angry because there are officials or individuals who have done such things in a special period? On the day of the news release, countless people came to the government to expose the scandals of some officials, and the officials collected these reports and handed them over to the upcoming officials.

Fan Yao stood in the government and looked at the sky and muttered, "Yunzhou is going to change. I don't know how many officials are unlucky"