Night.

Tranquil and distant.

Where the Qin Palace landed, everyone had already rested.

Chu Yun had already returned to the room, sitting cross-legged on the bed, three thousand thunderbolts were running uncontrollably, and the rich heaven and earth yuan power gathered into a stream, heading towards the infusion of Chu Yun's body.

At this time, Chu Yun was undoubtedly high-spirited.

There are two more battles, and the goal he has worked so hard for so long is about to be achieved.

Earth, the deity is about to go back.

Like, Xin'er, Yuqing, all the people Chu Yun wants to protect, are you all right?

It's fast, it's fast.

When the Tianjiao War is over, it will be when I, Chu Yun, go back to see you.

Now that Rong Zi'an has been killed by Chu Yun, the power of the Wen Palace has been cut by half. If there is no accident tomorrow, Chu Yun is confident that he will definitely be able to defeat the remaining two people in the Wen Palace.

All he needs to do is to solve the Wen Palace with minimal consumption, and then devote himself to preparing for the final battle.

When Chu Yun was secretly planning for tomorrow, in the next room, the sound of the piano was by no means calm, and he couldn't sleep.

"Palace Master, are you worried about the Holy Son?"

Although Qin Jiu's serious injury has not yet healed, she can already get out of bed and walk. At this time, seeing Qin Yin's worried look, Qin Jiu asked suspiciously.

Qin Yin nodded, then sighed, "yes." ”

"Palace Master, what is there to worry about, before the war started, the strength of the Wen Palace has already been greatly damaged. I think the chances of the Son winning the battle of tomorrow will be greatly increased. Qin Jiu looked at the palace master.

Qin Yin shook her head: "Silly girl, what do you know?"

"What I'm worried about is that Chu Yun killed Rong Zi'an, and the prime minister will hold a grudge against him. ”

"Okay, let's stop talking, you can go and rest. ”

Qin Yin waved his hand, withdrew Qin Jiu, and rested himself.

At this time, in the palace of letters.

The entire Asgard Palace was immersed in great sorrow because of the fall of the Holy Son.

"Revenge, the Holy Son cannot die in vain!"

"That Qin Palace Chu Yun, I, Chen Biao, will kill him!" someone was angry.

"Okay, Chen Biao, don't make a mess. The palace master has his own plans for how to plan. "Someone persuaded him.

When everyone in the Wen Palace was full of anger, in the main hall, the new Holy Son Lan Zi had already put a document in front of Ronghua.

"Palace Master, this is all the information that Chu Yun has. ”

"This son is said to be from the Nether, and later passed the assessment and entered the Sword Immortal Palace. During the Sword Immortal War, this son rebelled out of the Sword Immortal Palace in a fit of anger because he was not satisfied with the ranking of the Sword Immortal List, and killed several strong people in the Sword Immortal Palace. The Sword Immortal Palace then issued a hunt and kill order, and completely besieged and killed Chu Yun within the Immortal Kingdom. ”

But later he was rescued by Qinyin and received the Qin Palace as a holy son. With the protection of the Qin Palace, the Sword Immortal Palace had no choice but to stop and did not chase and kill Chu Yun again. ”

Lan Zi slowly told Chu Yun's legendary deeds, and Rong Hua's old face was expressionless, just sitting there and listening quietly.

After Lan Zi finished speaking, Rong Hua suddenly asked in a countervoice: "You mean, Chu Yun and that Sword Immortal Palace are also enemies of life and death?"

"It should be. After all, Chu Yun killed many people in the Sword Immortal Palace, and even a few of the elders of the Sword Immortal Palace were lost under Chu Yun, and in the end, Chu Yun even betrayed the Sword Immortal Palace. ”

"The Sword Immortal Palace has always attached great importance to reputation, if it weren't for the Qin Palace to protect him, Chu Yun would have died under the hands of the Sword Immortal Palace a long time ago. ”

"In this Tianjiao battle, Xia Lan of the Sword Immortal Palace has been shouting, if he encounters the Qin Palace, he will kill Chu Yun. But Qin Gong was also very lucky, and he didn't run into the Sword Immortal Palace for a few rounds in a row. ”

Lan Zi said slowly, but Ronghua's old eyes were flickering secretly, and no one knew what this old guy was thinking in his heart.

After a long time, Rong Hua waved his hand: "Okay, you can step back first." ”

"As for tomorrow's battle of heaven, everything will be done according to my plan. ”

"Didn't the Sword Immortal Palace always want to clean up the portal, and we will do what he wants. ”

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Palace.

In the dormitory where Xinghe lived.

At this time, in the entire hall, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

A group of subordinates knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling violently, full of fear, and they didn't dare to raise their heads at all.

And above the main hall, Xing He looked at the news from his subordinates, his face was gloomy, and he was so solemn that he was almost dripping. In the end, he couldn't help it after all, Xing He angrily lined up on the table in front of him, and with a bang, the sandalwood table and chair were immediately shattered.

"Rubbish!"

"Rong Zi'an, this waste!"

"Before the war, you did such a stupid thing for a woman?"

"Life and death on Wensheng Lake?"

"In the end, he was defeated and killed?"

"Isn't he the Holy Son of Wengong? Isn't he a rich five-car?"

"Isn't he so awesome? Why was he slaughtered by a stinky boy who practiced the piano?"

"What a crap!"

"I'm really blind, so I have high hopes for this kind of idiot!"

Xing He was already mad, his face was pale, and his eyes were red with anger.

In this Tianjiao battle, he planned for a long time.

In order to snipe the Sword Immortal Palace to win, he took out the cultivation of the Supreme Treasure Dragon Blood, and even took a huge risk to operate in the dark, so that the Fengqing Palace and the Sword Immortal Palace could face each other in advance.

All his plans are all paving the way with Rong Zi'an.

Just to hope that Rong Zi'an will be above the finals, he can defeat Gong Ming and the Sword Immortal Palace under the increase of dragon blood, and help him win the position of the champion of the Nine Palaces Tianjiao.

But Xing He didn't expect that Rong Zi'an would die? Before he even played in the semifinals, he died? It was especially because of a woman.

"This shit!"

Xinghe was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and after venting for a while, Xinghe took a long breath, suppressed the anger in his heart vigorously, and tried to keep himself calm.

Although Rong Zi'an is dead, the situation is not the worst. The remaining two people in the Wen Palace are by no means idle, especially that Lan Zi, whose strength is not much different from Rong Zi'an, and in the battle of tomorrow, it is easy for the Wen Palace to abolish that Qin Palace boy. Before the finals, Xinghe only needs to give Lan Zi the dragon's blood, in this case, there is still a possibility for Wengong to win the championship.

"Where's the dragon's blood, have you got it back?"

Xinghe calmed down and looked gloomily at his subordinates in front of him.

This morning, he had just given the dragon's blood to Rong Zi'an. Now that Eikoan is dead, that dragon blood will naturally have to be taken back and given to others.

This kind of heavy treasure of cultivation, Xinghe only has such a share. Originally, he was going to use it himself, but in order to snipe the Sword Immortal Palace and stabilize his position as the crown prince, he also had to cut the flesh and take it out.

"Third Highness, this... This..."The men are divided.

"Say!" Xing He slapped the table and shouted angrily.

The man immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, and said in fear: "Third Highness, my subordinates have searched for Rong Zi'an's body, but they have not found any trace of dragon blood. The subordinates suspected that the dragon's blood had been destroyed in the war. ”

What the?

Xinghe's old face immediately turned pale, and under the anger in his heart, a mouthful of blood spit out directly.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness~~"

His subordinates were immediately frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

But Xinghe was full of grandeur at this time, and his heart was dripping blood.

Eikoan is dead, and the dragon's blood is gone.

Could it be that God wants to exterminate him?

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The night passed quickly.

Early this morning, the square of Xiandu City was already full of people.

"Haha~"

"The big drama is about to begin?"

"Sword Immortal Palace, Battle Wind Qing Palace, absolute dragon fight!"

The whole square was in an uproar, and everywhere there was talk of today's battle.

But almost everyone is discussing the battle between the Sword Immortal Palace and the Qing Palace, as for the Qin Palace.

"Sure to lose!"

"The Holy Son of Wengong is both talented and beautiful, even if his strength is not as good as Feng Xinyan and Gong Ming, but he is definitely in the top three. ”

"Where is that Qin Palace kid that can be compared?"

At this time, a woman dressed in a bewitching dress sneered.

This woman was one of Huo Hongzhi's fan sisters a few days ago, her idol was crippled by Chu Yun, she naturally didn't have a good impression of Chu Yun, and now that the battle hadn't started, she was already belittling Chu Yun.

The fat man not far away heard it, but he didn't even bother to look at her.

This kind of bitch, I'm afraid you don't know, the talented and good-looking Wengong Holy Son in your mouth was slaughtered by my Brother Yun last night, right?

Still in this milk?

It's just a broom star, and the milk dies one by one!

This kind of thing Kai Fat didn't hype, after all, Rong Zi'an is the son of the prime minister, and if he doesn't get it right, he will get into trouble.

At this time, Ronghua had already taken the stage and announced the start of the game.

"The first battle, Qin Palace Zhanwen Palace. ”

"Please take the stage!"

Ronghua is still as solemn and serious as in the past, but his resolute and vicissitudes of life do not reveal the slightest pain of losing a child.

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