In the Chenglong Palace, frost and snow are howling.

Blazing wildfires were extinguished by wind and snow.

This fire is ...... After all, it was extinguished.

The snow fell one after another, falling on the shoulders of the two people, and the black robe turned into frost.

Xu Zang's eyebrows and hair are all condensed and crystal clear like ice crystals.

Little by little, his breath was extinguished and annihilated...... The dead air on the whole person completely dissolved and became an ice sculpture.

Keep your eyes closed.

No more breath.

And his hands were stuck in the emperor's chest, and ten fingers pinched the heart.

That hot heart, the tendency to beat gradually decreased.

The blazing mist of blood no longer rose, and the surface of the heart was covered with a layer of frost.

The Emperor's face was equally pale, his head hanging slightly under the frost and snow, and then his eyelids struggled to open...... Eventually, it closed weakly.

Taizong closed his eyes.

Death had never been so close to him.

The blazing cold fell on his shoulders, on his chest, into his lungs, and on his heart.

His consciousness was chaotic and he fell into an endless abyss.

The Chenglong Hall fell into a real silence.

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Ning Yi's body couldn't move.

He sat on the pillar of the main hall in a daze, looking at the black-robed man who was covered in frost and snow and frozen into ice slag...... From beginning to end, the man only had one back.

When the coffin was lifted out of the Purple Mountain, Ning Yi felt as if his heart had been pinched hard.

He once felt that Xu Zang's death was the most absurd joke in the world.

And now...... I witnessed Xu Zang hand out all the swords, which were eroded and turned into ice sculptures by the dead air.

Ning Yi's mind went blank.

It's like the tide of the sea receding, and a huge loss, loneliness, and confusion came in a surge.

The mottled memories in my mind turned into sharp knives one after another at this moment.

He looked at Taizong's face covered with frost and snow, thinking about what Taizong said to himself...... Hatred is the greatest motivator that drives a person forward.

Truly.

He has not experienced hatred.

And how can you experience what it's like to desperately want to kill someone?

Ning Yi's throat felt dry, and he wanted to move his body, but found that he couldn't do anything...... Xu Zang's sword intent enveloped the entire hall, and the chilling death aura was all aimed at Emperor Taizong, but even so, the rest of the hall was still suppressed by the sword qi.

It's not just Xu Zang's sword intent...... The imperial luck set off under the Chenglong Palace, the venue of the battle between the two Nirvana powers, was filled with extremely high coercion.

Don't say it's Ning Yi...... Even if it was a great cultivator of the Destiny Star Realm, if he stepped into the Chenglong Hall at this moment, he would be directly killed by Xu Zang's sword intent, and he would not be able to take three steps, he would be directly frozen into an ice sculpture and shattered to the ground.

The three people in the Chenglong Palace, under Xu Zang's special "care", were unable to enter within three feet of the sword.

Ning Yi, girl, Xu Qingyan.

The whole hall was as tense as a frozen mirror.

Wandering around in the cold snow.

Ning Yi exhaled a breath of white air, he pulled Pei Fu's girl, and used his body to warm the girl...... was forcibly taken out of the "wildfire" by Taizong, and the girl's soul was seriously traumatized, and her little face turned pale.

Ning Yi raised a hand and wiped the frost marks on her cheeks.

Pei Yatou seemed to wake up from sleep, tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, and her face was tired and bleak.

It's been a long time since I've seen her smile.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little gloomy, he looked at the corner of the main hall, Xu Zang resisted Emperor Taizong, what happened over there...... It is not yet known.

It seems that the sword has played its due role.

Ning Yi took a deep breath and endured the cold to poke out his thoughts little by little.

Xu Zang's breath is gone.

The Emperor's Breath...... Not anymore.

He was a little confused.

There seemed to be a layer of cold fog in the main hall, and the figures stacked one after the other were shrouded in fog, and they couldn't see clearly, and they couldn't really see it.

Until a voice rang out outside the temple.

"Your Majesty. ”

The voice sounded mellow and hoarse, and the man who spoke was both young and old.

Between speaking, a thin man in a thin green shirt stepped into the main hall, the man in the green shirt stood at the door of the main hall, did not enter a step, did not take a step, his eyes were calm and wooden, looking at the cold air that swam in the hall, this is an abyss of sword intent, if you rush in, it is very likely that you will not recover.

So he stood on the first step after stepping into the threshold, and never went deeper into the second step.

He spoke in a voice without any respect or sarcasm, just a calm.

Ning Yi turned his head with difficulty, and when he saw the man in green shirt, his pupils contracted fiercely.

The most ugly face at this moment was the hooded girl sitting at the highest point of the main hall.

Xu Qingyan's hands grabbed the hem of the gauze skirt, she gritted her teeth and looked at the familiar figure.

Xu Qingke's long hair was blown up by the frost and snow of the Chenglong Palace, and because of the excessive consumption of mental energy these days, the color of his hair is not much different from the frost and snow, which makes him not look young, but looks depressed and vicissitudes.

After he shouted the words "Your Majesty", there was no more reaction.

He was waiting for the man's response.

Ning Yi turned his head and looked at the corner of the main hall of the Chenglong Palace, where Xu Zang was completely silent.

Xu Zang delivered all his death qi and sword intent into the man's body...... He closed his eyes, and Taizong closed his eyes too.

However, at this moment, the sound of a heartbeat reappeared in the hall.

The man in the royal robe who was pressed against the stone wall let out a dull moan with a painful stirring in his throat.

Eventually, breathing was restored.

Ning Yi only felt chills all over his body...... He listened to the slow heartbeat sound of the Chenglong Palace, the emperor's awakening was unreasonable, Xu Zang tried his best to kill the situation, and used all the means.

The emperor even survived?

"Knock ......"

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

The sound of the heartbeat grew louder and louder, like a war drum.

The clicking sound of bones kept ringing, Taizong twisted his head, the sword smashing injury on his shoulder, slowly healed at this moment, he stretched out a hand with difficulty, pulled out the wildfire inserted into the back of his neck, five fingers with frost, the moment he clenched it tightly, the sparks of the wildfire splashed everywhere, the red color of the sword body was pinched to pieces, and the flames with a layer of ancient rust were directly extinguished by frost and snow.

White mist rises.

Taizong opened his eyes.

He calmly looked at Xu Zang, who had turned into an ice sculpture in front of him, with no contempt or hatred in his eyes.

Opposite.

He respects this young genius.

When he wanted to take the last step of "immortality", it was Xu Zang who gave him a blow that was close to death.

This is indeed a lore game.

No one in this world can do better than Xu Zang.

The time, the place, the people.

If there really is anything lacking...... Perhaps the gap in that sword was the biggest surprise.

If the fine snow had not been disconnected, then Xu Zang's sword intent would not have paused for a moment, and he would not even need to use the last move...... Use yourself as a sword to go to the wind and snow together.

Taizong's eyebrows, frost and snow melted little by little, he silently looked at the ice sculpture that Xu Zang had transformed, under his fiery divinity, this ice sculpture began to melt, and between dozens of breaths, the chill of the Chenglong Hall was melted by the hot divinity...... The black-robed man who almost gave himself "death" disappeared into this hall.

Turned to snow.

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Xu Qingke didn't go deep into this hall before the frost and snow melted, he just stood in the threshold and looked into the distance.

The frost aura and sword intent in the hall were too cold.

Xu Qingke is already famous enough in the Great Sui world, and everyone in the four realms knows that the three princes of the Western Realm, who are now in the limelight in Tiandu City, can gain such a power because he chose a great strategist as a teacher.

And that strategist is weak, facing countless affairs, plans, and patterns in the west.

Where is it possible to be a practitioner?

Truly.

Xu Qingke is not a cultivator.

No one knows this better than his sister...... At a very young age, his body was very weak, and it was a difficult thing to carry his sister to watch a play on the wall.

He didn't have the opportunity to practice.

But heaven ...... tends to be fair.

He took a path that did not require cultivation and could reach the top.

At this moment, Xu Qingke, who had white hair, was standing at the entrance of the hall, and countless white mist and frost and snow were coming, and the cold and heat waves were mixed together.

Embraced by the mist.

His expression didn't change.

There was a faint golden brilliance surging in the cuffs, and he brought his most important things with him when he ascended to the palace today...... It is a pocket abacus, the operator is sealed by jade, and the barrel bone of the abacus is a bamboo slip with an unsightly appearance.

He came in a hurry, dusty, and with the smell of books in an old mansion.

Amid the mist and frost and snow, the battered emperor slowly stood up.

The emperor, who had left the stone wall of the Chenglong Hall with his back, looked at the white-haired strategist who had ascended the main hall, and he frowned, and ...... on the other party's body I vaguely felt a sense of déjà vu.

A sense of foreboding rose in my heart.

Inside the main hall.

The sound of violent war drums gradually decreased, which meant that the wound in Taizong's chest was also repaired by divinity.

But that doesn't mean ...... After this battle, he did not lose the slightest.

Although Xu Zang died, he caused too much trauma to himself.

At this moment, Taizong's body was filled with fragments of sword blades broken by "fine snow", one by one like snowflakes, flowing in the blood, and every breath was torment.

The amplitude of the heart's beating is getting louder and louder, because the dead qi that wraps around the heart, like frost condensation, needs to be dissipated little by little...... This is a more serious injury than the sword wound left by Pei Min thirteen years ago!

Experienced this battle.

Taizong paid a terrible price.

But at the same time, he also realized a very important thing.

But if ...... At the beginning, he did not underestimate the enemy, and directly used the "iron law" and the "throne", then the situation would be completely different.

In this world, apart from Xu Zang, an outlaw, who would dare to try to kill himself in Tiandu City?

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Xu Qingke, who was standing in the hall, dusted off the frost and snow on his shoulders.

The white-haired strategist smiled, slowly stepped into the main hall, and said:

"I'm here to kill you. ”

Emperor Taizong stared at Xu Qingke, his expression gloomy, and slowly raised his right hand.

The induction of "Iron Law" and "Throne" is extremely strong.

There is no scene where the two forces of the Iron Law Throne roar in.

There was a dead silence in the Chenglong Palace.

After a long time, there was a dead silence.

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