The surrounding Thousand Cavalry Iron Floating Tu and the three hundred disciples of the One Sword Sect covered their faces with their arms, and the Heavenly Wolf Son and the others were stunned.

Duan Shiyu's sleeves swung up, and he swept out a strong aura in front of Duan Yuxi, so that she could avoid the intrusion of wind and dust.

"Edgeworth...... It's because of the Holy Yang Golden Crystal Sword. He sighed, "The young sect master has been inherited by the ancestor, no wonder he can be so handy." ”

"It's just...... This fifth prince is a person that Qianfengyi has high hopes for, if he is killed, Qianfengyi will definitely not give up. He frowned.

"Martial Master Sanzhongtian, if you kill it, you will kill it, as for his father's ......," Duan Yuxi on the side said lightly, "It's just a martial spirit." ”

The powerhouse of the martial spirit realm who has reached the pinnacle in the world, but in Duan Yuxi's mouth, he has become so mediocre, and he doesn't know where this iceberg beauty comes from with his vision and confidence.

However, after listening to her words, Duan Shiyu, who had always acted steadily, nodded his head in a ghostly manner, and his expression regained his calm.

The three powerful figures fell leisurely from the nine skies, forming a circle and standing beside Qian Fengyi, who fell to the ground.

At this moment, he was dressed in a tattered dragon robe, his face was pale, his mouth was overflowing with blood, and he was unspeakably embarrassed, how could he have the majesty and demeanor of the former lord of the country?

The mirage array he had laid had also lost its golden light and dimmed again, and he sat on his knees with a dejected look.

"My chess...... My chess ......" he turned a blind eye to the three Martial Spirit Realm Grandmasters around him, his eyes were fixed on the smoke and dust in front of him, and he muttered softly, "I've been planning for so many years...... You can't die...... You can't die ......."

The fifth prince Qianfengyi is the choice of the master of the country that he has carefully cultivated, and he is a chess piece that he has devoted the most effort to.

If Qianfeng is easy to die, he, the lord of the country, will have no real successor.

The vast wind and sand dispersed, Xiao Yu, who had a straight spine, held his sword indifferently, and a drop of red blood rolled down from the Holy Yang Golden Crystal Sword.

The fifth prince Qianfeng was kneeling in front of him dejectedly, his eyes blank.

Click!

The golden feather helmet suddenly cracked a thin crack in the game.

The slit grew bigger and bigger, and finally it tore open violently and split in half.

However, this was not over, and a thin red line suddenly appeared on Qian Fengao's frightened face.

The red thread ran straight down from top to bottom across his entire face.

The luxurious silver armor on his body suddenly shattered, and pieces of silver scales shattered to the ground, and then all the clothes inside shattered into pieces of butterflies and exploded!

Poof! Qianfeng proudly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It was as if Xiao Yu had beheaded a silver dragon.

"Woo...... Woo woo...... "Qian Fengao is not dead yet, and even the white horse under his seat is unharmed, standing not far away and snorting.

There was a little more look in his eyes, but it was no longer the same arrogance as before, but a deep fear!

"Ah, Xiao Yu, don't kill me...... Don't kill me!" he knelt on the ground and shouted at Xiao Yu in front of him.

He had already been frightened by Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu relied on his induction and subtle control of the Holy Yang Golden Crystal Sword, and when he finally killed Qian Fengao, Xiao Yu collected his sword momentum and only cut his helmet and armor.

He knew that if he killed Qianfengyi, a lot of troubles would follow.

He was not afraid of trouble, but he still wanted to think more about his sect disciples.

If Qianfeng Yi of the Martial Spirit Realm was desperate to kill in a rage, the three hundred disciples of the One Sword Sect present would inevitably be affected by Chi Yu.

Killing Qian Fengao is not the goal, the purpose is to make the royal family dare not underestimate the three sects!

Looking at the five princes who were not dead, Qianfeng who fell to the ground was relieved.

But he looked at Qian Fengao's ridiculous appearance of crying in embarrassment, and his face showed a depressed expression.

"Why...... Why am I losing......" he muttered in a low voice, "I've been planning for so many years, and no one can escape my layout...... Why is that?"

He knelt on the ground, his cloak was scattered, and his voice was hoarse, and the generation of lords of Qianfeng Country was reduced to such a scene, which really made the onlookers sigh.

"Isn't that a simple thing?" Iron Bone Nie stroked his long beard and sneered, "Because you're too weak!"

"Although you have the help of the gods, it is not difficult for the three of us to defeat you. Mo Tianxing stood with his hands in his hands, "Qianfengyi, you think too highly of yourself, do you really think that the royal family can cover the sky with one hand?"

Qianfengyi's expression changed, and he still shouted unconvinced: "As the lord of Qianfeng Country, I don't know how many people have fallen into my hands over the years! I am immersed in the way of power and scheming so deeply, how can I lose in your hands!"

"It's because you're obsessed with scheming that you've fallen behind in your own martial arts. ”

It was Xiao Yu who spoke, he glanced lightly at the five princes kneeling in front of him, his expression was indifferent, "In the face of absolute strength, all your conspiracies and tricks are vulnerable. ”

Qianfeng Yi on the ground frowned, and a hideous look appeared on his face: "You junior, dare to talk to me like this? With your strength as a martial artist, I can kill you with my fingers!"

The Holy Yang Golden Crystal Sword was raised slowly, and the cold blade touched Qian Fengao's neck, which immediately made him shiver all over.

"Just like now, can I kill your son with my hands?" Xiao Yu looked at Qian Fengyi calmly and said lightly.

Qianfengyi's eyes widened, and anger and grief surged in his chest, shaking him speechless.

Everyone around saw Xiao Yu's appearance of neither humility nor arrogance, and everyone was surprised that he dared to contradict a martial spirit realm master like this, but they also admired his courage in their hearts.

"Even juniors can understand the truth, why are you still obsessed?" Dugu Ao sighed lightly and looked at Qianfengyi on the ground, "You are bent on fiddling with your tricks, thinking that our three sects will be at your mercy." ”

His eyes froze, and he snorted coldly, and the steel knives in the hands of the thousands of horses around him broke free from their hands, flew into the air in a disorderly manner, and then smashed to the ground indiscriminately.

"Do you know that if my three sects join forces to destroy your royal family of Qianfeng Kingdom...... It's easy!"

His voice was like thunder, and an earth-shattering sound rang out in the square.

It is rare to see Dugu Ao's fierce tone, thinking about what the royal family has done this time, it has made him really angry.

The puppet was furious, and blood splattered three feet.

The Son of Heaven was furious, and millions of corpses were ambushed.

If a Martial Spirit Realm master-level master was furious in his heart, what would it be?

"You need to know that my three sects are standing without your Qianfeng country, but if your Qianfeng country is away from my three sects, it is really not far from destroying the country!"

The overwhelming coercion swept across the mirage square, and immediately caused the Thousand Horsemen Iron Floating Tu to fall from his horse and kneel to the ground.

Qianfeng Yi opened his mouth wide and his eyes were glazed.

Dugu's arrogant words kept echoing in his mind, shattering his heart!

Mo Tianxing and Tiegu Nie looked at Dugu Ao who was standing with their hands in their hands, and a trace of jealousy rose in their hearts.

Seeing the presence of the One Sword Sect this time, just one Aoki Hall Master has the cultivation of the Martial Master Nine Heavens, and the Thirty-six Halls of the One Sword Sect, I don't know how many people are like him.

Not to mention the younger generation of Duan Yuxi, Cangyun, Mo Xuanyu and others, all of whom have already broken through the realm of martial artists.

There were also the three hundred white-clothed disciples who blessed the Tiangang Beidou Great Array who were present, and they had no fear in their eyes.

Mo Tianxing and Tie Gu Nie glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's thoughts:

There is also a Xiao Yu!

It can be said that the source of everything here revolves around this Young Sect Master of the One Sword Sect.

He is indeed worthy of his title of young sect master, and he looks down on him in the national capital, and slashes the worldly imperial power with a sword!

Although Xiao Yu is still in the realm of martial arts, the two great grandmasters can expect that this son is definitely not a thing in the pool, and his future achievements will definitely be extraordinary!

The rainstorm came and went as fast as it came, and the lead clouds over the top gradually dissipated, revealing a clear sky.

The sun shines down, dispersing the haze on the mirage square.

A ray of sunshine shone on Xiao Yu's body, with a desirable warmth.

He closed his eyes comfortably.

It's all over.

At this moment, everyone in the square looked at the young man in the sun, at the sword in his hand, at the wounds on his body, and at the straight and unbending spine.

"One Sword Sect ......," the young man said a little lazily.

"In!" the eyes of the three hundred disciples showed eagerness, and their hearts stirred.

Their young sect master was in the national capital, and he did not disgrace the One Sword Sect.

At this moment, Xiao Yu is the pride of all of them!

Xiao Yu opened his eyes and smiled indifferently:

"Let's go home. ”

He didn't say anything more grandiose, just spit out a plain word.

However, the disciples of the three sects, including Heavenly Wolf Zi and the others, all felt that a warm flow flowed through their hearts.

"Dugu Lao'er, you apprentice, it's not simple. The Holy Strength Gate Master Iron Gu Nie exclaimed.

Dugu Ao looked at the young man's straight back, and also smiled faintly:

"He is not my apprentice, he is my righteous son. ”

Everyone brushed their sleeves and left, so mighty that no one dared to stop them.

Leaving the royal family, the old and the young, still lost their souls, and knelt on the ground with thousands of horsemen, trembling to themselves.

......

A small town outside the gates.

A man stumbled out into the street, ragged and stumbling down the street, his chest wrapped in filthy linen, but already soaked in blood.

The wound there had begun to smell a strong rancid smell that was disgusting.

His lips are chapped, his eyebrows are still good, but the whole person is embarrassed, like a crazy beggar in the alley.

Passers-by looked at him with such an unlucky appearance, and they all avoided the side, their eyes showing disdain.

His eyes glazed over, his mouth muttered something repeatedly, and he walked aimlessly down the street like a lonely ghost.

"Huh?"

When a woman with a hat on her head saw this man, she was stunned for a moment, and then her words showed joy: "Isn't this Qian Fengjie, who has studied the three sects? Look at his declining appearance...... It seems that the rumors about Qianfeng Country are correct. ”

She stopped and thought about it, and laughed in a low voice: "He has such a deep resentment in his heart, if I dedicate him to the master, I will definitely be rewarded heavily!"

She was on tiptoe and caught up with the lost Qian Fengjie.

"I want to be emperor...... I'm going to kill Xiao Yu......" Only then did she hear Qian Fengjie's whisper.

"Xiao Yu ......" The woman's voice added a thick resentment, she calmed down the hatred in her heart, and said to Qian Fengjie softly, "Come with me, I can let you get everything you want." ”

Qian Fengjie only felt that a fragrant wind hit him, and then he heard the sound of desolation, and his face was pillowed in a soft place, which couldn't help but make him feel comfortable.

In a trance, he was still muttering to himself: "Be the emperor...... Kill Xiao Yu...... You...... Who are you?"

The woman under the hat smiled lightly, hugged Qian Fengjie and pretended to be soft:

"I'm afraid that the second prince has forgotten me, I am ...... Zhou Jirou!"

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