In the light and darkness, everyone entered the palace hall.

The cloud top in the hall is made of sandalwood beams, simple and atmospheric, the ground is paved with white jade, with a warm luster, two golden pillars of the dragon are magnificent, and a ding incense burner is placed next to each other, exuding a swirling smoke, full of lonely incense smell.

A dark yellow dragon chair lies horizontally on the inside of the main hall.

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe sat on a dragon chair with his eyes closed, exuding a majestic aura on his body.

If there were a bunch of loyal civil and military generals standing in the main hall, it would be even more like that.

Meng Fan squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the middle-aged man, and said to himself: "The Night Emperor? Sikong Changye, quite a handsome uncle!"

Su Pei and the others stood beside Meng Fan, staring at the middle-aged man with a look of vigilance.

Only the fire spirit looked a little absent-minded, as if the incense burner with its smoke was more attractive to him.

Duan Zhengwu moved the lotus step lightly, stepped on the white jade ground that was recognizable, and slowly walked towards the dragon chair, with a peerless face, with a trace of anger, she said: "It's all this time, don't you want to see me in your body?"

The middle-aged man opened his narrow eyes and looked at Duan Zhengwu, and his words were filled with endless melancholy: "Xiao Wu, you are finally willing to talk to me......"

Duan Zhengwu's footsteps didn't stop, and the white jade ground under his feet clicked and shattered, as if it had turned into fragmented hearts:

"Who once said that they will die between heaven and earth?"

"Who once said that turning a rainbow into a bridge, when you want to meet, when you meet, stepping on the bridge is?"

"Who has ever condensed qi into a sword, the sword is ruthless, destroying my body, and trapping me in the depths of the sinkhole?"

Duan Zhengwu's words were like blood, tears flowed down his eyes, he raised his slender jade hand, condensed a snow-white long sword, and walked closer and closer to the man.

"Zheng Wu hates that thin lover the most in his life, a negative person!"

"The thirty-six swords of Tiangang that you pierced into my body, my sword can't be forgotten!"

"Long night, your heart is also fleshy, I'm just a woman, how can you be so cruel to me!"

Duan Zhengwu's words made Su Pei and Ye Xiaowan bow their heads in anger, clenched their little hands tightly, and their eyelashes were wet with tears.

A kind and gentle woman was hurt by a negative man to the point that she couldn't be a man, and she was unwilling to be a ghost!

It's sad to the extreme!

"Xiao Wu, this illusion was originally a barren land, but I spent a lot of effort to operate it to this point......" The man raised his hand and sighed, "Look at the beauty of this palace, look at the green mountains outside, and look at the handsome and virtuous city like clouds...... Is it true, beautiful or not, forget the past, let's live here well, okay?"

Duan Zhengwu smiled sadly, and her delicate body trembled.

"I only saw your Emperor's Eighteen Battalions facing me with swords!"

"I only see a river of blood flowing outside this palace, which makes people shudder!"

"All I saw was a soulless illusion, coming and going like a walking corpse!"

"Long night, you're not a child anymore, you can deceive yourself, can you deceive others?"

Duan Zheng Wu, at this time, only ten steps away from Sikong Changye, the snow-white long sword suddenly burst out of the cold sword light, she raised the long sword and pointed at Sikong Changye: "Long night, this time, let's not live hard, don't die, okay?"

"No, no, don't!"

Sikong Changye stretched out his hand, bent his fingers in front of his chest, and every time he clicked, a blood-colored long sword condensed out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, he had already clicked thirty-six times, condensing thirty-six long swords, and the humming was suspended in front of him!

The fierce aura it exuded, even if Meng Fan was promoted to the Pseudo-Heaven Cutting Realm at this time, he was shocked.

Su Pei and the others were forced to take a few steps back, with a look of horror on their faces.

They were sure that any of the thirty-six swords that slashed at them would wipe them out!

"Xiao Wu, don't come here, don't come over!" Sikong Changye's eyes showed a strong panic, "Go back, go back, ......"

"Long night, what are you afraid of, who hugged me in my arms and said some nice words, but now I want to reject people thousands of miles away?"

A hint of decisiveness flashed in the corner of Duan Zhengwu's eyes, his figure floated, and the person followed the sword, stabbing towards Sikong Changye, who was sitting on the dragon chair, and his graceful body was like an incarnation into a dazzling streamer, blooming in an instant.

"Xiao Wu, don't force me!"

With a wave of his long sleeves, the thirty-six long swords spun rapidly, and immediately turned into a bloodthirsty sword dragon, blasting towards Duan Zheng Dance, and the blood light suddenly filled the hall, and the rich aura of destruction soaked every trace of air.

Duan Zhengwu collided with the stegosaurus in an instant, wielding a snow-white long sword, and in the deafening sound of Jin Ge's impact, from time to time a long sword flew out upside down, piercing the cloud top of the main hall, and escaped into the sky, and the broken rubble fell to the white jade ground of the main hall, shattering to the ground.

There is also a Dao Dao sword qi, setting off a soul-shaking sound of breaking through the sky, cutting out a shocking deep sword mark on the ground!

Meng Fan stood in front of Su Pei and the others, his face solemn.

He couldn't have imagined that Sikong Changye would have such a strong combat power, which would make Duan Zhengwu stop moving forward, and he was in danger.

He wanted to go up and help, but this kind of battle was no longer something he could participate in, and he would die in close quarters!

This reminded him of the scene when the old fairy Liu Zhixuan was in the crack of Pig's Trotter Mountain and fought against the ghost-faced general!

At the beginning, the old fairy could slash Pig's Trotter Mountain with a sword, and these two pairs of undying enemies, if they did their best, I am afraid they could also do it!

Meng Fan took a deep breath, his bright pupils reflected the colorful and deadly sword light, and his desire to become stronger was even more anticipating.

Su Pei and the others retreated again and again, and finally reluctantly stopped at the threshold of the main hall.

They all looked nervous, and for the first time they felt so small, so powerless, life was like ants, life and death were just between the thoughts of others.

Fortunately, Duan Zhengwu seemed to be afraid of hurting them, so he used his slender body and cultivation to suppress the battle within a certain range, otherwise this battle would definitely collapse the hall and make them disappear in an instant.

"Snort!"

After a while, Duan Zhengwu's blue and white cheongsam would be cut by sword light, revealing flawless skin that exuded a white halo, she was a soul body, and there was no blood...... Only tears!

Whose eyes were filled with tears.

Who promised her to stay with her for the rest of her life, but she couldn't ask for it.

Who cut off her endless tenderness and imprisoned her in cold darkness......

"Long night, thirty-six swords, Zheng Dance is coming back to you!"

Duan Zheng Wu flew the last blood-colored long sword, and with a wave of his hand, the snow-white long sword rose into the air like a cloud, and in the poignant humming, it also turned into thirty-six long swords, and the sword and sword diffused with a beautiful white sword light like snow, and shrouded towards the long night of Sikong......

This year, winter may come early!

You see, the white jade ground is like a layer of white snow!

(End of chapter)