"Moonwater!"

As Li Yuanhao spit out two words, countless small flying swords flew in the air in an instant, densely packed like needles and spring rain, all of which stabbed at Su Mingchuan.

The deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, who had already resisted the repeated attacks of the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, had a different color on his face, and was a little surprised by the means that Li Yuanhao kept sending, and with a slight stomp of his foot, a ground wave was formed on the ground, driving Zhou Tian's breath, and a barrier rose from the ground, blocking countless sword qi as thin as a hair: "After all, it is not created by itself, the shape is similar but has no charm, and the moon water that is not cold is ruined!"

Li Yuanhao was unmoved, smiled lightly, the broken sword was horizontal in front of him, the thirty-six swords were at ease, and it was still a move to pick up people's teeth and wisdom, drawing tigers according to cats, and the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty was determined to use the moves of stealing teachers all his life on Su Mingchuan's body, and a sword qi like pouring ink rain came overwhelmingly.

Su Mingchuan frowned slightly, a little displeased, repeatedly frolicking, and endless temptations, the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion lost patience, waved his sleeve with one hand, and directly wrapped the sword qi, letting the sword qi stir and drum in his sleeve.

Li Yuanhao's hands swirled, a mysterious and simple Tai Chi open hand pose, two yin and yang double thunders were suspended in the palm of his hand, and smashed to the opposite side. With a wave of his sleeves, he suppressed Li Yuanhao's offensive, and then raised his head, Li Yuanhao's unreasonable fist was smashed down with a fist.

Su Mingchuan bent his fingers and flicked on Li Yuanhao's fist, and a crisp sound of metal hitting the stone slab sounded, and a visible ripple of air rippled between the two.

Under repeated entanglements, Su Mingchuan was so angry that he needed to regain his breath, and the breath in Li Yuanhao's body had already reached the end of the mountain, forcibly twisted his body in the air, kicked Su Mingchuan's chest, and then used his strength to fight, like a green rainbow swept out of the city.

Su Mingchuan glanced down at the distinct footprints on his chest, and couldn't help but be slightly distracted, and shot repeatedly, just to kick such a kick?

Hong Xiguan smiled, the two of them now have no strength to fight again, Hong Xiguan has a sword in his heart, suppressing Su Mingchuan half a move, but his injury is not light, it is difficult to take the other party's life than to ascend to the sky, Su Mingchuan wants to go easily.

The Northern Wei Fist God looked at the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion with a slightly distracted appearance, and did not carry out a meaningless pursuit of victory, but smiled lightly: "Deputy Pavilion Master Su, Your Majesty is very cute, right?"

Su Mingchuan woke up suddenly, not knowing how to answer Hong Xiguan's question, and finally nodded, and simply spit out two words: "Indeed." ”

Hong Xiguan laughed, and turned his face to condense: "In this case, can Deputy Pavilion Master Su tell the true purpose of coming this time?"

Su Mingchuan smiled slightly: "There is no special purpose, it's just a temptation of the pavilion master, to try how the chosen son is." ”

"The Chosen Son? What do you mean by the Chosen Son?" Hong Xiguan's face was solemn, since Kong Weiting died in the Sage Academy, the heavenly burial has appeared in the world since the present, and there have been two heavenly burials, each time it seems to be inextricably linked with His Majesty, the first time on the grassland, His Majesty's life is in danger, there are heavenly people from the sky and degraded the encirclement, the second time the ancestor died of illness and returned to the sky, the twenty-four immortals appeared together, Huang Chunfeng fought the sky with a lifelong sword intent.

Su Mingchuan was silent, it was a tacit acquiescence, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky outside the city, where the Heavenly Son of the Northern Wei Dynasty had already rushed outside the city to fight with the Nine Swords.

"The pavilion master has said a lot of words, the floating light has mentioned the chosen son, the pavilion master said, the world does not matter the chosen son, more than ten years ago, the Southern Liang Emperor Chen Jingyan is the chosen son, more than ten years later, the Northern Wei Dynasty Son of Heaven is the chosen son, in fact, Chen Jingyan is still favored by God, but compared with the Northern Wei Dynasty Son of Heaven, it is slightly inferior, so among the two, the Northern Wei Dynasty Son of Heaven is closer to the Heavenly Dao, if the Heavenly Dao chooses between the two, the Pavilion Master can be sure that the Heavenly Dao will choose the Northern Wei Dynasty Son of Heaven. Su Mingchuan opened his mouth and said, and suddenly the words changed: "General Hong, if you are close to the way of heaven, will it be better?" Not necessarily, heaven and earth are not kind to all things as dogs, the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty is a variable, the way of heaven allows the Chosen Son of Heaven to deceive the world and destroy the world, so how should the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty do it? More than ten years ago, the pavilion master once opened his eyes to heaven and observed the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty up close, thinking that his character was cowardly, naturally weak, and could not become the climate, so he did not take it to heart. Many years later, your Emperor His Majesty grew up, and the pavilion master used great magical powers to observe the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and found that he was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and had a tough temperament. General Hong, looking at all the people in the world, and the pavilion master, the same people, counted carefully, only the wine sword immortal Huang Chunfeng alone, against the sky to fight the sky, smashing the so-called heavenly way on the top of his head, but Huang Chunfeng chose to face the heavenly way, and the pavilion master chose another method, taking the chosen son as a breakthrough, seeking great freedom. The pavilion master often said that it is admirable. ”

"What?"

Su Mingchuan opened his mouth and said: "I love the world, so ...... The emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty could not live. ”

Hong Xiguan squinted and frowned, and immediately had murderous intent: "Why did Deputy Pavilion Master Su say this to Hong?"

Su Mingchuan ignored Hong Xiguan's murderous intent: "These words were all relayed by the pavilion master Su to General Hong, General Hong did not regard Su's words as nonsense, but had murderous intentions, sure enough, what the pavilion master said was true, General Hong's cultivation is high, and he has touched that layer of imprisonment, and he knows a little truth." ”

There was an earth-shattering bang outside the city, and a net of heaven and earth composed of colorful sword qi fell from the sky, covering the outside of the snow surging city, and after a moment of silence, a vast and invincible sword qi broke through the sword qi net and reached the sky, and a broken sword flew in the air, suppressing the sword qi of the nine swords. The flying knives in the little eunuch Yu Qing's broken sleeve collided with each other, bursting out with brilliant knife light, like the sound of a drum bell.

"When the time comes, Su will say goodbye first!" Retracting his gaze, Su Mingchuan let out a soft roar and swept out of the city.

The nine swords retracted in unison, carrying the colorful clouds rolling like waves.

Li Yuanhao landed lightly, and the silver thread and the flying sword retracted their sleeves at the same time: "They left like this?"

The little eunuch was also a little uncertain, and looked at the Xichu Jiujian who was gradually moving away: "Probably gone." ”

Li Yuanhao scratched the back of his head: "The thunder is loud, the rain is small, there must be demons in the impermanence of the world, you need to be dilevated, you need to be careful." ”

After expressing their feelings, the two turned around and entered the city, and saw that Hong Xiguan was still standing in place, looking up at the sky, with sadness on his face.

Li Yuanhao stepped forward and patted Hong Xiguan on the shoulder: "Brother Hong, look at you like this, you look like you've been cooked?"

Hong Xiguan smiled slightly and asked, "Your Majesty, have you ever seen Zhuge Weime?"