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Li Qinglian and Tang Ling.

In previous years, there was an unwritten convention in the Heroes Club, and the two must not compete for the top two sides before they could face each other, for no other reason than because they were too strong.

Tang Ling has been on the throne for three consecutive years.

Li Qinglian has been ranked second for three consecutive years.

But this year, this battle, which should have been left in the last spotlight, appeared in the rematch.

This means that there is a genius whose strength could have been in the top two, and it will stop there.

But neither Li Qinglian nor Tang Ling cared about this issue.

It's been a busy year, just for tonight's vigorous battle.

This year, I don't know what level of strength you have reached?

Li Qinglian calmly looked at the Tang Tomb dressed in white like snow on the opposite side, and the calm in her eyes as deep as the sea burned into a raging battle intent.

Tang Ling smiled, stood with his hands in his hands, his bright and clear eyes had the breath of the moonlight wind, and the green steel sword hanging from his waist swayed slightly like a straight green rainbow, and in an instant, countless fierce sword winds were born in heaven and earth, brushing the green silk like willows in his ears.

Tang Ling looked at Li Qinglian and suddenly said, "You don't have a sword." ”

Li Qinglian's face was still calm, he turned around slowly, looking at the lights of a star like a long dragon with a shadow outside the hall, his eyes slightly closed.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a rainbow light flashed in his eyes that were as dark as night, and in an instant, he was as sharp as a sword.

The gaze of the swordsman in Tsing Yi passed through the mighty wind and the bright starry dome, and saw the boundless vast mountains and rivers, and finally fell on the countless distant mountains on the other side and the sparkling water of the great river that separated the north and the south.

"My sword, over there." Li Qinglian said with a smile.

On the other side, there is the southern country.

There are lilac girls walking leisurely through the rain alleys with oil-paper umbrellas in the south, boundless rain like smoke, peacocks flying southeast and the vast blue lake.

There is also a steep mountain, rising from the ground like a sword, and the peak is the tip of the sword, piercing the sky.

The stakes are high! The mountain road is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the sky!

This sword-like mountain is called Sword Peak.

There are swords in the sword peak, there are countless swords, the sword light is like a rainbow, and the light is cold in the fourteen states.

Jian Peak is thousands of miles away from here.

Li Qinglian doesn't care about distance, because his life is only about swords and distance.

Li Qinglian let out a low snort, turned her right palm towards the outside of the hall, slowly bent her fingers, and finally made a fist!

"Sword!"

Like spring thunder, like thunder, like thunder, more like a sword out of the sheath and roaring, a word straight to the sky!

In the distance, it was as black as thick ink, black clouds pressed the city, and the wind was coming.

The clouds are rolling, the sky and the earth are dark, the wind and rain are coming.

The wind is as fierce as a hurricane sword wind, like a storm that sweeps the heavens and the earth in the depths of the South China Sea.

The rain is a majestic sword rain, like the magnificent rain that pours down in summer.

The night is an endless black curtain, like there are countless swords, connected to form a huge dragon, obscuring the light of the sky.

From the Southern Regions Sword Peak in the distance, countless sonorous and powerful crisp sword sounds sounded, flying thousands of miles across the river!

On this night, the swords of all the disciples of the Southern Regions Sword Peak hummed, and they were automatically unsheathed together, and the iron sword slashed the peach blossoms of the starlight and moon, and cut off the mountains and mountains, and cut off the mountains of countless distant mountains, and finally ten thousand swords returned to one, and the sword roared vigorously and long, shaking the heavens and the earth, condensing into a giant sword that covered the sky and the sun, and the rolling river surging and surging set off monstrous waves, and the sword light was like a rainbow, flying towards the emperor!

A sword comes from afar!

Heaven and earth are dark!

Li Qinglian let out a long laugh, turned around slowly, put her hands behind her back, and her face was sharp, wanton, arrogant and domineering!

The emperor's face changed in shock, and he shouted angrily: "You dare! ”

Li Qinglian laughed loudly: "How dare I! ”

The giant sword turned into a blue-gray streamer, came from the sky, and finally entered the Jinluan Palace, and slashed towards Tang Ling quickly!

When the sword entered the temple, the pear blossoms outside the hall were full of trees as white as snow, all of which fell to the ground, with a faint fragrance, and then were chopped into chips by the silent sword qi, and finally decayed into the ground.

The ground is full of pear blossoms, like snow.

Suddenly, like a night of winter wind, thousands of trees and pear blossoms fell.

That night, Li Qinglian was under the ancient pine, and what she realized was the way of death that was extinguished, and when the natural sword came out, everything decayed.

But this sword of ten thousand miles does not just contain the annihilation and death qi that destroys the world and destroys the earth.

There is also endless domineering and fury in the sword.

is so domineering that it seems to be about to cut this day in two with a sword and smash the clouds.

Sky Slashing Sword.

Regarded as a ferocious sword peak forbidden sword.

Because the heavens are the sons of heaven.

To cut the sky is to kill the luck of the Son of Heaven and the Great Zhou Guozuo.

Of course, the Son of Heaven hopes that the Great Zhou Dynasty can prosper for a long time, and the national throne will continue from generation to generation, enjoy the emperor's throne forever, and master the picturesque country.

This sword that slashes the sky, it is said that it was originally a sword technique created by a rebellious peerless powerhouse who was unfair, and the power is endless, and later this sword method was obtained by the head of the sword peak at that time, and it evolved into a sword technique, sealed in a top secret place, which is a taboo in the sect, and I don't know how Li Qinglian practiced.

The annihilation of the Silence and Domineering Death Qi is matched with the furious and unjust furious sword technique, coupled with the return of ten thousand swords to one, this sword, even the saint needs to exert half of his strength to resist.

But the power is strong, and there will be more natural damage to the country, and the luck of the Son of Heaven is the dragon luck of the country, and the damage to the country is equivalent to the loss of the emperor's dragon luck, how could the emperor let this sword be released?

Just when everyone thought that the emperor would wave the sleeves of his robe and dissipate this domineering sword, the emperor sighed, and the hand he had just raised hung down, and Lin Ce beside him was shocked, and said in his heart, Does Your Majesty really want to let this sword be released to the fullest to destroy the country?

The emperor said calmly: "The sword that is seen once in a hundred years, it is really a pity not to look at it, so what if this sword damages my national Zuo Dragon Fortune for ten years?" ”

Tang Ling looked at the sword that was breaking through the air towards him, his expression was light, but his eyes were full of solemnity.

He shouted angrily, his hands were sealed, and on the palm of his hand, a golden seal engraved with brilliant gold characters flashed in an instant, spreading the holy light of ten thousand holy and solemn, not like a thing of red dust.

The gold seal on the golden words flashed, dazzling like a big sunset in the world, under the reflection of the divine light, Tang Ling is like the ancient gods above the nine heavens, handsome and dignified.

The twelfth on the treasure list, the Vajra Lotus Seal!

Lotus is born in King Kong, soft to tender in the most rigid to fierce, soft to overcome rigidity, quiet to brake!

The golden seal hummed, and the fierce and righteous flames formed a golden lotus flower in the air, swirling around the golden seal, and then slammed towards the sword!

The sound of the impact was like the thunder of a waterfall, the sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the extremely silent hall shook violently as if frightened, and the golden seal was full of cracks in an instant, shattered into streamers, and finally disappeared into the sky!

That sword was still slashing straight and violently towards the Tang Ling below, and the blade was as sharp as ever!

Tang Ling's face was pale, a bloodshot overflowed from his lips, his internal organs were shaking, the five-foot green steel sword on his waist broke out of the sheath, the temperature between heaven and earth rose suddenly, and the sword body burned red, it was the burning sword, but in terms of power, it was much greater than Fang Cai Su Yan!

Li Qinglian frowned slightly, looked at the sword that Su Yan had just boiled his own sword sea, and said coldly: "It's not interesting, it's still this sword, there's nothing new." ”

Two domineering swords collided in midair.

The smoke and dust are magnificent, the rainbow-like sword light is charming, and the ground of mutton fat and jade is cracked into a huge spider web that spreads in all directions, as deep as an abyss!

It's just a sword intersecting, and it's so powerful!

Su Yan was speechless, and his heart was terrifying.

Breathe in the bowels!

Li Qinglian's sword is still as powerful as the two-sleeved sword that defeated Su Yan just now.

Tang Ling's sword is even stronger than the burning sword that Su Yan boiled the sea of swords.

The battle between the two is wonderful.

Although Li Qinglian and Su Yanyi's strategy has been consumed, it is enough time for him to return to his peak state, and in the battle between the two, there is no difference between strength and weakness, and the victory or defeat is extremely fair.

The smoke and dust dispersed.

Tang Ling was directly shaken away, blood was like a gushing spring, fainted unconscious, and the placket of his white clothes was shattered, and his injuries were extremely serious.

Looking at this scene, Tang Di did not hesitate, and immediately rushed forward to support him, tears came out of his eyes in an instant, and carefully helped Tang Ling out of the hall, glaring at Li Qinglian fiercely, his eyes were like a sword.

Li Qinglian's eyes were indifferent and lofty, her face was like gold paper, and she squirted three mouthfuls of essence blood with a "poof", holding the golden dragon pillar, and forcibly pressed the violent qi in her body.

The emperor on the throne felt that his luck was gone, and he was not angry, but clapped his hands and smiled: "What a battle!" What a sword! ”

Li Qinglian pressed her chest, swallowed the mouthful of blood that surged up from her throat, and said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I give up and retire." ”

Hearing this, the audience was stunned and speechless, Li Qinglian actually gave up the qualification for the finals and retired first?

Suddenly, someone looked at Li Qinglian, who was walking with difficulty on the pillar, and exclaimed.

Su Yan looked at Li Qinglian, just as shocked.

Li Qinglian's hair is like ink and green silk, and I don't know when, it has become snow.

Everyone in the world knows that the sword of slashing the sky is out of the luck of the country, and who knows that this sword is out of the swordsman's luck, and the consumption is even greater.

A slap of ten thousand swords into one, it will consume a lot of divine thoughts, and under the overdraft on both sides, the qi is seriously damaged, and it is natural to turn white in an instant.

A head of white hair, like dyed frost.

The emperor looked at Li Qinglian, whose white hair was like snow, and sighed leisurely: "Is it worth it?" ”

Li Qinglian said categorically: "It's worth it!" ”

The emperor sighed: "Repentance? ”

Li Qinglian let out a long laugh, there was no sorrow and regret in the laughter, only endless domineering and indulgence.

"In my Li Qinglian's dictionary, I have never regretted the word, and I don't know what regret is!"

When the words fell, Li Qinglian laughed wildly, wearing a green shirt, full of romance, her white hair was blown up by the breeze, flying in the air, wanton like him.

The white hair was as white as frost and snow.

Pear blossom-like white.

Sword-like white.

……

……

In the sixteenth year of Zhaoming in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a swordsman in a green shirt with a sword.

A sword.

Bald.

No regrets.