Xu Yongzheng knows one thing, if he really has the attitude of seeking advice, I am afraid that he will be defeated in an instant, and he will lose very badly.

Because Emperor Qin really makes a sword.

The slender hand was more steady than before.

The two swords collided, and only sparks were seen, and no sound began to flow out. The scene gradually brightened and became extraordinarily quiet. But after two or three breaths, there was finally a sound in the room. The sound of the iron and stone crashing was endless.

Xu Yongzheng's face was ruddy, and Emperor Qin waved his sword expressionlessly.

For a moment, the winner seemed inseparable.

However, people seem to have begun to anticipate Xu's fiasco.

However, Xu Yongzheng did not plan to give up, nor did he plan to stop.

He didn't have the heart to think about it, he raised his sword above his head, and his toes touched the ground one after another, like a big bird flying away. Emperor Qin didn't intend to entangle, he swung his sword on his chest, the cold wind suddenly rose, and an almost substantial sword aura rose again, much more than just now.

Xu Yongzheng's sword encountered the sword qi, and under the resistance, the wave of qi set off by the sword qi forced Xu Yongzheng to retreat.

Xu Yongzheng knew that there were not many opportunities, and the mist rolled up by this wave of air was his best chance.

His sword had already emitted thousands of river interception artistic conceptions, so he subconsciously used it at this moment.

He swung his greatsword resolutely, slashing left and right in the air. The two intersecting strokes are connected with their respective centers, and once they intersect, they are the artistic conception of communication. Finally, in the air, there was a sharp cutting intent under his sword, which was a hundred times sharper than the blunt giant sword, as if it was going to pierce through the fog and pierce the confusion in front of him. There seemed to be a river behind him, and the water was so turbulent that it had flowed for many miles, and it had come to the cliff. The river was supposed to go on, but it was blocked by a boulder in front of him.

So what he's doing now is dredging the river so that it can flow into the sea unimpeded.

The river is open, the river is in full swing, and Xu Yongzheng's artistic conception of intercepting the river is finally used.

After this, he doesn't plan to stop. His momentum changed suddenly, and the giant sword seemed to have turned into a shovel, and it seemed to be unruly in the air, but it had already danced dozens of times.

The second artistic conception finally appeared.

Those dozens of strokes are like a schoolboy who is constantly imitating is looking for the mystery of writing, and Xu Yongzheng is looking for the artistic conception of subduing Liang Xiong that day, Zheyue.

In ancient times, there were giants, whose bodies were as high as the sky, and whose strength was immeasurable. The arm is waved to break the mountain, and the mountain is broken at the waist, and its marks are like mirrors. The giant senses, knows its sharpness, feels its momentum, weighs it with his hands, and caresses it. The arms are like soldiers, like knives and swords, and then there are the first generation of soldiers, which are extremely sharp.

With the momentum of the sword, the mountain is broken.

There seems to be a big mountain behind Xu Yongzheng, which is dozens of feet high. Xu Yongzheng's expression was serious, and the giant sword in his hand had a snowy silver light flashing, and under the edge, in a trance, a light flashed like lightning. The heavens and the earth are silent, although the mountain is dozens of feet high, as if it was picked up by someone's waist, and then smashed down like a smash, the mountain is bare, and there is no vegetation. Each stone is of a different size and shape.

This is less powerful than the last time, but this is the limit of Xu Yongzheng's ability to exert himself without borrowing foreign objects, which is of great significance.

No matter how majestic Xu Yongzheng is, in his opinion, these are far from enough.

The guqin finally hung in front of him, his hand plucked on the qin, and finally the four strings merged into a sound, this sound broke through the river, interrupted the two artistic conceptions of Zheyue, and then cut Xu Yongzheng like a jade silk.

Xu Yongzheng had no way to retreat, the tip of the sword pointed in the air, then led from the air to the ground, and finally swung into the air. It's a cycle.

This is his half-formed artistic conception, which was used in the fragmentary scroll of the same day and the Fa, and he doesn't know if it is useful at the moment, so he used it like this. As for the name, he didn't even come up with it.

"What the hell is going on inside the fog?"

"Why is there no sound at all?"

Only then did Xu Yongzheng realize that the voice was condensed and was only aimed at him alone.

In fact, this is also Emperor Qin's trick, and Dafanzhiyin is silent.

So there was no sound coming out of the fog, not even a little bit of information coming out of it, except for a little light.

When the dense fog dispersed, Xu Yongzheng held the sword in both hands and retreated for more than a foot before stabilizing his figure. Even if he made three moves in one, he barely took one of Emperor Qin's moves. There was no trace of the boulder being smashed on the ground, and as for whether his last trick was useful, it was completely over. There is always a price to pay for asking Emperor Yu Qin for advice. He was half-kneeling, bloodshot from the corners of his mouth and two scratches on his cheeks. This looked a little miserable, and he could only smile bitterly: "Thank you Emperor Qin for your mercy." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and spat out two mouthfuls of scarlet blood in succession, and his eyebrows finally changed from tight to stretched.

Emperor Qin looked at the footprints that had taken a step forward, and withdrew the guqin and sword. With another "Cheng" sound, he walked lightly and walked towards the outside of the hall.

No one will come up to ask for advice, which means that the Zhu family also agrees with this result.

However, the other characters at the top of the greedy word refused to give up. Before Emperor Qin walked out of the main hall, someone loudly proposed: "The heaven-shattering sword, the virtuous live in it." Let's go together. ”

"Yes, what if he is the Emperor of Qin?"

"Exactly, with so many of our heroes attacking us, there is no way he will be able to wipe us out. ”

"As a swordsman, I am ready to be a sword for the rest of my life, and now that the sword god is relic, how can I sit idly by. ”

One person is brave, two people follow, three people are many, people's hearts are different, and the purpose is not all the same, but everyone finally reached an agreement at this moment. Someone called, someone responded, and those people were either for fame and fortune, or for the sword gods, or because they had some skills, they all showed their blades in their hands and chased after the Qin Emperor who was dressed in pink clothes and escaped.

The old lady of the Zhu family still didn't say anything.

Li Yuyu grabbed Du Xiya with one hand, and stopped Du Xibi with a fierce look, he had the obligation to protect the safety of his junior and disciples.

There are also some lucky or timid people who remain in the main hall, and they all choose to wait and see.

However, after four or five breaths, Emperor Qin quickly gave an answer. The earth-shattering cries and roars coming from outside the hall quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the main hall.

When everyone left the temple, the first thing that caught their eyes was blood all over the ground.

The knights who fell in pools of blood were quite miserable, and their fate was not the same. If you are lucky, you will die simply, that is, your head will be cut off by a sharp blade, and if you are lucky, you will break your hands and feet, and your body will be completely crippled, but fortunately, your life is worry-free. There are also some of the most unlucky, they were seriously injured and did not die, but were cut off by the waist of Emperor Qin, watching the lower half of their bodies that were still one with them a few breaths ago say goodbye to themselves forever, they were hurting, they chose to wail, these wails and the cries of those who broke their hands and feet formed another miserable music.

So the pool of blood is not full of blood, there are some people's brains, and what is even more terrifying, there are also people's fingers, arms, feet, legs, and some people's internal organs. This blood is more like a base in a hot pot, boiling these greedy knights and making them suffer a lot.

Seeing this scene of the audio-visual feast, many viewers were pale and had a slightly worse mental strength, such as Du Xibi , Wang Xiaojuan and other sword curtain disciples, poured out a burst of sour water in their stomachs, and then spit it out with a wow. Those who are a little stronger are also trying their best to endure it, and then look at the initiator in the distance, trying to distract themselves.

This scene is clearly a purgatory on earth, with blood mixed with hands, feet, heads, brains, and marrows, devouring those who are half dead, completely losing their minds, and making the Zhu family in the spring breeze even more bloody and disgusting.

It turned out that the rumor was true.

Maybe the three people who asked the sword just now didn't pay the price, giving everyone an illusion. That is, Emperor Qin has also changed over the years, and he has also become soft-hearted. And the smell of blood brought by the spring breeze at this moment, the scene they saw, and the incomparably miserable wails they heard, slapped those people's faces hard, and also made the best and best interpretation of Emperor Qin's temperament.

Emperor Qin, thirsty for killing!

The old lady was extremely capable in some aspects, and gave birth to four sons in a row, but never a daughter. And the fourth young master Zhu is naturally the fourth in the Zhu family, as the youngest son of the old lady. He doesn't like to read on weekdays, and he is even more arrogant, relying on the favor of the old lady, and he has only been crowned for a few years, and he already has seven or eight concubines. He looked plump compared to his two elder brothers, but he was not as plump as the third young master. Being fat doesn't necessarily mean having a wide heart. Of the four brothers, he was the youngest. Seeing Third Young Master Zhu use the earth-shattering sword to raise his might before, he was unwilling. So he expressed his extreme dissatisfaction. "It's good, the limelight is out of the limelight alone. When his third brother was beaten far away, he also knew the heartache. In the words of the old lady a few years ago, he, Fourth Young Master Zhu, was completely a child who had not grown up. Even children will be a little willful. On the day of my father's birthday feast, people kept coming to the door. It's not a birthday celebration, but it's to ask for something. What's even more hateful is that that person not only killed his own family's Jingwei crossbow team, but also completely disturbed the face of the Zhu family.

His kung fu is not outstanding, and he is only a registered disciple in the Tang Sect, but because of his good family background, his life in the Tang Sect is also nourishing, and he is quite respected by them.

So, he was a child a few years ago, and now he is still a child, what should he do if he wants to save face at this time?

The glittering Soul Slayer in his hand was the answer. Just like a child threatening an adult, he will come up with a powerful cannonball, not to mention that nowadays, this cannonball has the ability to kill many masters. The whole body of the Soul Slayer is russet, and when you look at it, you want to be rusty. It is made of deep-sea iron. It has a glorious history. Twenty years ago, it was used as a secret weapon that frightened countless people in the rivers and lakes. It's just that for some reason, the Tang Sect had to choose to refrigerate it and seal it as the top secret of the Tang Sect. Although the owner of the door told him repeatedly that this thing should not be shown, otherwise there would be trouble. Although he nodded yes with a child's heart, he never took it to heart, after all, no matter how big the trouble is, it is not a big deal for this darling of the Zhu family.

The soul-killing feather and the wind fused together, and it seemed to hide traces in the sunlight, and flew towards the back of Emperor Qin.

"Be careful. Xu Yongzheng couldn't help but say loudly.

There were also some voices in the crowd, but none of them were as noticeable as Xu Yongzheng's kind reminder to Emperor Qin.

Emperor Qin was in the square, although his body was facing away from everyone, he did not look back. With just three fingers of his right hand twisted in the air, he not only changed the direction of the Soul Slayer Ling, but also easily clamped this slender hidden weapon.

Many people don't believe it, but he is more familiar with this hidden weapon than many people in the Tang Sect who produced it, and the feathers at the tail spread out like feathers, emitting a shining green light. It's still so annoying and hateful, that people can't help but want to have the urge to destroy the Tang Sect.

He scrutinized it.

He bowed his head and said nothing.

He turned. Xu Yongzheng felt that anger should never appear on that face. However, there was clearly an unquenchable anger on that face that was bearish on everything. The boredom between his brows suddenly turned to coldness, and the murderous aura was revealed, so that the spring flowers did not dare to bloom in front of him.

"This secret weapon should not exist in the world. Emperor Qin said ruthlessly.