Time passes, as if a century has passed!

After a long time, Tang Zongheng slowly closed his old and cloudy eyes and gasped!

But it was just a long sigh of difficulty, "That's it, that's it......"

On the wrinkled and pale face, there is too much sorrow than the sadness of the heart dying, too much unwilling hesitation and struggle, too much despair!

After a long time, but finally with the support of that subordinate, trembling and difficult, he walked towards Ye Qingqing not far away.

It took a full minute before he walked up to her, and with a trembling left hand, he pulled out a white ceramic medicine bottle from his bosom.

He bent his back, bent down and bowed, his voice was low and hoarse, "Miss Ye, this is the antidote!" For the offense and faux pas of the past few days, I apologize to you! ”

It wasn't until Ye Qingqing put away the medicine bottle that he slowly turned around again, and under the gaze of everyone, he dragged his heavy steps towards Zhao Xiaotian.

Stopped in front of him, his eyes cloudy and blank staring at this, the man who single-handedly directed the monstrous catastrophe of the Tang Gate, the Adam's apple agitated up and down.

His lips trembled, but after a while, he suddenly "poofed" and knelt on the ground.

With the only remaining left hand, he took out a jade scepter about thirty or forty centimeters in size, which was crystal clear and had a pale green body with exquisite workmanship, as well as a dragon-shaped jade seal the size of a teacup.

Raised above his head, a mournful scream, "Today, Tang Zongheng, the seventh generation head of the Tang Sect in South China, kneels down to worship the sky and the ancestral gods, and informs the Huaxia martial arts colleagues that because of the immorality of the leader, he is ashamed of the ancestors and gods, and he will hand over the position of head today!" ”

The voice was stunned, resounding in the sky, "This is the scepter and seal of the head of the family, from now on, kneel and ask Zhao Gongzi to take charge of the power of the Tang Sect, treat the Tang brothers well, and benefit the Huaxia Martial Arts!" ”

It's just that the words didn't fall, as if the mental power of the whole body was completely drained at this moment.

Sitting on the ground weakly, his eyes were glazed, and two cloudy old tears rolled out silently from the corners of his eyes!

So in an instant, there was silence all around!

Everyone present was completely stunned, and the group of elites under the Tang Sect looked at each other even more, and they couldn't hide their shocks and shocks!

What does this mean?

At this moment, the century-old Tang Sect, a huge martial arts sect that stands in the land of South China, has changed hands!

At this moment, this powerful overlord of the powerful martial arts in South China withdrew from the stage of history!

An era is over!

At this moment, Su Mingqing, who was silent next to him, was even more shocked!

At this moment, this tragic battle against the helmsman of the Tang Gate, this man has achieved the final victory!

It's hard to win, but it's thorough!

With the power of one person, he fought alone against the two great Flood Desolation Realm Grandmasters of the Tang Sect and won a complete victory! This man has become famous all over the world, and countless people can't look up to him!

Holding the power of the Tang Sect, this man has risen in the Huaxia martial arts and stepped on the pinnacle that he has never had in his life!

For ten seconds, how dare dozens of people hesitate? Qi Shushu knelt on the ground, his voice was deafening, "Meet the big boss!" ”

Zhao Xiaotian still stood with his hands in his hands, coldly looking at the dozens of people kneeling on the ground in front of him!

It took ten seconds before he finally took out a white handkerchief from his arms, unhurriedly wiped away the dried blood stains of the "Hades Blade" in his hand, and put it in his arms!

The condensation and murderous intent on his face just now finally gradually dissipated, and in exchange for it, there was a calm silence.

Bending down, from the hands of Tang Zongheng in front of him, he took the scepter and seal that symbolized the supreme power of this huge martial arts sect.

One word at a time, "Pass the big boss's order!" First, from then on, Tangmen was renamed Xiaotianmen! Second, Tang Qingge served as the acting head, replacing me Zhao Xiaotian, and was in charge of all the affairs of Xiaotianmen! Third, Tang Zongheng and Tang Mangong, who are old and in poor health, are relieved of all their positions, take care of their lives, and are no longer allowed to participate in all the affairs of Xiaotianmen! ”

……

The small Tianmen is the back of the rudder.

In the dense and dim night of the evening, above the towering trees, the ethereal and calm and cold woman who is close to the demon is still floating in the eight winds!

In his hand, the short sword tattooed with cherry blossoms in full bloom was still permeated with hellish cold in the cold wind, and let out bursts of pleasant whispers!

The black veil, only a pair of beautiful eyes exposed, looking at the empty point field halfway up the mountain in the distance, staring at the man standing with his hands in his hands!

At this time, the murderous intent in his eyes finally gradually dissipated.

Unconsciously, a piece of warmth and softness, eyes flowing, Chu Chu moving!

A slender jade hand caressed the position of the lower abdomen, "Child, do you see it?" ”

"Your father has killed the world in all directions, has been proud of the heroes and fearless, and has risen in the Chinese martial arts to look up to the common people!"

"I believe in you, and I will be proud of him......"

"Ding!" The dagger shot up and plunged into the scabbard of the back without crooking or slanting!

Turned, silently, and flew away into the distance.

……

Northern. Capital.

The biting cold wind, mixed with goose feathers and heavy snow, the earth is covered in silver!

On the outskirts, a luxury villa built like a giant manor, above the majestic gate, a huge pure pear blossom wood plaque, the word "Zhao Mansion", the dragon flying and the phoenix dance are vibrant!

In one of the main buildings, in a quaint study room with seventy or eighty square meters on the fourth floor, behind the quaint table of eight immortals, on the quaint bamboo and rattan chair, sat a middle-aged man in his fifties!

Dark blue tunic, cyan handmade mille-feuille shoes, a very old-fashioned mustache on the chin, and a bronze dry tobacco bag in his hand that is not known how many years old!

There was no reading and writing, no overtime work, so the old monk sat still, smoking the dry tobacco bag one after another!

On the face that does not smile, there is a calm and calm calm!

It's just that the left eyelid is beating violently suddenly, and the eyes are blazing, but they are already full of bloodshots, and the right hand holding the dry tobacco pouch is a little trembling.

He's been sitting here, motionless, for four hours! The study was surprisingly quiet, without the slightest hint of life.

"Squeak......" At this moment, the door was pushed open.

From outside, a man in his forties, dressed in ordinary clothes, strode in.

Bending down and saluting, his voice trembling and excited to be incoherent, "It's over, sir, it's all over......"

"According to the news from the 'Green Wolf', the young master alone fought against Tang Zongheng and Tang Manbow! Ten minutes ago, Tang Zongheng and Tang Mangong failed miserably, and their martial arts were abolished! The Tang Gate changed hands, changed its name to Xiaotianmen, and the young master took charge of the power! ”

"Bang......" The middle-aged man's body trembled, and the dry tobacco pouch in his hand fell to the ground!

His lips kept squirming, and he finally reached out and rubbed his reddened and tired eyes, and the dense clouds in his eyes finally dissipated.

On the old-fashioned and serious face, there was a faint smile, like melting ice.

(End of chapter)