The crimson blood formed an arc and fell down.

Haoyunzheng's figure, like catkins, flew upside down for dozens of feet.

Rolled over and landed, kneeling on one knee, supporting himself with his hands, his head bowed, and his eyes still closed.

Suddenly, his head slowly lifted and his pupils slowly opened.

In both eyes, the whites of the eyes have turned purple, or more appropriately, purple-gold. At this moment, the eyes turned pale blue. Like the blue sky. Faintly, I saw a dragon roaring in my eyes.

Canglong, take the word Cang, just like the sky. Its reverence, no longer succumbing to the sky, is bound to be the sky, called the dragon.

In the body, the dragon's blood roared in silence, and although it was silent, it was better than sound. As long as there is a heart, you will feel the will like the sky in the depths of your soul.

His body seemed to be fading.

The edge hidden in the body seems to be gradually revealed. The buried light seems to be gradually awakening.

His body began to dissipate, and eventually, only one sword was left in place.

This is an extremely noble sword, engraved with the word Shang Fang. The body of the sword has a dragon pattern, and the hilt is like the head of a dragon.

"Groaning ......"

The sword was trembling, not of fear, but of excitement, of longing.

In the trembling, there were bursts of sword groans, like dragons roaring and tiger roars, pointing directly at people's hearts and shocking people's souls.

Qiu Yue, Mu Yuehua, and the three daughters of Aomei, who were watching not far away, were already shocked. In their eyes, it seemed that they saw the emperor on the Nine Heavens Dragon Throne, who had closed his eyes for thousands of years, slowly opening his eyes. The light of the eyes is like electricity, like the light of a sword. The edge that has been hidden for thousands of years has finally bloomed.

"It's ...... Innate sword body ......?" Yu Botong put down the wine gourd in his hand, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"The piano is in my heart, and the sword is in my soul. The heart of the piano is sword-spirited, and I want to try to be higher than the sky......"

There was no sound between heaven and earth. However, in the depths of everyone's souls, this crisp voice suddenly came. Elegant, but domineering.

The piano is in my heart, like a humble gentleman, playing music, humble and elegant.

The sword is in my soul, like a pearl of dust, the light hidden in the scabbard.

At this moment, hearing this voice, in the hearts of everyone, they all thought of the same idiom, Haoyun Zheng's elegant and calm heart when he stroked the qin, and when he turned into a sword, he had the courage to try to compete with the sky, just like the emperor who sat high for nine days, once he was born, the world was in my hands.

"Bad ......"

Yu Botong exclaimed, and said in his heart: "With his current strength, if he wants to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth, there is no life or death!"

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the long sword stuck in the ground trembling and rising into the sky.

A sword light shot straight into the sky and poured into the nine heavens.

"Boom ......"

The thunder roared, and in the sword light, the dragon roared, and the soul of a dragon emerged.

The sky was dark, and it darkened in an instant. The purple microstar seems to have shaken off the entanglement of Tianfu Star and shined.

At this moment, the seven stars surrounding the Ziwei Star were instantly dimmed, and they could no longer absorb the Qi of Ziwei.

In Fenglai Palace, on a platform, Emperor Qingxue's face suddenly changed. Looking up at the void, he seemed to see through the heavens and the earth, and saw the purple microstar above the ten thousand stars.

At this moment, Purple Microstar and Draco seem to be about to merge. But faintly, there seems to be an unbridgeable gap between the two.

The unbridgeable chasm seems to be a moat, transformed by the heavens, and cannot be crossed. But even so, as the soul of the Seven Stars, she has been eclipsed under this momentum.

At the same time, on the land of Tianyuan. An elegant building, but like a thousand rivers returning to the stream, the building is high into the sky, and the clouds are level.

A man stood on this floor, looking at a huge mountain wall opposite. It was engraved with a sword, and next to the building where he was standing, it was written that this was a man, a man in a black robe and with his hands behind his back, like a great abyss.

His eyes were like lightning, his black hair was like clouds, and the first impression he gave people was that he was the sky and he was the king.

On the knife-like face, there is a faint coercion.

He looked up at the sky, and in the light of daylight, as if through the clouds, he saw the darkness behind the light.

In the depths of that darkness are endless stars, among them, the purple microstar gathers the light of the endless crape myrtle, making the seven stars dim.

"San Lang, San Lang, if you want to compete with the sky, are you too anxious?" the man said softly.

Behind the man, a woman in a fiery red veil stepped forward and chuckled, "Brother Ye, are you talking about your third brother?"

The man slowly turned his head, looked at the woman, and said with a smile: "Jiuhuang, what do you want to learn today?"

This woman is none other than Jiuhuang.

But at this time, Jiuhuang's complexion had changed greatly. Faintly, it seems to have a delicate color. However, it also has a kind of graceful nobility, like the darling of heaven and earth. As long as she fades away from that savage, she can become a generation of saints.

"Hehe, Brother Ye, today, I want to learn the flute, how about it?" Jiuhuang's voice was extremely crisp, although the light veil covered his face, it still gave people a feeling of amazing talent.

The man nodded slightly and said, "You go down and prepare!"

Jiuhuang bent his knees slightly, saluted and left.

After Jiuhuang left, the man looked at the sky again and whispered: "San Lang, San Lang, you and I are brothers, the only thing I can do for you is to wash away the cause and effect between you and her, the dusty memory." She is no longer her, no longer the legendary nine-colored phoenix girl, just a simple nine-phoenix. In the future, no matter what happens, I will be worthy of you!"

With that, he turned and left.

Similarly, at this moment, in the East China Sea, the Western Regions, the Southern Frontier, the Northern Desert, and Zhongzhou, five people and five pairs of eyes were also looking at the void at the same time.

Their complexions all changed slightly, some showed hideous colors, some showed precious colors, some showed pity colors, and some showed angry colors.

All kinds of looks, and so on.

Don't talk about these people. Let's just say that in the Baicao Hall, Yu Botong saw the sword light soaring into the sky, his body flickered, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

The sky was gradually darkening, the dark clouds covered the top, and the entire apricot forest land was completely shrouded in it. So that except for those who have cultivated to the highest level, they can hardly see the starry sky that was exposed just now.

"Kid...... Control ...... Don't let the law affect your state of mind......"

Yu Botong's voice instantly penetrated the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, the sword body transformed by Hao Yunzheng also trembled suddenly, and Mo Lao's voice sounded in his heart.

"Little one, be careful, don't let the law affect your mood......"

The sword light that rushed into the sky stayed in place for an instant, as if it was constantly trembling and struggling.

Suddenly, the sword turned into the body of Haoyun Zheng, with long hair and a shawl, like a god and demon about to rise into the sky. But then, it turned into a long sword.

The long sword vibrated and turned into the body of Haoyun Zheng.

In between, there seems to be a constant struggle.

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(Tianjin)