On schedule?!

The big eunuch looked shocked, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and he looked at Ye Changsheng carefully.

When Ye Changsheng entered the city, Lu Zixin, the head of Wenshan Academy, had already entered the palace in person and explained everything to His Majesty.

And the several secret agents who came to report later, as well as the information of all parties, also confirmed that Lu Zixin did not lie at all.

All the truth was revealed, and the shock and anger in King Zuo Yuanyi's heart can be imagined.

Zuo Yuen Long designed to besiege Ye Changsheng, which Zuo Yuanyi absolutely could not tolerate.

Zuo Yuen Long even wanted to kill the chief of the academy, and he was simply mad.

Zuo Yuen Long secretly offered the Demon Gate to worship, which was even more disagreeable in the world.

If it weren't for this, how could Zuo Yuanyi allow Ye Changsheng to carry the sword all the way, take the Beihai Palace, and kill the Beihai King Zuo Yuanlong?

Zuo Yuen Long died innocently, and his death in the hands of Ye Changsheng can be regarded as karma.

Although Ye Changsheng shot Zuo Yuen Long, it was all because of his momentum that he had been able to support it until now.

Ye Changsheng's injuries were so serious, and he was also crumbling at the moment, did he still have the strength to deal with another fierce battle?

Chen Qian expressed strong doubts about this.

In fact, Chen Qian still can't figure out how Ye Changsheng escaped the siege of twelve top killers and survived until Lu Zixin arrived?

Ye Changsheng was able to survive, and the twelve top murderers were all dead now, which was simply a miracle.

After the battle of the strong was over, Ye Changsheng would also encircle and suppress his more than 300 warriors and disciples of the Iron Sword Sect of the Beihai Palace, and slaughter them all.

And just now, right under his nose, Ye Changsheng fought all the way into the palace, almost killing the eleven guards of the palace in a defeat-losing way.

Now that Zuo Yuen Long is dead, the momentum that supported Ye Changsheng has also been discharged, and he has run out of oil and dried up.

At least in Chen Qian's opinion, Ye Changsheng's injury is afraid that he will not be able to recover for a year and a half.

How sure is Ye Changsheng that he will be able to deal with one of the eight King Kongs of Huoyun Temple in tomorrow's duel, and cultivate to a mid-level Meng Mastiff in the Supreme Realm?

Could it be that Ye Changsheng is a young man and has a grudge against His Majesty, so he is talking angrily?

Chen Qian calmed down, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said gently: "Ye Changsheng, this time Zuo Yuenlong attacked you, which was not expected by everyone, King Tuo Fa and Meng Mastiff King Kong are not unreasonable people, as long as His Majesty proposes an extension, they will not sell this face." ”

Ye Changsheng bowed slightly: "Thank you Gonggong Chen, please tell Your Majesty that Changsheng has plans for immortality, and the duel tomorrow will be as scheduled." ”

Chen Qian saw that Ye Changsheng had already made up his mind, and he didn't want to say anything, so he had to nod depressedly.

The palace is not a place to stay for a long time, in the alley at the back door, there is already a carriage parked there, waiting for Ye Changsheng.

"Childe!"

Seeing Ye Changsheng walking out, Wang Dazhui and the two major worshippers hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Sledgehammer's eyes were red, looking at the ghost-like Ye Changsheng, he knelt on the ground with a puff, and cried: "Childe, it's useless to have a sledgehammer, it's all because Sledgehammer didn't accompany you." ”

When he knelt, Qiu Tianzuo and Qiu Tianyou were also ashamed, and they were about to kneel down to ask for guilt, but they were stopped by Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng was about to say something, when his face suddenly turned pale, his feet were floating, his sledgehammer eyes were quick, and he hurriedly got up and pushed through the wheelchair, allowing Ye Changsheng to sit down.

Ye Changsheng leaned on the back of the chair, his expression was sleepy, and he said hoarsely: "This is not the place to talk, go back and talk about it." ”

Suddenly, he turned his wheelchair and saw the mastiff striding forward.

The mastiff stood as tall as a mountain, and under the two thick eyebrows, his knife-like gaze was nailed to Ye Changsheng's body.

For a moment, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Ye Changsheng, what is the purpose of tomorrow's showdown, you and I both know it, don't be delusional, I will keep my hand!"

With that, the mastiff turned and strode away.

Changsheng watched the mastiff's back disappear, activated the mechanism of the handrail, and the wheelchair slowly flew up from the ground, entered the spacious carriage, and landed steadily.

The sledgehammer and the two major worshippers also hurried back to the carriage and drove the carriage towards the outside of the alley.

The most elite royal guards from the Cloud Dragon Palace, the tide generally surged from all directions, surrounding the palace inside and outside the palace.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the departing carriage, as if the carriage passing by them did not exist at all.

In the carriage, Ye Changsheng closed his eyes tightly, and the thousand-year-old blood ginseng he swallowed had an effect, and his face returned to a touch of ruddy.

Although he had long known that he would inevitably become a samurai, Changsheng did not expect it to come so soon.

After a few days of escape and fighting, the violent factor in his heart was completely awakened, and his dark attributes were completely activated.

Although the escape was miserable, it also brought irresistible excitement and tension, as well as a hint of excitement.

Every struggle on the edge of life and death is a challenge to the limit and a transcendence of the self.

Again and again, again and again, his will, his wisdom, was sublimated.

The battle brought a hearty release, and when he fully exerted his strength from what he had learned in his life, he gained an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

What a cultivator pursues in the end is the Great Dao, the supreme Heavenly Dao, but in the long years, how many people have finally attained the Great Dao?

Compared to the pursuit of the ethereal Heavenly Dao, the battle gives the cultivator a more realistic meaning.

It's like a swordsmith who gets satisfaction every time he forges a sword that satisfies him, which is the ultimate meaning he seeks, and that he can't bring him.

In other words, the casting of each long sword is an extension to the ultimate meaning, a closer touch, and the sword itself has been covered in the ultimate meaning.

Fighting, originally a part of cultivation, is a ladder to the Great Dao.

So tomorrow's showdown, Changsheng will not escape, and he will not be able to escape at all.

Fortunately, although his injuries looked serious, most of them were actually traumatic, and there were also sequelae caused by qi and blood failure.

In fact, Changsheng followed Lu Zixin out of the cave, and he never fought against a real master again, and under Mo Lian's powerful self-healing ability, he had recovered a lot.

Moreover, after repeated bloody battles, Changsheng comprehended the tenth-level sword momentum, and his swordsmanship had also improved a lot, which was enough to offset the disadvantages caused by the injury.

Back at the residence of Wenjian Hall, Ye Changsheng locked himself in the secret room and sat cross-legged.

After breathing for a while, when his qi and blood had recovered a little, he took out a wooden box from the demon space.

In the red sandalwood box, there are six golden relics that the magic bell sent to him not long ago.

Changsheng contemplated for a moment, and when his mood calmed down, he gently took out a relic and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Buzz!"

A crack cracked in his beating heart, and the Demon Heart Sword came out of his body, the tip of the sword facing the relics in his palm.

The next moment, the golden relics exploded with a bang, and countless golden points of light were arranged into beautiful star orbits, and under the traction of the Demon Heart Sword, they circled quietly.