Chapter Ninety-Two: The New Moon

On the night of the crescent moon, the night without moonlight was extremely dark, and even the stars were covered by the clouds floating in the night sky, and the fire on the torches trembled, and could only illuminate the distance around them a few feet.

And the few clouds that were slowly floating in the dark night sky were all burned by the young man's sword light, and they were also dyed with bright brilliance, burning a pleasant white light, like a circle of moon halos.

And this burning sword light conceals an indomitable sword intent, an extremely powerful sword intent.

Monk Xuezhai's expression also became solemn, he could think that Duan Lizheng left Huizhou and practiced in the Shendu Tiance Academy for several years, he must have made some progress compared to the past, and he was no longer the little prodigy who was only favored by ordinary people, but he didn't expect that his strength had improved so much, and he actually had such a level.

What he didn't expect was that he, who was not from a royal family, was so appreciated that he could learn a unique knowledge that only the Heavenly Ce Upper Court had.

The Thirteen Swords of Tiance, created by Emperor Taizu, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and then improved by the great master Emperor Chengzong, are the most powerful swordsmanship in Tiance Academy.

With Duan Lizheng's current cultivation realm, even if he learns this set of swordsmanship, it will definitely not be possible to fully exert the power of this set of swordsmanship, but it is already powerful enough.

Monk Xuezhai glanced at Duan Haochu, who was standing beside Duan Lizheng.

This used to be a man of the year in the whole week, but he has been a widower for ten years and has a famous name.

"Do you want to train him to be the second Princess Yingluan?" Xue Zhai couldn't help but mutter.

Looking at the figure of the young man and the sword in his hand, Monk Xuezhai couldn't help but feel a little emotional, remembering the scene he had seen when he was a child hiding behind his master.

The last person who could fully exert the power of this sword technique was the former owner of this sword.

Princess Yingluan.

It was the brightest, sharpest, and most beautiful sword light he had ever seen.

I only saw it once when I was a child, and I will never forget it.

Just this distraction, Duan Lizheng's sword intent rushed to his face, and the whistling sword wind blew Xue Zhai's robe up, and his already white face looked even whiter, but he couldn't see the slightest fear.

He recited the Buddha's name, his hands slowly folded, obviously it was a simple thing, but he did it very seriously, the originally ordinary palms were like two mountain peaks slowly closing, blocking all the bright brilliance out of his body!

Duan Lizheng's face did not change, and he continued to move forward, the barrier where the true qi of the monk Xuezhai gathered was thick and dignified, and it was difficult to move an inch.

But the young man's sword walked in the middle of it, persistent to the extreme, and gradually brightened, and the head of the sword condensed into a dazzling white light!

The dark doorway of Lingyan Temple suddenly brightened as day, as if a full moon was pulled back to the world by someone!

Duan Lizheng had completely forgotten himself, he didn't think about anything, and only this one thought was left in his mind, which was the girl's advice, which was to break the true qi of the monk Xuezhai.

He felt that his purpose had never been so clear, and his Dao heart had never been so clear.

He just stabbed the sword straight and kept moving forward, fulfilling her wish.

That's fine.

He didn't know how long he had worked hard, but suddenly there was a different kind of touch from the tip of the sword, and the heavy feeling that had been stuck in the mire no longer existed, and Duan Lizheng reacted from the state of being distracted.

Actually...... Really pierced......

He looked up, saw Monk Xuezhai's somewhat stunned expression, pulled out the naked sword, and was about to turn back, when a soft touch suddenly came from his waist.

The girl hugged his waist and leaned behind him.

Behind him came the sound of the palace ladies gasping.

Even if the folk customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty are developed, it is very rare for a woman to directly hug a man's waist.

Duan Lizheng's whole body immediately froze.

This girl is expressionless many times, as if she has received extremely strict etiquette training, and her manners and movements are steady, some dignified and some unpredictable.

What is this doing?

Duan Lizheng was frozen in place, but Zhu Luan was powerless to think about other issues at this time.

The time for the true qi to break through a hole can be maintained for a short time, and he couldn't wait for Duan Lizheng to leave this place, so Zhu Luan, who was standing on the other side of him, had to immediately come forward.

Duan Lizheng's height was too tall, and in order to seize the time, Zhu Luan couldn't maintain his balance, so he had to catch the person who was just in front of the mouth.

Holding Duan Lizheng, Zhu Luan put her hand into the hole he had broken, she tried her best to make her movements a little faster and faster, aimed her wrist guard at the direction where Xue Zhai was, and clenched her fists fiercely!

There was a sound of metal grinding, and all the poisonous needles and short knives were pierced into the snow under the effect of the machine springs, and it all happened so fast that there was almost no way for the unprepared to escape.

It wasn't until all the poisonous needles and short knives were shot out that everyone present reflected and looked at the gate expectantly.

The flow of true qi rolled up a large cloud of dust, and in the gradually dissipating mist, the figure still stood in despair.

"No." Duan Lizheng heard Zhu Luan beside him mutter.

tried his best to get such a result, Duan Lizheng was inevitably disappointed in his heart.

Zhu Luan let go of the hand that was originally around him.

Duan Lizheng was a little uncomfortable, and his gaze moved to another direction.

"Amitabha." After looking closely, he realized that Monk Xuezhai was no longer standing in the same place, but had taken ten steps back.

And where he had stood, there were densely packed needles with a jet-black sheen and blades as thin as cicada's wings.

"It turned out to be light armor in the army." Monk Xuezhai looked at the poisonous needles and blades on the ground, and his eyes moved to Zhu Luan's wrist again.

A faint hint of fear finally appeared in Monk Xuezhai's tone.

Because Xuezhai took ten steps back, everyone was finally able to cross the threshold and walk out the back door.

The soldiers who came from the front door were rushing here, and everyone was eager to go down the mountain immediately, but although the monk Xuezhai retreated, he still blocked the way down the mountain.

The corners of Duan Lizheng's mouth were still bleeding, the Thirteen Swords of Tiance were very powerful, they were the sword of burning and killing. But precisely because it is such a sword, the consumption of the martial artist's true yuan and physical strength are very large.

Duan Lizheng was no longer able to use this set of swordsmanship today.

At this moment, the voice of a soldier suddenly came from behind everyone.

"Found it! It's right here at the back door! Come here! ”

The front and back pinching is nothing more than that.

Looking at the tired people around her, Zhu Luan hesitated, took a finger into the air, and was about to bite down hard, but suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her.

"What do you want to do!" Princess Jinyang asked sharply. She stared at the fingers between Zhu Luan's teeth.

"You know that if you are exposed, you will most likely be ...... again," Princess Jinyang looked at her angrily.

"We can't be trapped here," Zhu Luan raised his eyes and smiled at her, "In the current situation, no one can escape, Duan Lizheng can no longer let him use the sword, he can only try other methods." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Luan bit his finger.

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