It was the longest night, and at the end of the morning, the black mixed with the light was chaotic, and the mist of deep winter gradually rose, sweeping the ground like a cold air, drowning people's legs.

The sky is ashes.

But this gray color suddenly shook, Xia Jiejie only felt that her big buttocks were upside down, so she exclaimed: "Brother Huang, there was an earthquake." ”

The emperor didn't bother to pay attention to her, it wasn't a conversation on the same channel, and no matter how much she said, it was nonsense.

But the cadres of the White Lotus made a look, Bai Ling rushed forward, and was about to go to the emperor's acupoint, and the quick battle was the same, while the other person was with more than a dozen White Lotus believers, leaning in the direction where the voice came, using the alley mouth as a hide, poking out half of his face, and supervising into the distance.

Nothing.

In the gray mist, there was a sudden whistling that seemed to crack.

Like a flash of electricity on the eve of dawn.

The electric light exploded, penetrating the heart of heaven, driving the gray mist to roll like a vortex, and the clouds that were just turned on opened like a god opened his eyes, revealing a ray of cold gold.

Rumble!!

A Fang Tian Painting Halberd shot obliquely from a distance at some point, inserted into the hard stone slab, and also blocked the figure of Bai Ling's flash, and the White Lotus Holy Maiden's eyes flickered, and she took two steps back.

The halberd seems to be the boundary of the land, and it is written that this place is not passable.

Who is this?!

The power of a halberd can be so far?

The cadres of the White Lotus were also full of doubts, because they had studied for more than fifty years in the Great Zhou, and they had never had such a master with a halberd.

Could this master be the worship of a new move?

Or a passing master?

But on the rivers and lakes, even the Great Zhou military, there seems to be no one who uses Fang Tian's halberd and can reach this level.

Weapons that take into account both strength and ingenuity are in great demand, extremely difficult to learn, and even more difficult to master.

The lack of technique is another reason.

The sword is the mainstream, the gun is secondary, and the knife is the main killing, and the one who uses it is mostly the demon gate, and the Fang Tian halberd is mostly used as an ornament for the guard of honor, which has become a trace of history.

However, such a weapon appeared in front of them.

Stuck in the ground, it became an impassable boundary.

The earth trembled.

The buildings on both sides of the street are shaking.

There is no need to look any further, because there is no hiding from the people who come.

Everyone looked up, only to see that in the thin light in the east, the figure that was not tall was like a dragon, and it was dozens of meters away when he stepped down, and at this time, it rose into the air and landed at the end of the pole of the Fang Tian painting halberd that was inserted upside down on the ground.

As soon as he stepped on the force, the halberd rotated fiercely, making a terrifying "woo" sound, and he reached into the cold light like the silver plate, and grasped it steadily, and Fang Tian's halberd was instantly settled.

All the movement has become a stillness.

He held the halberd, and all the stillness seemed to contain all the movement, all the possibilities.

And his face is so young.

It's just that the momentum is like a tiger swallowing thousands of miles, which makes people dare not act rashly.

Wuhua's face hidden under the hat was stunned, because he seemed to know the person in front of him, four years ago, the green pothos Zen Temple parted, and he thought that it would be impossible to meet again, but when he met it today, he was standing on the opposite side.

"Xiao Guang?!" Xia Jiejie couldn't hide the surprise in her voice.

The emperor's eyes flashed with a different color, but after a while, he made a decision: "Xia Guang, kill the person who looks like me first!

Then remember to support the emperor's eldest son to succeed to the throne!"

He estimated that although this little emperor brother had great divine power and excellent talent, he should have learned a lot of things in the half a year in Zongdong Pavilion, but this group of old yin of the white lotus was like him, he was used to playing conspiracy, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape, but he had to cut them off first.

His life and death are unpredictable, at least he can't let them steal the country, in this way, he is dead, and he is worthy of the ancestors of the old Xia family.

But Xia Jiejie spoke up and said happily: "Xiaoguang, I'm in... Uh-huh... Brother Huang, why are you pinching me?"

Xia Zhi's brows furrowed, his face was disgusted, and his right hand pinched her cheeks directly, "You shut up for me!"

Holding Fang Tian's halberd in one hand, Xia Guang quickly observed the situation.

The royal army is completely wiped out, and it seems that there is a traitor, looking at the appearance of the imperial sister, even after four or five years, except for the development of raising, white and fat, tall and beautiful, the rest has not changed.

There were no injuries on his body, his face was not weak, except for the terrifying dark golden robe stained with some dust, nothing else had changed, and it was estimated that he was defeated by someone with one move.

This situation is really one-sided, looking at Xia Zhi's bitter and hateful look, I am afraid that he will not be able to leave it with the imperial sister.

There's nothing more to talk about...

And Bai Ling suddenly smiled and applauded: "I have heard that the little prince is born with divine power, but now when I see it, it is really extraordinary, since we are both people in the rivers and lakes, you and I will do the things of the rivers and lakes." ”

The sky is almost clear, Xia Guang is not in a hurry, it should be the people of the white lotus who are in a hurry, if it weren't for the fear that these two burdens would be hurt, Xia Guang would have rushed out a long time ago, and now since the woman wrapped in the white lotus robe is willing to fight with herself, he will continue, "How to do the things of the rivers and lakes?"

Bai Ling's eyes looked at the Purple Lotus Holy Envoy Wang Wuliu on the opposite side, and then his expression was pious, and he looked at the little prince in front of him and smiled: "You and I fight fairly, one-on-one, if you win, you can take one person away, and if you want both to take it away, then it will be endless, how about it?"

Xia Guang groaned for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "Yes." ”

Bai Ling's previous battle was always the finale, and it was an unimaginable move to capture Hei Tianzi, so he didn't really consume his strength, at this time, he directly tossed and pinched the seal with his right palm, and the internal qi melted, and he turned over and turned into an afterimage, and when he stood up, he was like a budding white lotus, rushing towards the figure holding Fang Tian's halberd.

There is no lotus leaf, and the palm is the lotus.

In this style, there is only one palm, no back hand, and no change of move.

But once attacked, it was like a god's big clapping, destroying the living soul with one palm, and naturally there was no life.

Only by giving up the life of Hongchen can we enter the eternal heavenly country.

Bai Ling's pupils are pure, and her style has been cultivated to perfection, and her heart and nature are compatible.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw that this holy woman was fluttering in white, as if a huge god phantom was looming, and her palm was not like killing people, but to give liberation.

She believed it, so there was not the slightest evil qi in the palm of the hand, which made the opponent even confused, and even the weak-willed gave up resistance directly, waiting for this gift to come.

Meantime.

It's a shock again.

Behind.

The flying knife that had been brewing in Wang Wuliu's sleeve for a long time suddenly took off his hand and threw it out, flashing a white light that was bound to hit, and the end of the light was the back of the little prince's head.

White Lotus only wants a quick solution.

And although I don't know what adventures the little prince of Da Zhou had, but it's just that this appearance posture is already not to be underestimated.

But the stupidest thing about a teenager's heart is to believe in fairness.

The battle is fair.

The competition is fair.

It is said that one is one, and two is two.

Therefore, in an instant, Bai Ling and Wang Wuliu reached a consensus.

Bai Ling shot head-on, and Wang Wuliu sneaked up behind.

The front is like a god descending, and the mind is shaken.

Behind it is a flying knife that is like a flying light, which is a lie.

At this moment, the onlookers only felt their hearts twitch, their iron-gray face was full of despair, Xia Jiejie was also hurriedly ready to shout "be careful", and the White Lotus believers had a calm smile on their faces, as well as mocking the fall of perhaps another genius in a greenhouse.

There is no hope.

Because no one can imagine how this little prince, who should be ignorant and ignorant, should face it.

He seemed to concentrate on the palm.

But there's a throwing knife behind him!

Bai Ling, Wang Wuliu are all the best on the list of heroes, not to mention that at this time, the fifty years of brewing, fifty years of planning, and fifty years of burden make both of them unreserved!

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

At this moment, Bai Ling's palm, Wang Wuliu's flying knife had already burst out with the strongest power of the two!

No one knew how the figure holding Fang Tian's halberd should respond.

How to survive.

If you die, it's just a joke.

Only by being alive is a genius.

But it was impossible for him to live.

A hint of regret flashed in Wuhua's eyes, and he obviously remembered the side face of a child who was smiling on a bright afternoon many years ago.

But the next moment, his look of regret froze and froze.

Because, Xia Guang moved.

The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, which could break thousands of troops, also moved.

With this move, it is like the gods descending to earth, and all things are surrendered!