The carriage came to a slow stop.

Xu Han squinted his eyes and looked out of the carriage, the carriage had already arrived at the palace gate of Putian Palace, where a large group of people were standing densely, and the leader was the head of the Long Night Division, Lord Zhu Xianzhu.

Behind him stood many big figures in the court, such as Zhang Dongning, one of the imperial historians of the Three Princes, and also those in power from the rivers and lakes, such as Zihuang Sword Saint and Song Yueming.

There was also a smell of blood in front of him, Xu Han secretly thought, I'm afraid that the immortal has already entered the palace at this moment, and Yu Wenluo is afraid that he is also...

Thinking of that man, Xu Han couldn't help but feel a sense of depression, he was different from him, but he was the same.

They all thought they could hold their lives, but in the end they realized that it was nothing more than a calculation, a chess piece.

When Xu Han was thinking about this, a figure slowly walked down from the carriage next door, and it was actually the prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was also one of the three princes, Zhang Xiang.

The old man's figure was thin and thin, and he walked tremblingly, and it was extremely difficult for him to do such a simple thing as getting out of the carriage.

"What is Lord Zhang doing here at this time?" Zhu Xian immediately raised his eyebrows when he saw the two carriages, and stepped forward to ask, while the armor soldiers behind him pressed their hands on the hilts of their hands one after another, looking ready to fight at any time.

"Enter the palace and face the saint. The old man, who was over seventy years old, faced the rest of the rows of high-spirited armor soldiers behind Zhu Xian, but he did not show half a point of fear or cowardice, he arched his hand and replied very calmly.

"Face saint?" Zhu Xian's eyes wandered back and forth on the carriage behind the old man, he was not stupid, Xu Han's whereabouts were still unknown, it was very likely that the carriage contained the royal family's widow, if he was allowed to enter the palace, then all these plans would not have been made for Tiance Mansion as a wedding dress.

So Zhu Shouza waved his sleeves and said, "The Holy One has something important to do now, Lord Zhang, please go back." ”

Of course, although it was said that he would invite him back, the armor soldiers behind Zhu Xian surrounded him at that time, surrounded the two carriages, and the swords were also unsheathed at that time, obviously not letting them go.

"What? Zhu Shouza wants to do it?" asked Zhang Xiang with squinted eyes, the expression on his face still calm.

"The Prime Minister took two carriages to the palace at night, I wish someone to be favored by the Holy Lord, naturally to share the worries of the Holy Lord, the Prime Minister can rest assured, just check it below, if there is no major problem, the Prime Minister will leave. Zhu Xian said with a smile, and the armor soldiers surrounding the carriage were about to rush out at that time.

Zheng!

But at this moment, a high-pitched sword roar suddenly sounded in the distant sky.

I saw a white light light light from the direction of the gate of Chang'an City, soaring into the sky. The white light wrapped in the sword intent in the sky, roared, and came to the sky above everyone in an instant.

Then, without waiting for everyone to give it half a reaction, it crashed to the ground again, and landed straight on the ground no more than half an inch away from Zhu Xian's front door.

It was a snow-bright long sword, and even outside the Putian Palace in the thick of the night, the body of that long sword still reflected the light like daylight.

The armor soldiers who were about to rush forward stopped, and the characters behind Zhu Xian also showed shocked expressions, and Zhu Xian's face turned even pale, and the smile that had just been drawn on his face all dissipated.

Without exception, everyone present felt a terrifying sword intent from the sudden arrival of the divine sword.

At this moment, this sword is three points into the ground, Wei Ran does not move, but the sword intent lingers, like a demon god, incompatible with all things in heaven and earth.

And just when everyone was still surprised by this sudden appearance of the divine sword, a voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Heaven Dou City Yue Fuyao brought 50,000 Heaven Dou troops to meet Zhu Shouzao. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Zhu Xian's face became more and more gloomy, he looked behind him with a calm brow, and wanted to ask the imperial envoy in charge of the White Phoenix Department, where did this Yue Fuyao come from, why he hadn't received any news before, and at this time, he found that Ran Qingyi had disappeared for some time.

His mind sank, and naturally he wouldn't believe that there was no half-point of cattiness in it.

"I wish my lord, can the old man go to see the saint now?"

And the old Zhang Xiang bowed to Zhu Xianying again at that time and asked.

......

Outside the Weiyang Palace, the sword qi surged, and the nine evil dragons were wrapped around the scarlet sword body of the black-clothed old man like ghosts.

His eyes were full of blood, and his gaze at the man in the dragon robe was full of murderous intent.

Yu Wenluo looked at the corpses of the forbidden army armor soldiers who fell beside him, and was silent for a long time before turning his gaze to the immortal in front of him.

"Are you Si Bai?" he asked in a deep voice, and there was no cowardice in his tone that a person who was going to die, but a full of temperament, with a condescending flavor.

The old man in black swung his sword at that time, pointing directly at Yu Wenluo, his clothes bulged high, and black evil power poured out of his body like a tide, his scarlet lips slowly opened at that time, and he spit out a cold voice: "For the common people in the world, please Your Majesty to die!"

When Yu Wenluo heard this, he smiled.

He stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes and stood with his hands in his hands, the pale cyan dragon qi behind him roared out with bursts of dragon groans, lingering around his body.

"If you want to kill me, come over there. He said with a smile, his brow furrowed.

Hearing this, Si Bai didn't hesitate for half a minute, his speed was pushed to the extreme by him at that time, almost turning into an unreal streamer, and he came to Yu Wenluo's body in an instant.

The scarlet blade passed through the several True Yuan barriers summoned by Yu Wenluo as if it were nothing, and came straight to him.

At that time, the cyan dragon qi behind Yu Wenluo was like a desecrated god, and a high-pitched dragon chant swung out from the dragon qi, and then the cyan dragon qi gathered and turned into a green dragon phantom, and he roared to meet Si Bai's sword blade.

The nine evil dragon true spirits summoned by Si Bai let out a wail in front of the cyan dragon, and they shattered like glass.

And the sword blade that he saw was about to reach Yuwen Luo's eyebrows also stopped at that time, as if an invisible barrier had appeared between the two, no matter how much he urged the power in his body, he couldn't break through it, but his own face became more and more pale because of the death of the Nine True Spirits.

Just when Si Bai was riding a tiger, the Xingtian Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light at that moment.

The blood-colored lines on the slender sword body of the Xingtian Sword were like poisonous snakes at that moment, as if they came to life at that moment, and they continued to entrench along the sword body, intertwining with each other to reach the hilt of the sword, and then came to Si Bai's arm holding the Xingtian Sword.

Those blood-colored lines seemed to carry a terrible temperature, and they had just arrived, and the black sleeve on Si Blank's right arm was eroded by them at that time, scorched black, and finally turned into dust, and Si Blank's arm was also exposed at that time.

But that's just the beginning.

Those blood-colored lines turned into tentacles like poisonous snakes at that time, wrapping around Si Blank's right arm, but after a few breaths, his right arm lost its original appearance, from the arm to the palm was wrapped by the blood-colored tentacles, as if his arm, tentacles and Xingtian Sword, the three had turned into one.

At that moment, Si Blank's eyes turned blood-red, and he let out a roar like a beast.

The blood light on the Xingtian Sword was abundant, and the cyan dragon let out a mournful roar as if it had met a natural enemy, and then under the blade of the Xingtian Sword, it disappeared into a burst of blue light and fled into the distance.

And the Heavenly Sword that retreated from this green dragon trembled even more, like a hungry beast that had drunk a meal of flesh and blood, and Si Bai, who was holding this sword, could clearly feel how terrifying the power contained in this sword blade had become at that moment.

His eyes froze, and he no longer had any worries. The blade of the sword went straight forward again, towards the center of the emperor's eyebrows in front of him.

This time, there was no hindrance.

His sword blade pierced into Yu Wenluo's eyebrows with great ease, everything was extremely easy, so easy that it seemed to be piercing into a mess of mud, so easy that even Si Bai was a little surprised.

The red blood spilled from the center of Yu Wenluo's eyebrows at that time, but it did not drip down, but seeped into the body of the Xingtian Sword.

The smile on Yu Wenluo's face gradually solidified, and he looked at the blood-red immortal in front of him, his lips opened with difficulty.

"Immortals..."

"I can't escape, I can't escape this fate..."

"We're all pawns..."

"The Emperor is... The immortals are..."

"Canghai Liu, Mu Yushan, you are all..."

As he said this, he slowly stretched out his hand and tidied up his splendid dragon robe one last time, and then, the brilliance in his eyes gradually became dissipated, and the movements of his hands stopped abruptly at a moment, and then he lost his breath.

Si Bai immediately withdrew the long sword in his hand, the blood in his eyes flashed, and it took a few breaths before returning to normal, and the blood-colored tentacles wrapped around his hands also faded one after another, and the blood-colored lines that turned into blood appeared on the sword body again. Before he could recover from this condition, his chest ached, his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

His true spirit was shattered by the dragon qi of Yuwen Luo's protective body, which made him even an immortal have to be implicated, at this moment, the power of the Xingtian Sword dissipated, and the backlash suddenly shook his heart, and it was difficult to have combat power in a short period of time.

And at this moment, the door of the Weiyang Palace in front of him was slowly pushed open.

An old man walked out, he came to Yu Wenluo's body, stared at the remains of this king for a long time, and finally sighed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and slowly closed Yu Wenluo's eyes with a slight smile.

Then he knelt down respectfully towards the corpse and exchanged a loud voice.

"Chen Yu Wencheng, send off Your Majesty, the dragon is a guest!"