Xiao Xiang didn't have time to be afraid, he didn't have time to think, at this moment, he just felt that the light that enveloped and bathed his whole body was a little dazzling, but his body was a little cold.

At this time, the ivory sword in the hand of Han Xuzi, the first swordsman of Tang Tibet, pierced three inches into Yunhai's chest.

"Inhuman... Nor is it human..."

The voice of ten thousand bells ringing in the body of the white-clothed little monk in Yunhai sounded again, and with this incomprehensible voice, a pale golden blood spurted out of his mouth.

Han Xuzi exclaimed in his heart.

He felt the power in this blood spurted out by the sea of clouds... The awe-inspiring and indomitable sword intent.

He never imagined that one day, he would face his own sword!

His sword is still deep in Yunhai's body, he can kill Yunhai, he knows that although the people of Prajna Temple have great magical powers, they are also human beings after all, not unkillable gods and Buddhas, but he also knows very well that when he kills Yunhai, he is also equivalent to killing himself.

Yunhai's body seemed to have turned into Buddha light in front of his eyes, calmly accepting all this, but he couldn't calmly welcome his death, his body was controlled by the endless fear that surged up at this moment.

Before the death-to-death duel, he was finally filled with fear, and he withdrew his sword.

The ivory sword retracted sharply, blocking in front of him.

"Zheng!"

This ivory little sword, which carried the power of Pei Ran Mo Yu and seemed to be completely condensed with him and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, was knocked out of his hand, and his body also flew upside down, and countless small wounds were cut by his own sword qi.

Gu Xinyin had already turned around and swept towards a place in the courtyard.

The sea of clouds and Emperor Fengxuan also flew up, sweeping towards the same place as Gu Xinyin.

That place was supposed to be the end of the eaves in the courtyard, and the sump of the eaves would collect all the rainwater and fall there, onto the hollowed-out stone slabs below.

Instantly perceiving the movements of Gu Xinyin and Yunhai, the owner of the small blue sword outside suddenly understood how these three people would appear in this courtyard quietly, and how they could only launch such an assassination at this time.

The small blue sword that was in touch with him roared sharply, and the terrifying vitality power caused the broken stones along the way to be blown up, and they were swept away by the sword qi, as if they had also turned into small swords.

However, the bright yellow sword light was only a flash.

In just a flash, the owner of the little blue sword let out a terrified scream, not only did the little blue sword flee in terror, but even on a certain path outside the courtyard, there was a sharp sound of escaping through the air.

The bright yellow sword light did not chase out, but formed a bright yellow sword curtain outside Gu Xinyin, Yunhai, and Emperor Fengxuan.

The sword curtain suddenly fell, and the ground sank into the ground, making an extremely hollow sound.

The old wizard was embedded in the wall, and the blood in his body was almost gone, but he did not have the slightest ability to break free from the wall.

Han Xuzi, the first swordsman of Tang Tibet, was broken of his sword heart and sharp energy, knowing that from today on, he could no longer sit firmly in the position of the first swordsman of Tang Tibet, looking at his body covered with small wounds, he trembled all over his body and couldn't help himself.

The owner of the little blue sword outside the courtyard stopped screaming and fled, but in his heart he couldn't believe that the four holy masters could not even stop each other for a moment, causing more cultivators and the army of iron cavalry to rush in.

......

Xiao Xiang's body was also trembling.

Watching Gu Xinyin, Yunhai, and Emperor Fengxuan fall to the ground, he instantly reacted to something.

Quicksand City is short of water... The holy woman of the temple appeared, and led the people to build various open channels and culverts to divert water and store rain. The Holy Daughter of the Temple of Pranya Temple later became the Queen Mother, and she was the only one who knew the underground water web under the quicksand city that was more complicated than a spider web. And she is the mother of Emperor Fengxuan.

Gu Xinyin has been soaking in the dark water prison for so long, and he has been killing him for so long if he wants to, and once he gets out of trouble, he still waits until now, not only because of his own body and cultivation recovery, but also because of his traces, waiting for him to appear in the courtyard where he thinks it is the safest.

It turns out that the legendary Prajna Temple is really so terrifying.

A person who is both a peer of the Prajna Temple and Qingluan Academy would be so terrifying.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning in an instant, and then he felt unprecedented fear, and then he found that Gu Xinyin had been in fear since he was imprisoned in the dark water prison, and now, this fear that had been accumulated for many years suddenly magnified and completely occupied his body.

His burly and majestic body was still sitting cross-legged, but his body was so skinny that he couldn't even move his eyelids.

"Dang!" , the bronze ancient realm he had been cultivating for countless years fell to the ground.

His body, which had been suspended three feet above the ground, also sat on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Knock!", "Knock!", "Knock!", "Knock!"....

Sharp war drums rang out from the surrounding barracks.

The eyes of the old wizard, Han Zixu, and the owner of the little blue sword involuntarily fell on Xiao Xiang.

"Puff puff..."

Xiao Xiang's body began to emit countless slight cracking sounds, and there were countless subtle lights, accompanied by an extremely faint bloody aura emanating from his body.

"Poof", a speck of dust flew out of his body.

This dust particle brought real pain to Xiao Xiang, but it was a small grain of flesh and blood flying out of his body.

One after another pieces of flesh flew out of Xiao Xiang's body, Xiao Xiang watched his body turn into flesh and blood flying out, watching his own death, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't move, and couldn't even close his eyes and not look at this terrifying scene.

The old wizard who was about to die, the depressed Han Zixu, and the owner of the blue-clothed little sword didn't dare to approach, and they didn't even dare to end Xiao Xiang's life early.

They couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying power could make a flying sword slash out tens of thousands of swords, hundreds of thousands of swords, and cut people into such pieces, and make this person stick together, slowly scattering and splitting.

Xiao Xiang didn't want to die, he still had an army stronger than Emperor Fengxuan, and he still had countless things in this world that were worthy of his greed, but he could only die slowly in the torment of endless fear.

Countless heavy horsemen in silver heavy armor rushed into this courtyard, but these dense silver armor sergeants only saw Xiao Xiang wrapped in his own countless flesh and blood, like countless blood-red flies flying around him. In the frightened eyes of everyone, this big man who now had the highest power in Tang Tibet slowly turned into a puddle of extremely fine and rotten blood mud.

......

The figures of Gu Xinyin, Yunhai and Fengxuan Emperors appeared under a remote roof of the Tang Tibetan Palace.

Yun Hai kept wiping the blood that kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he smiled innocently and happily.

Gu Xinyin took a deep look at the sky of Quicksand City.

Ten thousand years at a glance.

There are only two most powerful wills in the world, love and hate.

What supported him to spend so many years in the dark water prison, and what finally killed Xiao Xiang was love and hatred.

"Goodbye..."

He whispered this in his heart, and then turned to Yunhai and Emperor Fengxuan to thank him seriously.

Emperor Fengxuan also bowed down to thank him at the same time.

Gu Xinyin stepped onto a carriage that was already waiting by the wall.

After entering the carriage, lowering the curtains, and the wheels of the carriage began to roll, his voice came out again, "Little monk Yunhai, I have time to come to Qingluan Academy to have a look." ”

Yun Hai's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had read some kind of unique promise from this sentence, and he suddenly nodded with joy like a woodpecker, so that two more mouthfuls of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"But you have to help me recite the scriptures... Pray more that I will be able to go home..."

"Got it, Mr. Gu. Yun Hai suddenly had a sad face.

"Maybe it won't be long before someone from our Qingluan Academy comes here to retrieve something. Gu Xinyin thought about it and said again.

Emperor Fengxuan's eyes also lit up suddenly, and he bowed again: "Thank you." ”

Gu Xinyin in the carriage stopped talking, and this carriage joined a waiting carriage, and slowly walked out of the Tang Tibetan Palace and walked out of Quicksand City.

This student in Qingluan College began to really go home. (To be continued)