Chang'an, Wuwang's Mansion.

The drizzle was drizzling, and the light was fading.

The lanterns hanging on the promenade were lit by maidservants, and the autumn wind carried the rain particles and slapped the lanterns, making the lights swaying and hazy.

In the courtyard, the chat between Princess Pei and Jiang Linglong ended, and Jiang Linglong held an oil-paper umbrella and sent the princess dressed in red out of the courtyard.

Shout!

A sound of breaking the sky rang out, and it was a flying sword roaring, chopping up the raindrops, like cutting a white line through the rain curtain in the sky.

Zhao Wuji's blood gushed out, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and the flying sword was taken by him.

Jiang Linglong and the princess, who were about to walk out of the courtyard, all stopped, and the courtyard became quite quiet.

Zao Wou-Ki took down the letter on the flying sword, glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes shrank.

He hurriedly handed the letter to Jiang Linglong.

"Miss, look."

Jiang Linglongdai frowned slightly, took the letter, glanced at it, and her long eyelashes trembled.

Suddenly, the temperature around the courtyard seemed to be instantly evacuated and became extremely cold, and the raindrops that fell seemed to turn into ice droplets.

Her face was cold, and her beautiful face was like frost.

Princess Pei felt her daughter's sudden burst of aura, and shrunk her snow-white neck as if frightened.

"Ling'er, is something wrong with Xiao Fang?"

"Look, I'm in a hurry."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Linglong's eyes swept over, and Princess Pei hurriedly covered her mouth, staring at her beautiful eyes, looking like she didn't dare to speak.

Jiang Linglong retracted his gaze and looked at Zhao Wouji: "Old Zhao, prepare the carriage and horses, let's go out of the city and go to the Qiuling Demon Que Hunting Ground." ”

Out of town?

Zhao Wouji's eyes froze, and he clenched his fists and bowed: "Huh." ”

However, as soon as the words fell, Princess Pei carefully raised her white palm.

Jiang Linglong almost laughed angrily when she saw her mother's appearance, are you a mother or am I a mother......

"Say."

The princess suddenly laughed happily: "That...... Ling'er, if you go out of the city, it's very dangerous, Lao Zhao can't do it, or ...... Call your dad, right? ”

"Your father can't do it, he doesn't even want to go out of the room now, and it's impossible to save Xiao Fang."

"So, go and call your uncle...... He should be able to help you. ”

Princess Pei took the oil-paper umbrella and said.

"Xiao Fang's child's poems are good, my mother admires him very much, go ahead."

Although the princess seemed to be very unreliable, the concern in her words made Jiang Linglong's eyes tremble slightly, and her cold face also bloomed with a smile that made the cold autumn day a little brighter.

"Okay."

Jiang Linglong said.

"If your brother-in-law dares not to go, tell your mother, and your mother will pull out his ears!"

The princess rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was pulling her ears.

Hum! She can't cure her husband, she can't cure her daughter, and she can't cure her younger brother who has been beating since she was a child?!

Jiang Linglong smiled, and after ordering the maid to hold up an umbrella and send the princess back to bed, she and Lao Zhao broke through the rain curtain with an umbrella and went out of the house.

……

……

Fang Lang stared at the sky, and a wriggling black object roared from a distance, like a falling meteorite!

Hidden weapon?!

It's close!

It's getting closer!

Fang Lang saw clearly that it was a hideous wild wolf exuding demonic energy!

Under the rain, the hair is wet.

The wild wolf opened its full mouth of fangs in the air, roared down, and roared towards Fang Lang, as if it was flying towards it!

Fang Lang frowned, and the sword in his hand was raised violently.

The obsidian sword was completely black, as if the heaven and earth rain curtain was cut open with black lines, and there was sword qi spreading upwards from under Fang Lang's feet!

The wild wolf fell and was cut in half by Fang Lang's sword.

With a "whoosh", the blood was splashed like a torrential rain, and the wolf's body was divided into two, and the top of Fang Lang's head smashed to the ground like a diversion, splashing the ground with blood and mud, and drawing far away.

In the distance, Wen Ting, who was sitting on the trunk of the tree, drank the wolfberry tea in the gourd, and he was stunned.

Cover the gourd and pin it around the waist.

Wen Ting stood upright on the trunk of the tree, and a plain robe soaked in the rain.

He looked at the wild wolf that had been split open by a sword and had fallen from the sky and exuded demonic energy.

Fortunately, the wolf's demonic aura was not strong.

Flying wolf?!

What's going on?

Wen Ting sensed that something was not quite right in the atmosphere.

Fang Lang overthrew all the students who challenged with one enemy and dozens of enemies, not only did he not run out of spiritual energy, but he became more and more courageous and stronger the more he fought, and even broke through to the fifth rank sword master in the battle.

This somewhat shocked Wen Ting's common sense.

The problem that can't be analyzed can only be sighed, Zipin root bone ...... Terrifying!

Perhaps this is the peculiarity of the mutant root bone!

Well?

Wen Ting's brows frowned slightly, and the palm under his sleeve didn't know when he had grasped the hilt of the sword.

He looked into the hazy distance.

A sumptuous carriage stopped there, and countless raindrops splashed on the roof of the Nanmu car, bringing up a layer of misty mist.

The rain that fell from the sky was twisted and blurred around the carriage!

The carriages were stationary, three hundred feet apart.

The silk curtain rolled up by the surging wind and rain exposed the noble figure in the carriage from time to time, and Wen Ting's hand holding the sword clenched violently.

Bang bang.

The wheels finally began to crush the wind and rain, and slowly moved forward.

300 zhang, 200 zhang, 100 zhang......

The carriage faded into a haze.

The rain washed away the strong smell of blood, and the carcass of the wolf, which had been cut in half, gradually became cold.

Fang Lang was holding the obsidian, Liansheng Sword withdrew into the sword box, slowly turned around, and looked at the carriage, which was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at ten zhang.

In Fang Lang's eyes, everything in the carriage was extremely clear, and even the lines on the carriage could be seen clearly.

Carriage, Tsing Yi boy.

The two are like the left and right points in an ink painting, no more than ten zhang apart, which seems to be extremely close, but in fact they are as far away as a world apart.

The world is quiet, only the sound of heavy rain washing.

Fang Lang stared at the carriage, clenched the sword in his hand, dispelled the pungent smell of blood, frowned, and stared at the carriage.

The raindrops between heaven and earth twisted around the carriage, like a curtain of beads being lifted on either side.

"You know what?"

"The wolf you just killed is my prey."

In the rain, a lazy sound sounded in the carriage.

Fang Lang glanced at the wild wolf, raised his eyebrows, this year...... There is actually a touch of porcelain?

"It's not my intention to kill the wolf, it came suddenly, and I can't contain the sword."

Fang Lang Road.

Inside the carriage, there was a soft laugh.

"Yes."

"I forgive you, not only can you not have to die and draw a line with the Jiang family, but I can also give you a chance to follow."

"From now on, I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and my cultivation resources are unlimited."

Inside the carriage, the voice was faint.

"Don't thank you yet."

The rain roared, and the surroundings became extremely silent, except for the faint sound of the voice.

Shane......

Listen to the voice, and the tone of the voice......

It can be determined that the carriage is ...... It's the third prince.

"I've always had food and clothing."

"The cultivation resources are unlimited, so according to my current resources, I will increase them tenfold first...... Can you provide me with hundreds of medium-grade spirit crystals for my cultivation every day, and there are hundreds of thousands of gold coins for me to spend? ”

Fang Lang leaned on his sword and asked.

In the carriage, the voice suddenly fell strangely quiet.

Fang Lang pursed his lips and said regretfully: "It seems that there is not?" ”

"Then you talk."

Rumble!

Fang Lang's words just fell.

"Presumptuous!"

Inside the carriage, there was a loud shout.

The rain seemed to be stagnant.

On the carriage, Nanye Huo, who was wrapped in the hood of the red robe, suddenly opened his eyes, the hood was blown open by the wind and rain, revealing a word of eyebrows, and a terrifying coercion suddenly swept out of his body, and countless raindrops falling from the sky were crushed into fog by the coercion!

Between heaven and earth, rain clouds fall!

When the mountains lurk, the dragon rolls over!

The terrifying coercion fell from the sky, and the rain was pressed to the ground without the slightest ripple.

It was as if a mountain was moved by an immortal god and smashed on Fang Lang's body!

A terrifying grip erupted from the center of the earth, grabbing his feet, trying to hold him to the ground!

The heavens and the earth are shaking!

Shout!

Between the woods, the rain curtain was torn open!

Wen Ting's eyes were sharp, and the sword he was carrying at his waist was unsheathed.

Running in the rain, three steps, two steps, one step!

Mud-stained rain splashed.

Wen Ting landed beside Fang Lang, the sword in his hand slammed into the ground, and a surging sword intent burst out from him, stretching out a three-foot circle of terrifying coercion.

Pure land in the circle.

The rain can't enter, the wind can't enter, and the coercion can't enter!

Wen Ting was holding a sword, and the extremely slender sword was as straight as a pine bamboo!

blocked the terrifying coercion like the collapse of heaven and earth for Fang Lang.

Nan Yehuo sat in the carriage and looked at it with a blank face.

Wen Ting...... The gentleman's sword that stirred up the storm in Chang'an back then, but now it ......

It's just a small sword cultivator at the peak of the sword artistic conception.

Fang Lang stood behind Wen Ting, his face was also extremely serious.

When you don't have the strength, heaven and earth will not choose to support you.

Is this the sadness of the little people?

This is the end of no strength?!

Fang Lang was unprecedentedly calm at this moment, but there was a fire in his heart, which made him want to become stronger than ever!

In the cyclone of his dantian, the sword intent seed seemed to feel his thoughts, and it actually began to hover at a high speed, and countless sword qi were stirred.

Between heaven and earth, there is a strong wind!

Blow away the raindrops.

In the carriage, the rich silk curtain was lifted by a pale hand, revealing a handsome and noble face.

Li Liancheng walked out of the carriage with indifference in his eyes, and the loose robe on his body was blown high by the wind.

He looked condescendingly at Fang Lang and Wen Ting below.

His eyes fell on Wen Ting, and the corners of his mouth hung with a sneer.

"Back then, you were forced to retreat from Chang'an by my eldest imperial brother, and you were afraid of my eldest imperial brother, but ...... Not afraid of me? ”

A touch of brilliant gold gradually appeared in Li Liancheng's eyes, and finally the entire pupil was smeared, and even the tips of his hair were smeared with gold little by little.

A brilliant majesty spread from him.

At this moment, even the Donglu Sword Saint Nanye Huo, who was sitting in the carriage, felt a sense of depression!

The blood of the Tang royal family!

It is the bloodline of the man who stands at the pinnacle of the Tang Dynasty!

The entire carriage seemed to be painted golden.

Li Liancheng held the wall of the carriage with one hand, looked at Wen Ting, calmly and indifferently, and said, "Kneel." ”

Two words, like two thunders after the clouds.

Wen Ting's eyes tightened to the extreme, as if he remembered the nightmare picture back then.

His three-foot pure land seemed to be about to break.

That thin sword suddenly bent in an extremely exaggerated arc, as if it was about to break at any time!

The coercion of the royal bloodline penetrated in, wanting to make Wen Ting and Fang Lang kneel.

Suddenly.

Li Liancheng's golden eyes turned, and his gaze crossed Wen Ting, who was struggling to resist and almost knelt.

His gaze fell on Fang Lang, who only had a second-grade realm behind him.

This young man in Tsing Yi, facing his royal coercion at the moment, stared at him with his eyes, his spine was straight, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.

Tsing Yi is stirring.

Countless rainwaters gathered and swirled under the boy's feet, becoming a blooming lotus flower.

Between heaven and earth, there was a slight sigh lingering, coming from the sword box behind the young man.

A sigh.

The dim world suddenly lit up, as if it had been burned by a spark.

Fang Lang only felt that the sword intent seed in the dantian seemed to be much weaker, and then, the lotus sword on his back automatically came out of its sheath and levitated.

Endless white light escaped from the Lotus Sword.

The white light condensed into a graceful blurred figure......

The elegance is peerless, stunning the whole world.

The graceful figure stepped forward, holding the lotus very casually.

Passed over Fang Lang and crossed Wen Ting.

The third prince, Li Liancheng, had his golden pupils constricted.

On the carriage, Nanye Huo in the big red robe was no longer calm for the first time!

"Xuanyuan Taihua!"

He stood up in the carriage, his eyebrows rising and falling, and a fiery sword appeared in his hand......

However, the sword has not yet been thrown.

The graceful figure gently handed out a sword, like a bodhisattva throwing out a lotus petal.

Sword, from the bottom up!

Poof!

Nanye Huo's entire arm holding the sword...... It was cut off little by little.

PS: It's on the shelves at twelve o'clock tonight, and it will definitely explode when the time comes! Three provinces of my body: collect call, reward call, vote call!