Inside Chang'an City.

There is a tavern in the alley, the tavern is not big, it is located in the middle of nowhere, and there are few people coming and going.

However, the tavern's business is quite prosperous, because the plum wine sold in this tavern is famous in Chang'an.

At this moment, there are two figures sitting opposite each other by the window in the tavern, enjoying the yellow flowers and autumn rain, and on the table in front of them, there are a stack of peanuts and a stack of braised chicken feet.

While eating, the two drank happily and staggered.

Cui Cheng filled Lu Taixuan with plum wine, and the other party took a sip and sighed.

"It's still the plum wine in this old store that tastes good, Lao Cui, the last time we drank together, it was sixteen years ago, right?"

Lu Taixuan squinted, as if drunk, and said.

Cui Cheng threw a peanut into his mouth and said with a smile: "At that time, Wen Ting was still a gentleman's sword with half of Chang'an, King Jiang Wu had not yet married the little girl of the Pei family, and the water in Chang'an was not so turbid. ”

Lu Taixuan's drunken eyes were hazy, as if he was reminiscing about the past, but unfortunately, with his cultivation, it was difficult to get drunk.

"Don't talk about those things, I heard that the third prince personally left the palace and went to the Qiuling Demon Que Hunting Ground?"

Cui Cheng put down his wine glass and said.

"The third prince has an arrogant personality and acts domineeringly, this is his own character, but it is also his advantage, because of simplicity."

"The eldest prince's mind is too deep for people to see, the second prince ...... That's it, don't talk about it. ”

"The fourth prince died young."

"There is also a fifth princess who feels that the whole world is going to persecute her......"

"Emperor Tang said that he wanted to establish a prince, the world shook, the ministers stood in the position, and among the three princes...... Although the most promising is the eldest prince, the third prince still has a lot of support. ”

Lu Taixuan said with a smile.

Under the rain curtain, in the tavern, the two commented on the four princes and princesses with royal blood.

Dean Cui said lightly: "But the contradiction between the third prince and the Jiang family, why should it involve a child." ”

Lu Taixuan pinched the wine glass and turned his head to look at the hazy autumn rain: "If this kid is not good enough, otherwise...... How can you be caught up in that vortex? ”

"This kid threatens Li Yuanzhen's position as the champion, and the third prince naturally wants to intervene, Lao Cui, you know, the position of champion is not just an honor."

Cui Cheng's face was full of wrinkles like the old roots of Coptis chinensis, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

The two were speechless at each other, only silently drinking.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.

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Outside the Autumn Ridge Demon Que.

In the endless dark clouds.

Xiang Xiaojian was dressed in white, with white hair and white eyebrows, carrying his hands behind his back, and a simple and unpretentious three-foot Qingfeng was suspended around him.

The wind and rain between heaven and earth were all around him and parted automatically.

When he learned that the three princes and Nan Yehuo had personally entered the Qiuling Demon Que, he was also shocked, these three princes were actually more arrogant and domineering than him.

Of course, what shocked him even more was Nan Yehuo, this old thing actually went out of the mountain in person, in order to deal with a child who had never even comprehended the sword intent!

Just because Fang Lang pulled out the Liansheng Sword of the senior sister in charge?

Nanye Huo, how much psychological shadow was scared out of the senior sister in charge? !

In fact, Chao Xiaojian really appreciates Fang Lang.

A boy who is crazy about swords, practicing swords so hard and practicing swords......

Now, I can finally keep the clouds open and see the moon, the root bone is mutated, I have a purple root bone, and I have a talent that is not weak!

Such a young man with a sword cocoon in his hands and working so hard, how could he not appreciate Xiaojian?!

However, he can't enter the Qiuling Demon Que at the moment.

In front of him, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, stood quietly, with pouring rain and long dark clouds under their feet.

Chao Xiaojian was a little helpless and a little lazy.

"The dean of Chang'an Academy, the ...... of the wine of the country"

"One of you is the one of the eldest prince, and the other is the one of the second prince......"

"It seems that the eldest prince and the second prince wish that the third prince would completely tear their faces with the Jiang family."

Hunting in white clothes towards Xiaojian, he opened his chest and belly, shook the sword in his hand, and sighed: "However, you dare to come, my sword...... It doesn't matter who you are. ”

He expected that someone would stop him, but he never thought that it was the people of the eldest prince and the second prince.

The water in Chang'an is really muddy.

It's still good to be in the Sword Shu Sect, the senior sister in charge is not there, he is the boss!

Fang Lang's kid is really, it would be better to stay in Jianshu with him earlier, there would be no.

And the two people opposite Xiao Jian just smiled and ...... Xiao Jian As always, it's the little sword who loves to speak wildly.

The two of them superimposed their hands on each other, and the clouds and rain on the ground were distorted, and the heavens and the earth changed, turning into a large array covering the sky, and instantly enveloped Chao Xiaojian!

He smiled at Xiaojian.

Raise your hand and flick it lightly on the sword floating in front of you.

Suddenly, the sword light in the sky was surging from within the Great Array!

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In the Tang world, the power of bloodline cannot be ignored.

The bloodline represents that the ancestors have taken that supreme step before they can change and influence the bloodline, so that the bloodline of future generations contains terrifying power.

And in today's Tang Dynasty, the most powerful bloodline is none other than the Tang royal family.

Li Liancheng is the third son of the emperor, he has pure royal blood, he is proud of this bloodline, he is arrogant, he is domineering, and all this is based on the bloodline that he has enough qualifications to be arrogant and domineering.

However, at this moment, the royal bloodline that Li Liancheng was proud of had lost its efficacy!

He suppressed Wen Ting, but he couldn't suppress the young man in Tsing Yi!

But it can't suppress the graceful figure that condenses from the sword.

This person who haunts the eldest brother and makes the second emperor brother extremely jealous.

"Xuanyuan Taihua!"

Li Liancheng burst out of the name between his teeth.

Poof!

Blood is spilled!

Nan Yehuo gritted his teeth, one arm was cut off hard, and the incision was smooth, but the blood sprayed couldn't be stopped at all!

The sword intent contained in the Liansheng Sword made Nan Yehuo feel as if he had been beaten into the ocean!

Is this a wisp of spiritual thought hidden by that woman in the Lotus Sword?!

Fang Lang was actually able to trigger this wisp of spiritual thought?!

Nanye's heart was shrouded in a haze.

Just a wisp of spiritual thought, he made himself dignified, and he couldn't even give birth to the courage to resist.

Why is the gap so big?!

Does she ...... Beyond the Nine Pins?

Looking at the figure that was blurry, unable to see the figure clearly, and the energy contained in it was extremely weak, but it could easily make him unable to swing his sword, Nan Yehuo's eyes finally had a touch of horror in his eyes, like a little thick ink dripping into the clear pond that could not stop spreading.

Rumble!

The qi on Nanye Huo's body burst out, and the broken arm fell to the ground, splashing mud.

But the fiery red sword actually galloped up, pouring like a sinuous fire dragon!

Hovering, biting at Xuanyuan Taihua!

However, the graceful figure gently swung his sword again, and under the whole carriage, the rain was like a brilliant lotus flower, blooming between heaven and earth!

Nanye Huo held the sword with his other arm, blocking Liansheng, and the terrifying sword intent invaded, and Nanye Huo's face trembled.

Pumped out of the carriage by a huge force, he fell quickly into the distance.

It was like a lotus flower spinning and running over, and the mud was ploughed out of a sword qi ravine several feet, hideous and terrifying!

Nanye Huo was at the end of the ravine, holding a sword with one arm, and the big red robe was cut by countless sword qi and covered with wounds......

On the carriage, only the three princes and the graceful shadow holding the sword remained.

The fluttering white clothes of the third prince Li Liancheng were clinging to his body, and the tips of his hair were dyed with gold, and three thousand strands of hair were spreading and flying.

The golden pupils carried endless nobility, staring at the white shadow, staring at the lotus life!

In fact, in those golden noble pupils, there was a bit of fear that could not be concealed.

For the first time, he felt oppressive fear from someone other than his father.

"Under the whole world, it is not the king's land!"

"This Tang Dynasty is the world of my Li family!"

"The iron law is the iron law of the royal family!"

"Anyone who is contaminated with the blood of the royal family will be ruthlessly suppressed by the iron law!"

The three princes stood, under the pressure of the white-clothed figure, standing above the chariot and horse.

The power released by the royal bloodline allowed him to easily block the oppression of a wisp of spiritual thought left by this peerless sword immortal!

"You dare to kill me?!"

Although the third prince Li Liancheng knew that it was just a wisp of spiritual thought in front of him, not a real person!

However, his golden pupils still released arrogance and arrogance!

Even if he is facing the number one sword immortal in the world of the Tang Dynasty, the sword immortal who can oppress him like a father, he is still arrogant!

He bet, she didn't dare!

Below.

Ten zhang away.

Wen Ting gasped for breath, and a painful picture flashed in his eyes.

The coercion of the royal bloodline......

His sword-holding hand was covered with green tendons and gritted his teeth.

The bent sword is like the backbone that he once bent!

As Li Liancheng said, the whole world is not the king's land.

His sword did not dare to be stained with the blood of the royal family, once it was dyed, the ordinary iron law that hung over the entire Tang Dynasty would truly explode its terrifying power.

Even if it is an immortal or a god, it will be suppressed!

Ten years ago, his backbone was bent by the eldest prince Li Tianlin, and the spirit he had accumulated for ten years should be wiped out by the third prince Li Liancheng on this day? !

Wen Ting's heart was engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

He was a little dazed, a little at a loss.

Suddenly!

The young man in Tsing Yi beside him took a step, pulled out his obsidian sword, took a step, and stepped on the splashing water!

The coercion of the royal bloodline seems to be unable to suppress and shake the young man in the slightest!

The boy first walked slowly, and then, the pace of his steps became faster and faster!

Mud-colored rain splashed three feet high!

The boy held the obsidian sword, ran wildly in the rainstorm, and swung his sword in the wild!

Wen Ting's pupils reflected the figure of a young man running and swinging a sword.

The next moment!

The boy stepped on the soles of his feet, crushing the stagnant water all over the ground.

The body formed a curved arc, and he jumped up, and he actually jumped towards the carriage that was riding on the third prince Li Liancheng, who had the most noble bloodline in the Tang Dynasty!

It's like a running and jumping high jump from the ground, and the sword that is as black as ink reflects the cold!

"Don't!"

Wen Ting's eyes shrank and he hissed.

However, the boy couldn't hear it, or he didn't care if he heard it!

Once the sword is stained with blood, the iron law of the head will rain down the calamity and calamity, and you will ...... will be labeled as transgression!

will become a sinner!

Doom!

And the terrifying will of the iron law will make Fang Lang, who is no more than a second-grade person, completely collapse his spiritual thoughts and his soul will be destroyed!

Wen Ting roared, however, the whimper of the wind and rain overshadowed his voice!

Boom!

But seeing Fang Lang's cold face, he got into the carriage, and a pair of eyes stared at Li Liancheng with noble golden pupils!

The coercion born from the bones, the backbone of Fang Lang to be pressed bursts!

But Fang Lang just gritted his teeth and clutched the obsidian, and a flash of light was reflected on the black sword, like a spark on the endless grassland!

"She didn't dare!"

"I dare!"

If you want to kill me, why don't I dare kill you!

Why?!

Just because you're royal?!

Go to the iron law of the special mother!

Fang Lang stabbed out with a sword!

It's like a sword piercing the iron law!

"W-"

In front of Li Liancheng's body, a golden shield appeared out of thin air, which was the defense of the bloodline.

Fang Lang didn't care about it, and the tip of the sword stabbed it frantically and continuously, making the shield ripple a little!

Behind the shield, Li Liancheng's pupils glowed golden, and he looked sarcastically at the crazy struggle of a small person.

However, his sarcasm soon froze.

Between heaven and earth, there was another sigh.

"Little one, why bother."

When the words fell, the white Xuanyuan Taihua phantom slowly waved the lotus sword in his hand and slashed in the air, as if there was a budding lotus flower slowly blooming.

Taihua Sword Lotus!

This sword has severed a certain connection in the underworld!

Li Liancheng's eyes shrank!

Instantly!

With a shock, his face turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the noble gold in his pupils and eyes also faded rapidly!

The power of Xuanyuan Taihua's phantom and bloodline was exhausted, turning into a little white light and dissipating.

The Liansheng sword fell on the carriage.

And Fang Lang stabbed out with a sword again.

Burst!

That's the sound of the golden shield shattering!

Countless golden rays of light scattered in all directions like shattered fragments of a complete mirror.

Subsequently......

Fang Lang crashed headlong into the arms of Li Liancheng, who had been cut off from the blood connection and fell into a momentary stupor!

The obsidian sword, which was as black as ink, stabbed into Li Liancheng's heart fiercely!

A sword stabbed down.

There's a small magic circle hovering around to protect its heart!

The array is hard to break, and it can't be killed!

And with a throbbing, Fang Lang's face was expressionless, and the tip of the sword turned and landed on Li Liancheng's abdomen!

Can the formation still protect your body?

I can't kill you, and I want to pierce the shadow in your heart!

There's not bloodshed, has it?!

The sword slammed in, and pulled out!

Subsequently......

A sword.

Two swords.

Three swords.

Poof, swords into the flesh!

Brought up a shower of gold-dyed blood, patted it on Fang Lang's green shirt, and bloomed into a demonic blood-colored flower!

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