Changan.

Snow.

On the white jade square, the atmosphere became more and more severe, and even a little solemn.

As more and more evidence was revealed, the third prince Li Liancheng seemed to be trapped in an urn, unable to find any way out of the urn.

A pair of eyes stared at the third prince Li Liancheng, making him can't help but clench his fists, while the eyes of the third prince Li Liancheng were staring at Nanye Huo in the sect leader queue.

Grabbing. Just when everyone was staring at the third prince, the white-haired and white-clothed Chao Xiaojian laughed.

He walked out of the wind and snow, stepped down the white jade stairs, took a step and escaped a wisp of sword qi, and in the end, the sword qi rose like flames!

Chao Xiaojian stared at Nanye Huo.

Whether the third prince is the mastermind or not, Chao Xiaojian doesn't know, he only knows that the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect have suffered a lot of grievances in this resource war.

The senior sister of the head of the sect is not there, and the sword Shu Sect is the biggest towards the small sword, and he is the big at the small sword...... It is time to seek justice for these children so that they are not wronged!

Whoever makes them be wronged, he will return this grievance to Xiaojian!

It is not known who the mastermind is, but it is certain...... Donglu Sword Sect definitely can't run!

Lin Musha used the beast repellent bead to attract the beast tide, wanting to make all the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect die in the resource war, this is conclusive evidence, there is no doubt that although Lin Musha died, and died very miserably, but Chao Xiaojian still felt that Fang Lang and the others had suffered a great grievance!

Towards the small sword, he bowed his hand in the direction of the Taiji Palace.

Then he drank coldly.

"Nanye fire, come out!"

The sound reverberated above the white jade square, causing countless white snowflakes to explode.

"If you don't dare to follow, believe it or not, I will go three thousand miles east today and slaughter all the disciples of your Donglu Sword Sect."

The words fell.

Shocked, the entire White Jade Square fell into dead silence.

slaughtered the entire Donglu Sword Sect, if someone else spoke about this matter, everyone would only sneer and laugh, but the white-haired sword demon was ...... Maybe it did!

Then, under the complicated gazes of many sect masters, Chao Xiaojian turned into a streamer, tore through the heavy snow, and rushed into the sky.

Lin Musha's death made Nanye Huo's heart grief-stricken.

And Lin Musha's death made the Donglu Sword Sect no longer able to pick itself out, and Nanye Huo, as the sect leader of the Donglu Sword Sect, did not have much choice now, so he also rose up and chased away.

The two rushed into the sky of the nine heavens.

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Youzhou Demon Que.

Fourth Resource Station.

In the pavilion of the post station, the eldest prince Li Tianlin sat quietly, the fire was burning beside him, and the spout of the kettle was steaming.

Li Tianlin enjoys this feeling of having everything under control, playing with everything within the applause, he is like the Buddha recorded in the Buddha Sea classics, and he can suppress everything with a flip of his palm.

It's like playing a game of chess, the battle between the black and the white, everything is under his control.

He likes to see the desperate faces of his opponents.

is like the gentleman sword Wen Ting who was defeated by him back then.

He is different from the third prince Li Liancheng, in Li Tianlin's eyes, Li Liancheng is too stupid, too stupid, and Li Liancheng, who has been with those barbaric aliens for a long time, has become only able to solve problems with domineering and arrogant behavior.

It's easy to slip up, and it's easy to get yourself lost.

Li Tianlin's eyes were deep, he drank all the tea in the teacup, and slowly stood up.

The torrential rain was endless, and the breeze and waves it set off blew his four-clawed python robe.

Li Tianlin's eyes were a little far-reaching and profound, looking in the direction of Chang'an.

Li Tianlin felt that he was the only one who inherited the bloodline of the Tang Emperor, and he was really like the Tang Emperor when he was young, the kind of plan that was exhaustive, and that everything was under control.

The prince, he Li Tianlin is the most suitable, the future emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he Li Tianlin is the most suitable.

However, Li Tianlin knows...... He has never had the opportunity to become a prince in his life and become the emperor of the next generation of the Tang Dynasty.

The so-called dispute between the princes is actually just a joke.

Even, the third prince Li Liancheng was not liked by his father because he was too deeply involved with foreign races.

Father's favorite ...... It's just that stupid dick!

Li Tianlin felt very ridiculous, after waiting for so many years, his father was finally willing to establish a prince, and the result was ...... Not him.

He worked so hard, but the Tang Emperor turned a blind eye, but he was a stupid second brother, who didn't know anything, but he was favored by the Tang Emperor.

How can the future master of the Tang Dynasty be a fool?!

There was a fire burning in Li Tianlin's chest.

Looking at the rain curtain, Li Tianlin's eyes flashed a picture, which was the picture when he approached the iron law step by step.

In the depths of the imperial city, there is an iron law, which is the iron law of the Tang Dynasty.

An iron law poured with the blood of the children of the royal family.

Powerful, majestic, symbolizing strength.

The iron law has lasted for endless years, and it is the treasure mastered by the emperors of all dynasties!

It is also the power that he Li Tianlin is pursuing!

Every time Li Tianlin poured his blood into the iron law, Li Tianlin could even feel the iron law burst out with an amazing heartbeat sound, as if the iron law had turned into a real person!

Li Tianlin felt that in front of the iron law, he seemed to have become incomparably small.

It is this kind of insignificance that makes Li Tianlin more and more eager to possess and control the iron law.

Only by becoming the true emperor of the Tang Dynasty can he be qualified to control the iron law.

Li Tianlin looked at the dripping raindrops, the gradually hazy world, and his eyes were also hazy.

Father, Iron Law......

What really happened ten years ago?

Fantasy Fantasy. Ten years ago, Xuanyuan Taihua was lost in the Loulan Demon Que, and King Jiang Wu, who returned from the Demon Que in embarrassment, sealed himself in the mansion and never came out for ten years.

And behind this big event that shocked the entire Tang Dynasty, whether the Tang Emperor succeeded in impacting the power that surpassed the limits of the world, it seemed that there were not so many people who paid attention.

But he, Li Tianlin, is still paying attention, and he has been constantly tempting over the years, but he has not found any clues.

Was it a success? Or ...... Failed?

If he succeeds, he will never have a chance to ascend to the throne in his life.

But if it fails...... Then this is his Li Tianlin's opportunity, an opportunity to set off an uproar and change the established fate.

Therefore, no matter what Li Tianlin does, he must try it out this time!

Even if...... What's the point of messing up the world? Grabbing

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Fang Lang looked at the eldest prince Li Tianlin calmly.

In fact, in the post station, when he heard that the officials of Dali Temple were coming to detain them on the orders of the great prince, Fang Lang knew that he was wrong.

I guessed wrong from the beginning, it wasn't the Three Princes who instructed Lin Musha to lead the beast tide to attack them!

In other words, the third prince is just a backstabber, or calculated.

The real mastermind, the real nobleman behind Lin Musha, and even the nobleman behind the Donglu Sword Sect, is the eldest prince Li Tianlin.

Therefore, Fang Lang did not refuse, and came to see the eldest prince in person.

Killing Lin Musha may also be a bit unexpected by the eldest prince, which can be regarded as an unexpected change.

Fang Lang was dressed in blood, his face under the hat was not too eager, and for the eldest prince Li Tianlin, Fang Lang felt a touch of disgust and dislike from the bottom of his heart.

"You can kill Lin Mushu, it's really beyond my expectations."

The eldest prince smiled.

"What I told you last time, can you think about it?"

That time, the eldest prince and Fang Lang were talking in the palace of the Ministry of Rites, and Fang Lang refused the invitation of the eldest prince.

Fang Lang shook his head: "My thoughts have never changed. ”

The eldest prince raised his eyebrows, and then, poured a cup of tea, and slowly threw it.

This cup of tea actually broke through the rain curtain and floated towards Fang Lang.

"Have a cup of tea and think about it again."

"I'll give you another chance."

The teacup floated in front of Fang Lang.

However, Fang Lang slowly raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was poked out from the blood-colored sleeve, and his thumb was against his middle finger, and he flicked his fingers.

Airplanes!

The surrounding rain curtain exploded instantly, the invisible sword wave spread, and the floating teacup was instantly shattered and exploded by Fang Lang's bullet!

"The Tao is different, don't eat tea."

Fang Lang Road.

The torn tea turned into mist and was misty in the rain.

This snap of his fingers shows Fang Lang's attitude.

The smile on the eldest prince's face began to fade little by little.

"Lin Musha should have been sent by His Highness."

Fang Lang shook off the water stains on his hands, lowered his eyes, and said lightly.

As soon as the words came out.

Ni Wen, Liu Bubai and Ge Shu Yuehua couldn't help but be shocked, Lin Musha was not a disciple of the Donglu Sword Sect?

Wasn't it the Third Prince who sent her?

"It's just a test for you."

The eldest prince also said lightly.

"Test?"

"If I am killed by the forest curtain, it will not be a test."

"You will become a victim of a plan by you to calculate the three princes."

"The children of the royal family are all so arrogant, so arrogant, so cold-blooded, the third prince is, and so are you."

"Do you think that as a member of the royal family, you are worthy of the world's gratitude for giving a little bit of charity at will?"

Fang Lang raised his hand and obliquely grasped the hilt of the Lotus Life Sword in the box that was obliquely pointing at the sky covered by black clouds.

Little by little, he drew out the Liansheng sword.

It was as if a force was converging, trying to cut through the dense fog that shrouded the sky.

Around, the messengers of Dali Temple held the handle of the knife on their waists, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to freeze for a moment, as if the raindrops could not fall at all.

The atmosphere was tense in an instant.

Huang Ying and Jiang Linglong also held the hilt of the sword, their expressions solemn.

The performance of the eldest prince is equivalent to acquiescing to the fact that Lin Musha was sent by him, since this is the case, then they can only draw their swords. 巘戅追哟 Literature zhuI&#戅

"Toast and don't eat and drink, in fact, if you hadn't pulled out the Liansheng sword, I might have really saluted Corporal for you."

"But when you pull out the Lotus Sword, you become the same as that woman in Xuanyuan Taihua...... It's disgusting to be on top! ”

Li Tianlin said indifferently.

"You dare to draw your sword at me?"

Li Tianlin stood in a white coat, and soon, a playful smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"This was the case with Wen Ting back then, and so was your Fang Lang, as a student of Wen Ting."

"The master and apprentice are both so arrogant and so ignorant of awe."

Li Tianlin stretched out his hand, and on one finger, the rapidly falling raindrops suddenly suspended and froze.

"I won't kill you, I'm different from the third child, he will be dominated by anger and his reason will not be able to control his actions, but I ...... No. ”

Li Tianlin smiled brightly.

Step by step, he stepped into the rain curtain, and the rain curtain actually dissipated around him.

"Champion Lang...... You are very arrogant and confident, shining brightly, just like Wen Ting back then. ”

"If you join me, I will give you a bright future, but you choose to stand against me."

"Are you very proud of your talent?"

"Then I will plant a seed of fear in the depths of your heart, shatter your sword heart, and let you live in chaos...... It's the same with that Wenting. ”

Step down.

The white air of the eldest prince was flying, and the raindrops in the sky seemed to be stagnant, as if the pause button had been pressed.

A mountain-like oppression, a sense of oppression like a lonely boat facing a 10,000-meter wave emerged from Fang Lang's heart.

The eyes of the eldest prince Li Tianlin flashed with a bright golden glow.

There was a faint force that hit the soul, and it poured towards the waves.

Fang Lang's face was cold and solemn, since he would choose to come to see the eldest prince, he naturally had some confidence in his heart.

The enemy is most terrifying in the dark, but once in the open, the feeling of oppression is minimized.

In Fang Lang's view, the eldest prince is more hateful than the third prince, this kind of self-confidence, playing with people's hearts, that kind of lofty appearance, makes people's hearts nameless.

Fang Lang didn't understand the so-called dispute between the princes, and he had no intention of getting involved in this kind of battle.

However, he didn't want to, but he couldn't avoid it.

In the face of this involuntary wave, then he opened his fangs and tore this big net to pieces, just like when he faced the three princes.

It's just that at that time, it was a bit of luck.

And now, Fang Lang has confidence.

What is Fang Lang's confidence?

It's not the use of the card, but the help of Wen Ting, maybe it can burst out with an incomprehensible power.

However, it's not a sure deal.

His confidence is the Lotus Sword!

Fang Lang rubbed the hilt of the Lotus Sword, and the Lotus Sword of the Lotus Sword seemed to begin to breathe in and out again.

This feeling is the same as the situation in the Autumn Ridge Demon Que.

The Lotus Sword seemed to come to life.

The Lotus Sword left by Xuanyuan Taihua slumbered with a touch of will in the sword.

No one else can use it, but Fang Lang can!

Because there is a sword intent seed in the Fang Lang Dantian cyclone, and with the help of Wen Ting, he can use this sword intent seed to urge with sword intent!

This is the confidence of Fang Lang to dare to face the great prince! Grabbing

He wants to be like an indomitable swordsman, who cares about any storm on you.

I draw my sword and tear everything apart!

Wen Ting didn't dare to swing his sword, he Fang Lang dared!

The golden light in the eyes of the eldest prince became more and more brilliant, as if a unique "domain" had formed, enveloping Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and others.

In everyone's hearts, the figure of the eldest prince seems to be constantly rising taller, like turning into a god overlooking the ants in the world.

That kind of oppressive feeling makes people's hearts almost collapse!

Huang Ying was a little desperate, her face changed drastically, it turned out that this was the situation that Wen Ting was facing, it turned out that it was such despair!

Huang Ying once scolded Wen Ting's incompetence and was sad about Wen Ting's disobedience.

However, now Huang Ying really understands the despair that Wen Ting had endured, the despair after being crushed by the sword heart.

Fang Lang closed his eyes, and the spiritual thoughts surged into the Lotus Sword, mobilizing the sword intent seeds in the dantian cyclone, and the slightest sword intent was mobilized, and frantically poured into the Lotus Sword.

Fang Lang seemed to see a world inside the Lotus Sword.

Vaguely, there seems to be a white-clothed figure, peerless.

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Airplanes!

A gourd was thrown quickly, smashing into the rain and mud, and in an instant, the gourd exploded, shattered, and the wolfberry tea soaked in wolfberries spilled all over the ground.

Huang Ying, Ni Wen, Liu Bubai and others suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies relaxed.

Even Fang Lang was stunned and opened his eyes slightly.

saw a lazy figure descending from the sky, blocking in front of them, holding a thin sword, slowly straightening his waist.

It seems to hold up a whole piece of heaven and earth.

Countless rainstorms have been lifted against the trend!

Wen Ting arrived and stood between Fang Lang and the others and the eldest prince.

He stared at the eldest prince, and the golden eyes of the eldest prince were also staring at Wen Ting.

Between the collision of each other's eyes, Wen Ting held his sword and smiled.

"Your Highness, long time no see!"

"You're still the same, disgusting."

The eldest prince's golden eyes looked at Wen Ting indifferently.

"You still dare to appear in front of me, I can destroy you once, I can destroy you a second time."

The eldest prince raised his hand, aimed at Wen Ting from afar, and squeezed it violently.

The air around Wen Ting seemed to be clenched!

The endless oppression fell on Wen Ting's body, making Wen Ting's weak body seem to kneel down at any time.

Suddenly!

Wen Ting smiled, a flush on his face.

He's waited too long for this day!

"There was once a young man who told me that ants can kill elephants, and mortals can kill immortals...... The body may be humble, but don't lose the courage to swing the sword. ”

"I've learned."

"Today, I'm going to wield the sword I lost."

"Swing a sword I didn't wield back then!"

Wen Ting smiled brightly.

On his body, there seemed to be shackles, and between the light taps of his fingers, there was a sword qi spray, smashing the shackles one by one, and his breath began to soar!

From the artistic conception of the four-grade sword, it has stepped into the fifth, six, and seventh, until it has climbed to the peak of the seventh!

Then, the sword in Wen Ting's hand seemed to turn into a terrifying giant shark, opening its fangs and devouring the sword qi, sword intent and strength on Wen Ting's body.

The sword qi and power hidden in the lungs, in the kidneys, in the heart, and hidden in the internal organs were all devoured by the sword in Wen Ting's hand!

Feed the sword with your body!

It's like raising hungry wolves in captivity with flesh and blood, waiting for the moment of slaughter, and devouring the entire mountain forest!

This is not Fang Lang's half-hung "feeding the sword with his body" reproduced with the help of the borrowing card. 巘戅 Bora baOlais 戅

This is a sword that Wen Ting has been raising for ten years.

A truly murderous secret technique!

Li Tianlin's eyes condensed slightly, as if he didn't expect that Wen Ting, who had been defeated by him and had wasted so many years, would actually be able to break free from the shackles in front of him and step into the seventh grade.

"Seven pins, good."

"But it's not enough."

Li Tianlin said lightly, his eyes were bright and golden, and the endless coercion was rolling.

He watched like this, watching, as if a god-like phantom had condensed behind him, and stepped out of the soles of his feet towards Wen Ting, who was wielding his sword, as if he had raised his foot and trampled on an ant.

However, his movements quickly froze!

The corners of Wen Ting's bearded mouth were grinning.

Instantly.

Wen Ting's cultivation realm that had reached the peak of the seventh rank was actually constantly collapsing at this moment, retreating like a tide.

Liupin...... Wupin...... and even return to the four products......

And after the fourth product, it is still falling.

Every time he dropped, Wen Ting's sideburns were a little more frosty.

Second product, first product, last ...... There is not a drop of cultivation on his body.

Frosty hair all over his head.

Ordinary like an ordinary person holding a sword.

The golden eyes of the great prince are like gods.

Wen Ting's dark eyes looked like a mortal looking up at the gods.

looked at the eldest prince Li Tianlin.

Wen Ting handed out a sword in an ordinary way.

The phantom of the giant, which seemed to be about to step on a foot, was cut open, and the endless momentum like a mountain was cut open.

The darkness in front of the eldest prince Li Tianlin, the torrential rain, and the space were all cut open.

This sword is like a mortal stepping on the top of a mountain and wielding a sword to kill the gods!

"Monday Yuan!"

"Help me!"

Li Tianlin looked at this sword, his pupils constricted for the first time, and he let out a roar!

A roar for help!

Wen Ting, a madman, has been grinding for ten years, just for a sword!

His outstretched palm was pierced by the sword, and golden blood flew like it, and the sword pierced through his palm, his arm, until it spilled into his chest, his heart!

Coming out of the back!

And Wen Tingcan let go of his hand with a smile.

Ten years of raising swords, once out of the cage!

The thin sword that pierced Li Tianlin's heart trembled suddenly, as if it was moaning like a beast, like a hungry wolf out of the cage.

Bring up a puddle of golden blood!

crossed back and forth in Li Tianlin's body.

Li Tianlin's heart, lungs, liver, and internal organs were all pierced by this wisp of sword qi!