No more snow flies in Chang'an.

The sky was full of burning clouds, and crimson clouds rolled over the sky, like a huge furnace burning behind it.

And below, everyone is watching and looking up in shock.

Over the Imperial City.

The iron law that had disappeared reappeared, just as it disappeared mysteriously, and appeared mysteriously, tearing the space with ease and shocking the world.

It's just that unlike before, under that iron law, a figure suddenly appeared.

A bloody coat, with a face that has not faded immaturely.

This face, which once shined in the White Jade Square, and the figure that once appeared on the White Jade Danqi, appeared in front of everyone's eyes in a way that exceeded everyone's expectations!

Under the iron law, the figure holds a bow.

Ruthless, bow to pull the full moon!

At that moment, Fang Lang seemed to become radiant.

Lu Taixuan, Li Pu and other important ministers of the imperial court all had their eyes constricted, staring with a little disbelief.

Fang Lang...... How did it have to do with the iron law?!

Many imperial histories, many officials opened their mouths slightly, and couldn't help but gasp.

The third prince, Li Liancheng, lay on the ground, tilted his head, and looked blankly.

The second prince smirked, and the fifth princess looked at the young man under the iron law with curiosity and inquiry while coughing.

Woohoo!

The iron law blood arrow, which represented the iron law of punishment, actually shot out of the bow in the young man's hand at this moment.

At this moment, the boy seems to represent the iron law, and the iron law chooses the boy!

The sect masters of the ten major sects were all shocked.

The sect masters of the Great Dao Sect, the Mai Sect, the Xianwu Pagoda, the Guanfohai and other major sects were filled with earth-shattering waves.

The young man is surrounded by lotus life, and the iron law on his head represents the iron law of archery.

In the eyes of everyone, an arrow shot by the young man rushed into the Taiji Hall and nailed Nanye Fire to the ground.

Then, another arrow was shot, and the arrows all spilled into Nan Yehuo's body, nailing his soul!

The attack of the iron law hurts the soul.

Even if Nanyehuo's strength is extremely strong at this moment, even with the help of Da Huandan, there is almost an instant when he can touch the threshold of detachment.

However, under the consensus of all practitioners in the Tang world.

As long as you have not detached, you cannot escape the judgment of the power of iron law.

The blood arrow of the iron law can pierce the soul and bring heavy damage!

Even if it is at the peak of the Nine Grades realm, it is also the same.

Therefore, Fang Lang represents the arrow shot by the iron law, which nailed the Nanye fire that touched the threshold of transcendence to the ground.

Of course, the most important point is that the majestic figure on the throne actually stretched out his hand, pinched the sword that was assassinated by Nan Yehuo, and directly pinched it!

Nanye Huo's heart was traumatized, and coupled with his shock, he had no time to resist this iron law blood arrow for a while.

Nan Yehuo felt that his soul was about to be nailed and burst, his mouth was bloody, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the majestic figure.

"Could it be...... Is everything wrong? ”

Nanye was bleeding and struggled to get up from the ground.

However, as soon as he got up, a blood-colored arrow shot out from outside the Taiji Hall again, piercing his back and spilling into his soul.

Boom!

Nanye Fire was pressed to the ground again by the force of the arrow.

His arms were trembling, and the blood in his mouth and nose was like a torrent bursting from the embankment.

The sky above the Taiji Hall.

Fang Lang is a bloody coat, ruthless, bending his fingers, holding arrows, bending bows, shooting!

A series of movements, without the slightest stagnation, the movements are sharp and fast.

He seems to represent the ruthless iron law, judging Nanye Huo.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of Nanye Fire being shot through by arrow after arrow in the Taiji Hall.

Nan Yehuo was desperate, he understood that the general trend had gone, and he knew that this time, he had made a mistake.

Nanye Huo's head was scattered, and his eyebrows trembled uncontrollably, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and saw the iron law of Fang Lang above his head.

He never imagined that this young man, who had not been taken seriously by him since he was a child, would become the key point to turn everything around and shoot the unexpected factor that changed the pattern.

looked at Fang Lang, who seemed to be incarnated as an iron judge.

"Again...... It's you ......."

Nanye Huo's voice was low and hoarse.

On his face, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

It's Fang Lang again!

It's him again!

Nanye hates it.

He hated himself for not killing Fang Lang earlier, but he obviously attached great importance to Fang Lang.

However, this son was very difficult to kill, and in the end, he even became the culprit who broke his plan.

The power of the Iron Blood Arrow was corroding and dissolving his soul.

Nan Yehuo understands that he may not be able to survive, this calculation, this battle, he has finally become a fallen chess piece.

Nanye Huo staggered up, and he was full of unwillingness.

He was unwilling to fail like this, if he fell like this, there would be no suspense in everything, and the Donglu Sword Sect would also be destroyed, without any chance.

He needed to find a glimmer of life for the Donglu Sword Sect.

As long as he could get a glimpse of the truth about that great shore's existence!

Expose this truth to the world.

There will be people who are willing to take action to protect the Donglu Sword Sect so that the Donglu Sword Sect will not be destroyed.

I don't know where the power came from, Nan Yehuo's body accelerated suddenly, and in the angry eyes of the golden armor guards who stepped into the Taiji Palace, it was like a blazing flame was constantly burning, rushing towards the existence of the great shore.

Woohoo!

On the Tai Chi Temple.

Fang Lang had an iron law on his head, his body was suspended, and he was still shooting arrows coldly, and the will in the iron law controlled Fang Lang, shooting out the iron law blood arrow, shooting through the soul of Nanye Huo.

However, the frenzied Nanye Fire carried the pain of the soul and controlled the short-term terrifying power obtained by devouring the Great Returning Pill.

Nanye Huo came to the throne with difficulty.

He handed out a palm to the misty figure, and this palm touched the level of transcendence, as if to unveil the mystery of the existence of the great shore.

However, the majestic figure on the throne once again stretched out his palm and slapped it at Nanye Huo, as if he slapped Nan Yehuo's head in the air with a faster palm.

This is the palm that is truly beyond everything, unstoppable.

Nan Yehuo's outstretched hand froze.

With a thud, he fell to his knees.

His powerful aura was annihilated, and his soul power began to dissipate and dissipate.

Nanye Huo looked blankly.

He stared at the dense fog on the face of that great man, and at the moment when that great shore made a move, faintly, Nan Yehuo saw the thick fog and trembled vaguely, and then ......

Nan Yehuo's pupils suddenly constricted, and his eyes were full of disbelief!

"You...... You ......"

He seems to have snooped on a big secret!

It's a pity that it was at the last moment of his life.

The sky above the Taiji Hall.

Fang Lang had an iron law on his head, as if the iron law was incarnated, and shot an arrow again, piercing Nan Yehuo's eyebrows, completely tearing his soul.

Poof.

Nanyehuo's body crawled on the ground.

The soul is extinguished, and the divine mind is broken.

Vitality is completely extinguished.

The sword saint of the Donglu Sword Sect, Nanye Fire, has fallen!

Shot by "Fang Lang" on the Taiji Palace!

Then, in a commotion, strong people such as the gold-armored guards and the commander of the Janissaries swarmed in and pulled Nanyehuo's body down.

This hustle and bustle finally came to an end.

The powerhouses of the major sects were all standing in the white jade square, looking at the majestic figure in the depths of the Taiji Hall, silent, and their thoughts were turning.

Emperor Tang slapped his last palm, easily annihilating Nanye Huo's soul power, and his cultivation that was close to detachment, which also shocked everyone present.

Maybe......

The Holy Emperor is still the Holy Emperor, and he is still the supreme Holy Emperor.

He still has the power of detachment!

Inexplicably, there is a panic lingering in the hearts of many strong people, and as for what Nan Yehuo finally spied on, not too many people paid attention to it, because only Nan Yehuo himself knew what he spied on.

And he is a dead man, and he can't tell secrets.

Above the nine heavens, the fiery clouds began to retreat, and petals of goose feather snow began to fly.

The iron law exudes endless majesty, as if there is an ancient temple ringing the bell, lingering in every corner of the imperial city, as if there is a pair of invisible eyes in the iron law, overlooking everyone.

The will in the iron law no longer controlled Fang Lang's body, Fang Lang's consciousness recovered, and a strong sense of weakness came.

However, Fang Lang was in high spirits, and his eyes were shining.

At that moment just now, when he received the blessing of the iron law and shot the iron law blood arrow to nail the Nanye fire, Fang Lang felt a unique power and meaning.

This is what the cheap master said, the difference between shooting and being shot!

Fang Lang had a lot of insights, and felt that the realm of cultivation had improved a lot.

The power of the iron law, a little leakage is the supreme chance!

The iron law, which was no longer suspended above Fang Lang's head, seemed to have regained its cold and terrifying majesty, hanging over the Taiji Hall, exuding a suffocating coercion.

White Jade Square.

The powerhouses of the major sects knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing towards the Taiji Hall, silently.

Everyone is waiting for the Holy Emperor's judgment.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Chao Xiaojian floated down from the sky with Fang Lang in his arms, he stared at the lotus sword in Fang Lang's hand that was full of cracks and shattered the tip of the sword, and he was suddenly on the ground, breathing rapidly.

"Senior Sister in Charge...... Appeared? ”

Chao Xiaojian's voice was low and hoarse.

Fang Lang, who was dressed in blood, nodded.

Then, Fang Lang was mentioned towards the little sword, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye to the Holy Emperor, he spat out a wisp of sword qi in his heart towards the heaven and earth, wrapped in Fang Lang, and swept quickly in the direction of Youzhou Demon Que.

Fang Lang was a little stunned, as soon as he returned to Chang'an, he was taken by Chao Xiaojian to Youzhou Demon Que again.

In the sky above Chang'an City, there is snow drifting slowly.

Nanyehuo's body was taken out of the Taiji Palace, as if heaven and earth were singing a sad song.

The eldest prince Li Tianlin died, Nanye Huo died, and next, it should be the moment of the Holy Emperor's judgment.

As for Chao Xiaojian and Fang Lang who left, no one cared about it, and they didn't dare to care.

Fang Lang stared at the iron law, as if the iron law was incarnated, this is a symbol of identity, as if to convey a signal to everyone.

Even many imperial histories no longer dare to impeach Fang Lang easily.

Even the third prince Li Liancheng, who has been watching Fang Lang unhappy, understands that if he wants to move Fang Lang, he has to weigh it carefully!

Iron law on the head, shoot arrows on behalf of iron law.

This move and behavior made Fang Lang's identity no longer ordinary and no longer allowed to be ignored.

……

……

Wuwang Mansion.

Heavy snow is falling.

Princess Pei finally finished appreciating the transcribed poetry collection, and walked out of the room full of joy, admiring the snow scene of Chang'an, compared to the constant turmoil in Chang'an City, the slaughter of the demons in Youzhou is terrifying.

Princess Pei looked innocent and romantic, she came to the courtyard where King Jiang Wu was, looked at the courtyard door that was closed again, her brows furrowed, full of sadness.

"Husband has started retreat again." Princess Pei sighed helplessly, rubbed her hands, breathed heat, and turned to leave.

And the small courtyard where King Jiang Wu was located seemed to have an invisible force blocking everything.

Even the snow falling from the sky can't get close to the courtyard, and it will be torn to pieces by the terrifying force!

……

……

Youzhou Demon Que.

The torrential rain was still falling, and everyone looked at the gap and barrier between the two worlds that had been cut apart.

The female sword fairy in the barrier was still standing.

However, everyone could see that the cracks between the walls began to heal little by little.

Wen Ting, Jiang Linglong and the others looked at each other with complicated expressions, what happened in the demon que today was completely beyond their imagination and expectations, making it difficult for them to calm down.

The eldest prince Li Tianlin died, Xuanyuan Taihua, who had disappeared for more than ten years, appeared, and the iron law also appeared!

In the end, the hustle and bustle fell, and it was the iron law that rolled Fang Lang away.

They didn't have a Wanli Mirror, and they didn't know what happened in Chang'an City, they only knew that Fang Lang was taken away by the Iron Law.

"Are you leaving?"

Jiang Linglong wore a veil, tilted his head, and shouted towards the figure that gradually began to blur between the two world barriers.

Xuanyuan Taihua's whole body was shrouded in the brilliance of mysterious sword qi.

She looked down at Jiang Linglong below, and said with a smile: "Say hello to your father for me, thank him for his hard work." ”

The words of the female sword fairy made Jiang Linglong stunned.

"Why didn't you come back since you weren't missing?"

Jiang Linglong shouted again and asked.

However, the female sword fairy never replied again, but looked at the barriers of the two worlds with her eyes, as if she was looking at the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty, and there was endless anger.

The cracks in the two worlds began to heal and heal......

Outside the Youzhou Demon Gate, a sword light swept quickly, extremely fast.

Chao Xiaojian took Fang Lang and quickly rushed into the Youzhou Demon Que, speeding through the torrential rain and black clouds.

The cultivation of the small sword was unreservedly released, and he hurried at extreme speed.

The sky over the Fourth Resource Station.

Chao Xiaojian appeared with Fang Lang, but the crack between the two world barriers had already been completely healed.

The figure of the peerless female sword fairy disappeared.

Just as she came mysteriously, and now she mysteriously goes.

Suspended in the air, he had no protection, letting the torrential rain wash over his body, and the rain trickled down his jaw.

Chao Xiaojian was a little depressed.

He felt the fluctuation of Xuanyuan Taihua's sword qi remaining between heaven and earth, and after a long time, Fang exhaled a breath of turbid qi.

"I'm gone again."

"It's a pity, after all, I didn't get to see the senior sister in charge."

"What is it that can make Senior Sister give up the Sword Shu Sect and be alone in the demon world without returning?"

Fang Lang looked at Xiao Jian a little dazed, and couldn't help but speak, and told some things slowly.

For example, Xuanyuan Taihua personally promised to accept Fang Lang as a disciple, and for another example, Xuanyuan Taihua asked Fang Lang to pull out the remaining three swords of Lotus Death, Lotus Wheel, and Lotus Hui.

The gloom on Chao Xiaojian's face disappeared, no matter what, at least he knew that the senior sister in charge was not dead, which was good news.

As for the senior sister of the head of the sect who is adrift in the demon world, there is a sect and she cannot return, she must have her own troubles!

Otherwise, who wants to wander in a foreign land and never return for ten years?

Chao Xiaojian didn't know the reason, but he believed that the senior sister in charge must be carrying the pressure that he didn't know.

The only thing he can do is to do his best to keep the Sword Shu Sect and prevent the Sword Shu Sect from falling into the top ten sects.

Swinging away the rain from Xiaojian's body, he smiled.

Pulling Fang Lang, towards the position where the two world barriers were healed, towards the female sword fairy who seemed to be behind the barriers, full of sadness, looking at the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty.

Surrender.