Qing Xuan's expression was hideous, when he saw the bronze people of the Twelve Towns before, he knew that the situation was not good,

But he never thought that Wei Xu would temporarily put aside Li Biexue and attack the two of them first.

And as soon as he made a move, he would be a thirteenth-rank supreme supernatural level of swordsmanship!

Taihuang beside him is only a differentiated body, and his strength is only sixty percent of his body.

was suppressed by the bronze people of the Twelve Towns again, and when he was caught off guard, he was actually punished by this Wei Xu with a sword!

"Immeasurable end, supreme swordsmanship-"

Qing Xuan's eyes were full of doubts for a while. He knew that what Wei Xu was accustomed to was the word 'mirror'.

The 'Mirror Flower Water Moon Method' itself is only eleventh, and it can barely be touched by the Avenue of Heaven and Earth.

However, it can mirror any of the supernatural powers, any feats. Therefore, when it is strong, it is strong, and when it is weak, it is weak.

But where did this copied supreme sword duel come from?

The inner meaning is immeasurable, and the ultimate Dafa should be only able to be exercised by the sect.

However, as far as he knew, before Zong Shou entered the Holy Rank, he didn't want to drag such a supernatural power to the thirteenth-rank supreme realm.

It's too late to think about it, and it's instinctive, and it wants to flash in the air. Flee far away from this land shrouded in derangement.

However, when this idea just started, I felt that the endless power of the magnetic element suddenly enveloped me.

The body weighs a million times, like a hundred Great Sumeru Mountains, pressing on his body. The tremendous force tore at him, not only did he need to deal with it with all his heart so that he would not be torn apart. The body is remotely controlled, and he can't escape at will, and he is almost frozen in place.

"Xu Fu!"

An angry shout, with a warning of violence. Xu Fu laughed and stood in place with a flat expression.

"Qingxuan Daoyou has offended! Xu Fu's life is in the hands of others, how dare he not do his best? If Daoist friends know in the future, don't blame me. ”

As he spoke, more Yuan Magnetic Power erupted. Layer upon layer, filling the void.

And just as the sound fell, Zong Shou's sword also came with the sound. It's also black and white, it's almost incredible!

Seeing this, Qing Xuan's white eyebrows raised slightly. However, my heart exploded. Finally realized.

"Thirteenth-rank supreme sword technique! The thing Li Beixue wants to obtain is a weapon that can increase the Xuan Dharma on your body!"

Doesn't this mean that the two of them don't want to know about it?

No wonder, Wei Xu would let Li Biexue go first, and kill Taihuang first.

Zong Shouyan's expression was indifferent when he heard this, and he was not moved.

"It's late!"

The black and white sword light is still unpredictable. Straight and straight on, hitting the dust swept by Qing Xuan. The blades are intertwined with gold wire. And in an instant, it broke those flexible silk threads that seemed to be cutting endlessly.

However, he was blocked by Qing Xuan, but he couldn't penetrate Qing Xuanyuan's soul, but he was only stabbed in Qing Xuan's shoulder.

However, the power of the black and white beginning also exploded. Qingxuan's entire arm, along with the flesh on his left chest. All devoured by this sword!

And Wei Xu's other sword also followed at this time. This sword is also a thirteenth-rank supreme sword technique, but when it is cast by the Supreme Realm Saint Venerable, it is several times stronger!

Qing Xuan was already seriously injured, and Xu Fu was restrained. The gold silk dusted and only resisted slightly. was Wei Xu's sword. Forcibly chopped.

And then the whole body. was simply neat by the black and white sword, one sword and two sections!

At this time, Wei Xu laughed out loud again: "Brother Don't Xue want to leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get your wish." this day. Wei Xu really didn't know how many years he had been looking forward to-"

Another sword, lifted into the air. When it reached the 7,000 zhang place, it slammed down with an unusually cold and fierce momentum. The sword is heavy, indescribably domineering!

Just stopped in front of Li Bixue, who was about to escape from the void, it was still the beginning of Yuan Yi! With just one sword, one of Li Beixue's hands was completely cut off!

Although the mirror flower and water and the moon are decided, although they can mirror the heaven and the earth, but the same kind of supernatural power Dafa, within a period of time, can only be mirrored three times at most, and it is not an infinite copy. After all, taking a picture in the mirror is only a moment.

When Wei Xu's second sword was rising, the sword body was already showing a dead color.

It's still the thirteenth class, and the River Styx is dead!

The dead ash sword light followed a strange and light trajectory, crossing the void.

And Li Bixue's eyes at this moment also showed a dead color.

Behind him is Yuan Jing and Lin Xuanjing, who is entangled closely. However, at any time, a fatal blow will be struck.

In front of him was Wei Xu's sword, which was a supreme sword technique that ignored the rank, even if it was a newborn baby, it could injure the Supreme Realm Saint Venerable!

That Taiyi Donghua Emperor used countless golden silk vines to fill the entire void. made him shackled and stumbled.

In addition, there is Xu Fu, who is also about to make a move. The bronze man of the Twelve Towns Kingdom, from beginning to end, was using the gem giant pupil to lock his qi from afar.

Twenty-four bronze giant fists and twelve bronze giant swords all have the ability to hurt him!

An indescribable despair. It is quietly spreading in the bottom of my heart.

Do you think you're a hunter, but in the end it's your prey? Everything you set up here will become a Shura cemetery where you are buried.

At this time, Zong Shou had already collected his sword and returned it to the sheath, and walked to the imperial study with the golden and unrepentant Yuan Shen.

At this time, no one could stop his footsteps, and in this Fenghua Palace, almost all the Saint Rank Venerables. At this time, they were all trapped by the green vines of Emperor Taiyi Donghua, and then strangled silently!

No one could escape from this Cangsheng Sword Array, and no one could escape from the blockade of the Outer Heaven Jedi Exterminating Floating Spirit Sword Array.

They couldn't do it when these people still had the strength of the Holy Realm, let alone after being suppressed by the Bronze People of the Twelve Towns Country?

There is no need to do anything, just use the mind to oppress, and the imperial study, which is still intact, has already collapsed. It turned into patches of dust, and was swept into the air by the strong wind that rose out of thin air.

Yin Yu was still sitting on the throne, although his face was as gray as death, his body was still straight, with a bit of stubbornness and stubbornness, and he looked at Zong Shou coldly, as if he did not fall behind, and maintained the last dignity. However, those hands had exhausted all their strength and grasped the armrests of the imperial seat. It's the same white color, lifeless.

"I have always said that I want to take your Yin Yu's life, and I will never break my word!"

Zong Shou didn't care about Yin Yu's gaze. With a faint expression, he glanced at Yin Yu and Zuo Xin, the two monarchs and ministers,

"I wonder what the world will say about today's events thousands of years later?"

It's not the two people in front of you who are asking, but the best friends on your side.

Jin Buregret subconsciously touched his nose, but only to find that he was still a soul body. So he stopped this habitual action, and smiled a little shyly: "Ah, yes, this one is careless, and he will become a loyal martyr." Drag your blessing, and leave your name in history. I can't imagine that I don't regret it today, and most of them will have a nickname in the future. Wen Zheng, Wen Zhen didn't dare to think about anything, Wen Zhong, Wen Lie's is always inevitable. ”

With complicated eyes, he glanced at Yin Yu. There is hatred, there is anger, there is pity and pity, and there is hatred for it. In the end, everything faded away.

"I don't know! Confucianism can no longer hold the pen of the Spring and Autumn Period, and in the future, when the sect guards you to dominate the cloud realm. Your great cadres and courtiers must sing praises for today's merits. In short, His Majesty is a sage and benevolent, with the world in his heart, and he can't bear to suffer from the common people. So he risked his life as a king, broke into the imperial capital alone, and beheaded the faint king. This Yin Yu colluded with the devil and regarded the lives of 18 million people in the imperial capital as grass mustard. Naturally, sin deserves death. ”

He smiled again: "If you are below, you must be the Yuanchen Emperor who was old and mediocre, and the loyal and good ministers who were mistakenly beheaded, and they should also be written in the annals of history." Otherwise, how can it reflect the lack of virtue of Yin Yu? Zong Shou You, the benevolence and wisdom of the living holy monarch? Then close the coffin and conclude that although Emperor Yuanchen was heroic and intelligent when he was young, he made good use of power and art to create a prosperous world of great business. It's a pity that he is old and dim, mistaken for a traitor, and is the king of the great merchant country. ”

Yin Yu's expression was even darker. His facial muscles twitched, the whole person could no longer support it, he lost all his strength, and collapsed on the golden royal chair.

He doesn't seek immortality, what he cares about most is the name behind him. However, at this moment, the fame of a lifetime has been put into flowing water.

Jin did not regret the afterglow of the eye, and saw Zuo Xin again. This person is quite virtuous, standing in place, but he is already exhausted. It is the self-extinguishing vitality that has destroyed all the chakras in the body.

For this Zuo Xin, Jin Buregret didn't care about it for a long time, didn't take it to heart, and couldn't help but sigh secretly at this moment, I knew today, why bother?

"It seems to say you and me too well. ”

Zong Shou rubbed his forehead with his fingers, with a strange expression: "It seems too shameless, people in later generations will really write like this?"

"It's only going to be more excessive!"

Jin Buregret sneered, with a bit of ridicule: "You disciples of the common life Dao, naturally you will try your best to praise it, so that the world can know the mistakes of Confucianism and prove your own orthodoxy." Most of your courtiers in the future will try their best to beautify them. If it comes, the great cadres will dominate the cloud realm, which is justified and blessed by heaven and earth. As for Confucianism—"

After a few hums, Jin stopped making a sound without regrets. After all, he was born in a Confucian family, so it's hard to say anything bad.

However, he knew that Zongshou was already a holy monarch in the entire Confucian sect that could not be denied.

If it is slandered again, it will only shake the entire foundation of Confucianism again.

If those great Confucians were a little smarter, they would quote the scriptures. Dig out the scriptures and teachings that are suitable and inappropriate, and apply them to the sect.

The holy monarch who surpassed the three emperors of antiquity, ruled the world with the scholars, did not sin with his words, and the king was under the law.

If you put aside all kinds of weird words, what kind of words to destroy Confucianism, abolish scientific examinations, and elect officials, etc. Zong Shou is actually a part of Confucianism, the most ideal kind of saint.

After pondering for a moment, Jin Buregret finally concluded: "In short, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain!"

"The winner is king, and the loser is the king?"

The Yin Yu's expression struggled, and finally sighed weakly,

"Your Majesty is benevolent, Yin Yu did not ask for anything else before he died, but only asked for the twenty-seven imperial tombs of my Yin family, so that they could be safe and sound in the future and not be stolen. ”

"Yes!"

Zong Shou slashed his sword and cut off Yin Yuren's head. When Yin Yu still had his last consciousness, he said coldly: "However, I also have a promise, I will definitely make your Yin family bloodline, this domain extinct!" (To be continued.) )