When Wang Quanquan woke up again, he found himself in a prison cell, surrounded by thick meteorite on the walls, with no windows open, and it was pitch black, and he could only see the whole picture through the fluorite embedded in the wall.

In the same room as the king's authority, there was also Shi Tongtian, the other party's hands and feet and even his neck were shackled, and strange inscriptions were engraved on the locks, and the brilliance flowed, hindering the operation of his spiritual power.

Wang Quanquan sat up, touched his somewhat dizzy head, and muttered:

"What's wrong with me?"

"Master, you just got stunned by a slap from the Imperial Princess." Shi Tongtian replied in a muffled voice.

"What about the others?"

"I don't know, it seems that only the two of us are locked up."

Wang Quanquan sighed, as if he had offended that mother-in-law to death, and the voice of Shi Tongtian sounded again:

"Master, just now when you fainted, Imperial Concubine Yang ordered your hand to be cut off, thanks to the two girls interceding."

"Two girls?"

"It's Miss Yao Hong and Princess Yang Dingchun."

"Then the girl will intercede for me?"

"Well, the princess asked me to tell you that the favor she owes has been paid off."

"Who made her return the favor?"

Wang Quanquan was a little unhappy, he had a set of top-level recovery spells, not to mention cutting off a hand, even if the head was gone, it could still grow, and the other party was tantamount to wasting the opportunity by doing so.

When he was lamenting, he found that he didn't seem to have shackles on his body, so he was overjoyed and wanted to escape from prison, but after trying back and forth for a long time, there was no slightest spiritual power fluctuation in his body, as if he had been completely beaten into a mortal.

"What about my cultivation? Can I fly to the heavens and escape to the earth? The king's voice changed in such a hurry that his voice changed.

Shitongtian is not in a hurry and does not slow down:

"Master, Imperial Concubine Yang is notoriously good at sealing, think that slap has already sealed your cultivation, if you cut off another hand, you are afraid that you will really lose blood and die like a mortal."

Wang Quanquan was completely dumbfounded, leaning against the wall and not moving.

……

In the northern battlefield, the battle has reached a fever pitch, and the Mahayana battle, which can affect the battle situation, has also come to an end.

Wu Beiyao relied on his supernatural powers to forcibly ascend to the Mahayana period, but it was only a false realm after all, and in the face of a strong person who was a cut above himself in terms of realm and experience, he soon showed a decline.

The other party locked him in place with a proverb that contained heavenly might, and then smashed it with a punch, smashing most of his body.

The Mahayana monk knew the rules of balance between the two realms, and naturally there was no need to show mercy to a false realm, if it was allowed to grow, it would not be conducive to Yang Cang, so he decisively crushed his soul.

Wu Beiyao, a senior who helped many rising monks to cultivate themselves, fell on the battlefield like this.

He rarely has deep friendships with others on weekdays, and he doesn't have many friends, but one of the female cultivators of Yanjun Peak shed tears when she saw this scene.

The battle continued, and the elders of the Bi family faced the Yang Huang Sword.

The old man had always had the intention of subduing, so he didn't kill him, and the other party was not polite, and he went to the point.

The reason why the bullfighting sword is called the first sword of Yang Cang is not because it is the sword of the first generation of Yang Huang, nor because of its sharpness, but because he can find out the weaknesses of all things.

Sometimes this weakness is a point, sometimes it is a line, and if you cultivate to a lower person, this weakness can expand to an area.

The Yang Huang Sword Spirit can control the long sword in his hand to the smallest detail, and can accurately hit the opponent's flaws every time.

In the previous battle, more than a dozen monks were either cut off by the waist or stabbed in the throat with a sword, and there was no room for resistance.

The mid-Mahayana cultivation of the Bi family is much stronger than those low-level cultivators, and his weakness is very subtle in the eyes of the sword spirit, and he is constantly moving, which is where his divine soul is.

The old man obviously noticed this, deliberately exposed the flaw, and let it stab the soul on the side of the waist, and at the moment when the tip of the sword reached the weak point, the blade suddenly slammed horizontally, directly cutting off most of the old man's arms.

The latter could not hide his surprise, and looked around, but did not see anything wrong—but just now, he clearly sensed that someone was forcibly wielding the sword.

The sword spirit on the opposite side also thought about it, and after a while, he looked up at the old man and said bluntly:

"You set a trap?"

The old man, whose real name was Bi Yang, did not reply, and grabbed it in the air, attracting the majestic power of heaven and earth to pour into the wound, and in the blink of an eye, the lost left arm was born again.

In the distance, a smile tugged at the corner of the mouth of the young man who was fighting against Park Wen, and Park Wen thought he was laughing at himself, and waved a knife:

"Boy, you're too blind."

The young man glanced at him with disdain, if he had to do two things, he would have taken it down.

The young man gathered his mind and strode out with a sword, this scene made Park Wen stunned, and hurriedly raised his knife to resist, and his footsteps began to retreat.

The other party was unforgiving, chased after him, and provoked a sword, a flash of light flashed in Pu Wen's eyes, and he easily blocked the knife and pressed down with the momentum, and the head of the knife swept out one after another, and the blade almost grazed the opponent's neck.

The young man retreated in horror, the contempt in his eyes decreased, and the other party not only saw through his moves, but also easily broke them.

Park Wen did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead put away his knife and stood up:

"Boy, Panpandao?"

"Plate your uncle."

The three-foot long sword was instantly taken out of his hand, and Pu Wen seemed to have expected it, he dodged slightly sideways, and the blade flew past the tip of his nose, and he was able to take a closer look at this immortal weapon.

"Heh, swordsmanship is not good, there are a lot of small tricks."

When the long sword was about to turn back, Park Wen paused for an instant, raised his hand to grab the hilt of the sword, and a stream of aura rushed out, directly breaking the traction.

He put the long sword in front of him, his gaze swept over the blade, looked up at the young man and said:

"Can we talk now?"

The young man looked at this abnormal guy with a cold face, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

At the same time, the sword spirit in the distance suddenly fell into the downwind, and the old man of the Bi family took out a black iron sword box out of nowhere, and the mouth of the box was wide open and aimed at the Yang Huang Sword.

The sword spirit, who had always been unruly, actually changed color after seeing the sword box, and swung out a surging sword qi to turn around and leave.

The brine points to tofu, one thing descends to one thing, the centipede of the thousand-year-old Tao is no match for the rooster, and the fairy sword of ten thousand years of cultivation cannot escape the sword box.

This magic weapon has been in the Bi family for thousands of years, and no one cares about it, just because it has no other use than sealing the fairy sword, but it is very suitable to use it to deal with the first divine soldier in the Yang Cang Realm at the moment.

Not far away, Pu Wen still looked at the young man with a smile on his face like a pervert, the latter didn't want to pay attention to him, stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and the Yang Huang Sword, which was in a precarious situation, was immediately guided, and got rid of the suction of the sword box and came straight here.

Park Wen rubbed the long sword in his hand insultingly, and said with a smile:

"Come, call grandpa and I'll give it back to you."

"I think you're trying to die."

The young man was already holding the Yang Huang Sword at this moment, and his body exuded a supreme aura that belonged to the emperor, and Pu Wen opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he swung the sword at the other hand.

In the distance, the elder of the Bi family said anxiously at this time:

"Fellow Daoist over there, please stop this person."

Pu Wen looked at the overwhelming majestic sword qi, and pulled the corners of his mouth and said:

"If you want to stop you, this grandson is going to play with his life."

……

(End of chapter)