The body of the arrow trembled, and the feathers of the arrow shook.

The true qi in the arrow was divided into three waves, which vibrated in Vince Yue's body.

Burst......

Vince Moon spurted blood, mixed with broken organs.

He looked up into the distance, where the young boy stood tall, holding a bow in his left hand and a fan in his right.

Click.

The fan breaks.

Wen Siyue opened her eyes and looked at Wang Shoude.

Wen Siyue couldn't understand why her dignified county order brother would die at the hands of an ordinary person, this child's eyes seemed to be flashing something, when he led someone to grab the fan that day, this child's eyes flashed with this light, even if he kicked him down, the light in his eyes did not disappear.

That's an indomitable heart.

So his hand was destined to shoot this arrow.

It doesn't matter if this arrow succeeds or fails, what matters is that he has always dared to shoot this arrow.

Vince Moon slowly closed her eyes and understood.

Wang Shoude is a human being.

Liu Yitian glanced at Wang Shoude and Xu Fang, who were standing in a daze, and sighed softly.

Li Qingxian looked at the master of the bloody clothes gate, this invincible demon, with a worried face, and when he saw Li Qingxian looking at him, he hurriedly squeezed out a smile.

Li Qingxian said: "The blood old devil, the master of the Bloody Clothes Gate, has been harming Qiyuan City for many years, killing tens of thousands of people in Daqi, and colluding with Wen Siyan and Mr. Big, intending to turn Qiyuan City into a land of dead demons. This official announced that the bloody clothes gate has no king and no father, and the world will be punished! Since then, anyone in Qiyuan City who has colluded with the Bloody Clothes Gate will be killed on the spot! Today, I, Li Qingxian, worship the bloody clothes of the mountain! ”

Liu Yitian said loudly: "Divine Bow Sect, worship the Mountain Bloody Clothes Gate!" ”

"Qingshan Gang, worship the mountain bloody clothes door!" Wan Zhao, the leader of the Qingshan Gang, drummed up the true yuan and spread the word to the whole city.

"Qiming Academy, worship the mountain bloody clothes gate!" The voice of Feng Yemai in the prison shook the whole city, and countless students widened their eyes, and their eyes flashed with irrepressible excitement.

"Heavenly Sword Gate, Baishan Bloody Clothes Gate!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect shouted angrily.

"Kill!"

In the next moment, all sides attacked, drowning the Bloody Clothes Sect and related sects.

The blood old demon turned into a blood rainbow and disappeared, and as soon as Li Qingxian raised his hand, a spirit rune flew out, and he saw a red line flying northwest.

Zhou Hate stepped out and disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

In just a few dozen breaths, all the people in the bloody clothes at the venue fell to the ground and died.

After a short time, Zhou Hate returned and threw a corpse.

The blood-clothed master of the Blood Old Demon died.

Li Qingxian jumped on the high platform, as if he couldn't see Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting, picked up the bowl of cold dumplings with both hands, and put it in front of Li Gangfeng's tablet.

Then kneel to the tablet and salute it.

Li Qingxian got up.

Feng Yemai glanced at everyone on the high platform and said: "On the high platform, everyone led by Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting has been expelled from the door because they violated the rules of the academy, did not learn and did not know how to think deeply, blindly judged, and aided and abetted!" Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting were the first evils, and the old man should pass on the world academy and refuse to accept the two. ”

More than 300 people stood on the high platform, panicked and at a loss.

Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting stood still, motionless.

Li Qingxian once again ignored Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting beside him, jumped off the high platform, looked at Feng Yemai in the prison, and said, "Please Master Feng to lead people and clean up the bloody clothes door." ”

"Yes!" Feng Yemai, the prison officer, counted the manpower like a subordinate, including Qiming Academy and various major sects, and then led the gang alliance with Wan Zhao and other masters, and went straight to the mountain gate of the Bloody Clothes Gate.

"Let's go back and rest, and starting tomorrow, we will move into West End City one after another." Li Qing walked forward leisurely.

Xu Fang and Wang Shoude got revenge, they were in a trance, nodded, and walked forward in a daze.

Liu Yitian looked at Li Qingxian's back, and sighed in his heart, this person is really a generation of heroes.

Before, everyone in the Divine Bow Sect wanted to move into the North District City as soon as possible and take over the position of the Divine Sword Gate, but Li Qingxian kept looking for excuses to stop him, and Liu Yitian couldn't understand it.

Because of this incident, many disciples of the Divine Bow Sect complained, and some sects also secretly ridiculed the Divine Bow Sect.

But now, Liu Yitian finally understands.

Li Qingxian didn't look down on the status of the Divine Sword Gate at all, and the lowest goal of the Divine Bow Sect was to replace the Bloody Clothes Gate, not to become one of the four major forces in the Northern District City, but to become one of the four major forces in Qiyuan City.

"Master Li, I was greedy for a while, so I was deceived by the Wenxian order, and I asked my lord to give me a way to live!" Xiang Zhixue said loudly.

"Please let me live." That Lu Yuanting knelt down directly to Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian said as he walked: "My own way is my own way." The way of life is and so is the way of death. Now that you know that you have taken the wrong path of death, then find a new way to live, instead of continuing to walk on the path of death. The way of life has always been under his feet. ”

Everyone at the venue stood on both sides, bowed their heads slightly, and congratulated Li Qingxian.

A teacher looked at Li Qingxian's back and sighed: "It's a pity, Qiming Academy's years of hard work have been ruined by Xiang Zhixue, and since then, the Qiming Wenhui has become a laughing stock in Shilin." ”

"Yes, the leader of the Qiming Wenhui in the future, no matter how difficult it is to convince the public, it is really a grain of rat feces that spoils a pot of soup."

"Determine the leader inside, collude with the judges, and join forces inside and outside to murder the son of Gang Feng, and so on, we have no shame to face the world's scholars."

"It's a pity ......"

The teachers and students present sighed, and some of them looked at Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting angrily, angrily scolding the two of them for ruining the reputation of Qiming Academy and the hard work of Mr. Gang Feng.

Lu Yuanting looked ashamed.

Xiang Zhixue lowered his head, and the hatred in his heart turned into inexplicable pleasure: Good! Good! Good! Drive me out of the academy, then it deserves to make Qiming Academy ruined, and with my own future, the entire academy will decline, it's worth it!

At this moment, the powerful mana carried a familiar voice, spreading for more than ten miles.

"And Qiming Wen will sing snow poems."

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

Airplanes......

A strange sound shook, and the whole venue shook slightly, and all the readers who attended the meeting, whether they were present or who went to the bloody door, felt that half of the qi in their bodies suddenly disappeared.

Lines of visible orange qi surged into the sky, converging together, suddenly forming a huge orange vortex.

After an instant, the wind and snow within a radius of thousands of miles seemed to be like ten thousand swallows returning to their nests, and like moths to a fire, frantically surging into the sky above Qiyuan City.

People within a radius of thousands of miles looked up at the sky in unison.

Countless winds and snows converge into a long river of snow, rushing in the sky, shining on the heavens and the earth, just like day.

The long river of wind and snow that first arrived above Qiyuan City condensed into high mountains, standing still.

Later, the long river of wind and snow surrounded the snow-capped mountains and flowed endlessly.

After a while, I saw the sky above Qiyuan City, thousands of mountains competing for show, and hundreds of rivers contending.

Many of the participants were ecstatic, and they could clearly sense an indescribable connection between themselves and the mountains and rivers above.

The three hundred people on the high platform who had been hostile to the Divine Bow Sect also lost half of their qi in their bodies, but they looked at the sky without a trace of induction in their bodies.

An old voice echoed throughout the city.

"This poem, throughout the ages, sings the crown of snow."

Everyone was stunned for a moment and exclaimed.

"Mr. Toubei!"

"It's Master Zhang Moya."

"You see, the thousands of mountains and rivers in the sky are more condensed, if you get more Confucian comments, with the spirit of this poem, it is likely to really crown the poetry of Yongxue and gather mountains and rivers."

(End of chapter)