Li Yuanxi muttered in a low voice, "It's really called Zhou Yiping."

Poof, the black line on the head of Ye Ziyu and the three of them is rising, and Mr. Li guessed the feelings.

Zhou Yiping, who occupied Yu Yang's body, stared coldly at Li Yuanxi below, his scarlet eyes swept every inch of skin on Li Yuanxi's body, as if he wanted to find some clues in him.

When his gaze swept to the hosta on Li Yuanxi's head, his expression was slightly stunned, not that he recognized the origin of this hairpin.

Instead, he felt that the style of the hairpin was too ancient, and Zhou Yiping rummaged through it in his mind, as if he had seen a similar style of utensils somewhere a long time ago.

just thought about it for a long time, but never found a picture of an artifact similar to it, and Zhou Yiping had to give up.

When his eyes fell on Li Yuanxi's waist, the jade pendant he hung suddenly lit up with blazing white light, and Zhou Yiping screamed miserably, covering his bloody eyes.

Li Yuanxi said secretly: "Good opportunity."

The figure of the young man in white dissipated, and appeared ten steps in front of Zhou Yiping as if he was teleporting.

The Fengxing Sword in Li Yuanxi's hand slashed horizontally towards Zhou Yiping's head, and there was only a faint layer of white light entangled on the sword's body, and there was no sword light at all, and even the sound of the sword blade cutting through the air did not come out.

This sword is really mediocre, not to mention the legendary sword immortal, even Ye Ziyu, who is not skilled in swordsmanship, can't help frowning when he sees it.

Although this Mr. Li is strong in cultivation, he can use a sword.

Well, it's not that good, really.

Wang Dingzhou and Liu Xiangbei also had puzzled looks in their eyes, no matter how they said, just wielding a sword with Li Yuanxi's own cultivation would never be without the slightest movement.

Zhou Yiping's bloody eyes were stabbed by the Haoran righteousness on the jade pendant at this time, he covered his bloody eyes and shook all over his body, the white light was nothing else, it was the Confucian Haoran righteousness.

Only Haoran Righteousness could inflict so much damage on his Blood Demon Dafa.

The identity of the young man in white is already about to come out, a Confucian disciple.

No, it's probably a gentleman, otherwise he would never have been hurt.

At the same time as he confirmed Li Yuanxi's identity, the blade of the Fengxing Sword had already reached a distance of three inches from the skin of his neck, and the strange thing was that Zhou Yiping didn't seem to be aware of the approaching threat at all.

Ye Ziyu and the three of them shook violently, and after they reached out their spiritual senses, the shock in their eyes became a little stronger.

This sword style slashed out by Li Yuanxi in the sky, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, there would have been nothing in the spiritual sense, and there would have been no such thing as true qi lingering at all.

Even the sword, an artifact that exists as a physical entity, has been turned into something invisible by a strange force.

The blade of the sword gently passed through Zhou Yiping's body, leaving only a faint red line on his neck, and he himself was unaware of it.

When Zhou Yiping's bloody eyes recovered, he saw Li Yuanxi standing opposite him and slowly retracting his sword, and the movement of retracting his sword was as slow as a turtle crawling.

Although he was surprised when the other party arrived in front of him, he couldn't help but sneer, "Your sword is too slow! What can you get in?"

Li Yuanxi smiled slightly and said, "I was afraid that you would hurt, so I deliberately slowed down."

Zhou Yiping laughed, and in the laughter, he slapped Li Yuanxi with a bloody palm, and the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Li Yuanxi did not change his smile, and completely withdrew the Fengxing Sword in front of him, from the sword to the sword was extremely slow, only drawing a circle in the air, like a cage.

With a snort, the world in Zhou Yiping's eyes was reversed.

Looking back, a circular mark burst out of a headless body, and blood gushed out from the broken neck of the headless body.

Li Yuanxi had already held the jade pendant on his waist in his palm, looked at Zhou Yiping's head and chuckled.

I saw him snap his fingers, and a white light rushed towards Zhou Yiping's falling head.

Unexpectedly, a strange smile appeared at the corner of the skull's mouth, and then the severed head and the body bound by the ring exploded.

Stump and severed arm

Merging into the blood cloud, the blood light condensed into a slightly illusory figure.

is no longer Yu Yang's face, but a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion and fair skin.

He was dressed in a red robe with intricate inscriptions, and the man's lips were thin and his cheekbones were raised.

It's just that there is too little flesh on his face, and his skin is too pale, which makes him look very weird, and he feels a little inhuman.

Li Yuanxi's figure slowly rose, standing in the sky at the same height as this man.

He looked at the other party carefully and said in amazement, "This is who you really are, right? To be honest, it's ugly, it's far worse than me."

The corners of Zhou Yiping's mouth twitched, he couldn't believe that this guy opposite could actually be a Confucian gentleman.

In his impression, aren't the so-called Confucian gentlemen all one-eyed and unsmiling?

This little cub not only talks a lot, but also wants to poke people's hearts every word.

Ye Ziyu and the three of them looked solemn, the middle-aged man who appeared out of thin air was too terrifying, and the aura emanating from his body was simply the same as the Yang Mingxuan he had seen last night.

It's another infant monk, what's going on?

Li Yuanxi called him Zhou Yiping, and Wang Dingzhou racked his brains and didn't find the slightest impression of this name in his mind.

Among the masters of Liang Guo for hundreds of years, there is no such so-called Zhou Yiping at all.

From time to time, the fleeing palace maids and eunuchs passed by in a hurry, because they were on the only way to enter and exit the palace, and the palace maids and eunuchs and concubines could only rush over with their heads down.

Most of the buildings in the palace are still intact, and Wang Dingzhou and Liu Xiangbei are very measured, only solving the stubborn guards and some internal guards.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two deputy commanders of the internal guard had already quietly slipped away when Wang Dingzhou rushed to the ancestral temple to make a move.

The palace maids and eunuchs have never seen this battle on weekdays, the palace is full of corpses, and His Majesty the Emperor is nowhere to be found.

It's probably the Yu family's luck has come to an end, wouldn't it be waiting for death if he stays in the palace any longer?

Most of these concubines and concubines are from famous families in the court, and their fathers are either high-ranking officials and eunuchs, or powerful forces that dominate one side in various places.

Now that the building is about to fall, it is the time for the heroes to compete for the deer, and the more people who get the news first, the greater the advantage in the early stage.

No matter what time it is, the first thing that comes to people's minds is their own vital interests.

But they ignored the crucial point, this was a battle between powerful monks, no matter how fast their two legs ran, how could they pass the magic spell?

Li Yuanxi looked relaxed on the surface, but in fact, his mood had already become heavy.

It is not difficult to kill Zhou Yiping.

But to protect the living creatures within 300 miles of the capital, it is difficult, it is as difficult as the sky.