Chapter 505: Sword Out

"Uncle is already here?"

The firelight flickered, stretching the plump shadow on the man's side very long, he paused and looked back at her with astonishment in his eyes: "When did he arrive?" ”

The slender waist shook gently, Lou Ji walked with a feminine charm, and her words seemed very casual:

"I don't know exactly when, but when I found out, he was already there."

Standing in place and pausing for two breaths, Xu Yuan quickly caught up with Lou Ji, and chuckled slightly embarrassedly:

"Can't you squeak me in advance if you come early, it's not that you can't say this."

Lou Ji rolled her eyes helplessly, full of charm:

"It's not that you don't know, if you don't want to, your uncle won't be able to call even your father, how can I, an outsider, know his whereabouts."

As she spoke, Lou Ji turned her cheeks sideways, her slender eyelashes drooped, her eyes were half-narrowed, and there was a hint of a demonic smile on the corners of her lips:

"Looking at Ling's expression at the time, I thought you weren't interested in that blonde girl at all, why are you suddenly scared now?"

“.”

Xu Yuan quickened his pace slightly, did not continue the topic, and asked softly:

"Sister, is it really okay for us to go so slowly?"

The speed at which the two of them walked was not slow, but in less than half an hour, they had probably walked out of the corridor for several miles, but Xu Yuan had seen how big the aftermath of the saint's battle was.

Whether it was in the vicissitudes of his previous life, or in the reality of this life, he had seen it.

The majesty of the barbarian king who has just entered the realm of the saint can already be called monstrous, although I have not seen the serious appearance of the uncle, but it can be seen from the final boss battle with the father in the cangyuan.

That battle directly knocked the entire city of Di'an into ruins.

In Cangyuan, the city of Di'an is not large, with only a few maps.

But in reality, Di'an City is a huge city, stretching so far that there is still no end in sight when viewed from a high altitude.

And judging from the information revealed by Lou Ji's occasional words, that uncle's strength seems to be higher than that father. After all, when you are moving towards your ideals all your life, you will always need to give up something.

Lou Ji's moving eyes were bent into two crescents:

"You're afraid the fight will affect you?"

Xu Yuan nodded very sincerely:

"I can't stand the aftermath of the saint."

"Changtian, have you forgotten?"

Lou Ji raised her snow-white lotus arm, rubbed Xu Yuan's long hair, squinted her eyes, and said softly:

"You're in the Prime Minister's Mansion right now, and today is the last day of the feast."

“.”

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan let out a dumb chuckle.

In the plot of Cangyuan, many high-level officials in Xiangfu died outside, dying on the 1V1solo with the protagonist of the plot, if the top bosses are gathered in Xiangguofu, even if the players in the saint period do not open, they can only be beaten to death by the group.

"That's right, but I'm too careful."

The hanging heart was put back again, Xu Yuan's mind began to liven, and he asked softly: "Sister, do you think the person who was teleported over will really be Emperor Xi'an?" ”

Lou Ji did not answer the rhetorical question:

"You think that girl is lying to you?"

Xu Yuan shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer, but the look on his face already showed that he didn't believe it.

The words that popped out of Ao Lunli's mouth, Xu Yuan didn't believe a word.

Oren Li as an envoy to the Great Yan, Emperor Sean must have known, and in this case, he also responded to the teleportation and came to the unknown hinterland of the vast empire alone, how bold or confident did he have to do?

"I think it might be true."

Lou Ji chuckled lightly and said with a leisurely smile: "Even if it is not Emperor Sean himself, he will at least be a saint." ”

Xu Yuan glanced at the pitch-black corridor behind him and asked in a low voice:

"Why do you think that?"

"A woman's intuition, of course." Lou Ji smiled: "I think that blonde girl dares to do this, there must be a confident other end of the teleportation array will respond to her." ”

Xu Yuan chuckled and shook his head:

"Sister, you are doing intelligence work, it is not a good habit to trust intuition, and risk the life of a saint to save a primordial princess? The Sean Empire is mostly insane. ”

Lou Ji glanced at Xu Yuan, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes:

"Changtian, Hua Hong is also the beginning, Jiang He and Xu Xinyao are even just condensing souls, do you think their importance will be lower than that of a saint?"

“.”

"Cultivation can indeed decide a lot of things, but it can't decide everything, that blonde girl probably has something unusual for the Sean Empire."

Lou Ji said slowly, raising her eyes to look at the top of the cramped corridor.

Her gaze seemed to pass through the huge formation that enveloped the entire underground, through the thick layer of soil, and saw the prosperous feast in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After staring at the sky for a few breaths, Lou Ji retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward:

"And if people don't come, won't this plan fail? Your father is still waiting to use the opportunity you have created to get rid of a group of people who are disobedient. ”

Xu Yuan slowly followed, and said with a smile:

"If he really comes, my father has no other plans?"

"Absolutely."

Lou Jiyu waved her hand slightly: "If you really come, your maternal uncle should bring some words to the saint from Sean on behalf of your father."

"After all, with the current situation, if you make a deal with the high-level of the Sean Empire, you will have a lot of benefits, and the benefits you will get are much greater than killing a saint."

In a dark and narrow prison, two men who seem to have fallen to the dust. The moment the eyes met in the air, the air between heaven and earth seemed to be distinct.

In a silent space, Aulenli, who was half-kneeling on the ground, unconsciously pursed the corners of her lips.

The Emperor and the man in white were just standing there, and she felt a faint difficulty in her breathing.

It made her very uncomfortable.

She prefers to look down rather than look up.

But at this moment, she had to lower her head because the aura emanating from the two of them was too scorching.

"Da"

A soft footstep sounded in the silent and empty prison, and the man hidden in the shadow of the corner took a step forward.

But as he took a step forward, his figure was still shrouded in shadow.

The immaculate radiance of the Emperor's body seemed to be eroded, and as the man moved, the darkness spread again in the prison.

No, it's not.

The prison was simply restored to its original form, dark, rotten, and damp.

The voice of each step of the man is soft, but it seems to step on the heart of the person.

The emperor looked at the man with the sword, and at the moment when the other party stepped again, clear blonde hair escaped from under the purple and black robes, as if it was a greeting and a provocation.

Feng Jiuxuan paused.

The darkness beneath his feet was dispelled with holiness, and the light reflected on the white garment of his body was three points better than snow.

Rather than this gloomy prison, the two figures should have met on the top of a famous mountain, or on the rushing Hailuo River, accompanied by wind and rain or snow.

That picture should be beautiful.

But unfortunately, all that was in this prison was a silent and eerie air.

Feng Jiuxuan slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath.

A sword roar pierced the silence, as if cutting off the light, bisecting the light and darkness in the prison.

The inner walls of the special prison shook slightly, and then the vibrations turned into cracks, like spider webs, and cracks crawled all over the six walls of the prison.

Without any words, Feng Jiuxuan just drew his sword quietly.

And the emperor also quietly watched the man draw his sword.

The cold wind set waves in the closed room, and Aureli's face turned a little pale, and wisps of blood appeared on Olenli's delicate skin, but they healed in an instant under the light of the light around her.

The sword has not yet come out, but the sword has arrived.

Tomorrow retreat, try to write seven thousand

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(End of chapter)