The sword chant tore through the prison formation and quickly swept towards both sides of the corridor.

The length of the Qi Yuan sword was three feet three, and when the sword was halfway out, the man shrouded in the purple and black robes suddenly moved, or his aura suddenly changed.

The complicated robe continued to blow with the fierce wind, and under the robe and hat, a pair of eyes as clear as the deep sea could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, the star-like brilliance around him suddenly froze, and the faintly audible mountain roared and roared.

Feng Jiuxuan's lowered eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

In the space invisible to the naked eye, countless arc-shaped spell lines could be seen, and the white chains that shot out of them had firmly sealed his wrist with his sword.

Layered on top of each other, like a knotted spider web wrapped around his arm.

Feng Jiuxuan's sword drawing hand was still very steady, but the speed at which the sword was unsheathed gradually slowed down.

With every centimeter that was pulled out, more than a dozen white and crystalline energy chains shattered into starlight and dissipated.

When everything fell silent, the unsheathed sword body of Jing Yuan was frozen at two feet four.

This time it was a test of no victory.

Auren Li thought to herself as she felt the breath in the prison gradually settle down.

This was somewhat unexpected.

The strength of this Yan man was something he had never imagined.

As she grew older, as the magic ring continued to condense, she clearly felt that the "father" sitting on the throne could no longer be called a human in every sense.

And he was able to stay under her "father".

At this point, Aurenli's drooping eyes subconsciously lifted upward, looking at the man who was already bound by chains.

The prison was cramped, but there was still a lot of things in her field of vision.

The purple-black ring-shaped cracks made by the Boundary Stone, the countless white chains, the emperor's robe lifted by the strong wind, and the holy "father" descended from the gods.

But at this moment, there was only one sword left in Aulenli's eyes.

Whether it is a person or a thing, when a thing is beautiful to the extreme, people's minds will be uncontrollably attracted to it.

It was a flawless sword, halfway out of its sheath, and its slender body glowed with a magnificent green glow, so perfect that it didn't seem to look like a human thing.

Her heart fluttered, and Auren Li's body trembled uncontrollably slightly.

He had only experienced this tremor in the "father" in front of him.

And now, the second one has appeared.

But Orun Li still didn't have time to be amazed, and almost the next moment Oren Li saw Jing Yuan, death firmly grasped her heart.

Everything inside the prison began to fade and spread.

With that sword as the center, everything is lost, and only the sword remains.

The white-clothed Yanren's action of drawing his sword was stopped by Emperor Sean, but his sword momentum did not stop.

The blue pupils shrouded in the magic ring continued to contract, and Auren Li tried to see the sword of the white-clothed Yanren, and blood and tears unconsciously slipped down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes

"Close your eyes."

A plain and familiar voice rang out in Orunli's heart.

This fearful voice in the past gave her an unparalleled sense of security at this moment.

Can't look at it.

Suddenly coming back to her senses, Auren Li immediately closed her eyes.

Everything around is instantly plunged into darkness,

And then

Everything fell silent.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

The silence of the darkness made Oronli unaware of what was happening around her, but the beating of her heart made her realize that she was still alive.

In silence, Auren Li gradually opened her eyes.

Everything around me changed in silence.

It's like cutting tofu with a knife.

The prison is no longer in prison, and the originally hard and smooth inner wall is now covered with dense sword marks, and the most striking thing is the sword mark.

This is a bottomless sword mark, stretching out from the feet of the white-clothed Yan man, straight forward, and spreading until a sword abyss is formed in this underground!

After a moment of pause, Auren Li regained her composure, as the back of the Emperor's robe was still standing in front of her.

The terrifying sword abyss passed by the slightest of a second.

This sword was blocked by the emperor.

Wrong.

It's not a block.

From the beginning, the target of the sword of the white-clothed flame man was not the emperor and her, but the space pendant suspended in mid-air.

After the Boundary Stone was cut, the purple-black ring-shaped crack had already begun to deform, lasting for more than ten breaths, and finally shattered into bits of starlight and dissipated into the void.

This sword is both a warning and a threat.

After doing all this, Feng Jiuxuan's eyes looked at the exotic man shrouded in purple and black robes calmly:

"You're the Emperor of Sean?"

He spoke the Great Yan language, but it seemed to be able to reach the heart.

Holy Font.

Emperor Sean glanced at the sword abyss under his feet, as if thinking about something:

"Yes."

His voice also went straight to the heart.

"Poof."

The sword was put into the sheath, and a gust of wind lifted the hem of the two people's clothes.

In the boundless silence, Feng Jiuxuan's voice was very soft:

"Someone, want me to bring you a message."

Emperor Sean's gaze fell back on the white-clothed man:

"Lord of your dynasty?"

Feng Jiuxuan glanced at him, ignored Emperor Xi'en's question, and continued in a soft voice:

"He asked me if he would like to work with us."

“.”

Emperor Sean did not speak.

After a moment of silence, Ollenli immediately realized that the arrogant arrogance of the white-clothed Yanren made her "father" a little angry.

Feng Jiuxuan was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for the other party's reply.

Silence spreads.

The gaze under the robe was fixed on Feng Jiuxuan, as if he was assessing the strength of the Yan man in front of him, and it seemed to be considering the suggestion in his mouth.

The silence lasted for about ten breaths, and Emperor Sean's voice as quiet as a mountain wave sounded again, one word:

"Say."

Feng Jiuxuan raised his gaze and glanced at the other party:

"We need the Void Stone."

Emperor Sean met the other party's gaze and lightly spit out three words:

"Tell me the details."

“.”

Feng Jiuxuan's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the tip of the sheath nodded to Ao Lunli:

"The man said, leave her behind, and he will talk to you personally."

After looking at each other for a moment, Emperor Sean spoke up:

"She'll go first, I'll stay, talk to the man."

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan's expressionless expression changed little by little, and there was a hint of eagerness in his plain eyes:

"This is a notice, not a consultation."

“.” Emperor Sean.

"You have three breaths of time to think."

Feng Jiuxuan held the scabbard and stared indifferently at the magnificent blue pupils under the robe.

Silently,

The man shrouded in purple and black robes seemed to sigh softly.

Seeing this scene, Oleli instantly realized that the negotiations had broken down.

This "father" is going to have a real relationship with this white-clothed man.

He was not a loving monarch.

He had a bad temper.

The horror of death has hung over Sean's court since his accession to the throne.

His power is awe-inspiring, His methods are terrifying, and His disposition is intimidating.

It has only been a few minutes since he came here, and whether it is the arrogance of the white-clothed Yanren or the insincere negotiation conditions offered by the other party, this "father" has already angered this "father".

Pursing her lips, Auren Li didn't know if this decision was made by his moody temperament or because of his confidence in himself, but she knew she couldn't stop the other party.

The dozen or so magic rings around her heart began to spin rapidly, but her preparation was still too slow in the eyes of the two of them.

In an instant, the entire dungeon was violently windy, and the dazzling holy light erupted like a rising sun, and countless mystical patterns reflected each other in the air.

Emperor Sean moved, but Feng Jiuxuan was faster.

Shengxue's white clothes cut through the void and came to Emperor Sean as if he were teleporting.

If a sword is a momentum, then this sword is almost to the extreme.

Because of the sword abyss that was cut out, the surroundings were no longer cramped.

Feng Jiuxuan came first, like a terrifying dragon slicing through the air, and instantly arrived in front of Emperor Xi'an's flying robe.

The layers of protective light films appeared instantly, but due to the blade of the sword, everything was discolored.

In Feng Jiuxuan's gaze, the Qi Yuan cut through these thick light films like cutting tofu, and directly stabbed into Emperor Xi'an's chest, and the powerful strength on it disappeared in place with the two of them in an instant, and galloped away along the sword abyss.

The whining wind in my ears kept passing, and the red blood splashed all the way, blooming magnificently in the air like flowers on the other side.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at Emperor Sean, who was seriously injured in an instant, and there was no wave in his eyes.

The sword feeling in his hand clashed with the picture in his eyes.

Regardless of the sight, or the Qi machine sensed that Emperor Sean was stabbed by him, but the sword sense in his hand fed back completely different information.

It's not the tactile feel of a sword.

In other words, the picture in front of you is a delusion created by the other party.

The Saint Source Qi machine around his body surged, and after a shock, the picture in front of Feng Jiuxuan's eyes changed instantly.

They were still galloping along the sword abyss.

It's just that the tip of his sword did not pierce into Emperor Sean's chest, but was condensed by the other party's white and clean bare hand and grabbed an inch.

Emperor Sean's robe was now raised, and a palm was resting next to his head, emitting hallucinatory fluctuations.

Before I could think about it, a death machine had quietly crept into my heart.

After a short period of illusion, it had already given Emperor Sean the opportunity to set up a sky-high killing array, and the surrounding space was already crawling with cumbersome spell lines.

Single-minded. It is four-purpose.

With his gaze moving down slightly, Feng Jiuxuan saw Emperor Sean pointing at Ao Lunli's finger.

The other party was under his sword, and he still had room to protect his daughter

No, it's not just protection.

In an instant, the blonde woman who was half-kneeling on the ground was already wrapped in a layer of fine and dense lines.

The moment he sensed it, the lines were still taking shape, and the space began to vibrate.

Feng Jiuxuan realized what the other party was doing.

This Emperor Sean wants to use the so-called spatial magic ring to teleport Oren Li away

“.”

Feng Jiuxuan's unwavering mood suddenly rose with a hint of wanting to laugh, or maybe it was excitement.

Feeling the turbulent aura of death around him, Feng Jiuxuan held the abyss in his hand and stared at Emperor Xi'en, his voice piercing:

"Before you arrived, I heard your daughter say that you are the strongest person in Sean."

“.”

Emperor Sean did not answer, his clear blonde hair fluttered in the wind, and his indifferent gaze under his robe seemed to be looking at a dead man.

Feng Jiuxuan smiled.

He felt that the world had become a little strange.

He Feng Jiuxuan actually had a day when he was underestimated.

The snow is getting heavier.

As the side doors opened, a carriage quietly drove out of the imperial city and into the dark night.

The streets and alleys are silent, the hooves are crisp, and most of the lights in Di'an have been extinguished, only the red lights hanging high emit bursts of warm light in the cold and snowy night.

After driving in the wind and snow for an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped in front of the high gate of Yifu under the imperial city, and the three big characters engraved on the plaque above were still shining in the dark night.

Through the window lattice, Li Yunqing looked at the three big characters of Xiangguofu on the plaque, glanced at the deep lanes around him, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked up a curvature:

"Brother Huang, there should be a lot of people watching here tonight."

The prince sat opposite him, and his voice was warm:

"Lone naturally knows about this."

Li Yunqing grinned, with a hint of teasing:

"Do you know that you came here, what this represents, Brother Huang, have you figured it out?"

“.”

After a moment of silence, Li Yucheng smiled slightly:

"Yunqing, my brother just wants to prove something to my father."

After saying that, the prince didn't want to say more, got up and prepared to get out of the car, but as soon as he moved, he felt that his robe was being pulled.

Look back slowly.

The carriage was silent for a moment,

Li Yunqing exhaled lightly, and his cynical face showed a rare solemnity, he looked directly into the eyes of the brother in front of him, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, my father asked me to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight to ask for an explanation, do you know why I sent someone to inform you?"

“.”

Li Yucheng was silent.

If it weren't for Li Yunqing's message to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight, he might not have learned the news until tomorrow morning.

Li Yunqing leaned forward, folded his hands, propped himself on his knees, and said softly with his eyes lowered:

"I want to help you make a game for your brother before leaving."

Li Yucheng's eyes rose slightly:

"Bureau?"

Li Yunqing smiled slightly, and his folded hands clenched slightly:

"After the beginning of the year, I will be an envoy to Dongying, no matter what happened before, you and my brother probably have no chance to break the wall in this life."

A different color flashed in Li Yucheng's gentle and elegant eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to scold, but when the words came to his mouth, he turned into a sigh and spit out one word: "Hmm." ”

Li Yunqing glanced at the Prime Minister's Mansion outside the car window, which was drowning in the dark night wind and snow, and said in a very light tone:

"Father is using me as a gun to hit the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight, and although the time chosen for the Prime Minister's Mansion banquet is not completely torn, there is only a layer of window paper left."

"To be a brother is to come for this." Li Yucheng.

"No, you can't come for that." Li Yunqing replied.

Li Yucheng frowned slightly.

Li Yunqing chuckled and shook his head:

"On the contrary, you must stop me from transmitting the will of my father today."

Li Yucheng's brows furrowed even tighter:

"This is a slap in the face of my father."

"It's his face!"

"You're crazy."

"We've been brothers for more than twenty years, and you think I'm going crazy about this?"

Li Yunqing's hands were loose and tight, tight and loose, and he considered the words: "Only by doing this, can you have a chance to live." ”

Li Yucheng rubbed his eyebrows:

"Yunqing, my father can tolerate opposing voices, but he will never tolerate others disobeying and sabotaging his own plans."

"Brother Huang. You're wrong. ”

Li Yunqing let go of his hands and looked out the window, his voice was faint: "What my father can tolerate has never been the voice of opposition, but the voice of opposition from those who are useful."

"As long as you are of great use to him, he will tolerate you even if you copy his plans."

“.” The prince was silent.

Li Yunqing smiled and continued to ask:

"What do you think is useful to your father now, apart from this cultivation and the identity of this eldest son?

"The war in the north is about to end, Li Zhaoyuan will return to the imperial capital, at that time, do you think you still have a way to live, imperial brother?"

The words fell silently.

Li Yunqing reached out and grabbed Li Yucheng's hand, took a deep breath, and his tone accelerated slightly:

"Brother, listen to my advice, tonight, Brother Huang, you can present a certificate of nomination to your father and the Prime Minister at the same time.

"Father will tolerate you relying on the Xiangfu to fight with the second brother's sect, and Duke Xu will also support you and the second brother's representative sect.

"So, stopping me for a while is your only way to survive now."

“.”

The carriage was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the snow falling.

Li Yucheng opened his mouth, looked at the eyes of his younger brother in front of him with a touch of complexity, and was silent for a long time, he said in a low voice:

"Yunqing, maybe you come to be the elder brother, maybe this battle for the heir"

The words came to an abrupt end before they could be fully spoken.

The Dao Yun he cultivated made Li Yucheng's spiritual sense of crisis extremely sensitive, and without any warning, a breath of death that counted down from the hairs instantly enveloped his whole body.

Following Qi Gan's look, Li Yucheng was shocked but found that this breath of death actually came from the underground of Xiangguo Mansion.

What's the situation?

What is going on inside the Xiangguo Mansion now?

A stunned heart rose,

And the next moment,

The roar from the Prime Minister's Mansion gave Li Yucheng a reply.

It was a sword that illuminated the night.

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