In the wind and snow, the cicada held the sword, and the figure turned into a streamer and left.

Although the attendant was just a man of the world, a guard who was once ignored to accompany the emperor.

But after all, those who can carry swords still have some swordsman's foundation.

At this time, in the face of those witches and ghosts who didn't know how to deal with it at all, the attendants also gritted their teeth, stepped on the snow with their swords, and ran to follow.

In the wind and snow, there are streamers and swords, and there are people who hold swords.

It looks like a rather disconnected picture.

The squire ran quickly.

It's just that no matter how fast he runs, that sword light is still an existence that is difficult to catch, and when the attendant is still down the long steps, the cold cicada has already stabbed into the flower of the forerunner with his sword.

Then between heaven and earth, like black snow falling, the flower of the grimace, from the stamen, was shattered by Haoran's sword intent, turned into countless shattered witch and ghost power, and fell to the world.

The attendant stepped on the snow and ran down the long steps of His Highness, and in front of him was the black snow, the attendant did not hesitate, leaned forward, raised his sword to protect the door, and was about to crash through it.

He naturally knew very well in his heart that if a close servant like himself couldn't get close, he would naturally be like an ant in the face of those Nanchu witches.

And once you get close, even if it is an ant, an ant with a sword, it is also lethal.

It's just obvious that even if the power of the Styx has been shattered by the sword intent of the chilling cicada, the black qi that is the dispersed part is also extremely lethal.

The attendant had only just stepped into the place where the black snow had fallen, and an extremely piercing chill came around him, and the skin on his body that had been stained with some of the crumbs of the ghost flower had turned into a pitch-black necrotic appearance.

The attendant hurriedly raised his sword and slashed at the black snow, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect, and the black snow passed through the sword in his hand without hindrance.

The attendant hurriedly stepped back, he never imagined that he would one day face such a life-and-death situation.

No matter how you choose, it seems to be a dead end.

The figure of the cold cicada emerged from the broken ghost flower, and probably saw the servant who was blocked by the black snow below, and there was a sword intent around him, breaking through the black snow a path.

The attendant was still hesitating, but Han Cicada didn't care, just stepped on the wind and snow with a solemn expression, and then turned his head to look at the eaves of a distant part of the palace, and saw Liu Yueyue sitting there dangling his legs, and the latter nodded to him.

Some Southern Chu witches have been exposed because of the shattering of that ghost flower, and they are calming the surging witch river after the witchcraft was broken.

And more were still hidden in the palace, and only the sound of chanting witchcraft could be faintly heard.

The witch and ghost technique has been in effect for a long time, and the more it drags it out, the more difficult it will naturally be to deal with it after the spell is formed.

Han Cicada is not a person from Huangliang, and he has not experienced the battle outside Nanyi City, so naturally he does not know about the art of witchcraft, even if he can hear some faint voices, he does not know what it is.

This is the reason why he looked at Liu March earlier.

It's a pity that the latter seems to be wrong.

It's just that there is probably no mistake, and Liu March will not have any answer.

Although he stayed in Huangliang for a long time, after all, he was once a water dog.

If you don't understand, how can I understand?

And at this moment, the attendant who remained in the wind and snow on the ground seemed to see the hesitation of the cicada, and shouted loudly while carrying his sword through the black and snowy land.

"Your Majesty, Southern Falling Star Palace, that's a conjuring!"

Even if the people of the world do not understand the art of witches and ghosts, they also understand that killing people first kills those who summon spirits.

Otherwise, once the art of spiritualism is formed, there will be people returning from the river Styx over and over again, and they will be caught in a bitter battle through and through.

Hearing this, the cicada turned his head to look south, where there was a large hall buried in the wind and snow, and after listening closely, he faintly heard some chanting of 'the soul returns to the former residence'.

The cold cicada's expression froze, and the figure standing in the air in the wind and snow turned into sword light again, and went straight to that place.

And those Southern Chu witches also understood this principle, the figure of the cold cicada was stopped by the formed witchcraft in mid-air, the twilight snow of the mountains, the clouds flowed, and the extremely beautiful image brought by the power of the gloomy witch ghost Styx was obviously extremely rich and lethal. Although these are not ghost techniques that have been sung for a longer time, after all, there are a large number of Southern Chu witches, and one great witch technique can't stop the chilling cicada, and dozens of great witchcraft can naturally make the chilling cicada dignified.

It's just that Han Cicada is a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

The Liuyun Sword Cultivator with the sword in his hand is naturally extremely strong, even if he is a person from the Dao Sect, he will not fight with him.

The sword in his hand dragged the streamer and moved, like flowing clouds and moonlight, a brilliant scene.

Whether it is the snow and clouds, or the reverse flow of the Wu River, they are all cut off by the sword in the hand of the cold cicada, and they are forced to kill an incomparably clean path from the magic of those witches and ghosts.

Although Han Cicada lost to Qi Jingyuan in the Changjie outside Minghefang at the beginning, it was not due to the lack of understanding of the cultivation of Jian Yuan, between the two of them, the current matter, if Qi Jingyuan came to face it, it would only be more difficult to face.

After all, the cultivation of sword momentum is even more lacking in the ability to protect oneself than the cultivation of sword intent.

That flash of sword light broke through the witch and ghost spell that had gathered and dispersed for a short time, and fell towards the hall of soul summoning again.

However, at this time, the second flower of the sky bloomed again in the wind and snow high in the sky.

In today's battle of wind and snow, there are naturally hasty techniques and complete techniques.

The previous flower that reached the sky came in a hurry, but now this one is obviously not, covering the sky and the sun, the wind and snow are shaking, and the deep chant from hundreds of Southern Chu Witches is in the entire palace, as if it is night.

Or, the twilight has faded, and the night has come early.

The change in the image of heaven and earth has made the cicada unable to distinguish time.

Surrounded by countless black gases, the powder of ghost flowers fell to the world.

The figure of the chilling cicada stagnated slightly, and then he didn't intend to pay attention to such a ghost flower, and first smashed the yellow dragon and interrupted those soul conjuring techniques.

Just the next moment, his figure appeared in a large area of the River Styx.

The cicada sighed in his heart.

After all, there are many people.

This is not three thousand soldiers, it is three thousand Southern Chu Wu. Maybe there may not be many great witches among them, but the magic of witches and ghosts often changes in groups, even if it is him, it is difficult to break the witches and ghosts for a while.

In an instant, the river Styx, the ghost art reached the sky, and it was obvious that this was already the art of the underworld.

When the people of the Witch and Ghost Dao have enough time to bring the art of the underworld to the world, it means that the offensive and defensive forces have changed shape.

Han Cicada did not try to break the game again, but stood alone in front of him.

He's going to wait for something.

For example, Qi Jingyuan in the fake capital, and they are also like the world's hanging courtyard outside the fake capital.

Three thousand Southern Chu Wu, this is the main force that attacked Nanyi City at the beginning, and it is naturally impossible for Han Cicada to defeat it with his own strength.

Even if it was Liu Chunfeng, when he was in Minghefang, he only faced nearly 100 people.

In an instant, under the Styx and the Celestial Flower, the Chilling Cicada guarded itself with a horizontal sword, constantly passing through the empty space of the Styx world, escaping the attacks of those witches and ghosts and the power of the Styx.

A snow-colored coat of snow looked quite in the way at this time.

The chilling cicada briefly let go of the sword in his hand, and with sword intent, it surrounded his body, slashing down the power of those witches and ghosts that fell three feet out of his body, and then quickly tied up those wide sleeves.

It's just that the next moment, his mind is a little trance-like.

Hurriedly grasped the sword, shook the sound of the sword with the sound of the sword, and came to his senses again.

In front of him, Huo Ran was a lot of indifferent Southern Chu Great Witches, and there were traces of the Yue Xing Technique flickering in the Styx River under his feet.

He is holding the trick of detention in his hand.

Ghost art detention, in order to extract the technique of the soul, in the Styx power is especially strong in the yellow sorghum, the impact of such a technique is naturally more powerful.

Even if it was a chilling cicada on the four sides of the avenue, he lost his mind for a moment, and the sword intent around his body almost dissipated.

It's just that he reacted, holding the sword in his hand, cutting off the detention hand that was jointly performed by dozens of great witches, and then sneered, looking at the Nanchu witches who had not dispersed the witch marks under their feet.

"Even the people of the Dao Sect don't dare to get so close to the people of our Liuyun Sword Sect, how dare you people of the Witch and Ghost Dao?"

The expressions of those Nan Chu witches changed, but this time, they didn't even have time to show the traces of Yue Xing.

That Liuyun Sword Cultivator, who was still in the distance, had already appeared in front of everyone.

The night rain swords, people seem to hear many chilling cicadas wailing.

And then the head is different.

The cold cicada slashed several Southern Chu Witches with a sword, and in this snowstorm, blood finally began to see.

Even though the ghost art has an extreme momentum, it is just like the favorite sentence of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are too close to me.

The sword intent is cross-current, and in the extremely short distance, the three-foot sword in his hand is much faster than the sword of sword intent.

The figure of the cicada flickered.

Those Nan Chu Witches who appeared near the chilling cicadas and tried to disturb their minds with the art of detention had already died.

And at this point, someone flew to the head of the heavenly dome and finished chanting the witch trick of the very short transgression technique.

So the witch marks flashed, and his headless body was sent far away, and then fell into the River Styx.

After this incident, those Southern Chu witches were obviously also wise, and they hid far away, never getting close to the cicada.

Although the world knows that the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect are not allowed to get close.

But what you know is what you know.

You have to experience it to understand the chill of such a sword.

And at the same time, beyond the Styx in an instant.

His Majesty's attendant, still carrying a sword, was running through the wind and snow in the world.

The battlefield was brought into the Styx of an instant, and no one in the world paid attention to it.

Maybe no one paid attention all the time.

It's just that the aftermath of those battles is still unbearable for the close attendants.

The twilight of the mountains in the world has not dissipated, and the distant sky is already in the night, but it is still like dusk in the palace.

In the dusk, the door of the main hall was slowly opened.

Under the escort of Nan Chuwu, he walked out of the hall, stood in the wind and snow in front of the hall, and looked at the extremely small one from a distance, carrying a sword and quickly passing through the wind and snow palace road, and climbing over the guardrails of the main hall.

I don't know why, looking at that scene, His Majesty, who was only one step away from the throne of the King of Chu, suddenly looked furious, and raised his hand with great hatred to point at the close attendant who was running in the snow in the distance.

"Kill him for me!"

The Nan Chu Wu behind him didn't make a move, but just said in a deep voice: "This is not in accordance with the rules, Your Majesty." ”

"Is he in order? He is a lonely courtier, but he fights for the traitor, doesn't he deserve to die! ”

Yan Li turned around and looked angrily at Nan Chuwu behind him.

Nan Chuwu said calmly: "That's the king's business. ”

Yan Li looked at everyone angrily for a long time, then turned back and angrily smashed the white jade guardrail in front of him.

It is a taboo in the world for people in the cultivation world to take action against the world.

Although the current world is separated, after all, this is a world that has been walking under the wind for a thousand years.

Whether it is the ancient tradition of not deceiving the young in the world, or the matter of worshipping the world, Huangliang has long accepted this rule.

Unless such a servant could really stand in front of them with a sword and really threaten their lives, they naturally had no reason to attack him.

It took him a long time, but he still couldn't calm the anger, but when he turned his head to look at the night outside the palace.

That kind of anger is getting stronger and stronger.

He felt like he was about to be ignited.

"Rebel thief, rebel thief!"

It's just that no matter how angry he is, this majesty can only scold the world in front of the palace weakly.

And in the middle of the snowy night.

Many people are coming to the palace.

.......

When the world was shocked in the twilight, it was not a black ghost flower blooming on the palace.

Instead, some sword sounds resounded above the sky, and then those winds and snows that had lasted for a long time were disturbed in the sword intent, and spread to the world in an incomparably chaotic manner.

People turned their heads in panic to look at the palace that had been peaceful for countless years.

I saw the power of the witches surging in the wind and snow, and I also saw a sword light that constantly broke through the power of the witches.

Fake are all shaky.

When everyone saw such a vast scene, such a sentence sounded subconsciously in their hearts.

So they abandoned their umbrellas, abandoned all their burdens, and fled in the streets with their heads in their hands, for fear that such stories would fall from the palace to the world and affect them.

The palace is in the north, and everyone is heading south.

And among the chaotic flow of people, there are many people who are going against the current.

Like a stream reef.

The people stopped in a daze and looked at Lord Bongchang who was walking with Kyung Zhao Yin and Mr. Su of the Hanging Temple.

The world today can recognize it because the old man finally put on the usual clothes that he had not worn for many years.

The costumes that represent the gods and the ceremonies of the Jongmyo are naturally different from all kinds of official uniforms.

It looks like a witch robe, but it is more into the world than the witch robe, like a big robe, and there are many more ornaments that have precipitated thousands of years of civilization of yellow sorghum than a big robe.

Standing on the long street leading to the palace, facing thousands of people from the world, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his wide sleeves.

Some people didn't know what it was, but some people were keenly aware of an ancient order hanging at the end of such a scroll of bamboo slips.

It's not the order of Gu Chu.

It's the order of the gale.

Many years ago, there was a rebellion in Huangliang, and that generation accompanied His Majesty the Emperor to participate in it, and then when he was executed by the decree of Huaidu, he sent the edict of Kamigawa to Huangliang.

People looked at the old man of the Nine Divisions who was supposed to appear in the palace in horror, and seemed to finally understand something.

However, Lord Fengchang just looked calm, stood in the chaos of the wind and snow, unfolded the bamboo slips, and said in a loud voice:

"Accompany the capital to leave, this is not the possession of the artifact, the imperial envoy of the Nine Dings, sit quietly in the world, and if there is no chaos, you can be the emperor. However, there is no way to lose morality, and it violates the holy word of the arch; In the world of chaos, there is a sense of cruelty. is not the lord of the world, but a thief in troubled times. Dumping the universe and relieving all souls, this can be described as the common punishment of man and god, and heaven and earth are not tolerated. Today's hanging courtyard, the cultural world, under the emperor's will, under the life of the people, want to clear the rivers and mountains, help the building and turn the tide, now into Beijing, the world, a total of evidence! ”

The world was shocked, and only then did they understand what this story was in the fake capital.

It turns out that from the beginning to the end, no one has ever been on the side of the separation.

At the same time, Qi Jingyuan, the gentleman of the Sword Academy of the Hanging Courtyard who came with a sword, also came out by the sword.

He bowed, raised his hand to receive the order, and said in a deep voice: "The Hanging Courtyard is ordered." ”

The fake capital has reached the extreme.

All the people who fled stopped in the streets.

In the deep snowy night.

Countless sword light dao winds came from outside the city and fell into the wind and snow world, and those defenders outside the city, after hastily resisting a little, also gave up resistance.

The door to the fake capital is wide open.

All kinds of wind and snow in the world came into the city.

Many suspense houses discuss it.

This is something that has never been imagined in the world.

People were seeing the sword lights that pierced the sky like sparks and headed north.

Perhaps only then did I truly understand the power of the Hanging Courtyard in the world.

Such a cultural academy has already become a behemoth that can shake the entire south in the past thousand years.

Naturally, they can enter Beijing.

But there is some internal turbulence that needs to be cleared.

More importantly, they need a suitable reason.

Obviously, there is now.

When the people of the false capital saw the witchcraft that arose in the false capital, they realized something.

Three thousand people from the Witch and Ghost Dao should not have entered Beijing.

This is the rule that should be in the world.

Even if the fake capital is used as a companion capital, it is impossible to accept all those Southern Chu witches to enter Beijing.

However, when the descendants of the former emperors who were held out of the Hanging Courtyard stepped into the palace, those witches and ghosts appeared in the palace, and the world understood the stories in the palace.

The gains and losses of the people's will often need to be led.

The Hanging Academy has its own people's hearts, and such a academy that has never collected a penny from its students for thousands of years naturally has the hearts of the people in the world.

So when that article of conquest was sung from the mouth of the ordinary lord to the world.

All take it for granted.

Because His Majesty in the palace did do such a thing.

So the undisturbed human current began to have a direction.

People began to worry about whether such an emperor and descendant could survive in the palace, in the hands of those three thousand witches and ghosts.