Song Xuan didn't know if there was a self-will in this world.

But he understands that he is now stuck in a critical step.

If you don't kill the Mudao people, you won't get the luck favored by heaven and earth, and this step may be a few years old.

"Husband!"

Seeing Song Xuan walking out of the room, Ying Yue walked up with a smile.

Song Xuan was a little uncomfortable with her husband at first, but people are like this, and they get used to it after many times.

"That old thing from Mudao has built up momentum, and wants to use public opinion to force you to fight in the Forbidden City."

Ying Yue smiled disdainfully, "This little trick is childish and ridiculous." With your steady nature, you shouldn't go, right? ”

"If it were the past, I wouldn't have go!"

Song Xuan touched the long sword on his waist and said with a smile: "But now, I'll go!" ”

Ying Yue frowned, "The city is already full of troops, so there is no need to take risks." With them, hundreds of thousands of troops are piled up inside, people eat and chew, and within a few months, they themselves will not be able to hold on. ”

Song Xuan shook his head.

No, if it's just to kill, he can afford to wait, but if he wants to get the favor of heaven and earth, it's not just as simple as killing people.

The meaning of this heaven and earth is already obvious.

It is to ask him to kill his people, destroy his emperor, and cut off his national fortune at the top of the Forbidden City, on the occasion of all people's attention!

If you want luck, then you can get it with real skills, and if you want to be tricky, heaven and earth will not approve of it.

Seeing that Song Xuan seemed to have made up his mind, Ying Yue was no longer entangled, but stood with him with a long sword, "You have a lot of ideas since you were a child, since you have made a plan, let's go."

You can rest assured that you can fight with the Mudao people, as for the other small people, I will solve it for you! ”

Song Xuan smiled.

He likes Invite Yue's refreshing temperament, he doesn't drag his work in the mud, and he doesn't keep asking his mother-in-law.

......

It was getting dark, and a full moon began to appear on the horizon.

Although there are no people in the palace, there are lanterns hanging everywhere, and the lights are brilliant and bright.

Around the palace, the roof is full of martial arts practitioners, and on the top floor of a restaurant, Huang Taiji is surrounded by a group of masters, sitting by the window, watching quietly.

At this moment, a master beside him suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

"It's coming!"

When the words fell, there seemed to be a thunderbolt between the heavens and the earth, like thunder and fury with a terrifying roar, piercing the vast expanse and exploding in the void.

Before the people arrived, the majestic sword intent made the earth begin to tremble, the houses shook, the trees were windless, and the sand and gravel on the ground swept up, as if a tornado was blowing.

The figure like thunder and lightning, in the admiration and cheers of the onlookers, fell to the top of the Taiji Hall, the light dissipated, and the figure was slowly revealed.

He was dressed in a gray cloth robe and a bamboo hat like a basket, like a woodcutter in the mountains and a fisherman on the riverside, looking plain, but no one dared to be disrespectful.

He is a native of Mudao and a national teacher of the Qing Dynasty.

single-handedly led the rise of the Qing Dynasty, and forcibly tore off a piece of territory from the plate of the Great Zhou!

"The deity is here, where is Song Xuan?"

The voice of the wooden road man is not loud, but it is strong and powerful, and it can be heard clearly from more than ten miles away, as if it is ringing in the ears.

Huang Taiji looked at the figure that made him both awe and resentment, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He wanted to be a real emperor, not just a puppet, but unfortunately, he could only hold this thought in his heart, and he didn't dare to show the slightest hint at all.

Because the masters who guarded him around him came from the Ghost Mountain Villa formed by the Mu Dao people, if he dared to make any changes, he didn't need the Mu Dao people to order, and these people could let him die a dignified death.

"I hope the national teacher can kill that Song Xuan in one battle!" Huang Taiji had an expectant look on his face.

It's just that in my heart, I have already roared at this moment:

Fight, fight, fight to the death! It's better to die together!

But in the next moment, his heart was entangled again.

No, that old Bi Deng can't die yet, if he dies, the follow-up Great Zhou will send a master to carry out assassination, and he has no strength in his hands that can resist.

Made, this emperor is really aggrieved!

When Huang Taiji's heart was extremely entangled, the moonlight was like flowing water falling on the horizon, and a white-robed figure stepped into the sky, like a true immortal under the moon into the mortal dust!

"Song Xuan is here!" Huang Taiji exclaimed.

In the Forbidden City, countless audiences were in an uproar one by one, and many people cried with joy, looking at the sword fairy-like figure with a fanatical expression.

Walking in the void, as if walking on the ground, Song Xuan didn't have much momentum when he walked, but where he passed, the shock originally caused by the sword intent of the Mudao people was all quiet in an instant, and everything was calm!

Seeing this, hundreds of people cheered excitedly one by one, whether it was the way Mu Daoren or Song Xuan appeared, it was extremely amazing, it was really shocking.

I thought this was a duel between martial arts masters, but now it seems that it is more like a fight between sword immortals, how can the warriors fight as wonderful as the legendary fighting method!

Song Xuan landed on the top of a palace, looking at the majestic wooden road man, his expression was slightly solemn.

The next moment, he slowly spoke, "Do you regret it?" ”

Mu Daoren groaned slightly, "The ripping earth is king, the three flowers are congenital, and the old man that mortals dream of has been completed, why should you regret it?" ”

Song Xuan stared at his indifferent expression for a few moments, "In order to enjoy the power of these decades, but you cut off the future martial arts path, do you really regret it?" ”

The wooden man was silent.

Regret it?

Somewhat.

If he hadn't cut off the dragon vein and was abandoned by heaven and earth, although he couldn't condense the three flowers, he could also be promoted to the Shuanghua Martial Arts Grandmaster, and in the future, it would not be impossible to have the opportunity to become a great grandmaster.

But now, it's too late.

When you take that step, there is no way back.

"I haven't understood it all along, with your qualifications as a Mudao person, it's impossible to cultivate without being able to cultivate the Grandmaster Realm, but why do you want to cut off your own path?"

Mu Daoren sighed, "Actually, the method of cutting the dragon vein is known to everyone in this world. But for hundreds of years, no one dared to try.

No one knows what will happen after the dragon vein is slain, and what will happen if the national fortune will assist in cultivation, but all of them are just speculations.

It is possible to ascend to the sky in one step, or it is possible to never recover, relatively speaking, the possibility of never recovering.

I have never been weaker than others in my life, I will do what others dare not do, and I will gamble if others dare not bet!

Either ascend to the sky in one step, or it will never be recovered, and let me stoop to others, I can't do it!

Rather than have an ordinary life, I would rather die a vigorous death! ”