The clouds on the horizon gradually darkened, and the black like rot spread from afar, and it was the wind that brought the breath of Youzhou. To the north of Tiandingguan, a radius of 100 miles, it is difficult to grow an inch of grass.

With an eagle roar, Feng Lin stretched out his hand, and a swift shadow fell in the air, standing firmly on his forearm.

The harrier eagle tucked its flapping wings behind him, and the bamboo tube under his feet was immediately taken off by Fenglin.

"Zhongzhou has lost one after another, and the Yixiao army has arrived from the rear, if there are no reinforcements, the Three Demon Kings may be difficult to support. ”

This is a letter from the eyeliner that Feng Lin planted next to Prince Peng, and the people who have the mirror of time and space in Tiandingguan have already learned everything about Mu Yuncheng. It's just that I didn't expect that the situation of the Three Demon Kings is so difficult now.

"Yi Xiao's army has entered Zhongzhou from Jiuli, and if we don't have the help of soldiers and horses in the future, I am afraid that the day of the defeat of the Three Demon Kings is not far away. Feng Lin reminded the Demon Son and Emperor Ming with the method of transmitting sound into the secret.

"Lionheart has 80,000 Black Prison cavalry in the Wild Horse Grassland, and Jilang's Chariot of Destruction is nearing completion, but it will take a little time for these two sides to assemble. "The Demon Son has already prepared follow-up reinforcements, but it is a long way to send troops from Youzhou to Zhongzhou, and it is necessary to buy a lot of time for the reinforcements.

Even though the sound is transmitted into the secret defense of the Ming God and the Yang Immortal, it cannot prevent the Holy Spirit who can spy on people's hearts.

"Chu Qingxian has not returned yet, so he must go to Shantang Town to pay tribute to his deceased son Chu Shenzhi. You can send Emperor Ming to the outskirts of Shantang Town to intercept and kill Chu Qingxian, as soon as Chu Qingxian dies, the three elders of the Sword Saint will immediately convene a Sword Saint Conference to elect the next Sword Saint. You can release the news, saying that the demon clan will also send masters to lurk among the people participating in the election, and when Mu Yuncheng, Mu Bufan and others hear the news, they will inevitably participate in the Sword Saint Conference, without Mu Yuncheng, the dynasty army will not dare to easily start a decisive battle with the Three Demon Kings. You can take advantage of this opportunity and get reinforcements ready. It was the Holy Spirit who heard the secret words of the two and made arrangements accordingly.

"Chu Qingxian is a generation of sword saints after all, his strength should be on par with Emperor Ming, can An be defeated by him?" Feng Lin was still slightly worried about the Holy Spirit's arrangement.

"I don't need you to remind me of this, I have my own measure. After the Emperor Yuan Shen is out of his body, he can wait for my clone on the stone mountain west of Shantang Town, and he will give you a thing to help you win Chu Qingxian. The Holy Spirit was full of confidence, because he knew that Emperor Ming would definitely defeat Chu Qingxian after having this magic weapon.

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The mountains and rivers hide poetry, and the autumn leaves are yellow. Before the summer heat fades, Shantang Town has quietly entered autumn unconsciously.

One side of the pond is as quiet as a mirror. Yellowed fallen leaves pile up on the shore, obscuring an inconspicuous path. The path winds its way behind a rocky mountain in the distance.

Chu Qingxian sat alone in front of a stone tablet, gently wiping away the broken yellow leaves and heavy dust with his hands.

"It's been eighteen years since I didn't want to. He sighed, and put the jade flute under his lips, the flute sound is melodious and tactful, not the realm of joy and sorrow, no crying and complaining, the only point of longing is in this.

"The rumor has reached the age of marriage, the grandson of the senior brother is very compatible with her, that kid is blessed and handsome, even if the senior brother is young, he is not much better, if you see him, you will like it. He said but showed a smile of relief, "Back then, you didn't hesitate to force me to die in order to prevent me from killing Hanyahime. But I don't think today's young people are more impulsive than you were then. ”

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"It's understandable that you forced your own son to death in the name of the Sword Saint. As a person from Wanhualou, Han Ye Ji is burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, she and Chu Shenzhi fall in love, why not to take revenge on you? And you still have to work hard for their children for half your life, this is really an excellent means of revenge!" I saw that he was wearing a gold-patterned black dragon dragon, there was only a shallow sword mark on the white mask, and the sword in his hand was as black as ink, outstanding, with resentful spirits entwining on it, and even more evil aura permeating the surroundings.

"Evil Heavenly Son, are you Emperor Ming?" Chu Qingxian never raised his eyes to look at that person, and he could detect all of him just by his breath.

"It is worthy of being a sword master today, admire. He went further, but Chu Qingxian put the jade flute in his sleeve, got up and asked, "You and I are not good and evil, since we meet today, please make a move." ”

Emperor Ming smiled indifferently when he heard this, and with his sword in both hands, the Evil Son of Heaven plunged into the ground, "I am here to help you liberate." ”

"The heart is not born, it is born from the origin, the heart is not dead, and the heart is dying when it is destroyed. There is a saying in the way of heaven, and in the dark, it has long been destined, although you are a sword saint, but in the entire wilderness, you are just a chess piece. Even if you don't let Chu Shenzhi kill Han Ye Ji, Chu Shenzhi and Han Ye Ji will still fall in love with each other, and the two of them will still not be tolerated by the world, and you will still kill your own son. Chu Sword Saint, are you right or not?"

"I don't have anything to say to you demon people!" Chu Qingxian stretched out his two fingers, and there was already a sword qi back and forth between them.

"If your granddaughter knew that the person who killed her biological parents was her grandfather, what do you think she would think?" At this time, another person appeared out of thin air, and when the black fog cleared, he saw that it was Fenglin.

"I don't regret it! I'm not afraid of rumors knowing all this. ”

"Since you don't regret it, why do you want to bring up the old matter again?Since you're not afraid, why don't you tell the truth early?" Feng Lin's rebuttal was very powerful, and Chu Qing Xianguo was silent by his words.

"No matter what, I won't let you go today. Chu Qingxian took a leisurely step, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Emperor Ming, and at this moment, the sword qi on his body was vertical and horizontal, and he would be crushed by the sword qi when he was close to him.

And Emperor Ming shook his head slightly, and instantly changed positions with the boulder not far away, Chu Qingxian turned around and raised one arm, and a sword light was just like a sheath, stabbing towards Emperor Ming.

The Evil Heavenly Son swept out, and the sword qi was like a bend of the black moon, carrying endless grudges, and in an instant, it counteracted with Chu Qingxian's sword qi.

Chu Qingxian knew that he was by no means comparable to the generation of Jidu Rahu, so he must exert his full strength. I saw that his palms were up and down, and the sword qi around him was flying vertically and horizontally, and at that time, there was a dragon roar that was deafening, and the boulder was cracked and flew, and then countless cold ice dragons fell from the sky like rain. Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Lin broke away from Emperor Ming's side and jumped to the stone mountain in the distance to watch the duel between the two.

With a flick of one hand, the Evil Heavenly Son rose up, and three black lights broke out of the ground, rotating rapidly around the Ming Emperor, even though Chu Qing Immortal's Cold Dragon Sword Qi was strong, it couldn't hurt him by half a point.

The jade flute he had hidden in his sleeve suddenly poked out, and he used it to perform tricks that were no different from a famous sword.

The cold ice hit the black light and turned out ice flowers, and then the broken ice flew back around Chu Qingxian, condensing into a slender ice dragon, but the jade flute in his hand was entangled by fire at the moment, and with his move of wind and sword rain and slashing the moon and setting sun, the ice dragon and the flame were intertwined, and roared towards the place where the Ming Emperor was.

Rao is scorching face in this heat wave, the cold air penetrates people's bone marrow, but Emperor Ming does not move. The Evil Heavenly Son suddenly fell from the sky, and plunged into the ground in front of his feet, and the evil aura and resentment it emitted suddenly formed a Senluo Ghost Shield, which firmly blocked Chu Qingxian's move Ice and Fire Dragon Sudden Annihilation.

Chu Qingxian's swordsmanship has always been known for its speed, seeing that the sword qi could not win, his body flickered and merged with the jade flute, this divine sword out of the abyss was created by him in his early years, although its subtlety is not as good as the fourteen styles of Longyou, but the power is not lost.

A sword light came in an instant, and where the ice and fire hit the square, the Senluo ghost shield shattered, and the Emperor shook the ground with one foot, and the Evil Heavenly Son flew up in his hand, trying his best to catch Chu Qingxian's move.

As soon as the two of them touched and separated, Chu Qingxian fell to the ground, the jade flute was tucked in his sleeve, and he was silent.

And Emperor Ming only felt a faint swelling pain in his right arm, which was caused by the struggle of Fang Cai and his strength. Although he is old, his strength is no less than his own. Remembering that the purpose of his coming here was not to be superior to the other, in order to win quickly, he had to take out the magic weapon given to him by the Holy Spirit.