......... Xu Qi'an's expression stiffened, and he no longer looked smug, and looked at the white-clothed warlock in a daze.

In his mind, the red dress and the white dress drifted away in an instant.

"Your mother is the sister of the Chosen One five hundred years ago, the one I want to support now. When I made an alliance with him and helped him to ascend to the throne, he married his sister to me. The most reliable alliance in the world is, first of all, interests, and secondly, in-laws.

"After I married that Golden Branches and Jade Leaves, I focused on planning the Battle of Shanhaiguan and stealing the fortunes of Dafeng. At the end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan, you were born. ”

Call!

Xu Qi'an exhaled with relief, and the red and white skirts floated back again.

Although he is also a descendant of the Dafeng royal family, it was a lineage five hundred years ago, and it has nothing to do with Huaiqing and Lin'an.

People with the same surname in the previous life often say: We were a family five hundred years ago.

However, if you have to talk about it, Huaiqing and Lin'an are both my clan sisters.

Only then did he have the heart to wonder whether what his father said was true or false.

The time point coincides, the year I was born, in the memory of my second uncle, he and Xu Dalang fought in Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and biological mother took care of me for a long time.........

Xu Qi'an was stunned for a moment, realized that something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: "She, why did she give birth to me in the capital?"

As he spoke, his face turned pale, and he only felt that something in his body was turbulent, and he was trying to resist something.

At the same time, the warrior's instinct is crazy to warn, and there is still no specific picture, but the fear from the heart makes him feel like a child stepping on a tightrope, and he will fall at any time and fall to pieces.

This made Xu Qi'an realize that the white-clothed warlock's refining qi luck had reached a critical moment, and if he succeeded, this body of qi luck would belong to others, and it would have nothing to do with himself.

And he will also leave with this luck that is entangled with his life, and his body will die.

Regarding what his son was about to face, the white-clothed warlock had no joy or sorrow, and his tone was as calm as ever:

"Your biological mother took advantage of my absence to quietly go to the capital and give birth to you there. I didn't know until I stole my luck. ”

"Why?"

Xu Qi'an spilled blood from his mouth and nose and looked at him deeply.

The white-clothed warlock's tone did not fluctuate:

"You were born to hold luck and use it as a container. This is not only a game between me and that lineage, but also because the time has not yet come, and it is not appropriate to implant luck into the body of that lineage of royalty before there is an incident.

"Your biological mother is a very scheming woman, and she behaves submissively? Showing that he is willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but that disguise. Are you her first child? She can't bear to let you die? So he fled to the capital and gave birth to you.

"The prisoner is in the capital, and he will be your biggest umbrella. ”

I see......... Xu Qi'an sighed? There is no doubt anymore.

I don't know why, but what I'm thinking at the moment is actually correcting that bad old man.

The most miserable lonely old man in Dafeng.

"So? Ji Qian is still my cousin?"

Xu Qi'an asked? The blood in your nose is left in your mouth and you want to wipe it off? I couldn't move.

"Yes!"

The white-clad warlock nodded.

It's good to kill, my cousin deserves to die, well, that's not what I said? This was said by a well-known writer in a previous life........ Is he guilty of slander? In this way, it relieves the anxiety in the heart.

"This is your backhand?"

Then? The white-clothed warlock said suddenly.

Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou took Xu Pingzhi and came out of the air.

"Are you really here? You're really here........."

Second Uncle Xu's voice was sharp, his expression was sad and ruthless, and his eyes were red.

The white-clothed warlock didn't look at him, and said softly:

"When I was younger, I used to bring him here to show him my formation, which was the secret base of our brothers. Later, the formation here became more and more perfect, more and more powerful, and it condensed half of my life's hard work.

"But the tail in disguise is too big to fall, so I can't give up this place. It's not safe here, because besides me, Jiro knows about it. You guessed it right, when I appeared in plain sight, the Shielding Technique would crack itself. Jiro will think of me again.

"That's why I've deliberately blocked your presence, so that his memory will be confused again. ”

But what you didn't expect was that I had already understood the meaning of the Shielding Technique.......... Xu Qi'an's face was expressionless.

Second Uncle Xu hit his head in the Qi Realm, his head broke the blood flow, and he roared:

"Xu Pingfeng, you pig and dog are not as good as things, he is your son, my nephew, tiger poison is still not eating children, what are you doing in personnel?"

The muscles of his face are distorted, and the green tendons on his forehead are bulging, which looks quite hideous.

It was the first time Xu Qi'an saw his second uncle so angry.

The white-clothed warlock said lightly: "This is a matter between our father and son, and he gave him this life by me." ”

Bang!

Xu Pingzhi smashed his fist on the qi realm, like an old beast that had been stimulated, hideous and ruthless:

"Father and son, are you worthy? Are you worthy of being his father, he is the son of my Xu family, I raised him, you want to kill him, have you asked me, have I agreed? You open this dog's formation, Lao Tzu is going to slaughter you, slaughter you!!"

He punched the qi realm with one punch, and the fist he pounded was drenched with blood.

Second Uncle......... Xu Qi'an watched silently, watching a middle-aged man go crazy.

Xu Pingzhi was submissive at home, slippery outside, and the killing spirit that he exercised in the battlefield had long been wiped out in the officialdom.

But no matter how submissive a man is, if his children are in danger, he will not hesitate to strike hard.

Even if it's against an elephant.

The white-clothed warlock retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"But it's late!"

He tugged hard, pulling out the luck that ordinary people couldn't see from the top of Xu Qi'an's head little by little.

In this process, Xu Qi'an's body continued to crack, blood flowed like an infusion, his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he roared in pain.

The roar of his nephew was like a heavy hammer smashing into Xu Pingzhi's heart, and he trembled.

The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, he knelt down against the qi realm, and begged bitterly:

"Don't kill him, big brother, please, don't kill him, he is the child I raised, he is my cub, please don't kill him.........

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"I raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do this........ Big brother, it seems that in the past, you can give him back to me. ”

The white-clothed warlock is hard-hearted, turning a blind eye to it, and pulling out his luck for himself.

"Stand back!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves and waved Second Uncle Xu away, and then, he put on the Confucian crown, and his right hand in his sleeve was holding a carving knife.

The Confucian crown and the carving knife are clear and echo each other.

Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed out, with the blessing of the Yasheng Confucian crown and the three-grade Great Confucian, the carving knife burst out with a clear light that soared to the sky, and the white-clothed warlock spent more than thirty years of time to arrange the large array, which was instantly broken.

The outermost layer of the Qi Realm collapsed, and it was no longer able to block the entry of outsiders.

"Here, you must not pull out luck. ”

Zhao Shou announced.

But this time, the Confucian way of saying and speaking was invalid.

The white-clad warlock's removal was somewhat halted, but it quickly got rid of the effect of his words.

"This place is different from the laws of heaven and earth in the outside world, and if you Confucianism want to dominate my "world", you have to ask me if I agree. ”

The white-clothed warlock let out a "hey", full of confidence.

Zhao Shou took a step forward and stabbed out the Confucian carving knife again, and the sub-saint Confucian crown sprinkled the clear light in the form of water waves, and blessed the carving knife.

Zhao Shoudao: "Break the formation!"

Words and words are blessed on the knife with power.

Since you change the rules, then I can also break the formation.

The sword seemed to turn into a blazing sun, the clear light was so thick that it was almost incandescent white, and it advanced rapidly, accompanied by layers of formations that collapsed.

This peerless great array composed of one hundred and eight formations could not stop a three-rank great Confucian wearing a Confucian crown and holding a carving knife.

Even if the main array is a second-grade warlock.

But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that he couldn't stop the three-rank Confucian who was full of firepower, and what he wanted was still to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had already been snatched out.

At this moment, a sword light full of killing intent emerged from the void, smashing one formation rune after another.

The sword is incomparable.

The white-clothed warlock's free hand pressed, and a certain formation pattern lit up, forming a wall of qi, blocking the sword light.

The sword light slashed at the wall of air, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing.

Transmission!

He teleported the sword light away.

"Teleportation is prohibited here. ”

Zhao Shou calmly gave a countermeasure, and as the formation collapsed, the power of Confucianism further invaded this place.

The void suddenly boiled, and one after another unrivaled sword intent emerged, unstoppable, slashing the formation.

This made Zhao Shou advance more easily, and when he saw that he was about to rush closer, suddenly, the corpse of the old man of Tiangu, those eyes with no eyeballs, only the whites of his eyes, lit up faintly.

Zhao Shou suddenly lost his goal, he stood blankly, and the front was empty, without Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock.

This is a means of "not being known", it hides Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock in order to delay time.

Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian crown.

The Confucian crown trembled, and the light was clear like water waves, and in the dark, a force shrouded in Zhao Shou's body was washed away, and the figures of Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock reappeared.

"Enough!"

The white-clothed warlock smiled, he had completely refined the qi luck in Xu Qi'an's body.

"I didn't know that the second uncle knew about this. ”

At this time, he heard Xu Qi'an say in a low voice.

The white-clothed warlock frowned, and his bloodline face did not have the slightest despair and panic at the beginning of the catastrophe, but was calm.

Xu Qi'an continued: "Therefore, my real means of saving my life is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the Wulin League, at least I have not completely pinned my hopes on them. ”

After a pause, a happy smile appeared on his face: "Are you really a prisoner and don't do anything?"

"Stinky bitch, what are you waiting for!"

He yelled.

When the words fell, behind Xu Qi'an, illusory, fluffy fox tails grew, like peacocks opening the screen, beautiful and terrifying.

......

PS: There was a seven-minute delay, but it finally caught up.