"How's it going, Brother Li?"

Gong Ziqian grabbed Li Zijin's shoulder, accelerated his way against the wind, and put the young man down on the treetop of a towering ancient tree.

Li Zijin showed the "potted plant" in his arms to His Royal Highness.

The latter exclaimed, "This is the legendary Xianzhi?"

"It's a kind of Xianzhi, called Shizhi, but even Shizhi has a clear division of varieties in the immortal medicine volume, and I borrowed a book from Wang Shanjun to see it, but I didn't read it carefully. So I only know that this is Shizhi, and I don't know which one it is. ”

Li Zijin told the truth.

Gong Ziqian nodded, and casually inserted the Twenty-Four Bridge Bright Moon Flute back into his waist.

This action of reaching out and retracting his hand made the young man see that his palm was not lightly injured.

Li Zijin frowned slightly, and said with concern: "Shizi's injury can't be delayed. ”

"It's okay······" Gong Ziqian smiled bitterly.

Li Zijin remembered that a few days ago, he tried his best to tear down a fairy grass on the side of the cliff, which was just right to treat flesh wounds. He immediately put the immortal mushroom in his arms on the ground temporarily, and took out the immortal grass from the baggage, although the quality was squeezed a few times, but it was better than nothing.

Li Zijin asked, "Does His Royal Highness have utensils on him?"

Gong Ziqian thought about it for a while, and took out a golden bottle from the twenty-four bridge bright moon flute. Although this half-immortal soldier flute is somewhat lacking in killing methods, it has a lot of things inside, which can hold many things, such as a portable bag, and there are far fewer things that can be stored than just a baggage. This jade flute can almost fit a room of things inside.

His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang Dynasty, took the gold bottle to Li Zijin casually, and although he was injured, he also quipped: "The gold bottle is not filled with wine, which is inevitably a bit condescending." ”

The young swordsman in a black and red brocade robe smiled, and while putting the fairy grass into the golden bottle, he said: "It's okay, wait for me to mash this fairy grass later, flow out the juice, and let His Royal Highness the Prince take it internally and externally, and the cup taken internally will be regarded as fairy grass brewing." ”

Li Zijin held the golden bottle with one hand, and with one hand around his back, he took off the Cuiqu sword, and under the stunned eyes of Gong Ziqiu, the young man held the verdant Cuiqu sword, held the hilt of the sword, and used the hilt of the sword as a medicine stick, constantly mashing the fairy grass in the golden bottle, until the fairy grass was sparsely broken, and a little green juice appeared in the golden bottle.

Li Zijin returned the gold bottle to its original owner and said: "I have seen this fairy grass on the immortal medicine roll, called the elder-growing muscle spirit jade grass, it is said to have the effect of flesh and bones, flesh and blood, the prince takes half of it internally, and half of it can be applied externally." However, this is also the first time I have seen this kind of fairy grass, and I can't guarantee whether it has any effect or not. ”

The palace scolded with a smile: "Okay, the dead horse should be treated as a live horse doctor, and if you don't use medicine, the hand of the son will be wasted." ”

He gathered the golden bottle in front of his mouth, and just wanted to raise his head and drink it wildly, but the taste of the juice of the bone and muscle spirit jade grass was too bitter, even more bitter than the mixed taste of the hundred flavors of medicinal herbs on the pharmacy.

His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang Dynasty, frowned tightly, and he didn't dare to speak for a while.

Li Zijin couldn't stand it, slapped him, slammed his palm under the gold bottle, and forcibly poured the medicinal juice into Gong Ziyi's mouth.

The latter choked half to death and began to cough, but fortunately the liquid was drunk cleanly.

The young man smiled and said: "Good medicine is good for disease, Your Royal Highness don't blame me." ”

Gong Zixuan raised his head, glared at the young swordsman, and said angrily: "Wow, if you dare to do this in the territory of Fusang, this son can cure you of a great crime of disrespect!"

The young man rolled his eyes and pretended to say, "I'm so scared." ”

After drinking the medicinal juice, Gong Ziqian sprinkled the remnants of the golden bottle with the bone and muscle spirit jade grass in his palm.

This kind of wound is blurred flesh and blood, and when you can directly see the white bones under the head through the flesh, even if a gust of wind blows, it will make people feel extremely stinging.

So even though it was just some green herbs mixed with the medicinal juice poured into the palm of his hand, the Six Realms Martial Artist Gong Ziqian still gasped.

"Hiss ······"

Li Zijin said with a smile: "They are already martial artists of the Six Realms, will they still be afraid of pain?"

The prince of Fusang said viciously: "Okay, I'll give you two later, try to see if it hurts." ”

The young man shook his head and retorted, "I'm not the Six Realms. ”

Then, Li Zijin instantly put away his smile, hugged his fist towards Gong Ziqian and said, "Having said that, this time, thank you for your help." You and I meet in the water, seeking opportunities should be based on their own abilities, and His Royal Highness the Prince does not have to do it to such an extent. ”

Previously, due to the "full fire", Gong Ziqian was wearing an indigo gown and was broken by the muscles all over his body, and at this moment he didn't look like a noble prince, but like a street bowl called Hanako, in rags.

Gong Ziqian waved his hand, and said with an indifferent face: "The work of raising your hands, the work of raising your hands~, why is Brother Li worried." ”

The young man shook his head and said with a serious expression: "It is the love of the prince to help me, and it is the duty of the prince not to help." Although I Li Zijin doesn't have any deep background, I am willing to return the favor of the son. In the future, if the prince needs to help in the future, as long as he does not let him go against his heart, it is not a hurtful thing, and he will definitely go all out. ”

His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang Dynasty, smiled lightly, "Brother Li is really a real person. ”

The implication is obvious enough.

This prince of Fusang did not refuse this "favor in the future", which shows that he really needs this favor.

Neither of them is a hypocritical guy, and after a brief mention of a sentence or two, they instantly opened the topic.

They don't want each other to let this newly established relationship get too close to the so-called "interests".

Especially one of the two, he is also a person in a high position, the prince of one of the ten major dynasties of Fuyao, and the future heir of Fusang.

To put it bluntly, this person is equivalent to the entire Sanglu Prefecture, and Gong Zixuan will only have more power in the future than others imagined.

And the other one, who can use the cultivation of the four realms to cut out the sword immortal that belongs to the Jindan realm or above, can only cut out the sword qi.

There is no doubt that the embryo of the sword fairy, at the age of sixteen, he won the Chaoxue Festival and asked the head of the sword line, as long as he does not die halfway, he will definitely be able to grow into a sword immortal on the top of the mountain in the world, and even become one of the ten people in Fuyao.

Gong Ziqian is well aware of this.

Therefore, His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang Dynasty, is willing to use this "flesh and blood blur" to show favor to a great sword immortal who will help the future, so that Li Zijin owes him a favor from the palace.

Gong Ziqian is sincere, but not sincere.

Sincerity in his wooing of Li Zijin is almost undisguised, which is equivalent to opening the door to do business, and directly telling you that we "come and go." ”

Insincerity means that insincerity is very deep in Gong Ziqiu's city, so that he has more selfish aspirations for Li Zijin, the sword immortal who will help the future.

This prince of Fusang, not only wants a future sword immortal to owe him favors, but also wants to pretend that he doesn't care about these "gestures", and has never become Li Zijin's true friend.

It's not a nodding friend, it's the kind of friend who can share weal and pain.

Gong Zixuan's "sincerity" comes from his identity as His Royal Highness the Prince of the Fusang Dynasty, and as a prince, he shoulders a responsibility that is as heavy as a mountain.

Gong Zi Xuan's "insincerity" comes from his "Gong Zi Xuan" itself, which is out of the identity of the prince of Fusang.

He wanted to be an ordinary person and make friends with a swordsman he admired.

And this "insincerity" actually made Gong Ziqian forget his identity as the son of the world, and also forgot the identity of Li Zijin's future mountaintop sword immortal. In this "insincere" sight, what he saw in his eyes was not a future sword immortal, just a current swordsman.

It's just Gong Ziqian who wants to make friends with Li Zijin.

Just an ordinary martial artist, and an ordinary swordsman's friendship. It is not the friendship between the prince of the Fusang Dynasty and the Fuyao Sword Immortal.

However, Li Zijin's performance had already seen through Gong Ziqiu's city government early, and he saw through the thoughts of His Royal Highness the Prince of the Fusang Dynasty, and saw the sincerity and insincerity in the heart of the prince.

To a certain extent, the sincerity of the son of the world seems to be not very sincere, and the insincerity of the son of the world is precisely the sincerity that the teenager appreciates.

Therefore, Gong Ziqian in Li Zijin's eyes is too "greedy".

Both yearn for pure friendship that has nothing to do with interests, and want the so-called "officialdom friendship" where interests are tied together.

Anyone in the world who pursues these two kinds of friendship at the same time will have most consequences that they will not be able to get both kinds of friendship.

Only a very small number of people can "be a bitch and set up a torii".

However, even so, those who have succeeded in "being a bitch and setting up a torii" have a far greater luck component than a strength component.

Human affection is real, and greed is also real.

And the young swordsman who watched coldly just nodded and laughed at the other party's sincerity and insincerity.

When the Osteogenesis Spirit Jade Grass was applied externally by Gong Zixuan, His Royal Highness's palm really began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's really under the noses of the two, white bones and raw flesh.

Li Zijin was secretly pleasantly surprised, the ancient book that Jieguang Shanjun lent him to see, and he was sincere and did not deceive me.

Subsequently, Gong Ziqian took out a white cloth from the inside of the Twenty-fourth Bridge Mingyue Flute and wrapped it around the palms of his hands, and Li Zijin helped a little.

"Looks like it's okay right now. Gong Ziqian said with a smile.

Because at this moment, even if the white cloth is wrapped around the palm, His Royal Highness the Prince can feel the "crispy and itchy" feeling of the flesh and blood healing in the palm.

Of course, the pain was only suppressed by two or three percent, and there were still more than seven points of pain, which was faintly painful. It's just that this is nothing for the martial artists of the Six Realms.

At this moment, the transmission note on the two of them also sounded Huo Ruhui's voice at the same time.

"Your Royal Highness, how are you doing?"

Li Zijin nodded, and motioned for Gong Ziqian to come and communicate with the horizontal knife ghost.

Li Zijin took out his own transmission note and handed it to Gong Zixuan, who could only spread out his hand, let the transmission note lie on the white cloth wrapped in his palm, and then poured spiritual energy into the transmission note.

After all, after Li Zijin's spring breeze sword was cut out, the aura in Zhihai had already been consumed, not to mention pouring aura into the Chaoyin note at this moment, even if the young man "knotted" the Zhihai in his body, twisting Zhihai like a garment, it was completely impossible to squeeze out a drop of aura.

So I could only watch Gong Zixuan use the transmission notes in this funny way.

Gong Ziqian said: "Mr. Huo, Brother Li and I successfully obtained Xianzhi, but I was injured a little, and Brother Li's sea aura was also exhausted, is it convenient for you to come and meet the two of me now?"

When Huo Ruhui over there heard that Gong Zixuan was injured, he ignored the words behind him, and first asked, "Is Shizi seriously injured?"

Gong Ziqian hurriedly replied: "A little flesh wound, I have been drugged now, and there is no major problem." ”

"That's good, Fang Cai Huo has already rushed to the location mentioned by His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, and he will probably be able to arrive after a stick of incense. Huo Ruhui said.

Gong Ziqian reminded: "Brother Li and I have already left over there, and right now, about ten miles northwest of that waterfall and cold pool, at the edge of the Eternal Night World, Mr. Huo can fly to the border of Eternal Night first, and then look for our location along the border, which is the tallest ancient tree within a radius of ten miles." ”

"Okay, I'll get there as soon as possible. ”

After Huo Ruhui's words over there ended, the white light of Gong Zixuan's palm gradually dimmed, and finally calmed down.

After a stick of incense, the horizontal knife ghost appeared in the sight of the two, he hung high in the air against the wind, looked down, and saw a guy with a white cloth wrapped in his palm, ragged, standing on the top of a towering ancient tree, jumping and waving to himself.

Huo Ruhui smiled knowingly, his body fell straight, and finally when he was about to step on the branch, he suddenly retracted his strength. So much so that when he landed on the branches, he barely dropped a single leaf.

Li Zijin was amazed when he saw Huo Ruhui's control of his strength, which was already superbly accurate.

It turned out that I had walked through a lot of mountains and rivers and seen many masters, thinking that the world in my eyes was big enough, and the masters I had seen were tall enough.

The more roads I never thought I had walked, the more people I saw, only to find that a mountain is still a mountain high, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people on people.

Mortals climb high, like a frog in a well, and the "sky" they see in their eyes is bound to be wider and wider.

As the frog in the well climbed higher and closer to the well's mouth above the wall of the well, the deeper the shock in my heart naturally became, and I became more aware of my own insignificance.

The more I know that this world is big, the more I want to work hard to climb higher and see a wider world.

One day, the frog in the well will turn over the last inch of the well wall, and one will turn over and jump out of the well, and see the outside world, how wonderful.

From then on, although the world is big, it can be jumped by frogs.

However, if the frog in the well had been at the bottom of the well at first, he would have concluded that the "sky" was no more than the size of the wellhead, and it was better not to go. That will be a lifetime, and it will be difficult to peek into the real world.

Maybe the more frogs at the bottom of the well, the more they feel that the worlds and people they see in their eyes are nothing more than that.

This is true for looking at "heaven", and it is also true for observing people.

The more people I have seen, the more I find that there are many talents in the world, and I look at my own shortcomings by the strengths of others, and take the essence to remove the dross.

Confucian sages once said that there must be a teacher for three people, and there are thousands of people who support them, among which there are so many "three people"?

The world is like a well, and you and I are frogs.

The road to the heights is long, and I encourage you together.

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The demon is desolate in the world, outside the city of mountain ghosts.

A young man in white, holding a fairy sword.

The sword immortal holds the fairy sword, and the sword qi breaks through the sky.

Jiang Xiang held the fairy sword with his left hand, and put his index finger and middle finger together with his right hand, pinching the sword trick.

A white point of light suddenly appeared on Jiang Xiang's fingertips, and he swiped his two fingers across the body of the light sword.

A crystal clear sword with light suddenly flowed brightly, and the sword body trembled slightly.

It was as if Jiang Xiang had injected the white light point from his fingertips into the lightsaber.

Two sword qi instantly flew out of the fairy sword and galloped out from the tip of the sword, heading in front of one of the two great demons.

The big demon's name was Zeming, and the pseudo-Ten Realms clone that was conjured up was a middle-aged man with white hair, dressed in black, and a black river hanging behind him.

Seeing this sword qi like the "carving insect technique", Ze Ming smiled silently, and after losing the talisman with one hand, he only met the enemy with one hand.

The middle-aged man stretched out a finger and gently pressed against the white sword qi that was as fast as lightning.

He laughed and said, "That's it······ Huh?"

Originally, Zeming still felt that he looked down on the owner of the fairy sword with light, but he never thought that when the white sword qi touched his fingertips, it instantly enveloped Zeming's whole body, and everything in front of him was white.

"Although there are some small surprises, there is nothing to worry about. ”

With a flick of his sleeves, those white rays dissipated instantly, and the white-clothed young sword immortal who held the light fairy sword in the distance returned to his field of vision.

It's just that this is no longer the city of mountain ghosts, and the great demon who came with him has disappeared.

As far as the eye can see, this place still looks like a demon wilderness, but Zeming can't smell the breath of the demon clan, and he can't detect the demon qi that belongs to the demon wilderness.

Between heaven and earth, there is no demonic energy and aura, only the sword energy of the white-clothed young sword immortal.

"It turned out to be a small world of sword qi, I understand. ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, spread out his right hand, and a long sword slowly appeared in his palm, and his body was extremely black, and even light could swallow it.

It seems to be in harmony with the fairy sword in the hand of the young man in white, and the hit is inconsistent.

It turned out that Jiang Xiang used the magic power of the Natal Flying Sword to lock this great demon clone of the pseudo-Ten Realms into the small world of sword qi of the Natal Flying Sword with himself.

Jiang Xiang wants to fight against the big demon.

The young sword fairy hanging in the air in the distance, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his left hand lifted Hanguang is sword, bringing up a sword qi to practice.

The sword qi turned into sword light from a hundred zhang away, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through the air, and Ze Ming's horizontal sword was in front, and he lifted a sword up with the same technique.

The pitch-black sword qi also turned into sword light, colliding with the white sword light displayed by Jiang Xiangshi, and then one flew to the sky, shattering the clouds above, and the other went to the ground, blasting out a shocking crater.

For example, the meteorite outside that day ruthlessly fell, leveling the ground within a radius of ten miles under the feet of the two.

The first time they met, they exchanged swords, and they were testing and confronting each other, Jiang Xiang squinted slightly, secretly planning tactics in his heart.

In the face of a demon of the Ten Realms, even if he holds a fairy sword in his hand, is a sword cultivator, and has experienced a hundred battles, Jiang Xiang, who claims to know the demon clan very well, still needs to fight with his life and go all out.

For him, it was a devastating battle.

In other words, every time Jiang Xiang chooses an opponent, it is a ruin for himself.

If you win, you will break the border, and if you lose, you will die.

It's exciting.

Jiang Xiang smiled and calculated the difference in strength between the other party and himself.

The young man of Jindan Realm, because he is a sword cultivator, should be regarded as a realm, then he has the strength of the Yuan Infant Realm, and because of his rich combat experience, he has killed countless demons, and he holds the fairy sword with light, and has mastered the magic power of the natal flying sword, and he can fight one-on-one with the enemy in the field of flying swords, and he can naturally rely on the "geographical advantage" to defeat the opponent.

In all these things, although Jiang Xiang is the peak of the Jindan Realm's paper strength, he completely has the handwriting of the Sword Immortal of the Distraction Realm, there is no doubt about this.

And the enemy is a big demon named Zeming, the Ten Realms Cultivation, although he holds a sword in his hand, but it is not a sword cultivation, even if he can make a sword, the power of the sword technique will be greatly reduced, because if it is not a sword cultivation, it is impossible to have a sword bone.

It is even more impossible to have a natal flying sword, as well as a "sword heart" that has been tempered thousands of times.

Moreover, if the other party is the true body of the Ten Realms here, Jiang Xiang may only be able to flee for his life, but the Ze Ming in front of him is not the real body, but the doppelganger that the opponent has transformed into with a grain of mind.

Strength can only be regarded as the pseudo-ten realms, not the true ten realms.

Then, in the face of such a "pseudo-ten realms", the young man in white does not think that he will definitely lose.

From Ze Ming's point of view, the current state is actually equivalent to a state of "semi-retreat", and he is still a little baby who is no more than a little girl in the Jindan Realm for the provocation of a sword immortal, and Ze Ming intends to ignore it.

It's just that he distracted his mind, glanced at the side of the Mountain Ghost City, and coldly watched the battle of the white-clothed young sword immortal killing the city lord Xuan Turtle.

Crisp and neat, without any mud and water.

It's a sword fairy style.

The more important reason was that he found that the young sword immortal was holding the immortal sword, and he was only seventeen years old, and he had the cultivation of the peak of Jindan.

Zeming felt that he couldn't let such a junior return to the world safe and sound.

It's just that the body sucks demon qi at the "Ming River" where the demon qi is extremely abundant in the demon desolate world, and the pocket Ming River behind Ze Ming's transformation of the law is the semi-finished product he refined from the real Ming River.

If you leave now, I'm afraid all your efforts will be wasted.

But Ze Ming was unwilling to give up the opportunity to strangle a genius sword immortal who would inevitably reach the top of the kendo in the future in the world.

Therefore, I had to condense a doppelganger with my mind, shrink the ground into inches, and come to the city of mountain ghosts.

In addition, the Great Demon of the Ten Realms was also out of the same consideration, so he also came to the outside of the City of Mountain Ghosts in the way of condensing his mind and body.

Even if it is a pseudo-ten realm, it is also two pseudo-ten realms, and the other party is just a sword immortal at the peak of Jindan.

The demon desolate world has already given the young man enough face.

Although he was locked into a small world of sword qi by the natal flying sword of the white-clothed young sword immortal, he had no choice but to let this big demon fight with the young sword immortal.

But Sawa didn't think that the boy had a chance to win.

After exchanging swords with the other party, Sawaming smiled and said, "In your words to shake the world, this is called 'catching turtles in the urn', right?"

Jiang Xiang pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, it turns out that the one I hacked to death just now is not the real king, are you the one?"

The middle-aged man smiled dumbly, what a young man with sharp teeth.

The man who was only able to understand the words of Fuyao was unwilling to compete with the young man from Fuyao, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, he appeared directly behind the young man in white.

With a sword, he cut off the young man's "head".

But there was no imaginary scene of blood flowing.

I saw that the "head" cut off by the middle-aged man with a pitch-black long sword slowly fell to the ground, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into a sword qi, adding a lot of unevenness to the big pit.

The remaining half of the body suspended in the air by the wind shattered in response to the sound, shattering into countless snow-white sword qi.

It was as if the hidden weapon called the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle was flying all over the sky, piercing Zeming and making it impossible to get through.

However, the middle-aged man didn't move, just Yu Feng stayed in place, and after the thousands of needle-like snow-white sword qi reached the position of three inches in front of Ze Ming's body, it was difficult to advance an inch.

Not a single thing can be moved.

It was as if this Great Demon of the Ten Realms was surrounded by an invisible barrier, but it was not an aura barrier, but a demonic energy barrier.

After the last snow-white sword qi pierced into the invisible barrier, Ze Ming's mind moved slightly, and all the snow-white sword qi in front of him was shattered.

And from beginning to end, Ze Ming's expression has not changed in any way, but three inches in front of him, there are some ripples in the space.

"Interesting tactics. The problem is that the demon desolate world is the urn, and you are the turtle. ”

The middle-aged man restrained his smile and casually threw the pitch-black long sword into the air and into the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black sword even dyed the sky black.

The white clouds turned into black clouds in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the black cloud shattered into countless pieces.

Turning into countless black sword lights, it fell like rain.

Where the black sword rain passed, it ruthlessly deprived all creatures on the ground of their vitality.

Flowers and plants are stained, and flowers and plants are withered.

Birds and beasts touch it, and birds and beasts die instantly.

And the scope of this black sword rain is far greater than the white sword light that Jiang Xiang shattered in the first scene.

It almost enveloped the entire sword qi world created by Jiang Xiang.

Hundreds of zhang away, the young man was white-clothed Ruoxue, but the fairy sword was light, and it was no longer in his hands.

Zeming looked at him from afar, felt a little funny, and asked, "What trick are you going to play again?"

Before the words fell, a snow-white sword qi that was more urgent than lightning suddenly appeared from behind the middle-aged man, passing through his body, as if ignoring the invisible barrier with terrifying defense in front of him.

Subsequently, several snow-white sword qi appeared in the sky, on the left, on the right, and under the feet of Zeming, and pierced his heart with one arrow.

You can even see the place that was passed through by the sword qi hole, and even the flesh and blood were no longer left.

Jiang Xiang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter what tricks he plays, what can kill people is a good trick." ”

After thinking about it, it seemed that what he said was wrong, so he changed his words and said, "You can kill demons." ”

In the distance, black blood overflowed from the corner of the wind's mouth, but he smiled at the boy.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

The big demon fell straight and smashed into the huge round pit on the ground, kicking off a puff of smoke and dust.

The white-clothed young sword immortal, squinted his eyes, pinched the sword trick with two fingers forward, and the fairy sword Hanguang appeared out of thin air, sweeping countless black sword rains, protecting the master, and then, when those black clouds in the sky were gone, Jiang Xiang patted the hilt of the fairy sword with his palm, and Hanguang suddenly flew towards the round pit.

Just kidding, the Great Demon of the Ten Realms, how can it be so easy to die?

After the smoke cleared, a pitch-black figure appeared in the huge round pit on the ground.

The Great Demon Sawa Min's body has recovered as before.

Seeing this scene, the boy in the sky smiled.

It's just because the pocket-sized river behind the big demon Zeming is broken, just one inch.

That is, no matter how horrific the attack is endured, no matter how serious the physical injury.

As long as he hovered behind Zeming, and the pocket river was still there, he would never really die.

This is important information.

Jiang Xiang silently kept it in his heart.

The boy in heaven laughed.

The big demon on the ground also laughed.

This time, Ze Ming was no longer as casual as his previous shot, but used his index finger and middle finger to gently twist a drop of water from the pocket river hovering behind him.

The middle-aged man blew lightly into the drop of water.

In the small world of sword qi, countless Zeming suddenly appeared.

surrounded the young man in white and snow, and the ground was airtight.

In front of and behind him, on his head and feet, as far as the eye can see, there are all big demons.

In addition to the clones, there are also clones, and almost all of these clones have the killing power of the pseudo-ten realms.

It's not that the great demon Mingming really has such a masterpiece, and he can conjure up countless pseudo-ten realms of himself at the same time.

It's just that he has the ability to lean down in any of his clones at any time, and each of these clones has the mana to shrink into inches.

This is equivalent to that every inch of soil and every space in this small world of sword qi will be Ze Ming's slaughterhouse and Jiang Xiang's guillotine.

Ze Ming in the round pit spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "I have already reminded you just now, the demon desolate world is an urn, and you are a turtle." ”

Every Ze Ming in the Sword Qi Small World spread out his hands, and they all said this to the white-clothed young sword immortal.

Suddenly, the magic sound lingered in the young man's ears, disturbing his mind.

Seems to have had enough.

Zeming stretched out his right hand and raised it above his head.

Then it turned into a fist in an instant.

An instant later, thousands of people in heaven and earth clenched their fists at the same time.

Countless black lines suddenly appeared in the small world of sword qi.

Criss-crossed, densely packed, as if to cut this small world of sword qi into countless pieces.

This also seems to be the big demon Zeming saying to the white-clothed young sword immortal, it is easy to kill you alone, but as a big demon, I not only want to defeat you, but also defeat you in every sense. Among them, it includes cracking your natal flying sword supernatural power and cutting your sword qi world.

The sky is falling apart.

One side of the landscape turned into weakness.

When the sword qi shattered, it was as if there was a sound of countless mirrors shattering in his ears, intermittent and lingering.

Then, the smile of the great demon came to an abrupt end.

It's just that after the sword qi small world was shattered, he and the white-clothed young man did not immediately return to the demon desolate world, but found that they had come to a more illusory small world.

Just now, Zeming realized that something was wrong.

Because the small world is broken, the sun, moon and stars in the small world also have to fall one by one.

However, no.

The red sun in the sky always hangs overhead.

The corners of Zeming's mouth twitched slightly, and a voice came from a distance.

The voice smiled: "I forgot to remind you, my natal flying sword is called 'Dream', and the flying sword magic power is called 'Mirror Flower Water Moon', if you still want to crack my flying sword dream with brute force, then the demon desolate world will be one less big demon from now on." ”

The Great Demon Zeming blinked again, and the white-clothed young sword immortal floating in the distance instantly shattered into countless pieces, as if a mirror was broken.

"Hehehe. ”

"Haha······"

"It's a little bit more interesting than I thought. ”

After a burst of low laughter, the middle-aged man put away his smile, but his face was still filled with the joy of meeting his opponent.

If there is anything more exciting in this world than killing the Fuyao Genius Sword Immortal.

Then it can only be to kill a sword immortal who holds an immortal sword.

So in advance, in order not to let this match-and-match fight that doesn't seem to be evenly matched, it doesn't end so quickly.

The big demon Ming left a lot of hands, and it can even be said that it only took less than thirty percent of his strength.

Seeing that the owner of the fairy sword with light did not die so easily, he couldn't help but begin to feel joy.

The whole person's body began to shake. It was a move that Sawa was excited about.

"I will refine your soul into a lamp, light a lamp with your corpse oil, and spend some more years with me in the demon world, so that I can tell me a lot of jokes. ”

The big demon Sawa Ming's eyes instantly "lost his mind", and the black in the middle of his pupils slowly rotated until he submerged the white eyes.

Even the white hair slowly turned black.

The pocket river behind him continued to flow towards Zeming's body, and finally formed a black robe, and the last section of the pocket river turned into a pitch-black long sword, replacing the long sword that Zeming had condensed with demonic qi before.

The pitch-black sword exuded a terrifying aura around it.

The breath of death, only lightly swept through the air, leaving behind indelible black points of light.

This is devouring, and it is a higher level of darkness.

Ze Ming, who has been refined into a magic robe and magic sword, even if he is a pseudo Ten Realms clone, is extremely important to treat as Ze Ming's body coming here in person.

The big demon Ze Ming, his figure flashed away, and a sword opened the way in front of him.

In the small world of sword qi, it turned into a black rainbow, cut through the sky, and went straight to the sky.

On the other side of the canopy, the white-clothed young man who was found by the big demon Ming to find the location of his true body looked calm, but the corners of his mouth no longer rose.

Jiang Xiang's hands contracted at the same time, put his index finger and middle finger together, and the fingertips collided together, and said in a deep voice: "Hanguang Edict." ”

In the small world of sword qi, around the black rainbow that pierced the sky, the immortal sword light continued to appear.

Each of them is also a clone of the fairy sword with light.

After the boy's "Edict of Light".

The sword qi heaven and earth instantly converged, merging into the countless immortal sword light-containing clones, as well as a light-containing body.

Ten thousand swords return to one, passing through Zeming.

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Qingque Dynasty.

A man stood outside the Jinluan Palace, looking at the main hall with the gate open, and his eyes passed through the sides, straight to the dragon chair.

Originally sitting on that dragon chair was the first emperor, and he was also the king he admired the most.

The two are both monarchs and close friends.

Of course, the monarch and the minister come first, and the friendship comes last.

Looking at the whole world, whether it is a secular dynasty or a small vassal state, the relationship between monarchs and ministers is so delicate.

I have never heard of a courtier who would think that he could really become the emperor's friend, or that he dared to put his friendship with the emperor before the relationship between the emperor and the minister.

It's not that no one has ever done that, it's just that they've all died.

died very early, died very miserably, and even occasionally, died unexplained and blinded.

The man looked at the dragon chair, thinking of the emperor's friend with whom he had not spoken a few sincere words, and was stunned.

It's a good big living person, and it's gone in a blink of an eye.

The funny thing is that they prepared the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor only overnight.

Because the war is imminent, the two adults who are in power and the opposition feel that the ministers cannot be without a leader for a day.

Therefore, even the funeral of the former emperor has not been dealt with.

A Qingque dynasty has already begun to work on the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor.

It is not the first time that some people in the DPRK and China have held this enthronement ceremony, and it is not like the first time that they have done so neatly.

It's like I've been secretly rehearsing countless times.

Just wait for today.

The dragon chair in the Jinluan Hall no longer belonged to the man's friend of the emperor, and from now on, it belonged to another person.

A man who does not understand, but who wants to give his life for him as if he were protecting the emperor.

The former crown prince of the Qingque Dynasty and the future emperor of the Qingque Dynasty.

An elderly eunuch bowed slightly, and said respectfully to a middle-aged man: "Lord Gu, the enthronement ceremony is about to begin, Your Highness hopes that you can stand behind him and accompany you." ”

The middle-aged man's name is Gu You, and he is the commander of the palace guards of the Qingque Dynasty, responsible for guarding the safety of His Majesty the Emperor and the entire palace.

It is also the only guard of the Qingque Dynasty who can enter the Jinluan Hall and the emperor's study with a sword, and has won the trust of the previous emperor, and his prestige among the ministers is also extremely high.

Gu You turned slightly, lightly rested one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and nodded, "Father-in-law still shouts His Highness?"

The old eunuch understood, and immediately changed his words: "It's Your Majesty of our Qingque Dynasty." ”

Gu You snorted, and then looked at the vacant dragon chair in the Jinluan Palace, and shook deeply.

After getting up, he took one last look and turned to walk down the steps.

Outside Ziyang City, the enthronement ceremony was held as scheduled.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at this moment, His Majesty the Emperor after a stick of incense, will stand above the city gate and speak to the people gathered under the city walls.

This was not included in the statute of the enthronement ceremony, but for some reason, it was accepted by the master of ceremonies officials who only knew how to do things step by step.

After the enthronement ceremony, the person who will become the emperor of the Qingque Dynasty is named Ying Xiao, and the word is Mincai.

Ying Xiao said that he insisted on standing at the head of Ziyang City at the enthronement ceremony and speaking to his people.

Both above and below the city walls were covered with palace guards, blocking the way in and out of the palace gate.

Above the canopy, there is a Confucian sage who has a good relationship with the national teacher of the Qingque Dynasty, and he specially came from the school palace to sit here, beware of the enemy country's qi refiners, and take advantage of the enthronement ceremony to take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters to stab here.

Gu You stood on the city wall, turned his head to the lower right, and glanced at it, there was a sea of people, almost squeezing through the Vermilion Bird Street outside Ziyang City.

"For such a grand event, how can you not drink a few jars with General Gu?"

An old man in a Confucian shirt walked from the city, patted Gu You's shoulder with a smile and said.

The Qingque Dynasty guard only smiled and said, "If the national teacher is interested, Gu You will definitely visit the national teacher's mansion after the ceremony is over." ”

The old man in the Confucian shirt smiled and said, "That's it, General Gu don't break his promise." ”

"Don't dare. Gu You waved at him slightly.

With the voice of the master of ceremonies, "Enthronement ceremony, begin." ”

First, under the city wall, applause was like thunder, and the people cheered.

Then, a man dressed in a dragon robe slowly ascended from another end of the city wall.

Ying Xiao held the dragon robe in one hand and gradually walked to the center of the Ziyang City Wall.

He raised his hand and turned it into a fist, and there was an instant silence underneath.

The national teacher of the Qingque Dynasty and Gu You, the commander of the Great Internal Guard, stood behind Ying Xiao on the left and on the right, respectively.

When the two saw this scene, they looked at each other and smiled.

The new emperor has not yet ascended the throne, and he has such prestige, which shows that God bless me.

After the scene quieted down, Ying Xiao smiled and began to speak.

For a moment, his smile froze on his face.

A woman screamed in amazement from under the city walls.

"There are assassins!"

Before Ying Xiao could say a word, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and her body fell backwards and fell on Gu You's body.