Glancing at Miyamoto Chunxia, whose clothes were charred not far away, and seeing that his chest was still undulating, Ling Ziqian no longer paid attention to him, but instead focused on the object in his hand.

This is the original sheathed long sword held by Miyamoto Chunxia, Ling Ziqian is familiar with ancient history, naturally he has also seen the records of the Nine Dragons Sword, and he also understands that this is the important weapon of the country in China.

Suddenly, Ling Ziqian's eyebrows furrowed, only to see that after leaving Miyamoto Chunxia, the red spider web textures on the Nine Dragons Sword all lit up slightly, exuding a wave of evil energy, and the lines began to spread towards Ling Ziqian's palm touching the sword!

"Pardon!" Ling Ziqian held the sword in his left hand, mobilized the true yuan, and stretched out the sword finger in his right hand, pointing straight at the junction of the hilt and the scabbard, only to see that starting from the fingertips, a subtle thunderbolt spread out like a net, quickly spreading all over the sword body!

Thunder Evil, wherever the thunder light reached, the red lines quickly melted like thin snow illuminated by the scorching sun, until the entire sword was covered with thunder light, and the red lines disappeared without a trace, Ling Ziqian breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and slowly dispersed the thunder lines!

After 10,000 years, the Nine Dragons Sword finally broke the seal today, the sword trembled lightly, emitting bursts of golden light, but after all, it was forcibly controlled by the Fusang seal for 10,000 years, the energy only did not go in and out, the origin was greatly damaged, and it was impossible to recover to its peak power without a long period of spiritual energy nourishment!

"Win, win!" The little monk was jumping around in the crowd, not paying attention to the high wall, behind Li Qiusheng, an elderly monk had completely blackened his face!

The little monk was happy when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "It's not good, someone is going to sneak attack!"

Everyone looked at it, only to see that the entire army of Fusang and the American Alliance pressed in, approaching Ling Ziqian's direction!

"Ami, you Buddha, go, beat him!" The little monk had a violent temper, and rushed to the opposite side with the demon pestle, although Li Zimo felt wrong, the opposite side did not look like he was going to continue fighting, but he was helplessly pushed forward by the crowd!

Seeing that the two groups of people were about to fight again, Ling Ziqian, who was standing between the two groups of people, stomped his feet violently, and the strong true yuan turned into a shock wave, spreading to both sides with Ling Ziqian as the boundary!

The dust from the earthquake wave turned into a clear earthy yellow dividing line between the two armies, completely separating the two camps that were about to come into contact.

Everyone saw that Ling Ziqian was blocking the way, although they didn't know what to do, they still stopped their pace and watched the development of the situation.

"Xiao Zhe, I've been to Shaolin Temple for so long, why are you still so frizzy?" Ling Ziqian took two steps back and came to the little monk's side, the Nine Dragons Sword in his hand was silent at this time, and the brilliance was restrained, no different from ordinary mortal iron!

The terrain in front of the city gate was open, the breeze was blowing, and the dust quickly drifted away, and then everyone found that the opposite side was not to provoke another war, but to surround Miyamoto Chunxia, vigilantly looking at Huaqing and the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Alliance!

"It's not dead like this, third brother, why don't you stop being ruthless?" the little monk muttered after seeing Miyamoto Junxia staggering to his feet with the help of others.

"Don't shout and kill at a young age, be careful that Abbot Huiming will punish you for copying Buddhist scriptures!" Ling Ziqian flicked in front of the little monk's forehead and chuckled.

"I'm not afraid, I've already copied a copy of the Diamond Sutra with Senior Brother Zhitong, and now it's hidden in my arms!" the little monk smirked, unaware that the ears of an old monk on the wall moved slightly, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up a weird smile!

Ling Ziqian looked at him with a smile, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, saying that time can kill everything, but the blood feud between Huaxia and Fusang, I am afraid that even after a thousand years, it will not melt in ten thousand years, because it is left by the ancestors in the depths of the blood, and the deep hatred of Fusang, even if someone really wants to forget that period of history, then the thousands of innocent souls buried in the land of Huaxia will not agree!

However, after all, Huaxia is a big country with tens of millions of years of inheritance, and the first saints taught us to love and not attack, big not to attack small, strong not to insult the weak, not to be thieves and widows, and to walk the world with the five virtues of benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith!

Otherwise, at the beginning of the recovery of the aura, Huaxia, which has the most ancient cultural heritage and has a vast land, would have destroyed the entire Fusang long ago!

Before the revival of the aura, a predecessor once said: "Self-denial makes people not weak, keep the way and let him be strong!", if it is because of his own strength, he goes to destroy Fusang, then Huaxia is not Huaxia, just a more powerful Fusang, and it is not a state of etiquette that is now respected by all people!

"Whoosh !!" as if the time had been calculated, the battle here had just ended, and several major principals had also returned, Shangguan Lingjing fell lightly beside Ling Ziqian, shaking the fan unhurriedly, but its disordered aura, as well as the slightly wrinkled, and dusty Hanfu, also showed that the battle just now was not easy.

However, the few people on the other side looked even more miserable, Hattori Hanzo and William were carried back by the other two vice presidents of Fuso and Hattori Hirakawa, and Hattori Hanzo's demon knife village was cracked with two cracks, and it was almost broken into three!

In contrast, the Huaxia side won a complete victory this time! Not only did they defeat the combined team of Fusang and the United States, but they also retrieved the Nine Dragons Sword, the country's most important weapon!

Hattori Hirakawa also noticed the sword in Ling Ziqian's hand, but he opened his mouth, and in the end he didn't open his mouth to ask for it, after all, he also knew that he was wrong, it was the things of the ancestors, and Fusang was not honorable, and now he was begging, I am afraid that he will really be killed here by everyone!

"What happened?" When all the dust settled, the Kunlun Ruins finally came late, only to see a large number of people jumping down from the city wall, jumping directly to the middle of the two groups of people, led by Li Qiusheng, who had been watching on the city wall!

This way of playing is very unfriendly to Fuso and the United States, and it is almost like saying that we have just been watching you being beaten on the city wall!

Especially Hattori Hirakawa, it is even more sad in his heart, this time not only lost the Nine Dragons Sword, but even the village is also disabled, and the demigod Hattori Hanzo is almost broken outside the Kunlun Ruins, Hattori Hirakawa feels that the people in Kunlun Ruins might as well not come forward, so that there can be a psychological comfort, unlike now, people have made it clear that they have joined forces to bully you!

"Hahaha, old friends met, I couldn't help but have a discussion, I didn't want to alarm everyone in Kunlun Ruins, ashamed, ashamed!" Among the deans, the only one who is still neat and tidy is Yan Lingdong, although he is ashamed at the moment, but when he sees him stroking his beard proudly, he knows that this guy can't tell how happy he is in his heart!

"Is that so?" Yan Lingdong was there the whole time, not to mention that the law enforcement forces were ordered by him to stay closed, so he naturally knew the ins and outs of this whole thing, but he still routinely asked Hattori Hirakawa.

"Yes, yes, yes! Yan Jun is right!" Before Hattori Hirakawa could speak, Yan Lingdong's sword-like sharp gaze swept over, and since he already knew that he was in the same group as the people of Kunlun Ruins, Hattori Hirakawa simply gave up the struggle and completely confessed!

"Hahaha, look, I'll just say, Brother Li, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's go and have a drink first!" Yan Lingdong laughed heartily when he saw this.

"Okay, I'll hold a banquet and wash the dust for you, Dean Hirakawa, are you together?" Li Qiusheng looked at Hattori Hirakawa with a smile, there was no way, Hanzo and William were seriously injured and unconscious, and now they can take charge of Hirakawa alone!

Hattori Hirakawa was frightened, Nima, this is to see that I am not dead, and he wants to kill me! Hurriedly said: "No, no, the demigod is a little injured, we have to go back to the spirit boat to rest and recuperate, yes, go back to rest and recuperate!"

"That's a pity, we could have had a good time, and then we could have discussed the true meaning of martial arts together!" Li Qiusheng pretended to be a pity.

However, these words made Hattori Hirakawa secretly congratulate himself on his refusal just now, and then found an excuse, hurriedly led everyone to lead the way, and hurried back to Lingzhou!

"Master?!!" At this time, the little monk found an old monk who had been standing behind Li Qiusheng.

The old monk smiled at him, and then said, "Amitabha, wisdom and law, as a disciple of Buddhism, what kind of noisy and noisy system! Go back and copy a Buddhist scripture, I hope you can calm down and understand the true meaning of Buddhism!"

The smile on the corner of the little monk's mouth hadn't yet opened, so he heard the old monk continue, "This time, let's copy the "Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Law"!"

Hearing the little monk's painful wail, Ling Zhi and Li Zimo looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't want Li Qiusheng to take two steps and happened to stand beside them, and the frightened two of them didn't squint, looking like a good baby!

Without thinking, Li Qiusheng didn't pay attention to them, but looked at Ling Ziqian, or to be precise, at the Nine Dragons Sword in Ling Ziqian's hand!

"Uncle Li!" Ling Ziqian immediately saluted respectfully when he saw Li Qiusheng coming, and then handed over the Nine Dragons Sword with both hands!

Seeing the Nine Dragons Sword, there was a large group of people around, the youngest of whom were seventy or eighty years old, and the scary old men and old ladies with high seniority all gathered over, looking at Li Qiusheng's solemn face and his well-behaved hands to meet the Nine Dragons Sword!

The Nine Dragons Sword alone is the sword itself, even if it is a magic weapon-level treasure, it is not worthy of Li Qiusheng and others to be so solemn, in fact, the greatest value of the Nine Dragons Sword is the nine dragons of luck contained in the sword, which can make the national fortune of China more prosperous!

Because of this, the Nine Dragons Sword is actually not the sword of the enemy, he represents the imperial power, represents the majesty of the Son of Heaven, only the true Son of Heaven can pull out the Nine Dragons Sword, the imperial power is added, and nine golden dragons that dominate the ups and downs of fortune!

It's no wonder that the Nine Dragons Sword has been in Fusang for ten thousand years, and they have exhausted all methods, but they can't pull out the Nine Dragons Sword!

And Li Qiusheng is not only the head of the Li family, the leader of the Li family, one of the rulers of Kunlun Ruins, but also the master of the ancient sword Chixiao, and his cultivation is the emperor's way, and it is only fitting for him to pull out the Nine Dragons Sword!

Li Qiusheng did not draw the sword on the spot, the fortune of the Chinese country is very important, and the Nine Dragons Sword unsealed and drawn the sword also has a set of complicated and complete process etiquette, which is to think in the long run, pick a good day and an auspicious day and then hold a sword drawing ceremony!

"Go back to the city!" After arranging for the law enforcement team to bring the wounded from Jiangsu and Zhejiang back for careful treatment, Li Qiusheng led everyone into the Kunlun Ruins!