Xu Qingke stood in front of Ning Yi.

He rubbed his brow and didn't speak.

For him, there is nothing in this world that he can't let go...... Whether it is Yu Qingshui or Xu Qingke, their fates are entangled together, and the only one who really can't let go is this "sister".

Five hundred years ago, Yu Qingshui had only one obsession.

Revenge.

Subvert the Great Sui.

And Xu Qingke, who held the "life scroll", just wanted to protect his sister well.

The white-haired strategist's eyes were a little complicated, and he thought about Ning Yi's words again...... You find that you may have really done something wrong.

But in this world, not everything, there is a chance to start over.

Xu Qingke stood up and stood in front of Ning Yi and the others, he raised a hand, and the "Destiny Scroll" was suspended in his palm, and wisps of brilliant golden light converged like silk threads, rising and falling in front of him.

The brilliant golden light, with Xu Qingke as the center, spread out, turning into countless sharp blades that shot out, heading straight for the magnificent figure who was crucified on the throne.

Emperor Taizong's chest was pierced by that iron law.

The "iron law" was the greatest constraint of the first emperor on the successive imperial families...... The Lionheart King of that year died under the sanction of the iron law, and this big array shrouded the starlight within a radius of dozens of miles from Tiandu City, and took all the luck.

As long as the "Iron Law" array remains, then the emperor will not be able to get up.

The two of them pressed down on the man on the throne, and the golden blade of the life scroll tore through the space, piercing into the skin and flesh, rolling in the limbs.

The green tendons on Taizong's forehead bulged, his sleeve robe was full of qi and bulging, his fists were clenched, and a muffled snort came out of the throats of the monk and Chen Yi, and the two of them were almost shocked by the qi and flew out directly.

The two great powers of Lingshan and Daozong gritted their teeth, their mouths and noses were squeezed and bleeding by the majestic pressure, and the expressions of the two people were gloomy, and their feet stepped on the earth, holding down the emperor and preventing him from getting up.

Taizong's arms only raised a slight arc, and then they were held down again by the two powers, slowly pressing them back onto the armrests of the throne.

The three of them died together.

The iron law tore at the emperor's chest.

Taizong's expression was still firm, but the mist on his face broke open inch by inch, revealing that miserable white face, he had never been so miserable in the past six hundred years.

The originally solid divine soul, under the crazy attack of the life scroll, there was a constant stinging pain.

Every sting made him want to "give up" resistance.

The "heart" that was beating like a great sun was chiseled through by the black iron law, and it was reshaped by a steady stream of divinity at this moment...... If he gives up.

Then it's really over.

The emperor's gaze stared at Xu Qingke, and the white-haired strategist was not easy, and the life scroll required a great deal of mental effort.

From Xu Zang to the Chenglong Palace.

All of them.

All those who want to die on their own.

It's all at the cost of lives...... Wounds for wounds, lives for lives.

Xu Zang is like this, so is Xu Qingke, Kushan monk, Chen Yi...... The same is true.

The Emperor took a deep breath, he endured the intense pain of the iron law piercing his heart, gave up the physical struggle, and clung to his soul.

Flesh is shattered, and it can be reborn.

In his realm, severed arms, severed limbs, unless severed heads...... Otherwise, the great injuries can reunite his body with divinity, and if he completes the last step of the transformation from human to god, then he will become the first "immortal emperor" in the history of the Great Sui world.

The first Emperor of Light could not have done this.

Obviously, at that time, the iron law

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There is no way to restrain him, and after leaving his physical body, he may become a real "light", and in a single thought, he can do everything.

Taizong closed his eyes.

He endured a long ordeal.

Waiting for a turnaround, just like Xu Zang's "sword break......

However, a slight sound, in the whistling sound of the wind blade in the sky, was somewhat harsh.

The sound of robe tearing and shattering.

Taizong frowned, he opened his eyes, saw the pillar of the hall, and slowly stood up a young man.

Ning Yi tore off his black robe, tore the strip of cloth with both hands, tied it around the pillar of the temple, and then tied the girl and Xu Qingyan together to ensure that the two would not be swept away by the wind.

Ning Yi's chest, with mottled marks, scabbed wounds, and skin like wheat, glowed with a faint golden light at the moment.

The Emperor frowned.

Monk Kunshan and Chen Yi also frowned.

Xu Qingke looked at the young man who had difficulty getting up and whose cultivation realm was only ten realms, and said coldly: "Ning Yi...... What are you going to do?"

Ning Yi didn't answer him immediately.

After the collapse of the entire hall, there was rubble everywhere, and after Taizong took the step of Nirvana to immortality, all the rubble was suspended in the air, and he stretched out a hand to smash the stones that stood in front of him, and the pace was slow but steady.

Ning Yi walked in the direction where Xu was hiding and dying......

It was the place where Xu hid and died.

It is also the place where the fine snow sword breaks.

In the shattered place of the Chenglong Palace, the four great cultivators were all deadlocked, forming a perfect balance...... All it takes is a chance to upset the balance.

The last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Emperor's face became paler and paler, and he struggled to raise his arm, but the two great cultivators pressed it down again.

Ning Yi walked towards the end of the Broken Hall step by step, his eyes were cold, he climbed the collapsed stone steps, and then stretched out a hand to accurately grasp the hilt of the sword in the broken stone.

"Fine snow...... Come out for me. ”

"Bang"!

In the eyes of everyone, the young man pulled out the sword fiercely.

That's a ...... Only the hilt remained, and there was a small half-fragmented sword weapon.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little sad.

He was holding a half-broken long sword, and there was still the residual dead air of Xu Zang on the sword, the chill of frost killing.

The sword is broken, it doesn't matter......

The sword bones are still there.

The bones of the sword endure.

He held the "fine snow" in his hand, his arms slowly drooped, forming an oblique arc with the ground, the plain of white bones in his body was whistling and buzzing, and the water in the divine pool was constantly expanding.

Above the broken sword, something seemed to be converging...... The snow-white light, as cold and poignant as frost and snow, recondenses on the cross-section.

Ning Yi silently put his other hand on his eyebrows.

"Mountain Character Scroll - Kai!"

Xu Qingke's expression changed a little, and he could clearly feel that the starlight vortex that was wrestling with each other and stalemate here was actually faintly moving towards the young man who had pulled out the broken sword.

What kind of supernatural power is this?

The computing power of the life scroll has been separated by a layer of fog when divining "Ning Yi".

The identity of that young man has always been a mystery.

Under the identity of the little uncle of Shushan.

Under the identity of Xiling orphans.

There is also a deeper, more critical identity.

The white-haired strategist's eyes changed, and he looked at the young man who drew his sword, his voice was a little hoarse, and he muttered:

"He's ...... Sword wielder. ”

The three words "sword bearer" are in the sky above the Chenglong Palace

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Rang.

Monk Kushan and Chen Yi heard this.

Taizong also heard this.

This is a great secret...... But for those great powers in the Nirvana realm, this is not a secret.

No one knows how the inheritance of the sword bearer will continue, and no one knows how the incense of the sword bearer will continue...... But the lethality of this vein has made all the characters who have seen it palpitate.

There is no such thing as a "sword-wielder" that cannot be killed.

There was a touch of abruptness and relief in Xu Qingke's eyes.

No wonder.

No wonder Mr. Zhao Rui of Shushan would leave the proverb of fine snow...... Those who hold fine snow are the little uncles of Shushan, the general trend of the world, and they are easy to do.

Nothing can be cut open.

No wonder Ye Changfeng of the West Sea would make an exception to accept Ning Yi as a disciple.

It's no wonder that every time I use the "Fortune Scroll" to divinate Ning Yi, I always get nothing...... Because the real owner of this scroll is not himself, but the sword bearer.

Ning Yi pulled out the "fine snow".

The sword qi of the White Bone Plains stacked out.

He held the ancient sword with high divinity, covered in frost, snow and thick cold, and the void blade dragged out the sparks on the ground, and in the Chenglong Palace, it was both snow and fire.

Ning Yi climbed the stone steps of the throne step by step and came to the front of Emperor Taizong.

Walking here, he has used too much strength, this hall is full of the energy of the Nirvana realm, with his cultivation at the peak of the Nine Realms now, it is difficult to move an inch, if it is not for great perseverance...... I can't even take a step.

The emperor looked at Ning Yi and said in a hoarse voice:

"Sword wielder?"

Ning Yi's face was neither sad nor joyful, he just looked at Taizong silently.

He nodded, hummed softly in his nose, and said calmly:

"Sword bearer. ”

He clutched the fine snow.

This sword is just a sword with a killing power comparable to that of the Ten Realms.

In front of Taizong, this sword was like a fragile frost grass under the vast sun.

The sword is still broken fine snow.

But the sword bones are still there.

This sword bone is the sword bone of the "sword bearer", and it is the pure light that cuts through all the darkness in the world.

This sword is a new life.

It is also destruction.

Ning Yi handed out a sword.

The sword qi didn't startle much of a magnificent scene, not even the gravel next to the throne splashed.

The sword aura is like light.

Pressing the iron law, it pierced into the emperor's chest, and a wisp of blood was splashed out by the sword qi, blazing and brilliant, turning into a rain of light in the air.

The artistic conception of destruction and slashing of the "sword bearer" spread out in the emperor's chest.

Blood spilled from the corners of Taizong's lips.

The balance is broken.

Taizong, who was sitting on the throne, raised his head and looked up at Ning Yi, his eyes gradually becoming dissolved.

Ning Yi looked down at the emperor, this man who sat on the throne was like an insurmountable mountain, as long as he still had a breath...... Then he will not take it lightly.

The fine snow was left in the emperor's body by Ning Yi.

Together with the Iron Law.

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang. ”

"Bang ......"

The sound of the heart beating gradually slows down.

Ning Yi held his breath, time became slow and stagnant, and he had a vague premonition in his heart...... I am about to witness the birth of history.

......

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(Maybe it's because of staying up too late, my eyes are particularly sour today, and there should only be one chapter tonight?Wait for me to recuperate overnight, tomorrow on the 28th, it's a good day, and tomorrow there will be an outbreak that satisfies everyone.) ）

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