"If you step out of this palace today, then the painter will not want to leave the kingdom alive!" Concubine Wen Ling no longer used any negotiating tone.

"Master Wen, are you serious?"

"If I give up my clothes, jade food, royal power and wealth, and cultivate in the Sword Sect of the Mountain for twenty years, and finally have to surrender to others, then what is the point of everything I do?" Concubine Wen Ling said coldly, the momentum of the head of the generation has been fully displayed at this moment.

She stood there, like a Milky Way waterfall flowing straight down, making people feel a majestic sense of suffocation when they got closer.

"There are some things that Master Wen said, I agree, but there is one sentence that you said wrong. Zhu Minglang stood in front of the door leading to the courtyard, behind him was the towering palace wall, and there was a round of golden autumn moon, and the bright night light fell, outlining Zhu Minglang's figure tall and resolute.

"The concept is different, how can it be right or wrong!"

"Looking at this world, except for Zhu Xueji in the kendo realm, no one can compare with you......" Zhu Minglang slowly raised his hand.

The night sky is clear, the moon is brilliant, but a blazing sword is burning, the scorching crimson seems to light up the night of the whole palace, and the indigo stars and moon are also dyed bright fiery red!!

In the palm of his hand, the flames burst out, and the tail of the fire pattern was like a dragon like a dragon, wrapped around Zhu Minglang's long arm, and quickly penetrated into his blood vessels, meridians, and bones, making Zhu Minglang's whole body like a piece of iron tempered by thousands of tempers, fiery red and clear, and every inch of muscles and bones burst out with blazing power, like gods and demons awakening in the mortal womb of the flesh!

"Fire Scar Sword - Sword Awakening!"

The flame of the heart that cannot be extinguished for thousands of years, as long as it is still lifted up and waved at the enemy of fate, this fire will burn again on the rusty sword, and it will be brilliant again!

The momentum is like a waterfall flowing straight down, cold and magnificent, but Concubine Wen Ling's momentum at this moment can't suppress the fire aura that burns all over Zhu Minglang's body, her face is reflected red, and her eyes are full of disbelief!

Zhu Minglang's body obviously does not have any sword cultivation.

Why ...... at this moment?

Powerful, wild, and as powerful as a mountain of flames, the entire palace seemed to fall into a sea of flames swept by a heat wave.

"Isn't Master Wen obsessed with the Heavenly Fall Sword Technique of the Yaoshan Sword Sect?" Zhu Minglang held the Fire Mark Sword in his hand, the flames were blazing, dancing gently, and the flames were like red lotus blood in the sky!

"Hmph, even if you can use the twelve swords, how can you help me!" Concubine Wen Ling already held the sword in her hand, this sword is like jade all over the body, smooth and gorgeous, the moon at night is the moon white, and the flame is maple red!

"The first twelve swords can't even touch a single hair of Master Wen, but the last five swords have cut off the leylines of the earth and made a piece of territory fall, I don't know how many swords Master Wen can withstand!" The momentum on Zhu Minglang's body burst out suddenly.

At this moment, Zhu Minglang is a volcano, the lava inside bursts the entire volcanic dome, and the hot solution and rock chips sweep together, such a terrifying power, if it is wantonly vented, the palace princess palace will be instantly turned into ashes.

It's just that Zhu Minglang has already reached the realm where he can control these momentum at will, and he rushed this power towards Concubine Wen Lingfei alone, and the whole room didn't even shake the wine glass for half a minute, but Concubine Wen Linglang was in a terrifying disaster, the sky was falling, and she couldn't stand on her feet at all!

"Skyfall Sword Technique ......"

Without the previous twelve swords, Zhu Minglang started directly from the fourteenth sword, the huge palace and the extravagant princess hall were silent, and even the wind did not change in any way, but when Zhu Minglang's sword fell, Concubine Wen Ling's face changed.

She lifted her sword and stepped on the eaves of the dormitory again, and the whole person soared into the night like a nightingale, and soon got rid of Zhu Minglang's momentum......

Concubine Wen Ling soared higher and higher, and the vast royal palace was already like a drawing on the earth, and the entire country was in full view.

Looking down, Concubine Wen Lingfei looked through the hollow eaves, saw Zhu Minglang, and saw his hot eyes that were still locked on him, those eyes were inexplicably eye-catching, as if he had flown into the Nine Skies and Stars, and he was still staring!!

"Suzaku Sword!"

The sword that spits out is no different from the one in the ear.

Zhu Minglang's sword swung out, swung into the night sky, and swung at Concubine Wen Ling, who wanted to get rid of her momentum, and in an instant, the sword body bloomed like a fire lotus, and the night sky seemed to burn up, a heavenly beast Vermilion Bird, descending in the midst of hundreds of millions of stars, was born from the crimson autumn moon, spread out the wings of flames, and seemed to be able to cover the entire capital of the country, and the magnificent body made the entire night sky seem crowded!

The sword was transformed into fire, shaped like a heavenly beast and a red bird, and for a time the streets, houses, and courtyards of the entire national capital were illuminated crimson, and the high walls of the palace were even more like the rising sun......

People raised their heads, and under the extremely strong burning night, they could see a woman with a graceful posture, who was swinging an extremely terrifying sword qi into the night sky countless times, and every sword qi was like a river surging, and even as long as any sword inadvertently swept over the street, it would raze the long street to the ground!!

But this kind of sword power can't tear apart the sword fire Suzaku.

Suzaku falls to the royal palace, and the gorgeous palaces and buildings of the royal palace will be reduced to a lifeless scorched earth at any time!!

"Master Wen, don't easily threaten what I love with Zhu Minglang in the future, otherwise your palace, your Sword Sect, including you, will be crushed into dust by me!!"

Concubine Wen Ling was shocked, this sword fire Vermilion Bird was too domineering, she might be able to survive from this sword fall, but the palace under her feet would be wiped out in an instant, and tens of thousands of palace nobles, palace maids, and guards might all die!

However, just as the blazing Vermilion Bird sword fire touched the eaves of the highest pavilion, the furious flames in the sky turned into non-destructive fireworks in an instant, destroying nothing but splendor and beauty.

Grass and trees, bricks and tiles, and the palace maids and guards who seemed to have dreamed of purgatory, they did not even have a single hair burned, but the fear of seeing the ghost gate spread from the depths of their hearts to the whole body, and they fell to the ground one after another when they were paralyzed......

Concubine Wen Ling fell in the night sky of death and landed on the towering eaves of the princess's palace.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Zhu Minglang, who had already jumped onto the high wall of the palace.

Zhu Minglang glanced back at her, and from this woman's gaze, Zhu Minglang interpreted something more complicated, but it was impossible to have any results today.

"You can hide, but you can't hide from the ultimate fate of you and me. Concubine Wen Ling's breath was calm.

If the path of cultivation is a journey to the heavens, hundreds of millions of mortal spirits will slowly fall silent in the lofty mountains, and the only people who will finally meet at the top of the heavenly gate will be those few people.

Before that, Concubine Wen felt that Zhu Minglang would follow behind her, but at least she could see him.

But now, she believed that the peak of the few people would have a place for Zhu Minglang, and no matter which seat or land they started to climb from now, they would still watch each other out of loneliness on the top of the highest mountain.

This is the ultimate fate, so why struggle, what if the scenery along the way is beautiful?

"I've told my fate, and I need to work harder in order to comply with it. Zhu Minglang said to Concubine Wen Ling.

After saying that, he put away his sword, jumped down from the tall wall of the palace, and threw himself into the vast bustling market, no longer having the slightest nostalgia for the palace and the beautiful master.