"Today, I want you to be in the sword realm, and there is no holy land!"

The Nine Heavens Dragon Divine Technique, the highest martial technique of the royal family of the Spirit Dynasty, is cultivated with the lifeline of one day, and as soon as he makes a move, it is the power of thunder. The sword that stood also moved.

The sword roared, the sword body rose from itself, and directly jumped up a thousand waves, and the sword shook the four fields.

Ye Weiyang, who was dressed in black, slowly fell, holding a sharp blade, and the depth of the universe in his chaotic and godless eyes was like a universe: "No one, nothing, can withstand this sword." ”

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The sound of horses' hurried hooves was very abrupt in the dense forest, and suddenly, a sword mark appeared in the sky above Jiangdu Road, and the horse pulling the cart was suddenly frightened and knelt on the ground. And no matter how driven by the inertia of the carriage, it was directly thrown out.

A group of guards on horseback and torches next to them dodged directly, and they all supported the carriage with their hands, although it was thrilling, it was safe.

The team of guards also dismounted and knelt on the ground one after another: "Your subordinates deserve death! Your Highness is well?"

The person in the carriage coughed lightly, lifted the curtain on the side of the carriage, and looked back, and the sword marks came into view. There was a trace of worry on the face illuminated by the firelight: "There are all sword realm masters in the capital, this sword mark is so powerful, I don't know if my father can ...... safely"

An old eunuch holding a dust whisk next to him cleared his throat: "Your Highness, rest assured, Your Majesty is the true Son of Heaven, but Your Highness has no force to support you, and Your Majesty is afraid that he will not be able to protect him, so he let His Highness come out." Your Highness, please don't worry too much. ”

This highness is naturally the fifth prince Ji Qianzhong among the three princes of the Ling Dynasty. Weak and powerless, without force, a literati is just a literati.

"Heh......" With a contemptuous smile, Ji Qianzhong shook his head: "It's been half an hour into the territory of Qi Wu Dao, right?" Then he pointed to the sword marks on the sky and said: "The scene of the battle in the capital, you can see Yu Wei here, is the father really safe and sound? ”

Dozens of guards and several eunuchs and maidservants around them all knelt on the ground, not daring to get up, let alone answering at will. Because the demise of the Spirit Dynasty is already a sure thing. Getting the sword mark so dazzling, no one would believe that anyone would be able to dodge the attack of the sword mark owner, even if it was a sword, it was not taken by mortals.

After a while, Ji Qianzhong got down directly from the carriage, and several eunuchs on the side also hurriedly helped him down.

"Hurry up and repair these carriages, rush to the Jingliao Road Embroidery Mansion overnight, and the remnants of the military mansion, gather the personnel, and march towards Wuwei. The second emperor brother is in Wuwei Dao, and it is safer than me alone. ”

"No!" all responded in unison, followed by the inspection of the carriage and horses, and Ji Qianzhong just looked at the sword marks on the side of Jiangdu Dao worriedly, even if he closed his eyes, the brow still did not let go.

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Bu Qianhuai looked at the unfathomable sword mark, and a tremor came from the depths of his soul. The sky is magnificent, and people are unstoppable.

"Destiny, is it really so terrifying?"

Bu Qianhuai only felt why the protagonists of the Thunderbolt world would kill in all directions. Under the aura of destiny, it is so terrifying, it is naturally rampant. And such a person is no wonder that his task will fail in the hands of this person.

Ji Changshun did not pause, surrounded by nine dragons, and jumped out with a punch, but instead of facing Ye Weiyang, he went straight to the two owners of the Tibetan Sword Villa who were trembling together. Because Ji Changshun knows very well that Ye Weiyang, who has the ability to become the master of the Holy Land, is by no means something that can be broken by this blow. On the contrary, the two owners of the Tibetan Sword Villa who were anxious with the 'tricky plot' Jiang Chengzi were the best targets.

Ye Wei, the unequaled sword of the three village owners, suddenly felt a change, and a long sword in the sword box behind him instantly came out of the box, directly resisting the power of a punch.

But the shape was thin and thin, and the blade was blown away in just an instant, and as soon as Ye Wei turned around, his free left hand directly caught the long sword, turned around, and held the sword in both hands.

Ye Weiyang didn't speak, but the simplest sword, a sword qi went straight to Ji Changshun. Generally speaking, such a casual blow is not painful, but Ji Changshun is like a great enemy, such a sword, if you don't deal with it seriously, you will die!

Both hands clenched into fists, and another punch blasted out, and a dragon shadow flew straight away, blocking the sword qi. But it was faintly dissipated, and it still moved forward.

Ji Changshun's eyes were full of disbelief, but with madness, he punched out, and the sky was torn apart. Feng Chaoyang, who was facing the swords on the side, was exhausted, looking at the sword qi that was not too fast, but it was unavoidable, as if his strength had been drained, and his eyes were blank: "The Great Spirit is finished." ”

A sword pierces the heart, if it is a congenital top, even if it pierces the heart, it will not die, but under this sword, it seems that the soul has been penetrated and crumbling.

Ouyang Miao saw that the revenge was avenged at this time, and he was even more excited, and swung his sword to attack again: "Storm Spirit! For my disciples, pay for your life!" The starting hand is to return ten thousand swords to one, but the sword moves fluctuate greatly, enough to see the inner waves.

"For my brother, apologize!" Yi Qixing also moved, and the sword of Tsundere was like Mount Tai, pressing straight down.

Spirit Emperor Ji Changshun looked up and saw that the two swords were coming again, but he was no longer able to raise his hand to block it. It was just a laugh, and the laughter echoed desolate throughout the capital.

His eyes gathered, and then slowly dissipated, feeling that the two swords pierced his heart, Ji Changshun just looked up at the sky.

"Lonely...... Son of Destiny! Beyond the Heavens! Lone is about to become an immortal...... Hahaha......"

"Hmph!" Yi Qixing directly put his sword into the sheath, turned around and left, no matter what happened to the Spirit Emperor, after all, in addition to Ji Changshun, there were two people besieging Jiuqiansheng, which Yi Qixing couldn't bear.

Seeing the opportunity, the 'Tongtian Sword Master' He Moxian also directly took the sword of Xuanmiao, and directly took Feng Chaoyang's head, after all, he had lost the courage to live, and he had no sharpness, and there was no difference between staying and killing. But as one of the top leaders of the Sword Realm, for the Sword Realm, the top power of the Spirit Dynasty must die. Even if Feng Chaoyang's strength and life are admired by himself, he can't change the fact that the two sides are mortal enemies.

And many innate martial artists in the capital who watched the battle also saw this historic scene, and they all talked about it.

"The Spirit Emperor is dead, and the Spirit Dynasty is really over!"

"But who will be in charge of so many regions next? The Sword Realm doesn't seem to be able to fully grasp even the north, after all, it's a sect. ”

After all, the Qianchao Dynasty was also the former Central Plains Dynasty and the orthodoxy of China. ”

Listening to the voices of discussion in the capital, Bu Qianhuai smiled slightly.

'Here we go...... The best time! There will be a cup of the pie in this world!'