After the first seven years, in the small house, the three of them sat around and ate breakfast silently.

After Feng Qingtong finished eating, he took off the snow-white hairband on his head and stood up with his sword.

Xiao Chu no longer looked shy and restrained, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand upright, and looked at the back of the person who had walked out of the courtyard gate.

"Do you want to come back?"

Feng Qingtong stood still, didn't turn around, explained a word, and left:

"Wash the dishes well. ”

Xiao Chu looked at the back, he vaguely knew that this time he should be gone. Xiao Chu picked up the dishes and chopsticks again, and silently crawled two mouthfuls of rice, a man he was not familiar with, and he had never said a few words in total, which made him feel a little inexplicably sad.

Long Xinyue looked at Xiao Chu's sad appearance, reached over and gently touched his head. For this child, she sincerely pity.

Feng Qingtong once visited Zhentianxia again, but Lu Xuan only asked him to bring Long Xinyue over, saying that after he left, Long Xinyue's affairs in Xiaochu would be handled properly. Long Xinyue knew that she was involved in a secret matter again from the moment she entered this uninhabited village, but she was a smart girl, and she didn't ask much about things that shouldn't be known to her. She is only responsible for bringing Xiao Chu back to the Long family to avoid the limelight for a while, that's all.

Feng Qingtong had already left and rushed to the killing game. The dinner table was still silent, and the two of them silently ate with vegetables.

Long Xinyue took the lead in putting down the dishes and chopsticks, but Xiao Chu continued to eat one bite at a time, until the table of Feng Qingtong's skills learned in Zhizi Mountain was eaten cleanly.

"Then, Xiao Chu, shall we go?"

Long Xinyue said tentatively.

"Wait until I've washed the dishes. ”

Xiao Chu put away the dishes and chopsticks one by one, and Long Xinyue hurriedly followed to help clean up. When it was time to wash the dishes and brush the chopsticks, Xiao Chu resolutely did not let Long Xinyue interfere. The last thing here reminds him of two people. It used to be his mother who was busy in this kitchen, and it was the plain white swordsman who was busy here recently, and today, he Hu Xiaochu was finally the only one to do these things. Long Xinyue stood quietly on the side, watching the small child brush the dishes carefully one by one, and then seriously put these dishes and chopsticks into the cupboard, and the ceremony usually closed the cabinet door seriously.

Long Xinyue suddenly felt that everything in front of her seemed to be a farewell that this child was doing.

When Xiao Chu did everything well, a long-lost smile bloomed on the child's immature face, and he seemed to have changed back to the innocent ordinary child.

Xiao Chu took the initiative to gently hold Long Xinyue's hand:

"Sister, let's go. ”

Long Xinyue was stunned for a moment, took Xiao Chu's hand, and was inexplicably a little sad:

"Well, let's go. Go back to Long's house with my sister. ”

No matter how clean the house is, it will soon be dusty. But as long as someone remembers this place, this place, it doesn't count as dead.

......

Feng Qingtong had one person and one sword, put on a ghost mask, and went to Jingshi.

After leaving the house, Feng Qingtong no longer struggled to suppress the malice in his heart, and Feng Qingtong's side was cold. Gao Shan Xuan is right, the extreme dark attribute does affect people's minds, and Feng Qingtong is a lonely star, Feng Qingtong's last remaining rationality is already on the verge of being completely swallowed up.

The Luoyun Sword couldn't help but tremble in Feng Qingtong's hand, but even if it was an artifact, it was just a weapon after all, and it couldn't stop Feng Qingtong from completely impregnating it with dark spiritual power. One

The snow-white long sword, the blade of which all turned black, and when it finally stopped trembling, it seemed to be a part of Feng Qingtong. Even if the people of Luoyun Dao came in person, if they didn't kill Feng Qingtong, they would not be able to recapture this long sword, and at this moment, this sword really belonged to Feng Qingtong completely.

His eyes were sunken, his eyes were pitch black, and he had a ghostly face, making Feng Qingtong look like a powerful ghost roaming the world, and the dark spiritual power that really belonged to him in his body was far more than the light spiritual power forcibly injected by the Luoyun Dao people was a hundred times fuller, so that it overflowed out of his body, making Feng Qingtong look like a god and demon body with a black divine ring.

Setting off early in the morning and riding against the wind, Feng Qingtong came to the gate of the imperial city at night.

The two palace guards saw that Feng Qingtong was not dressed like a good person, and hurriedly attacked each other with spears to protect the city gate:

"Stop, who dares to trespass on the palace!"

Feng Qingtong didn't stop, just walked forward.

The two guarding the palace gate glanced at each other and were about to take action, but the next moment, the spears in their hands suddenly broke, and a strong impact hit the waists of the two, and the two of them were knocked out directly!

Feng Qingtong came to the gate of the palace, and the guards behind the door found that the situation at the door was not right, and saw Feng Qingtong who had stepped through the palace gate at a glance. After being briefly shocked by that momentum, these people all shouted to kill Feng Qingtong.

Feng Qingtong took the ghost mask, and still kept his original speed and walked forward, as if he didn't see the countless soldiers who kept gathering towards him.

When the group of guards rushed towards Feng Qingtong and approached Feng Qingtong, Feng Qingtong's steps staggered slightly, and then slowly stepped on the ground.

It seemed to be a little light, but the next moment, with Feng Qingtong's toes as the center, the marble floor suddenly shattered, and a black spiritual power suddenly expanded with the crack, and a heavy pressure smashed head-on towards the guards surging in all directions. With a slight click, Feng Qingtong cleared all the palace gates in the blink of an eye! For a while, no one could stand up.

On the palace wall, someone stood with a sword, he also wore a mask, not an evil ghost, but golden but like a god.

"Qingtong, don't be obsessed, now you are aiding the abuse!"

Su Shangqing held the fourth place in the weapon spectrum, and Shang Qing, the second divine sword in the world, shouted loudly.

Feng Qingtong's eyes were dark, and he glanced at Su Shangqing, and his qi instantly locked onto the tall man.

"Why did they persuade me to put down my sword? Why did I have to bear the burden of the world? Why was I born ashamed of the world? I was born as a substitute?"

"If the world thinks that I am a wicked person, then what else will I do to change my life against the sky and bury the lives of those around me? Today, I am only fighting for myself!"

"Wang Sui, you will die!"

Leaping up, like a black dragon sweeping into the sky, he wants to fight against heaven and earth by himself!

Su Shangqing's long sword was in his hand, his body flashed with golden light, and the sword light suddenly rose as if it was as high as the sky, and the righteousness filled the sky and the earth for three thousand miles!

"Let's fight!"

With a sword split, he instantly killed the black dragon, as if a divine soldier descended from the sky!

Su Shangqing just breathed a sigh of relief, who knew that the black dragon was just the first move, the black mist dissipated, and Feng Qingtong held the sword against the golden sword light!

Su Shangqing withdrew his sword move, and the next moment, a black evil sword had already slashed in front of him. At this time, Feng Qingtong had already jumped into the sky above Su Shangqing, and suddenly a sword slashed down, one gold and one dark, the two swords collided suddenly, Su Shangqing was like a meteorite being chopped down from the city wall, and fell to the ground fiercely, blasting out a big pit!

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and Su Shangqing hurriedly breathed, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth. When he looked at the city wall again, where was there still Feng Qingtong's shadow?

Su Shangqing didn't chase it immediately, and sighed in his heart that Feng Qingtong's incarnation realm had probably reached the extreme, although he didn't do his best, but one move showed that even if he went all out, he was not an opponent. All of a sudden, Su Shangqing was a little gloomy and incarnated to the extreme, he couldn't parry, how strong was the demigod realm of the national teacher? If the national teacher really refined the dragon qi of the palace, I am afraid that it was really possible to ascend to the Dao.

Su Shangqing sighed: "It's a pity...... Zhengzheng and Qingtong, I can't protect any of them......"

Besides, Feng Qingtong slashed Su Shangqing with a sword, and for a while, there was some qi and blood surging Su Shangqing's Dahua Habitat, but it was solid and first-class. After taking two breaths at random and suppressing the restlessness in his body, Feng Qingtong knew that he had to fight quickly today. And in this palace powerhouse, how can there be no peerless killing array?

Moreover, the Dongcang royal family also has an artifact that can mobilize national fortunes.

"Up!"

Without thinking about it anymore, Feng Qingtong stopped drinking, his body rose like a dragon, and he jumped towards the deep palace and crushed away.

The ancients said that women "enter the palace gate as deep as the sea", not only to say that in the deep palace, everyone is deep-minded, the most superficial meaning of this sentence is that there are many courtyard doors in the deep palace.

Feng Qingtong was like a rampant prehistoric dragon at this time, with the aura leaking out of his body, starting from the outermost step through the palace gate, and piercing towards the deep palace!

There were many figures at the gate of the Daodao Palace, but no one could stop the tornado from roaring by, and the ground where it passed was cracked, and the guards all fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

With this sword, Feng Qingtong walked through the thirteen palace gates in one go!

Crashing into the huge school field in front of the court, on the high steps is the Jinluan Hall, the hall is divided into Chinese martial arts. At the highest point of the Jinluan Palace, behind the layers of curtains, the emperor of the current dynasty was sitting.

The sudden loud noise naturally reached the ears of the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, and the civil officials all looked at the white figure standing in the school yard in shock, and the military attaches were all calm.

In today's court, almost all the officials who should go to the court are there, but there is a lack of a national teacher Situ Qiu, who is ill, and a great general Situ Langyan.

A solemn voice came from the throne, as if announcing the death of the man and the sword in the field.

"Zhuqing, King Qin's meritorious service is today. ”

The generals in the field are all out, and they kneel respectfully under the steps:

"Wait for the order!"

Feng Qingtong was under the white jade steps outside the hall, and a line of generals came out of the hall, lined up in a row on the white jade steps, and looked down:

Chen Shengwei, the general of the protector of the country, Liu Shanquan, the military attache Zhonglang, Yi Si, the marshal of the Northern Expedition, Hou Guangjun of the distant mountains, and the mighty general Huang Zhan, plus the emperor's personal escort Su Shangqing, who had not yet arrived here, and the six great masters of the incarnation realm.

Behind them, there were more than a dozen Divine Rise Realm junior masters such as Zhongshan General Hu Xianen.

With so many people on top of it, the pressure was suddenly all on Feng Qingtong alone. Feng Qingtong quietly looked at the nearly twenty people, almost more than half of Dongcang's high-end combat power gathered here. He didn't care about the almost frozen air around him, and he didn't care that his feet were sinking deeper into the pit under the weight. Wearing a ghostly face, he lifted his jet-black long sword, pointed at the group of people standing tall, and said softly:

"Death to those who stand in my way. ”