The flying sword shuttled through Ye Shui Han's ears, only a tiger-like whistling sound was heard, and the water flow sword in Ye Shui Han's hand was followed by Wei Qijian, and the black sword was aimed at her chest unhurriedly.

The Liushui Sword flipped several times in the air, and finally fell under the Taotao River, and disappeared without a trace.

"You lost. Wei Qijian looked at her and said in a deep voice.

Ye Shui Han didn't react for a while, and suddenly the cyclone under her feet suddenly dispersed, and her body suddenly fell from the river, and she was about to sink into the water, Wei Qijian suddenly grabbed her waist, stepped on the water on her tiptoes, and swept over the other shore in two or three strokes.

"I'm ......" Ye Shui stared at Wei Qijian steadily, and suddenly stopped.

She suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said solemnly: "You go quickly, they won't let you leave Chang'an easily." ”

"If I'm gone, you'll die. Wei Qijian said in a deep voice.

Ten years ago, in order to let Wei Qijian leave Chang'an safely, she made a ten-year covenant with him.

Ten years later, she did not defeat Wei Qijian as she wished, and the imperial court would not easily bypass her.

On the riverside, there were only two figures, staring at each other alone. Suddenly, Wei Qijian's sharp eyes blinked suddenly, and a thick murderous aura rushed out from behind Ye Shui Han. Vaguely, there seemed to be a sharp sword as white as snow stabbing towards Ye Shui Han from behind.

"Whoa!"

Wei Qijian pulled Ye Shuihan's body hard, turned around and used his back to meet the sudden sharp blade.

White in and red out!

Under Ye Shui Han's gaze, a black-clothed cloak figure flashed behind Wei Qijian like a ghost, and the blood on the snow-white sword was still steaming.

With a whoosh, the sharp sword hovering in the sky fell like a comet, and the black-clothed cloaked figure just tapped its toes, and in the blink of an eye, it opened a distance of nearly ten zhang.

Wei Qijian trembled all over, and hurriedly supported the ground with the sword in his hand, and then he almost fell.

He turned to stare at the black-clothed cloaked figure, and there was a little more confusion in his eyes, "Pan Xuanbing, the shadow of the Heavenly Supervisor?"

Among the seventh-order cultivators he knew, there were not many people who could have such hidden strength, and there was just such a person in the imperial court, he was Pan Xuanbing, but this person acted extremely secretively, it was said that only the prince Li Nie and the prison heaven Si Mo Shufeng had seen him, and the rest of the people who knew him had only heard the name.

"You can actually call my name, it seems that Mo Jiansi's guess is correct. Pan Xuanbing let out a deep voice.

Lingkong Jianzhuang must have placed an undercover agent in the imperial court, otherwise Zhao Xinji would not have escaped from prison so quietly, and now Wei Qijian can call his name, which proves this speculation ironcladly.

Wei Qijian saw a move, and the golden light sword inserted in the ground flew into the air again, the rainbow light dissipated, and it was replaced by three flying swords with a slightly dim light, obviously Pan Xuanbing's sword made him suffer a lot of serious injuries, and he could no longer maintain such a powerful flying sword.

Wei Qijian took a deep breath, as if ignoring the wound on his waist, straightened his body, raised the black sword in his hand, and stared at Pan Xuanbing in front of him.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, you can't make a move. He didn't look back, but just listened to the voice, with a hint of anger in his eyebrows.

Pan Xuanbing looked at Wei Qijian's appearance and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you think that the imperial court will only send me alone?"

As his words fell, there were suddenly two more seventh-order cultivators' breaths on the riverside, one of them was very familiar to Wei Qijian, he was the head of the Heaven Prison Division, don't stop the wind.

As for the other person, he was dressed in golden armor and held a scaly armor sword in his hand, and his momentum was obviously a few points stronger than the two of them.

"The imperial court really looks up to you and sent three seventh-order cultivators to see you off, how is this scene?" Mo Zhifeng said as he stared at Wei Qijian.

That day in Daoxiang Village, Wei Qijian and Mo Xingxiao humiliated him in front of many cultivators, and he had to get this part back sooner or later. They were already at the top of the cultivation world, and ordinary interests could no longer shake them, didn't people live just for a face? Ordinary people still want face, let alone a seventh-order cultivator?

Shen Binglin didn't say a word, and there was an arrow step forward, stirring up a cold sword momentum.

"Bang dang!"

The scaly armor sword and the black sword instantly touched together, and the sword qi cut a long crack on the surface of the river like a chopping knife, just like the sword that was used by the night water cold just now, but this crack only lasted for ten breaths, and was slowly restored by the rushing river.

The decisive battle between the two sword qi masters was naturally a scene of sword qi flying, but Wei Qijian was not just this sword qi.

With a flick of his fingertips, the umbrella-handled swords hovering in the air smashed down one after another on top of Shen Binglin's head. I saw a dragon roar from Shen Binglin's scaly armor long sword, and a scaly armor tornado burst out from the blade, and the bell bell knocked the flying sword falling from the sky three times, but it didn't stop there. After the flying sword bounced away for a short distance, it was once again horizontal with the ground, exploding a torrent-like surge, and galloping towards Shen Binglin from three different directions.

Boom! Boom!

The two flying swords were intercepted in mid-air, Shen Binglin put away the scale armor and the wind, stared at the flying sword in front of him, and stabbed out with a sword.

"Bang dang!"

The flying sword was like scrap metal, dissipating a gorgeous halo and falling to the ground.

Pan Xuanbing and Mo Zhufeng didn't dare to delay, after they stopped the flying sword, they all went towards Wei Qijian. After all, he was a peak cultivator, and if he was late, he would change, otherwise the imperial court would not have arranged for three seventh-order cultivators to come and deal with him.

Wei Qijian looked at the three people who were coming towards him, and the black sword in his hand shot straight into the sky, like a piece of burning coal, gradually dyed from black to crimson, and even golden red!

"Changhong sunset. ”

The red-hot sword smashed down from the sky, Mo Zhifeng didn't dare to underestimate it, and spread the sword intent in front of him, the small sword in his hand and the red-hot red iron-like sword body rubbed out several cremations, the waves were raging, and several aftermaths were blown up, just a blink of an eye, Mo Zhifeng's court clothes had already had several more gaps.

The sharp sword swept in front of Mo Xuanfeng's body at a high speed, and headed straight towards Pan Xuanbing. Pan Xuanbing immediately stopped his steps, and the white sword in his hand condensed a cold aura, and he could faintly see that the blade was covered with an ice layer. This is dozens of times more terrifying than the frost condensed by using the Cold Rain Sword Sutra.

Ping Pong!

The sword like scorching red iron hit the sword in Pan Xuanbing's hand, and the thick layer of ice melted in an instant, and the sword shadow was dashing, like the autumn wind and falling leaves, sweeping the clouds and sky, and the momentum was very spectacular.

The sharp sword passed in front of Pan Xuanbing and fell into Wei Qijian's hand, and at the same time, Shen Binglin's sword just smashed in front of him. This seems to be a fancy-free hit, but it hides an incomparably powerful energy, and you can see that the mud and sand under Wei Qijian's feet have been half a foot deep.

"Seven swords out of the sheath, maybe you can escape. Shen Binglin stared at Wei Qijian and said in a low voice, "It's just that you can still pull out a few swords now?"

"What benefits can you get in the end by working hard for the imperial court?" Wei Qijian did not answer his words, but asked rhetorically.

"People in the rivers and lakes, each for his own master, is this the last words you left?" Shen Binglin's face was gloomy, "It's still as naïve as you were back then." ”

Back then, Wei Qijian and Shen Binglin participated in the same Star Club, and in the end, Shen Binglin lost to Wei Qijian's half-move, and he wanted to find a chance to find it back in the future. But who would have thought that after the starry meeting, Wei Qijian was smooth sailing, not only stepping into the peak realm, but also getting the second place on the Tianzi list, and the gap between the two was constantly widening.

No one expected that they would understand the battle they owed back then in such a way today.

"You won, but unfortunately it wasn't so honorable. Wei Qijian smiled slightly and fell silent.

The scale armor long sword in Shen Binglin's hand suddenly flashed a dragon seal, and with the dragon seal, the turbulent river on the side seemed to calm down, and the boulders that kept rolling down on the top of the mountain seemed to be stuck in some indescribable positions.

This is Longwei, Longwei is in one place, and all things surrender.

Why is Shen Binglin so strong? Some people once speculated that the scaly armor long sword in his hand was refined from a piece of true dragon scales, and it was full of true dragon qi, and with this true dragon qi, he could make him stand out among countless strong people.

The scale armor long sword advanced slowly under the suppression of the golden-red sword in Wei Qijian's hand, as if that barrier had been broken, and the corners of Wei Qijian's mouth were constantly overflowing with blood, and his face became more and more pale.

"Whoa!"

A dazzling spark flashed, and the scaly armor sword pierced Wei Qijian's chest again.

At the same time, a roaring impact of a wild dragon burst out from above the blade, shaking Wei Qijian's body into the sky in one fell swoop, and landed heavily on the riverside.

"Seven Swords!" Ye Shui Han on the side couldn't help but shout, his face full of tears.

Once she made a move at this moment, all that Wei Qijian had done would be in vain.

What the imperial court wanted was nothing more than Wei Qijian's corpse. Ye Shuihan helped Wei Qijian fight for ten years back then, and now she needs to make an explanation, an explanation that satisfies the imperial court.

If she hadn't made a ten-year covenant with Wei Qijian back then, the District Chang'an Forbidden Army would naturally not be able to stop Wei Qijian, but he would never be able to take half a step out of Nanjun, ten years of life and death, a person's life is so short, how many ten years can make people squander so wantonly?

Shen Binglin picked up the sharp sword that had turned black on the ground, even if he was already a late-stage seventh-order cultivator, when he held this sharp sword, he actually felt a heavy feeling, it was conceivable that Wei Qijian was actually carrying such a heavy sword all year round.

It's no wonder that after this sharp sword is out of its hands, it can break through the attacks of the three of them in an instant.

He stared at Wei Qijian who had fallen to the ground, his life was dim, and he could die at any time.

"You're right, I'm not honorable to win. Shen Binglin said in a deep voice, "But the imperial court doesn't need this so-called glorious ......."

A dynasty, if it wants to live for a long time, if it wants to survive for hundreds of years, if it is just based on this dispensable face, it has already declined dozens of times.

His strength is an honor, even if he uses some skills that cannot be put on the table, as long as he can achieve the goal, it is honorable.

For now, the prince Li Nie does have the capital and the strength to inform this thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, so that it can be stable for a long time.

And a rebel like Wei Qijian, who is likely to threaten the rule of the imperial court, must also be ruthlessly eradicated. Shen Binglin is right, as a courtier, he should take it as his duty to obey the king's order, even if it is a wrong decision, all he can do is propose changes, but he can't disobey.

Shen Binglin walked to Wei Qijian's side with steps, the river resumed its surging momentum, and the mountains were still trembling.

"If you're to blame, it's your fault. He stared at Wei Qijian and said in a low voice.