The prison door had just been closed, and out of nowhere, the sword qi broke through the night.

"Mo Xingxiao?" Liu Jingkang only heard a chant from Mo Zhufeng, followed by the sound of broken iron armor. The chains tied to his body also turned into scrap copper and rotten iron at the first time.

"Are you okay?" Liu Jingkang took off his blindfolding, and Mo Xingxiao walked towards her with a dim Xingchen Ancient Sword in his hand.

This Star Ancient Sword is obviously a little smaller than the one half a year ago, and at the same time, its power is also much weaker.

"Time is limited, Wei Qijian will drag Shen Binglin and the others outside. Mo Xingxiao said, with a touch of heaviness on his face.

Liu Jingkang nodded, and with his memory, he took Mo Xingxiao to wander quickly in the prison.

Mo Zhufeng didn't die, he was just stunned by Mo Xingxiao, how to say that he was also a seventh-order cultivator, if you want to kill him, it will take too much effort, it's not worth it.

He opened his eyes, and his right hand subconsciously grabbed forward, he seemed to have touched something cold, and subconsciously trembled. In the darkness of the endless heavenly prison, only a small moonstone above the head was illuminated. This is to prevent the torches in the prison from being extinguished and there is no bright lighting.

"Mo Xingxiao, how dare you rob the prison?" Mo Zhifeng stared at the corpses of the soldiers all over the ground, his face was very heavy. Like Zhao Xinji's escape from prison that night, the incident happened suddenly and was completely unexpected.

Mo Zhifeng seemed to sense something, subconsciously turned around, and triggered the switch knob of the Heavenly Prison Gate. All he could hear was the rumbling of the cell door opening, and the cold rain was slanting on his face.

In his sight, a touch of scarlet color was revealed, and the blood was like a rolling river, dyeing the front of the prison door full of red.

Tonight's palace banquet has long been over, and I originally wanted to take this opportunity to reorganize the court, so that the envoy of the spirit clan could take a good look at it, the prosperous dynasty was not something that his barbarian spirit clan could offend.

But who would have thought that the news of someone robbing the prison in the heavenly prison spread to the palace two moments after Wei Shichun's death.

This so-called impregnable Chang'an Heavenly Prison was finally broken by someone with a sword.

The national prestige of the dynasty was disgraced in front of the envoys.

This was not enough to make Li Nie angry, what really annoyed him was the felony in the prison, Zhao Xinji.

Liu Jingkang's appearance was just a bait, and his purpose was to fish out Shen Binglin and Chen Yuanyi who were hiding in the shadows. The two generals of the court are in Ming, and the remnants of the Lingkong Sword Zhuang are in ambush in secret, and only in this way can we ensure that Zhao Xinji can leave Chang'an safe and sound.

"How did Mo Xingxiao enter the Heavenly Prison? Wasn't her natal sword in Yang Yue's hand?Why was she secretly snatched it away without realizing it?" Li Nie looked up at the sky and roared excitedly.

He realized that the dynasty had made a wrong move, and that this wrong move could be a fatal blow to the dynasty.

Zhao Xinji escaped and fled, he stayed in the prison for ten years, didn't he reveal anything?

Is it as strong as it has ever been? This is a cause for thought.

Zhao Xinji made a very bad head, and the remnants of the volley sword Zhuang made an even worse joke.

This will make people feel that the prison is like a soft persimmon pinched in the hand, which can be broken through with only a slight force, and the so-called iron cage is just a tiger roaring and shaking the mountains and forests.

"Have you found out, how many people are there?" asked Li Nie in a deep voice.

As his words fell, a figure fell from above the main hall, knelt down on one knee and said, "Counting Mo Xingxiao, who is already in the Heavenly Prison, there are a total of four Seventh Order cultivators. ”

"Four seventh-order cultivators, where did he come from so many people in the Sky Sword Village?" Li Nie asked.

"Gongsun Longya, the falling moon is also among them. ”

"What are you talking about?" Li Nie's face at this moment could only be described by the word wonderful, he was both shocked and angry, and at the same time there was a hint of secret joy, "Just four seventh-order cultivators want to rob the Heavenly Prison, do they really not take the dynasty in their eyes?"

Four seventh-order cultivators, slaughtering a city is no problem. But it's different here, this is Chang'an.

"Go and tell Xuan Daoji that he has been raising swords for ten years, and now it's time for him to confirm for himself whether it is a broken copper or a sword that can kill the enemy. Li Nie shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The sword qi pierced through the rain curtain, turning clouds and rain in the sky like a swimming dragon. In half a year, although Wei Qijian's cultivation could not be allowed to return to the peak, it could also allow him to heal from his injuries.

Now there are always cultivation in the late stage of the seventh order.

"Is it worth giving up the rest of your life for the sake of a person who has already died?" Chen Yuanyi asked as he looked at Wei Qijian.

"I'm just hoping for Jianzhuang. Wei Qijian shook his head and said.

"Hope, do you think there is still hope?" Chen Yuanyi sneered. This is Chang'an, if you want to live here, you should hold all hope, even if it is only a slight moment.

Wei Qijian didn't reply, staring at him silently, perhaps thinking about this sentence.

"Well, it's time for us to make a break. ”

Chen Yuanyi stood on top of a dilapidated tiled house, the sharp blade in his hand exuding scarlet light and shadow, as if several sword qi could burst out between words.

Wei Qijian stepped on a flying sword at his feet, and in addition to the black sword he held tightly in his hand, there was also a sharp blade suspended on the left and right sides.

One thought of the five swords!

Wei Qijian didn't say anything long-winded, and the sword qi came out, following him like a shadow.

Sonorous!

In less than a tenth breath, on the top of the tiled house where Chen Yuanyi was standing, there were only a few tattered scales left, and the tiles had already broken into stones and rolled to the ground.

Chen Yuanyi's face was not very good-looking, Wei Qijian's sword was not easy to take, and the measurement under his feet was also shaky, and it could break at any time.

"Fall!"

He pulled out the sword body in front of him and jumped backwards, and at the same time, a blue sword aura rose from the sky

and descended, and a layer of aura was spread on the beams of the house. With this aura, Chen Yuanyi's figure looked even more weird, and in an instant, the sharp blade killed behind Wei Qijian.

The body protection sword on Wei Qijian's body was crossed, and it stuck the sword that Chen Yuanyi stabbed out.

"I heard that twenty years ago, you had seven swords fall in Chang'an?" Chen Yuanyi seemed to think of something, and asked unhurriedly.

As he spoke, the sword intent burst out, and there were several more figures around Wei Qijian in an instant, and each figure flashed out, it was a sword skill.

Wei Qijian's body leaned back, dodging the sword qi cut off by his waist, and the flying sword he stepped on took him to a height of one zhang at the same time.

"Do you want to see it?" Wei Qijian said calmly, holding the sword in his right hand, forming a sword finger in his left hand, and muttering some spell in his mouth. At the same time, the two sharp swords inserted in the hilt of his sword were vibrating slowly, faintly showing signs of being unsheathed.

Chen Yuanyi's face was a little solemn, and he was thinking about how to take over the fierce attack of the seven sharp swords behind Wei Qijian.

Bang dang!

The chains that were bound on Zhao Xinji's body were broken again, and he didn't rush to soothe his muscles and bones, but walked out of the cage quickly.

"Deputy Master Zhao, Liu Jingkang sees!" Liu Jingkang stared at Zhao Xinji's vicissitudes of life, and couldn't help but kneel and cry.

Since that night passed, Zhao Xinji was the deputy owner of the Lingkong Sword Village, and as long as he survived, the Lingkong Sword Village still had hope of revival.

(End of chapter)