"Lord Wang!"

When Mo Zhifeng came to Li Nie's palace, he looked a little tired, because he hadn't closed his eyes for several nights. When the incident in Nanjun happens, there will be too many things to be busy with for the Heavenly Supervisor, and it will be very busy.

Once the imperial court has the slightest disagreement with the Southern Desolate Spirit Clan, the end will be a war.

Once a war breaks out, it will inevitably employ people. Who can use this and who can't, the Prison Heaven Division has to find out the ins and outs before that, and the prince also thinks that this Nanjun incident, it is very likely that there are still hidden piles in my court, otherwise how could the spirit clan, who has always been cautious and cautious on weekdays, fight because of this trivial matter?

But at this moment, Mo Zhifeng is not only sleepy, but also a trace of panic, or fear.

At this moment, the prison Tiansi is also like an ant on a hot pot, but the prince still has to urgently summon him into the palace at this time, isn't something wrong?

"Mo Zhifeng, how long have you been following me?" Li Nie put down his hand and stared at Mo Zhifeng and asked.

"This ......" Mo Zhifeng was a little overwhelmed for a while, and pondered for a while before he slowly spoke, "Lord Wang, there are more than twenty years ......"

"Twenty years. Li Nie couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "In the past 20 years, you have been loyal and have never let me down." You're the head of the Heavenly Division, can you do it?"

"Don't stop the wind and never regret it!" Mo Zhifeng replied, and his heart was even more panicked. The prince would not have such innocuous questions with him for no reason, especially at such a time. So, there is only one possibility.

Perhaps, the prince found something, and now called him here to test his loyalty. Mo Zhifeng even had a premonition that it might be difficult for him to get out of this imperial city today.

After Mo Zhifeng said this, the prince was silent. His own face became even more ugly, could it be because he had said the wrong thing?

"What is Yang Yue asking you to check on?" Suddenly, the prince spoke in a low voice, breaking the silence in the palace.

"Niangniang......" Mo Zhifeng didn't dare to hesitate, and subconsciously replied, "Niangniang...... Let the minister investigate the matter of Baishushan. ”

Mo Zhifeng gritted his teeth, but decided to tell the story. After all, this is not an unsightly thing, it's just that Niangniang called the prison to investigate people privately, which is a bit inconsistent with the rules of the imperial court.

Is your prison heaven division to assist the imperial court, or is it set up for her to be the queen?

If it is too much, I am afraid that the loyalty of the past 20 years has ulterior motives.

The two were talking, and suddenly above the clouds outside the palace, a thick cloud instantly gathered. It is also this thick cloud that makes Chang'an City seem to be shrouded in a layer of haze.

"This is ......" Mo Zhifeng stared at the thick clouds and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Su Yongqiu, you still chose to go first. Li Nie looked at the clouds in the sky and muttered in a low voice.

"Su Yongqiu?

......" Mo Zhifeng thought in his heart, and quickly clarified the ins and outs of this matter. Wei Changting's severed hand was no longer a secret in Chang'an City. And Wei Shichun, as a sixth-order cultivator, naturally couldn't watch his son have one of his hands cut off like this.

This vision of heaven and earth only appeared when the seventh-order cultivators made a big fight.

Now that the prince has mentioned the three words Su Yongqiu, it is obvious that Su Yongqiu fought with Wei Shichun in order to protect Xu Changfeng.

After all, he Xu Changfeng is a disciple of Mr. Qin, and Su Yongqiu and Mr. Qin are both disciples of Shaoling Gong, and the relationship between Xu Changfeng and Su Yongqiu is really unusual.

This is why the former has happened so many things in Chang'an, but he is still alive and sound. His Xu Changfeng's backstage is not just as simple as a Dingjiang Palace.

"Don't stop the wind!" At this moment, the prince suddenly spoke.

"The minister is here!" Mo Zhifeng did not dare to slack off.

"Inform Shen Binglin and let him go to the Qingzhu Sword Academy. After all, Su Yongqiu is one of the few seventh-order cultivators in our dynasty, and the Qingzhu Sword Academy can have today, but he is indispensable. He has served our dynasty for many years, and let him go more beautifully, so as not to have gossip and wanton rumors that my dynasty is not sympathetic to the heroes. Li Nie said in a low voice.

"Yes!" Mo Zhifeng nodded, turned and walked quickly out of the palace.

When he walked out of the palace, he felt the clothes behind him get wet.

If it weren't for something happening on Su Yongqiu's side, would he still have a chance to get out of this palace alive today? Mo Zhifeng didn't even believe it.

However, the words of the prince were ostensibly for Su Yongqiu, but in fact, the only person who could hear the words was him.

The prince is warning him that even if he has made great achievements, in the end, it will only be a little more beautiful for you to go.

The prince can sit in the deep palace and watch Chang'an, if he wants Su Yongqiu to live, it is just a matter of words. But in the end, he said that he would let him go, so to speak, the prince was just a little reluctant to let Su Yongqiu go so early, and he didn't really have the heart to protect Su Yongqiu.

"Su Yongqiu, if you can live for two more years, this world may really be different. Li Nie stared at the sky, as if he had seen the sword momentum of the two major cultivators in the Qingzhu Sword Academy.

"Even if I rescued you today, but you used the aura of heaven and earth to cause serious depletion of the meridians in your body, and in a few months, you will still die. In that case, it is better to let you walk in the scenery. There are not many seventh-order cultivators in my court......"

He looked at the back of Mo Zhifeng leaving, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

He didn't want to punish Mo Zhifeng severely, but just wanted to warn him sideways who he was doing things for.

Mo Zhifeng is an old minister, and he has seen too many comings and goings in the court, but people are always able to see others clearly many times, and often can't see themselves clearly.

Helping Yang Yue check Baishushan is nothing

It's a big deal, it's just that this is a broken rule, and I have to remind him. It's just that Mo Zhifeng thinks too much about himself, after all, he still has an imprint on his heart about the incident ten years ago.

The moment Su Yongqiu took out his sword, the aura of heaven and earth seemed to have converged into a line, falling from the sky and falling straight on the hilt of his sword.

At this time, Su Yongqiu could not say that he was a fairy wind and a bone, and he was not as white as a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes. What can be seen on him is only a fierce sword intent, which is the spirit of a strong man, and he doesn't need to hide it with a gorgeous back.

Wei Shichun's heart was very depressed, and he felt the ferocious power of Su Yongqiu's sword.

"Su Yongqiu, since you choose to play with your life, then I will play with you to the end!"

As he spoke, the spring silkworm sword in his hand broke through a layer of brilliant new green, like a spring silkworm breaking through a cocoon, and under the gloomy sky, this new green looked extremely fresh.

Whoa!

The green bamboo sword killed in front of him, Wei Shichun took it sideways, and immediately a burst of energy burst open, and under the surging sword intent, a crack of three zhang long appeared on the ground unconsciously.

"Spring Thunder Style!"

Wei Changting watched from the sidelines, feeling extremely shocked.

This is a peerless learning that has been passed down from generation to generation by their Wei family, and once it is displayed, it will inevitably be severely damaged physically and mentally. At that time, it was not just a matter of recuperation that could be compensated for for a while.

Therefore, this Spring Thunder Style is also listed as a forbidden technique of the Wei family, and it must not be easily used when it is not life and death.

"Father!" Wei Changting roared in his mouth, he wanted to stop his father, but this was already on the bow, and he couldn't stop it at all.

Su Yongqiu also wouldn't give him a chance, the green bamboo sword split out several bamboo shadows, and exploded between the two swords, as if setting off a layer of hazy mist, and the fallen leaves were flying, so autumnal.

Su Yongqiu is very beautiful, and the aura of the world in Chang'an City is under his control.

Ever since the moment he forcibly broke through the peak cultivator in Ninghai County that day, he already had the qualifications to mobilize the aura of a region, heaven and earth. This is why the peak cultivator came out with a sword, and the heavens and the earth changed suddenly.

"Old thing, mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, and you will only die faster. Wei Shichun was suppressed very uncomfortable, the aura of heaven and earth was not under his control, and the spiritual power that could be displayed became much weaker.

He gritted his teeth, and the Spring Silkworm Sword in his hand became shiny, as if he had just been baptized by thunder, and in the brightness, there was a faint lightning and thunder.

"Broken!"

Su Yongqiu gathered the aura of heaven and earth and slashed down with a sword.

It was the strongest sword of his life, but it was also the last.

Not only the Qingzhu Sword Academy, but the entire Chang'an City trembled. The faces of the vendors on the side of the street changed dramatically, and they looked up at the sky, silently praying in their hearts that this fight would not affect them.

In a battle between cultivators, it is useless to escape.

All they could do was pray, pray for the big man in the palace to make a move.

Otherwise, the tragic image of Chang'an East Lane that day will sweep Chang'an again

City!

Whoa!

Under the clear sky, the thunder flashed through the sun's rays, and everyone saw an incomparably dazzling light and shadow in their sight, and as this light and shadow dissipated, the heavens and the earth were dim, as if they wanted to have wind and rain.

"It's over. Su Yongqiu glanced at where Xu Changfeng was. He has his own formation laid out in advance, and no matter how fierce the attack here is in hundreds of years, it will not affect him.

The green bamboo sword in his hand slowly turned dark green into withered yellow, as if it had experienced a reincarnation.

Starting from the tip of the sword, it spreads bit by bit to the blade, followed by the spine.

The green bamboo sword was like a broken cloud of smoke, and it only needed to be gently blown by the wind and thunder, and it would instantly transform into ashes.

Whoa!

It's raining.

An autumn rain and a cold, the cold air came from all directions, and a piece of ice fell on the entire Qingzhu Sword Courtyard.

It's hail!

Cracking sound!

The chaotic sound of hail hitting echoed in all corners of the Sword Courtyard, and Su Yongqiu stood under the hail rain, his hands empty, but he was still in the posture of holding a sword. Wei Shichun in front of him was already exhausted, and he was seriously injured and couldn't even lift his sword.

In a trance, the hail rain became more and more violent, like a heavy snowfall, and thousands of miles of ice sealed the old man who should have stepped into the torrent of history.

A tall withered bamboo fell, crushing the small wooden house behind Xu Changfeng.

(End of chapter)