"What are we going to do?"

A heavy sound sounded in the corner tower of Changling, shaking the copper bell hanging on the corner of the corner of the corner tower and the eaves.

Several corner tower guards looked at Huang Zhenwei, waiting for Huang Zhenwei's answer.

Although Shen Xuan's courtyard is in one of the most difficult areas to observe in the corner tower, but the grandmaster above the seven realms really fights, at this time Shen Xuan walked through the alley, broke the wall and broke the tiles and fled towards the Wei River, the rain shattered in the wind and rain was as long as a dragon, how could he escape the sight of many guards on the corner tower.

Changling had previously arranged these giant-like corner towers, which were originally used to detect the powerful cultivators who had struck in Changling in time, so that the enemies of the Great Qin Dynasty could be better prevented and killed.

The biggest reason why the cultivators, including Bai Shanshui and Zhao Jianlu, were always in awe of Changling and were reluctant to enter this city was because of the existence of these corner towers that could quickly detect their movements.

As long as they attack in Changling, they must kill Changling at a fast speed, otherwise it will be impossible to leave.

Each corner tower is equipped with powerful magic weapons, and the guards are not weak cultivators. Shen Xuan was an important minister of the Great Qin Dynasty and was assassinated, and the defenders of Jiaolou City were originally responsible for protecting them.

What's more, when the city defenders were handed over to Huang Zhenwei after the death of the city, Huang Zhenwei and Shen Xuan became the newborn giants in Changling City.

In the eyes of these generals of the city defenders who are loyal to Huang Zhenwei, since Shen Xuan and Huang Zhenwei are the newly cultivated new giants of Zheng Sleeve and the current left and right arms, then the people from Jiaodong County are assassinating Shen Xuan now, and they may assassinate Huang Zhenwei in the future.

This is the truth of cold lips and teeth.

However, Huang Zhenwei, who was silently looking at the long mist dragon in the rain, shook his head when he heard such a question, and said, "Don't move." ”

"Why?" the guards couldn't understand, and it was still the leader who spoke up and asked.

Huang Zhenwei said: "I'm different from him, if Jiaodong County kills him, the saint will not have an opinion, but the saint will not allow Jiaodong County to kill me." ”

These guards all thought about what happened in the Lushan Alliance at the same time, and they all understood what Huang Zhenwei meant.

"Is that all?" the leader of the general was silent for a moment, and said, "The Holy One will not need it forever, let alone rely on someone forever. ”

Huang Zhenwei nodded, "But even if you want to move, there will be a more appropriate time." ”

In the long dragon of mist, invisible long swords are constantly generated.

These long swords kept falling on Shen Xuan, who brought out this mist dragon, not only splashing back with a puff of rotten ash, but also splashing scarlet blood flowers.

Zheng Bainiao flew in the wind and rain with his hands in his hands.

He was satisfied.

Whether it is in the vision of a cultivator who sees such a scene, or in his perception, Shen Xuan at this time is like a dragon's head, and he is a cultivator standing on the back of the long dragon very casually.

This long dragon was undoubtedly very powerful, but in the face of his sword intent, he was powerless to resist, and the more casual he was at this time, the more powerful he became.

The most important thing is that there will be countless cultivators in Changling who will see such a battle.

The strength that the world knows is far more happy and satisfying than the feeling that you are strong.

In a small river on the outskirts of Changling, there is a small boat.

A Taoist in a green shirt sat in the canopy of this Ye Xiaozhou.

The river rippled gently, and the edge of the boat rubbed against the reeds.

He was waiting for the long dragon of smoke and rain to rush out of Changling, passing by here.

It's a long way off, so he still has a lot of leisure.

However, all of a sudden, the green-shirted Taoist suddenly changed color, and in his perception, there was a breath like a fiery meteorite projected from the sky, and its momentum was more than twice as fast as the smoke and rain dragon that fled out of Changling City.

Just like a sword, no matter what realm a cultivator is, if his momentum is too fast, he will have no follow-up power, but it means that he is violent and has no room for maneuver.

This green-shirted Taoist who couldn't tell his age at all from his face didn't hesitate at all, but there was no sword in his hand, but a sharp sword sheath suddenly sounded in his body.

A sword light like mutton fat and white jade lit up in his hand, and the small boat he was sitting on instantly turned into countless fragments, like countless butterflies flying out.

As his sword momentum pointed upward, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, like a huge mountain sliding towards it, and all the reeds in the waters of this wild river were broken, driven by his sword momentum, and thousands of arrows sneered upward.

These reeds themselves have dried up in winter, especially when they are broken, and they are even more lifeless, but they travel through the air faster than arrows, and the sharp friction with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that he has attracted from them has rubbed out the vitality and greenery that makes people palpitate.

The continuous influx of heaven and earth vitality like a mountain made these reeds miraculously turn green, like a rapid growth in the soil, and actually formed a green screen in the air in an instant.

At the same time, on the mutton fat white jade-like natal sword in his hand, countless cyan sword lights were also born, like countless vines growing endlessly towards the sky.

There was a bang.

The cultivator who fell from the sky shattered the green screen, intersecting with the natal sword in his hand with a furious shockwave.

The Daoist snorted, and half of his body slammed into the water below, but after all, he caught this terrifying sword, and with a single swing, the cultivator who attacked from above also shook out.

"Why do you have to share life and death with me!"

Even using two secret techniques that are rare in the world to block this blow of the comer, this Daoist's body was churning with qi and blood, and his body was numb, but he forced his voice at this moment, and didn't ask the identity of this person at all, just shouted: "No matter what your relationship with Shen Xuan is, you should understand that I am not the only cultivator who is here to stop him today! You came in such a hurry, most of the true yuan in your body has already been burned, even if you can kill me, can you leave?"

"Spring is strong, you are He Chunyi, the worship of the Changling Tomb of the Lihou Mansion. ”

Wu Xuan's figure froze in the flying cyan debris, his clothes had been torn apart by the strong Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, more tattered than the clothes worn by the beggar, but the sword in his hand was extremely dazzling, and his whole body was golden to the extreme.

He frowned and looked at this grim-faced Taoist, and did not hide his disdain: "In the past, in order to curry favor with the powerful, Li Hou even sent his only son to Guanwai, but now he has fallen to Jiaodong County again, and he is the most spineless Hou Mansion among the thirteen marquis of Great Qin." ”

The Qingyi Taoist is the worship of Li Hou Mansion in Changling Town Mansion He Chunyi, the grandmaster who grew up with Li Hou in the army, and the strongest of the Seven Realms cultivators that Li Hou left in Changling Town to guard the Hou Mansion.

Hearing the other party's words at this time, the eyes of the worshipper of the Lihou Mansion suddenly ignited with faint anger, and he sneered, "Do you think that other Hou Mansions have backbone, if they do, Changling City will be so quiet, why should I wait here?"

"It's also much better to be a bystander than an accomplice. ”

Wu Xuan stepped on the water with both feet, crossed the sword in his chest, looked at He Chunyi, and said solemnly: "Please." ”

In Changling, this is the invitation to a duel.

The corners of He Chunyi's mouth twitched slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly drew his sword.

The lake in his body surged violently into the white jade sword in his hand, but the sword intent that precipitated from the white jade sword was extremely soft, with a unique sense of harmony.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that rumbled in the sky fell in the distance, but it rushed to his side from the ground.

Hundreds of cyan sword lights swirled around him, like growing vines interspersed together, densely weaving.

His sword is to keep his will.

Although he is a rare powerhouse in the Seven Realms, he is just an insignificant pawn today. In his opinion, even if he is entangled with the other party here, someone will still stop Shen Xuan.

The other party rushed here at the cost of burning most of the true yuan, and he definitely didn't have to fight for a long time.

By any measure, it was best for him to respond with the strongest sword on the defensive.

But the point is that he must be able to hold the sword.

When he took out his sword, Wu Kun had also taken out his sword.

When the cyan vine-like sword light weaved into a cocoon and firmly protected him in the middle, he saw two golden rays of light flying from Wu Xuan's sword, like two huge wings, becoming bigger and bigger in his vision, occupying all his perceptions in an instant, blocking the sky and filling all the heaven and earth outside him.

Two huge golden wings slapped down.

Bang.

The water in this wild river dried up, and then he was pressed down with the sword light that wrapped him, and he continued to press into the ground, and he didn't know how many feet deep in a breath.

"There is such a magnificent sword intent!"

He Chunyi's complexion changed drastically, such a thought had just appeared in his mind, and the sword light outside his body could no longer bear the pressure, and it collapsed in an instant.

The sword light shattered, and with it was his body.

Titicaca...

His body, like a stone, exploded and smashed into the dirt around him.

......

"Honghu Sword?"

Zheng Bainiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression became solemn, and like many cultivators in Changling City, he saw those two sword lights like huge golden wings.