In Yang Yue's palace, there was a rusty iron sword, the blade of which was already broken, and it was pitch black, as if it had been burned by a fire, and it was covered with cracks. I don't know, I thought it was an ordinary burning stick.

However, if you look closely, you can see that there is a faint light and shadow emitting from the cracks, as green and clear as the stars in the sky, although it is only fleeting, but it is still dazzling.

This is Mo Xingxiao's natal sword, the Star Sword.

The moment Mo Xingxiao withdrew his natal sword, the prince Li Nie suddenly shot down the natal sword that was about to be hidden in the stars, causing damage to the sword body, and the owner of the natal sword would also suffer a lot of damage.

In other words, now this dynasty has two fewer peak powerhouses.

There is a saying in the cultivation world that is good, success is also a natal sword, and defeat is also a natal sword. Although the natal sword can be turned into a natal thing, it is hidden in the stars of the universe, so that no trace of it can be found. But the moment when the sword is retracted and the sword is released, it is the most vulnerable moment of the natal sword. Mo Xingxiao, as a peak powerhouse, should not have made such a low-level mistake, but at that time, the situation was critical, and if she carried the Natal Sword, her traces would be exposed, making it impossible for her to leave Chang'an quietly, so she took the risk of retracting the Natal Sword in front of everyone.

Who would have thought that this game had already been arranged by the prince Li Nie.

The imperial court encircled and suppressed Chang'an East Lane, and if the group of thieves wanted to escape from Chang'an unharmed, they had to leave one person behind. In this situation, only Mo Xingxiao could defeat the five seventh-order cultivators with his own strength.

Li Nie calculated this point accurately, and then arranged for Shen Binglin and others to go to encircle and suppress. In other words, they were just bait, and Li Nie's real purpose was to abolish Mo Xingxiao's natal sword.

Even if Mo Xingxiao may not pose a threat to the dynasty, she is carrying something very incredible: the Northern Styx Jade Jane.

It is said that the Northern Darkness Sword Tomb was once a relic left by an ancient cultivator, what kind of heavenly and earthly treasures could there be? Even if Li Nie was already an eighth-order cultivator, he still couldn't resist the temptation in it. Mo Xingxiao holds a copy of the Northern Dark Jade Jane, which is a great threat to the imperial court and has to be guarded against.

Mo Xingxiao's folding of the sword is equivalent to reducing the competitiveness of the Northern Stygian Sword Shrine.

And the loss of two peak cultivators, those remnants of the Sky Sword Village are even more unlikely to set off any storms. They will only be arrested by the imperial court, and they will be forced to retreat step by step until they are cornered. This is the end of confrontation with the imperial court, and this is the strength of the prosperous dynasty!

Yang Yue pinched the damaged rusty sword with two fingers and threw it into a bronze tripod filled with blue liquid, two-thirds of which was soaked in the liquid.

I saw Yang Yue standing in front of the bronze tripod, his palm condensed pure spiritual power, slowly holding the hilt of the sword, and injecting spiritual energy into the sword body.

With the infusion of aura, the blade of the sword soaked in liquid burst out with dazzling brilliance in an instant. Fortunately, it was daytime at this time, otherwise the world would have thought that some kind of strange celestial phenomenon had been caused in the Daming Palace.

Yang Yue stared at the light and shadow on the blade that shone like stars, and a smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, in an unknown small village outside Chang'an City.

Mo Xingxiao was restless in the room at the moment, she could strongly sense that her natal sword was calling her, and that feeling was like a broken arm returning to her body, which was an indescribable pleasure.

But she seemed miserable, for she was trying with all her might to resist the force.

The natal sword was like a part of her body, resisting the call of the natal sword was like pouring salt into her own wounds, it was an unbearable pain.

She knew very well that her natal sword had long been destroyed. The reason why there was a sudden induction was that someone was deliberately restoring the sword body for her. As long as you accept the summoning of the natal sword, the sword body will fly in the direction of the owner.

In this way, the imperial court can also make great efforts to find the hiding den of this group of remnants.

It can be described as a ruthless move......

Mo Xingxiao felt that his physical strength was constantly overdrawn, and the inspiration of the natal sword became stronger and stronger with the passage of time. Mo Xingxiao fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Yang Yue, you are playing with fire, aren't you afraid of falling short?"

The natal sword is made by using the treasure of heaven and earth as the sword body and extracting the essence of the moon. As the saying goes, it is difficult to break through the realm, and it costs a lot of money to awaken a natal sword that has long become scrap iron.

The price of Yang Yue's doing this is her cultivation.

Mo Xingxiao never expected that the imperial court would make such a ruthless effort to find their group of people.

She felt her consciousness blurring more and more, and once she passed out, it was all over.

Bang!

At that moment, the door panel was broken open, and a tall man broke in. I saw him raise his fingers together and push a little hard at the center of Mo Xingxiao's eyebrows, her eyes turned black, and she suddenly fainted.

"Poof......

In the Daming Palace, Yang Yue's face also turned white in an instant, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, dyeing the liquid in the bronze tripod red.

Self-cutting meridians!

Yang Yue never expected that Mo Xingxiao would be so ruthless. The summoning of the Natal Sword is not irresistible, but it has to pay a great price, and now that Mo Xingxiao has cut off the meridians around her body, it is equivalent to cutting off the connection between her and the Natal Sword.

In this way, this Star Sword will become an ownerless sword.

Yang Yue's trembling right hand let go of the hilt of the sword, his body staggered, and his feet moved a few steps weakly, and finally fell to the ground, unconscious.

......

The carriage that Zi Yan was riding was speeding outside Chang'an City, and he lifted the curtain and looked at the surging river in the distance, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little painful.

In the past few days, several heavy rains have fallen in the Chang'an area, causing the water level to rise, the rivers to burst, many people have died in the floods, hundreds of acres of fertile land have been submerged, the people have been displaced, and the plague is rampant.

This is a national disaster, but his father Li Nie is bent on arresting the volley sword Zhuang and wants to do evil, and even does not hesitate to wash Chang'an East Lane with blood. The people are already miserable, how can he, as the king of a country, do such a thing that has lost his conscience?

This made Zi Yan very melancholy, but he was just a powerless and powerless fifth prince, with no position in the government, and no military power in the army.

When he left Chang'an this time, he took the savings he had saved for more than ten years in order to go to the relief of the victims. Even if this is just a drop in the bucket, as a prince, there is only so much he can do.

Zi Yan put away the curtain and sat in the car and sighed.

Sigh......

I only heard the horse neigh, and the carriage suddenly became shaky, which made Ziyan frown.

"What's the matter?" he opened the door to ask the driver, but when he opened the door, he saw the bloodied coachman come in, still holding the reins tightly.

"Oops!"

Seeing this, Zi Yan didn't care about anything, turned around and picked up the small wooden box full of silver, carefully stepped over the coachman's body, and looked at the official road that was speeding by, hesitating.

He went out of the city this time to do it in such a way that no one knew about it except the coachman.

He never expected that he would still be discovered. If he doesn't leave now, he won't have a chance to leave.

Zi Yan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and jumped down. The whole person then rolled on the ground several times. I don't know how long it took, Zi Yan got up from the haystack and picked up the wooden box that had rolled to the side with both hands.

The carriage was long gone, and the official road was empty, as if he was alone.

......Seeing this, Zi Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the person who wanted to assassinate him should have chased the carriage.

Although he was a third-order cultivator, he had never practiced a single sword technique, in other words, he had a body of cultivation but did not know how to use it. Even a cultivator of the Purifying Pulp Realm can easily cure him to death.

At this moment, only to hear a bang, bright red blood splashed in front of Zi Yan, and the right side of his face was also stained with a lot of blood.

Zi Yan turned his head in a panic and saw a masked man lying on the ground, clutching a dagger in his hand. Even though he was no longer breathless, his eyes were still staring at him.

Zi Yan soon found that there was still a woman standing beside her, the woman was dressed in a green shirt, her long hair was fluttering, she had a bit of antique charm, and blood was still flowing on the sword in her hand.

"Thank you, girl, for saving your life......" Zi Yan hurriedly bowed respectfully to the woman.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, by all means. The woman hurriedly grabbed Ziyan's arm with both hands to stop him from saluting.

"Do you know me?" Zi Yan was shocked when he heard this.

He thought that this woman was just pulling out a knife to help when he saw injustice, but who thought that she came prepared.

"Linghu Qianqing, a disciple of the Song Tour, came to secretly protect His Royal Highness the Prince on the orders of the teacher. The woman whispered.