The crimson sword flew back into his sleeve with a crisp thud like a sheath.

The sound was short, but distinctive.

The Qin army in the port suddenly became nervous, and in an instant, there were even many sword lights in the port.

Many flying swords hung in the air like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes, ready to strike, shaking slightly.

Zhao Yi slowly raised his head.

The sun shone on his face, illuminating his dull pupils, and also illuminating the faint disdain on his face.

He raised his head and glanced at the location of the flying swords, then turned and stepped into the waters of the Wei River behind him.

He walked on the ground, but he was not as silent as when he returned to Changling on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the water surface continued to shake like muffled thunder when his steps fell.

He didn't speak, but the sound of his extraordinarily powerful footsteps was telling the owners of these flying swords, "I, Zhao Jianlu, how can I be a cultivator who takes advantage of people's danger?"

This is the pride of Zhao Jianlu.

Even for Yuanwu, it is no exception.

Yutai Guanjian sighed.

He also began to turn away.

Zheng Sleeve was killed in battle, and Yuan Wu was extremely injured at this time, and the two of them were killed and seriously injured, which was a very good result for his Minshan Sword Sect and Bashan Sword Field.

However, the moment Zheng Sleeve disappeared, his heart was a little empty, and for some reason, he felt some sympathy for Zheng Sleeve's life.

"A poor man. ”

He had such a voice in his heart, but then he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Xu is sword intent displayed by Zheng Sleeve in this battle was so perfect that he was a little infected.

Xu is Changling and the world for so many years, and the existence of Zheng Sleeve and these people will be so exciting.

Maybe for a long time in the future, no matter who belongs to this world, it will be lonely.

The mood of the Guanjian is the mood of the vast majority of Qin people inside and outside the port at this moment.

In this battle between Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu, there were many changes that no one could imagine, especially the Xingchen Yuan Qi in the final Spirit Lotus Seed.

Especially many people who know the secret secret, know that Zheng Sleeve has spent countless efforts on this Linglian Seed, and when Yuan Wu was seriously injured after the Lushan Alliance, after there was a gap between the two, Zheng Sleeve was reluctant to give the Linglian Seed to Yuan Wu for treatment, and Yuan Wu finally negotiated an agreement with Zheng Sleeve to finally get the Spirit Lotus Seed.

This is like Zheng Sleeve hiding the poison, but Yuan Wu tried his best and paid a great price, begging Zheng Sleeve to take such poison to himself.

In a sense, this battle is already a means that brings together the top masters of many sects in the world, from runes to sword refining, to body cultivation, yin gods and ghosts... It is already the most exciting battle after the battle of Wang Jingmeng Changling, and even the battle between Wang Jingmeng and Zhao Si cannot be compared with this battle.

However, no matter what the process of this battle was, when this battle ended, whether it was looking at the falling phoenix robe, or looking at Yuan Wu, who was no longer screaming in pain, but his body was still trembling, everyone had a sense of loss.

Zheng Sleeve really died like this, disappeared like this?

When the vast majority of people had not yet recovered from such emotions, Xu Fu appeared at Yuan Wu's side.

Xu Fu covered half of Yuan Wu's body with a new robe, and in the next moment, the figures of him and Yuan Wu had disappeared from everyone's sight and returned to a carriage that had galloped behind them.

The moment Yuan Wu sat down in the carriage of this carriage, a painful muffled snort sounded from his mouth again.

A hissing sound sounded on the skin on the surface of his body.

Some messy, but condensed and murderous vitality was forced out of his body, tearing apart the new robe draped over him.

"That's it, it's here!"

Yuan Wu's lips pursed, and with a mouthful of reverse blood, he let out a beastly roar that was extremely low.

His emotions spiraled out of control at this moment.

In his life, his mood had never been so agitated, and he had never said such irrational words, never so out of shape.

Xu Fu did not enter the carriage of his carriage.

He was in a carriage before Yuan Wu, and with his cultivation, it was easy to hear such a voice.

Xu Fu took a deep breath and closed his eyes in some pain.

In the Changling Rebellion that year, he chose Yuanwu and Zheng Sleeve, in his opinion, Yuanwu is the orthodoxy of the royal family, with the power of Yuanwu and Zheng Sleeve, the Great Qin Dynasty will not be too far away from dominating the world.

Now that even Chu Yan has been destroyed, only the Great Qi Dynasty is still breathing, and the Great Qin Dynasty is indeed not too far away from dominating the world.

But the two people he was optimistic about back then were so good.

There is no point in thinking about it.

The key is how to end?

He took a deep breath, but it was as if he had inhaled the entire midwinter, and his body was extremely cold.

There was a gloom inside and outside the port.

The former hostess of Changling, the strongest genius in the history of Jiaodong County, gathered the means of many great masters in the world, and still lost to the powerful emperor of Changling.

As a Changling person, we should be happy and proud.

However, Emperor Yuanwu left in a carriage like this.

Moreover, before the figure of this powerful emperor disappeared, everyone saw Zhao Yi collect his sword with their own eyes, and all the Qin sword masters in the port were like a great enemy, and everyone saw the pain and trauma of this emperor.

This seems to be very different from the holy things in their minds and remembers.

Did he really win?

The vast majority of people are even confused.

Not only the invincibility in their impressions, but even many things seem to be very different from the saints in their memories.

......

The widest official road naturally flowed for Emperor Yuanwu's carriage back to the imperial city, and with it there were many cultivators' chariots and horses, and the chariots of the army.

More carriages that did not belong to this column were clogged up in some of the paths.

However, at this time, in these blocked carriages, there are actually many people who can be regarded as important people in the whole world at this time.

There was still a chaotic flow of vitality between heaven and earth, blowing the curtain of the carriage.

Zhao Gao was in such a blocked carriage.

With each shake of the curtain, the light in the carriage turned from light to darkness, from darkness to light, as if there was a world disillusioned in front of him.

He looked at the continuous shining in front of him blankly, and his eyes did not chase the carriage of Emperor Yuanwu, but the emotions in his heart were also extremely complicated.

Zheng Sleeve is finally dead.

How does it feel to get revenge?

It doesn't seem to be happy either.

But human encounters always seem to be dreamy.

After he entered the palace as a famous doctor and did these things, he didn't expect that he would be able to live long.

However, when Zheng Sleeve died, when the gods and prisons had disappeared, when Zheng Sleeve's former loyal subordinates had disappeared... A lot of what he did didn't seem to be so easy to expose.

Yuanwu is also suffering heavy injuries now.

And he is in charge of all the medical officials in the Great Qin Palace, and even controls many invisible powers.

He no longer seems to be a waste who has had his wish fulfilled after his revenge has been avenged.

At this time, he suddenly became more important to the whole world.