"Although Murong Cheng is a little stupid, but after all, he is young, and his cultivation potential and speed of breaking through the realm are good, I think stupidity can always be slowly **, but before I have time, I was directly cut off by you with a sword. ”

Hengshan Xu Hou, a bunch of flesh-like existences, exuding an incomparably domineering aura all over his body, looked at Ye Ce Leng with the eyes of a lion looking at a sheep, and said coldly: "After all, I am already half of my house, and I was beheaded like this by you, if you don't give me an explanation, who needs to give me face in the future." ”

"Doesn't taking your sword give you face?" Ye Ce smiled coldly disapprehantly, facing the other party's figure that was enough to wrap her in and her incomparably domineering momentum, she even showed two shallow dimples.

"I just like your sex. She is worthy of being the only female head of my Great Qin!"

Yokoyama Xu Housen smiled coldly, and stretched out his hand to Ye Celeng, "Then come on, what are you waiting for!"

Ye Ce smiled coldly, didn't say anything at all, just stretched out a small white hand forward.

In the clear twilight, a drop of rain suddenly fell, falling into the shadow behind Xu Hou's huge body, and with a click, countless tiny and crystalline water lines were involved.

At the same time, in Ye Celeng's palm, an extra crystal droplet appeared out of thin air.

Hengshan Xu Hou's eyes, which seemed to be almost non-existent, narrowed even more thinly, and he snorted coldly: "Heaven is full of water!"

Time seemed to freeze in this instant.

The bricks and stones of the entire street were suddenly crushed from all directions, and countless old dust scrambled out from the cracks, as if they felt a terrifying aura and wanted to escape from this long street.

The smile on Ye Ce's cold face also disappeared completely.

Her every movement became slow and extremely dignified, and it was obviously more difficult than against Zhao Chop.

Her outstretched hand was only holding a suspended crystal droplet, but every slight movement was as heavy as moving a mountain.

"Boom!"

The crystal liquid droplets in her palm turned into a crystal water sword more than an inch long in her hand, and at the same time, the sky above the entire street seemed to suddenly collapse, and countless heaven and earth vitality converged towards the crystal small sword in her hand.

Because the speed was too fast, and the amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was too terrifying, so in an instant, these Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were like an invisible giant mountain, which was forcibly moved by her, and then squeezed into this crystal water sword in her palm.

This is the seventh realm of cultivation that countless cultivators in the world look up to, the realm of moving mountains.

The third realm is true yuan, and the fourth realm is fused yuan.

In the third realm, the cultivator can absorb some heaven and earth vitality into the body, and refine it with his own true qi into the true element, and at the fourth realm, the true yuan and more heaven and earth vitality are fused at the same time, and some tricks can be opened up in the body to store the heaven and earth vitality, and the body can not only absorb and refine some heaven and earth vitality when cultivating, but can become a container for storing the heaven and earth vitality.

However, only when he reached the seventh realm, he could directly transport a terrifying amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi directly from the surrounding Heaven and Earth, forcibly compressing it into his True Yuan, and every drop of True Yuan instantly poured into the terrifying Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, so that when facing the enemy, he burst out with unimaginable power.

In the wine shop of Wutongluo, Chen Moli was a cultivator who had reached the fourth realm.

However, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that gushed out of his body when he shocked those academy students and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that Ye Ce moved in an instant was simply the gap between a trickle and a river and a sea!

At this moment, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that was poured into the sword body by Ye Ce Leng was as heavy as a mountain, but the crystal water sword in her palm was still so light that it didn't seem to have any weight.

"Whew!"

The small sword disappeared directly from her palm and shot towards Xu Hou's eyebrows.

The speed of the sword is too fast.

There is a river that passes through the air, but it is not visible.

Xu Hou Rushan's body didn't even take a step, and his fat right hand disappeared at this time.

Because it's too fast.

In fact, he just crossed the arm upwards.

Just this side, there was a cyan sword shadow, like a huge mountain in front of his eyebrows.

A sword is like a mountain, and thousands of troops are not allowed to enter, this is the real Hengshan sword!

A more domineering and unparalleled aura appeared in heaven and earth.

A loud bang that was too dull to describe in words sounded in front of his brow.

Xu Hou's hands were already behind his back, and the clothes on his body were like iron, and he didn't seem to move.

Ye Ce Leng in front of him was also as silent as water, not moving a single step.

Her hand was still outstretched, and the small sword had turned into a crystal droplet again, suspended in the palm of her hand.

Above the bodies of the two of them, there was a terrifying cyan vitality rising upward, forming a cyan mountain in the sky.

Above the mountain, there was a myriad of rain and dew flying, not down, but towards the higher sky.

Xu Hou looked up at such a strange appearance in the sky, smiled, the fat on his body trembled slightly, then he didn't say anything more, and turned around and walked onto the huge carriage.

Ye Ce looked at his palms expressionlessly.

The drops in her palms slowly slid into her body.

Night has finally fallen.

The black carriage and the iron-cast carriage parted ways.

Not far away, on the side of a stone bridge, under a maple tree, there was a carriage of the Divine Capital Eunuch parked.

The carriage was set up by a mute man without a tongue, and seemed to be deaf, and he did not even hear the dull loud noise of the man just now, and did not respond at all.

In the carriage of the Divine Capital Eunuch, sat a thin man with a young face and a young face, dressed in a crimson brocade robe, with a short beard and a messy beard.

His hair was a little gray, and the nails on his hands were slightly yellow.

He looked a little decadent, but everyone in Changling knew it was just an illusion.

All the people in Changling think that he is ruthless, cunning, and cruel.

Because he is the head of the Divine Capital Prison, the head of the Chen Prison.

He bowed his head a little dejectedly, but his eyes were looking through the gap in the curtain at the wide alley.

Iron-cast carriages travel through the night.

Xu Hou's body crowded the wide carriage, his fingers slowly tapping on his stomach, thinking about Fang Cai's sword, he couldn't help but sneer, and said to himself: "It's really hard... If you take my sword, you will have to suffer a lot, but at least you will be safe for the time being. ”

......

In the night of Changling, several carriages were also slowly driving towards Hongyun Tower.

Hongyun Lou is a medium flower building in the south of the city, when the night is getting thick on weekdays, the surrounding courtyard and the small river in front of the door have provoked lanterns, cars and horses are flowing, the surrounding streets and alleys sell some snacks, sell some flowers, sing some songs... These people who do some odd business and ask for some reward money are quite numerous, and they are very lively.

But today, Hongyun Building has a scene, and the radius is several miles away, which is so quiet that people feel a little depressed.

Even the high-rollers who came with great interest and were swept away by the lack of money, heard the murderous sound of silk and bamboo coming from the empty building, and saw the faintly visible shadows in the streets and alleys, they only felt that the cold hairs stood up, and they did not dare to stay longer.

Ding Ning and Wang Taixu got out of the carriage, and the two walked towards the Hongyun Building not far ahead like idlers on a walk.

More than a dozen people came down from the five or six carriages behind them, following them.

The lanterns around the Red Rhyme Building are still provoking.

At least hundreds of people could be seen standing silently in the shadows around the Red Rhyme Building, with more or less the reflection of blades on their bodies.

Wang Taixu frowned slightly, and he changed into a crimson brocade robe, which made his face look more ruddy.

An old man dressed in a linen cotton robe, with snow-white hair and a very ruddy complexion, who could not see many wrinkles, stepped down from the second carriage alone and walked to Wang Taixu's side.

Wang Taixu's side was an old man and a young one, and the three of them crossed the threshold of Hongyun Building like this.

On the east side of the second floor, there is a large elegant room.

At this moment, all the unnecessary furnishings in this private room have been emptied, but many short cases have been placed, and more than ten people have sat on the floor.

When Wang Taixu pushed the door, half of his face was revealed behind the slightly opened door, and there was a dead silence in this quiet room.

Wang Taixu smiled slightly, his lips moved slightly, and the voice was passed into Ding Ning's ears behind his body, "The fattest one is naturally the fat man of Lei Yutang, and the thin man with short hair and an extremely ugly face next to him is the only remaining Tang Que of Jinlin Tang Shuoguo." The white-faced scholar next to Zhang Fatzi is his righteous son Zhong Xiu, who should be the most powerful cultivator in the Thunderstorm Hall now. As for the one-eyed dragon next to Tang Que, it was Tang Mengchen, one of the few people in Jinlin Tang who could handle it now. ”

After saying these few words, Ding Ning and the old man in the snow-white linen robe beside him had already followed Wang Taixu into the private room and arrived at the table.

Ding Ning sat down in front of Wang Taixu's desk by himself, and he looked at the people Wang Taixu said.

Lei Yutang's Zhang Fat Man has a sky-facing nose, which makes people see two huge nostrils at a glance, so that even if the rest of the facial features are good-looking, it will already make people lose their appetite. What's more, in order to show his boldness, in order to show his boldness, the black brocade robe is still open-chested in such weather.

It's a pity that he seems to be dressed a little too warmly, and he seems to sweat a little too easily, so his forehead and chest are beads of sweat from time to time, oily.

If he is compared to Hengshan Xu Hou who is also very fat at this moment, then everyone will think that Hengshan Xu Hou is a majestic giant mountain, but he can only remind people of the pork belly on the board.

Tang Que, who was sitting next to him, was completely different from him, his body sat straight, and he couldn't see a piece of fat on his body, but his cheekbones were a little high, and these days were obviously too heavy and the reason for not resting well, so the eye circles were a little dark, plus his face was too gloomy at the moment, and it seemed that there was always a layer of black shadow around his eyes.

Zhong Xiu, the righteous son next to Zhang Fatzi, was personable, wearing a purple light shirt, with a white face and beard, and he looked only twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

As for Tang Que's side, the one-eyed dragon Tang Mengchen that Wang Taixu said, Ding Ning couldn't even see his face clearly, because until he walked into this elegant room, Tang Mengchen had always lowered his head and never raised it even once.

The long-seated gangster has his own extraordinary bearing, the two-story building has stood in Changling for many years, Wang Taixu said to Ding Ning in the wine shop that what he is doing is just a lower-class business that cannot withstand the wind and waves, and it is only a matter of self-humility and choice.

In addition, in the bloody strangulation before, Wang Taixu had already made everyone in this room completely see what kind of person he was, so when he sat down, the wine glasses on everyone's desk seemed to tremble slightly.

An invisible pressure that makes breathing more and more difficult.

Wang Taixu, who was sitting next to him, an old man and a young man, still didn't speak first after sitting down, but just looked at Zhang Fatzi and Tang Que opposite and smiled slightly.

(Eun...) The book is very hard written, very careful, and at the same time a very complex book... I hope you can watch it more slowly... Then I hope everyone collects more and votes more, otherwise... I'm going crazy~)