In the early morning of the next day, the brigade left Lieyan Pass and continued westward to Tiandu City.

This night, Ji Chengqing really didn't receive any harassment, and slept extremely sweetly. It is said that the county keeper of Hexi County personally sat in the town, and drank the northwest wind outside the post station with a group of local civil and military officials such as Juncheng, Changshi, and Bing Cao Pengshi.

When Ji Chengqing's front foot left, Lieyan Guan's back foot became a mess.

First of all, Hu Ben Zhonglang held Mu Shancheng with the edict of Emperor Longwu and directly copied Fang Linxuan's general's mansion, and the men in the mansion were assigned 8,000 li to be used as military slaves, and the women were sold into the Qufang for people to play, and all family property was confiscated.

Qu Jingheng, the original general of the Right Guard, was ordered to take over Lieyan Pass, and vigorously purged Fang Linxuan's henchmen and cronies, forcing them to take refuge in Lieyan Temple, just to escape by becoming a monk.

At first, Lie Yanguan's attitude was extremely tough, but soon after, the situation changed abruptly, and he actually took the initiative to escort a group of criminals to the military camp and handed them over to Qu Jingheng for disposal.

But these things have nothing to do with Ji Chengqing, when there was a commotion in Lieyan Pass, he was approaching the Tiandu City step by step.

Eight years have passed since he left the capital in the seventh year of Longwu and went to the Northern Wilderness to seek medical treatment under the protection of Ju Chongde, and now he has set foot on the land of Guannai again.

When he left, he was an ignorant child with a terminal illness and did not live long, but now he has returned as a Xuanang young man.

The scenery on both sides of the road is becoming more and more familiar, and the weeping willows along the way have survived the harsh winter cold and then spit green and sprout.

A large river meanders ahead, feeding millions of Li Shu in the Tiandu Plain, and also creating the prosperity of Tiandu City. On this large river, which was originally called Qinchuan and is now changed to Hanshui, a huge stone bridge was erected to connect the east and west official roads.

On the west side of the stone bridge, there is a ten-mile long pavilion that has been passed down through the ages, and most of the people who enter and leave Tiandu City to greet and send off will stop here to stage a scene of impermanence of joys and sorrows.

However, today's ten-mile long pavilion by the Wangjing Bridge looks unusually deserted, and only a young man dressed like snow, or more accurately, an old man who looks like a young man stands.

His white and flawless robe is embroidered with eight auspicious clouds, symbolizing that he has a revered status in the Heavenly Daoist Sect second only to Pope Tianmiao Zhenren, who is known as one of the "Seven Heavens".

Even if he is as fierce as Ao Jianghai and fierce as a hemp pole, he can't help but feel shocked when he sees the real person in the snow robe in the pavilion from afar.

The convoy stopped abruptly at the east end of Wangjing Bridge, and Lian Heguo said with a solemn expression: "Your Highness, do you want the last general to come forward and inform you?"

His cultivation is naturally far from being able to look at Tianbo Zhenren's back, but after all, he is the general Zuo Wuwei of the fourth rank of the imperial court, and it is expected that the Tiandao Sect will not persecute too much, otherwise it will be like rebellion if he tears his face with Emperor Longwu.

Ji Chengche narrowed his eyes and looked at Tianbo Zhenren, and said, "No need, he is here to find me." ”

He rode his horse onto the Wangjing Bridge, Ao Jianghai and the others couldn't help but hold their breath and looked nervously at Ji Cheng's back, Ma Hanguang swallowed and said, "Your Highness will be fine, right?"

Guan Yingwu snorted and said, "No matter how arrogant the Heavenly Daoist Sect is, it doesn't dare to embarrass His Highness outside the Tiandu City. ”

But having said that, everyone's heart still can't help but hang high.

After all, Ji Chengche had a lot of grievances with the Heavenly Dao Sect along the way, and even the Martyrdom Zhenren, one of the twenty-eight constellations, was disgraced by it. At this moment, Tianbo Zhenren is in person, although he doesn't know his intention, but he thinks that the person who came is not good.

Suddenly, everyone found that Ji Chengche turned over and dismounted, and began to cross the bridge on foot.

Wang Rou was silent, silent, and followed suit, moving to look at the Beijing Bridge, and her clothes fluttered like a fairy descending to earth.

Ji Chengqing's fetal Yuan Divine Knife is now on her back. This Kuangshi Divine Knife, known as one of the six great artifacts of the Metaverse, was actually handed over by him to the maidservant next to him for safekeeping.

But for Ji Chengqing, this knife is too heavy, too heavy and too cumbersome, and it would be better if someone was willing to share it for himself.

In everyone's field of vision, Ji Chengqing walked slower and slower, as if there was an invisible wall of qi in front of him.

After about half a pillar of incense, he still stood at the highest point of Wangjing Bridge.

Looking at the rivers and mountains in Guannei, the earth is full of spring, vast and far-reaching, and the Tiandu City stands majestically in the spring ten miles away.

The surging Han water at the foot is gone, and a few small boats drift with the waves, and there are fishermen who cast nets to fish.

On the other side of the bridge, the real people in the pavilion were speechless and looked at the river, but they didn't know who was saying that the deceased was like Sifu on the river?

Ji Chengqing breathed for a moment and then walked forward, feeling that the sword qi emanating from Tianbo Zhenren's body was like a substance, and it was stabbed on dozens of meridian points all over his body.

The sea of spirits in his small universe was surging and tumbling, the sky was turbulent and the clouds were dancing wildly, and a dragon-like roar faintly emanated from the depths of his heart.

"Smack!" Ji Chengche stepped on it, and the bluestone strips that had been worn for thousands of years on the Wangjing Bridge sneered, cracking a circle of dense cobwebs.

Ji's clear eyes slowly closed, and he stretched out his right hand and crossed his chest in the air, and it was the word "have" that started the pen.

In an instant, the sword momentum came out majestically, like a sword qi swept in the sky, and Ji Chengqing's body suddenly loosened and took a second step.

His right hand kept moving, and he drew it very slowly, and the Snow and Ice Chapters were like an ancient picture scroll, slowly opening in the spring of Wangjing Bridge.

"Wonderful!" Dou Leopard's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but applaud, and he couldn't wait to take out a finishing touch and copy it out of thin air.

His cultivation may not be the highest among these people, but he has been immersed in the way of calligraphy all his life, so his understanding of Yingxue and Bingzhang is far better than others.

The others are not in a good mood with Dou Bao, let alone like him who is crazy about calligraphy, and they all have to pay attention to Ji Chengqing inseparably.

At this time, Ji's clear Yingxue Washing Ice Chapter has been written to the three points of the word "must", and his steps are solid, less than five zhang away from the Wangjing Bridge.

His expression became more and more focused, and his divine sense sensed every invisible sword qi that attacked around him, turning into lightning flashes in the small Qiankun, laying out the trajectory to show his divine might.

He could clearly feel that the pressure on his body was increasing exponentially, and the Reflection Snow Washing Ice Chapter in his right hand could not stop at all, as long as there was a slight stagnation and a flaw, he would teach Tianbo Zhenren's sword qi to crush and crush mercilessly.

This is not a wonderful fight in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is even more exciting and unpredictable.

A thought can teach life, and a thought can make people die.

Only between the two thoughts of the people in the pavilion and the people on the bridge.

Wang Rou led the horse to follow behind Ji Chengqing, and saw that the footprints he left had gone from nothing to shallow to deep, and at this time they had been cut into the stone like an axe and chisel.

There is no doubt that Ji Chengche took a great advantage in this contest. His sword momentum only needed to be firmly guarded three feet in front of him, while Tianbo Zhenren's sword qi was more than ten zhang away.

But don't forget that Tianbo Zhenren has long been recognized as a first-class land immortal in the Metaverse, and with a snap of his fingers, the thunderous sword is like a dragon, and he is only half a step away from reaching the top of the Holy Realm!

"Hurry up!" Lian He Guo's palms were full of cold sweat, and his voice was hoarse and he shouted orders to his subordinates.

Even if he was ninety percent sure that Ji Chengche would be in danger, he still didn't dare to be careless.

Along the way, he unconsciously regarded himself as His Royal Highness's escort, in case Ji Chengqing was slightly off, I was afraid that Emperor Longwu would collapse half of Tiandu Peak, and the first one to be stoned to death must be his own escort captain!

More than 100 Zuo Wuwei stepped on the Wangjing Bridge, Ao Jianghai and others walked in front, as long as Ji Chengche showed a slight abnormality, they would pounce on the ten-mile long pavilion like a tiger, no matter whether there was a life or not.

Ji Chengche didn't know anything about what was going on behind him, all his essence and spirit were mobilized by the sword qi of Tianbo Zhenren, and he poured it into the Yingxue Ice Chapter without reservation.

The knife posture is more and more simple and dignified, which is very different from the artistic conception of the wild grassland.

There are still three steps to the Wangjing Bridge, but it seems that the end of the world is out of reach.

The last stroke of the word "so" ended, and the water mist above Ji Cheng's head was rising, and the black shirt on his body seemed to be full of air and bulging to the extreme, constantly making crackling sounds, and occasionally clusters of sparks burst out.

"Bang!" the penultimate step, weighing more than 10,000 pounds, stepped on the bridge deck. Ji Chengqing's footsteps obviously had a stumbling movement, but fortunately, he quickly stabilized and did not fall.

"Smack!" The black clothes on his chest exploded, revealing a strong bronze chest, and the beating Holy Dragon Heart was faintly visible.

Ji Chengche opened his eyes suddenly, vaguely swept a touch of purple, changed to his left hand and wrote a happy "no" word, and stepped forward again!

His feet were in the air, and his body shook violently, as if a candle in the wind could be extinguished by the wind at any time.

He let out a long roar, drew the last word with his right hand, and his feet seemed to have a thousand forces on him.

"Boom!" the ground shook the mountains, and the Han River under the bridge set off rows of turbid waves!

The real people in the pavilion are still immovable, but the sleeves of the robe have been flying up inadvertently!

In an instant, the sword qi was criss-crossed, like ten thousand arrows fired together, and it was so sharp that it was about to penetrate Ji Cheng's clear sword momentum and point directly at his heart.

Ji Cheng's last stroke fell, and the sword momentum had become the end of a strong crossbow, sensing the sword qi surging from the curtain to the sky, and then a loud roar swallowed the bullfighting Han water backwards, and a purple dragon's breath erupted from his mouth in front of him, like a cloud pen and smoke and ink writing a chapter——

"If you don't do something, you must do something!"

As soon as the eight characters came out, the sword qi was exhausted, and the sword momentum was rolling, and the world was mighty.

"Good words, good knives, good spirit. ”

The real person in the pavilion suddenly looked sideways, looked at Ji Chengqing for the first time, and praised it lightly.

Ji Chengche suddenly felt all the pressure disappear, stepped on the end of the bridge, and almost fell down on his legs.

He was exhausted and weak, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he felt as if he had fought ten more battles with a real person.

What's even more terrifying is that Ji Chengche believes that Tianbo Zhenren did not do his best, he did this just to test his extreme strength.

He exhaled a purple breath lightly, stood up and said bluntly to Tianbo Zhenren, "But I feel very bad. ”

Tianbo Zhenren didn't care, and said: "Poor Dao is instructed by Senior Brother Pope to congratulate His Highness on his return from a long trip. Recently, if you have some spare time, please ask Your Highness to go to Tiandu Peak, or there may be unexpected surprises. ”

Ji Chengqing was so tired that he didn't want to speak, but he had to respond.

As soon as he was about to speak, he heard Wang Rou's cold jade voice behind him say, "I'm afraid it's more surprise than joy." ”

Tianbo Zhenren smiled leisurely and said: "The world is impermanent, who can predict it?" Poor Dao is waiting for His Highness in Tiandu Peak!"

Ji Chengqing stared at Tianbo Zhenren, and suddenly a bright smile appeared on his face, and said, "Then you just wait slowly!"

With that, he crossed the ten-mile long pavilion and strode in the direction of the Tiandu City.