Dawn is dawning.

The enforcers of the Wind Court City Lord's Mansion waited at the Sword Club venue early, inspecting the Dao bottles one by one.

In front of the gate of the eight major areas, eight large monuments were erected.

There are only 100 lines on each tablet, and each row represents a person selected for the second round of the sword meeting.

This rule was set by the sword master back then, and naturally no one could refute it.

The more sword intent is collected, the higher the name on the tablet will be.

At this moment, Su Fu is in the seventh division.

In front of the competition area, a dense crowd of onlookers gathered.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the ancient inscription in the seventh division.

"It is said that the strength of the seventh division is very weak, but this Su Dashao actually collected nearly a thousand sword intent in the first round of sword intent collection!"

"I'm not surprised by Su Dashao, it's just that those gentlemen, the second son of the Wu family, Lin Dashao, and Meng Qi, how can they be on the tablet!"

"This seventh division, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger......"

In the crowd in front of the monument, a thin figure in black stood quietly.

The black-clothed boy wore a black hat, his head bowed slightly, and the pale golden pupils in his eyes were hidden under the hat.

Yi Xiao held the hat in her hand and stood in the crowd, looking a little confused.

Eight sword tablets, with the sword intent pouring out of the Dao bottle, returned to the sword tablet.

In his eyes, those sword intents were faint white, and after they were integrated into the sword stele, the white color disappeared, not into the sword stele, but like ......

Went to another world!

"Sword Shrine ......"

Yi Xiao's heart was shocked, and he read these two words in a low voice, and his eyes swept around the sword tablet.

"These eight sword monuments, a very familiar feeling......," Yi Xiao tilted his head slightly, "stained with a trace of ...... It is the same breath as 'Zhulian Xiang'. ”

The seal inscription on the surface of the sword tablet kept floating, but it attracted the gold inside Yi Xiao's pupils, and there was a suction force that seemed to be absent, and if you didn't even taste it carefully, you couldn't feel the attraction.

"Heaven and man?"

Yi Xiao smiled indifferently, pulled down the black hat, her pupils returned to pitch black, and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Wait for the sword mound to open, and then take a look. ”

......

The City Lord's Mansion of Fengting City, an extremely quiet small courtyard.

There was a rocking chair in the courtyard, and a tired man in a green shirt was lying lazily on the chair.

The man has a beard and a slightly mature facial features. At this moment, although he was resting with his eyes closed, there was still a faint evil aura lingering between his eyebrows.

The breeze is coming slowly, and the small fan is shaking slowly.

A red jade su held a fan in his hand, slowly fanning the man, and the owner of the hand was covered with black veil, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The black veil is half-hidden, revealing a pair of eyes, black hair is scattered, and a white hosta provokes the galaxy like a waterfall.

Such a beauty, astonishing.

How could he be willing to fan this bland man?

The courtyard was extremely quiet, the man in the green shirt seemed to be asleep, and the woman in the black gauze was so quietly fanning the young man in the green shirt.

The door of the small courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and the city lord of Wind Court City, Luo Hu, walked like the wind.

Just now, he received a notice that it was a person from Senluo Dao who came to the City Lord's Mansion to do business, and temporarily borrowed the small courtyard of his City Lord's Mansion for use.

Luo Hu is also an important minister of the Northern Wei Dynasty at the first order of the city lord of Fengting City, and Su Rili has long been angry at Sen Luo Dao's unscrupulous style of acting, and he can't bear it faintly. Now it is the sword wine festival, as the city lord of the Wind Garden, the private courtyard of the city lord's mansion, how can he say that he can borrow it?

With a wave of anger, Rahu slammed open the door.

Then his eyes widened incredulously.

In the courtyard, a man and a woman, the man in a green shirt, seemed to be asleep lying in a rocking chair.

And the woman, her face covered with a black veil, her long hair was picked up by a white hosta.

On the white hosta, with extremely powerful pen power, a powerful ghost is depicted.

Four-eyed, smiling, three-headed and six-armed.

The six hands were pitch black and seemed to hold the black hair firmly.

That white hosta is too eye-catching.

What is depicted above is the smiling Shura of Sen Luo Dao.

This woman with black yarn is His Royal Highness Sen Luo Dao!

Who is qualified to let His Royal Highness Sen Luo Dao shake the fan?

Who else could there be?

Rahu suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again, feeling that the world was too crazy.

The black gauze woman's gaze looked at Rahu lightly, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Your Highness. Luo Hu, the city lord of Wind Court City, was extremely reluctant to squeeze a few words out of his throat.

The woman in the black veil ignored it, and just lowered her head.

The man's face remained calm and unaware.

The black gauze woman's voice seemed to be angry, and it seemed to be helpless.

"He doesn't fall asleep easily. ”

When Luo Hu heard the sound of the Yuan Force wrapped in a thin ear, he was terrified, and he didn't even dare to look up to see what kind of expression the legendary Sen Luo Dao His Royal Highness was at this moment.

Luo Hu scolded angrily in his heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest on his face, and retreated step by step in fright, and finally gently closed the door of the courtyard.

As soon as he went out, Rahu gave himself a hard slap.

"Damn! I just don't want to smoke!" Luo Hu wanted to cry without tears, but fortunately he didn't disturb the rest of the person, otherwise the black gauze hat on his head would be difficult to protect.

After Rahu withdrew.

The small courtyard was quiet again.

It's just that as soon as Rahu closed the door, the eyes of the man in the green shirt slowly opened.

The black gauze woman's voice couldn't help but be a little resentful, "Woken up?"

The man in the green shirt smiled and stretched, "It's okay." I've slept enough. ”

Then he propped up half of his body from the rocking chair, squinted his eyes, and yawned without imperial dignity, "I'm still a little sleepy, so I'll lean on your shoulder." ”

It was the beginning of dawn, but Yan Xiaoqi knew that he had rushed over from Luoyang with His Majesty overnight, and he had been dusty along the way.

This Rahu is a little ignorant of current affairs.

As soon as Yan Xiaoqi's eyebrows were raised, the man plucked the white hosta.

"Tell me about you, when will this personality change?"

Cao Zhixuan chuckled and played with the white hosta, holding a strand of black hair, watching the smiling Shura's pitch-black six hands clench his long hair, and his hideous face melted into the darkness.

Yan Xiaoqi's long hair was scattered, covering his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly under the black veil, but he was vaguely aggrieved.

"Your Majesty......"

Cao Zhixuan pressed her lips and said lazily, "Anla." Once the Sword Sect has entered the Sword Mansion, it will no longer descend to the Domain. With you by my side, who else in the world can hurt me?"

Yan Xiaoqi's eyes blinked slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.

Cao Zhixuan closed his eyes and leaned his head on Yan Xiaoqi's shoulder, as if he was habitually talking to himself.

"Got the first one of the Eagle King. ”

"Lost a pearl of the Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

"There are a million swords hidden in the sword mound. ”

"Lost the life of the little prince of Qiliang. ”

"Gain, loss, gain, loss......"

Yan Xiaoqi looked at His Majesty, who held the million territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, leaned his head on his shoulder, and kept muttering in his voice, measuring the gains and losses.

Eventually, he was silent, his brow furrowed, and he muttered.

"Li Qing is too anxious. ”

Yan Xiaoqi knew that he was talking about the Eagle King Li Qing, who held 100,000 iron horsemen on the Western Xia defense line.

"The Sixteen Character Battalion locked the five-mile range of Fengting City so quickly, and I just pretended not to know, and I couldn't be indifferent. ”

Cao Zhixuan originally just sighed leisurely, but the evil aura between his eyebrows became heavier and heavier.

There was a moment of silence.

"Why didn't I give it to him?" Suddenly, the man's voice raised, and there was a vague irrepressible anger: "Does the world really want to sit on this chair so much!"

The Ninety-Five, the co-lord of the world.

Who wouldn't want to sit in this seat?

Yan Xiaoqi smiled and stroked the hair of the man in the green shirt, and she read softly.

"Your Majesty, Xiao Qi doesn't want to. ”

There was a long silence.

Cao Zhixuan's voice was a little complicated, "I have already given him a chance. ”

But he didn't cherish it. ”

Yan Xiaoqi looked at Cao Zhixuan and closed his eyes, his face faintly painful.

She naturally knew how important the Eagle King was to this man.

Cao Zhixuan and the current Eagle King Li Qing, when the Eight Great Nations competed for hegemony, they were brothers in life and death, although Cao Zhixuan was ten years younger than Li Qing, but the two were like brothers.

After Cao Zhixuan was crowned emperor, although he was not canonized as the queen, he could enter the palace with Li Qing's sister Li Yu, and the harem of the Northern Wei Dynasty was headed by Li Yu, faintly having the demeanor of the queen of the country.

The Manchu Dynasty was civil and military, and the Li family was dominant. Outside, Li Qing guards the western title of the eagle, and inside there is Li Yu to confer the title of concubine and mother in the world.

This can be regarded as Cao Zhixuan's compensation for Li Qing.

"Wait. ”

Cao Zhixuan sighed silently, "Let's see what other means Li Qing has." ”

"Perhaps...... Will he give up?"

Cao Zhixuan looked at Yan Xiaoqi with a somewhat confused gaze.

He asked, "If the people of the world are responsible for me, will you be responsible for me?"

Yan Xiaoqi didn't answer, and shook his head with a smile.

She watched as the man closed his eyes contentedly, even his breathing became smooth and even, and then the head slowly slipped down and leaned into her bosom.

Her gaze was extremely soft, and she slowly lifted her black veil.

That face was like a fairy in the sky.

Then he kissed him gently.

"Your Majesty. If the people of the world fail you, I will kill the people of the world. ”