The city lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City was lying on the ground in a large shape, under the mask of the green ghost, his face seemed to be calm, but in fact, in the heart of the deity on the other side of the wind and snow, the pot had already exploded.

The sword qi that bloomed when the Liuxian Monument collapsed, as well as the white-clothed sword immortal who appeared without a chance, brought a strong sense of oppression to himself.

Even though he didn't draw his sword, he simply pressed the scabbard and stood opposite him.

The invisible pressure has already weighed down on me.

When did the Central Plains have such a person?

He frowned and began to search for memories in his mind.

Jian Zongming...... This name was turned out by him, he was a cultivator who became famous before the great world, and in the realm of the Nine Grades, he dared to raise a sword to challenge the arrogant master of the sword.

It is a pure sword cultivation.

No wonder he has such a sword aura.

The ancient cultivation brought out of the three towers in the Reflecting Moon Little Demon Realm was manipulated by the incomplete technique of controlling the strings, and after being born, there should be a grandmaster realm, if the combat power is discussed, each can be worthy of a demon, even if it hits the back, this represents the ancient cultivation of the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, which will be dragged to death by demons by various means, and no matter how bad it is, it can be a five-five situation at the beginning.

was directly cut off by him.

This man named Jian Zongming didn't even draw his sword.

Is it disdainful?

Under the mask of the green ghost, the city lord of Silver City slowly narrowed his eyes.

The man in white stood in front of him, his clothes flying, pressing the scabbard of the sword with one hand, looking extremely cold, and he didn't seem to have the intention of drawing the sword.

This doppelganger has already obtained Hou Qing's string control technique, even if he dies in this wasteland, it is not much of a loss.

If you can use the technique of string control here to bring the soul of the dragon bird back to Yincheng, it will be a big profit.

Thinking of this, the city lord of Fengxue Silver City looked at his apprentice, and saw that her face was pale, covering her heart with one hand, her body was shaky, and she almost wanted to fall, Qingshi wanted to help, but was pushed away by her other hand.

In her soul, there are extremely shallow silk strings.

This is the "bane" that has been hidden when he practiced the soul power method, and now it is deeply rooted, and it is shallow in the soul, almost indistinguishable from each other, the silk strings are pulled, and the soul trembles.

Zhong Er and Hou Qing are dead.

There are no real puppeteers in this world.

How to remove such a bane?

And how to get rid of it?

The city lord of Fengxue Silver City smiled with a smile, and the green ghost smiled hideously, looking at His Royal Highness defiantly.

He whispered with the power of etheric weakness: "You are a demon now, the disciples of Yincheng can't kill you, and the Northern Wei Dynasty can't help you, you are gaining momentum." ”

His Royal Highness took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and fell heavily.

The hilt of the Great Yuan Qi Sword did not drop three points again, and the limbs of the Silver City City Lord were smashed upward by the sword qi and fell again, but the sound of the power of the void did not stop.

"You don't have any opponents in the Purple Mansion, even if I can't go out of Silver City to kill you personally, you still can't kill me, right?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I know what you can't let go. ”

It wasn't loud, but it was audible to all.

"You want to kill me, it's nothing more than to avenge Mu Hongyi, who died in Luoyang City. ”

His Royal Highness's body trembled slightly.

"A burden to mortals. ”

The art of controlling strings is the human heart.

People's hearts are strings and pluck people's hearts.

"You draw a sword and kill someone for a woman, it sounds really domineering. ”

"It's the master of the beloved who wants to be killed. ”

"You tell me, tell everyone here, my apprentice, what's not as good as that Mu family woman?"

Speech.

His Highness's breathing began to get heavier.

The eyes of the City Lord of Fengxue Silver City were clear, and he looked at His Royal Highness's expression playfully and gradually became hideous.

The palace master of the Great Light Palace, Jian Zongming, had a calm face, looking at the lotus clothes with signs of being unable to control himself and going mad, the vitality fluctuated, and the black and white colors of the Great Vitality Sword were no longer stable, but black gradually occupied most of the dominance.

Controlling the hearts of the strings, one end is Yi Xiao, and the other end is Wei Lingshan.

Jian Zongming didn't care about the final outcome of this play, he didn't understand the relationship between men and women in the world, so this kind of string control technique was just a ridiculous and stupid trick for him.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear,

His Royal Highness and Lord Lords have been introduced into the game by the puppeteer's string technique.

The onlookers were a little shocked.

The two top cultivators who are now at the top were boiling in their hearts by a few words, and their cultivation was unstable.

Most of the people were just palpitating at the terrifying things revealed by the technique of controlling the strings, and for the rest, Qingshi broke the deadlock several times with his mind and thoughts, but was cut off by the invisible sword qi barrier.

Gongzi Xiaotao and the West Demon both tried to break the game with their own means, but they were stopped and cut off by Jian Zongming's invisible sword qi.

The palace master of the Great Light Palace stopped in front of everyone, and it was still the same sentence.

"Mix what. ”

This is not a rhetorical question.

It is a declarative sentence with a very bland tone, bland to the extreme.

Jian Zongming killed the three puppets whose cultivation was obviously higher than that of the little palace, and then cut the cultivation of the Silver City Lord to the nine-rank realm.

He had reduced the combat power of that Silver City Lord to the extreme, in order to raise the odds of His Royal Highness's victory?

Now that the city lord of Yincheng has performed the technique of controlling the strings, it can be regarded as a desperate fight for the fish of the dry water, but he has turned a blind eye.

Why?

......

......

When leaving the immortal monument.

His Royal Highness looked at the scar on Jian Zongming's forehead, and finally couldn't help but ask, "...... this wound?"

Jian Zongming is a very eccentric person.

But his temper doesn't seem to be that bad.

He said lightly: "Sixteen. ”

Yi Xiao wanted to say that the scar was engraved with sixteen or two characters, which she could see by herself, and after thinking about it, she stopped talking.

"My master carved it. Jian Zongming narrowed his eyes and added, "It's not the Mountain Lord. ”

His Royal Highness raised his voice softly, and heard him say again: "My master is dead, and Xiao Wu is also dead, so I hate the cultivators of the technique of controlling strings." ”

This cause and effect before and after is a little far-fetched.

But Yi Xiao can understand.

Yi Xiao could guess that the little five in Sword Sect Ming's mouth should be the sword five that Hou Qing said.

Sword Five, Sword Sixteen.

Jian Zongming said without emotion: "After you go out, fight fairly." ”

His Royal Highness took a deep breath, clenched his fists, touched each other, and hummed heavily.

Jian Zong knew that Yi Xiao didn't understand what he meant.

The Great Bright Palace Lord lowered his eyebrows and shook his head.

He said: "No one will help you in the fight after you go out." ”

Yi Xiao was a little confused.

"You should understand what I mean, that fight is not a simple sword and then fight. ”

Jian Zongming said calmly: "The string that the string controller planted in the hearts of people, the more he struggles, the more painful it becomes, and only by cutting it off himself can he really break it." ”

His Royal Highness pursed his lips slightly.

"They can't help you, and neither can I. ”

Jian Zongming patted His Royal Highness on the shoulder.

"He's going to use the technique of string control, and all you have to do is find the string and cut it. ”