At the moment when Xu Beiyou's back collided with the sword box, the sword box burst open.

Zhu Xian, who once pierced the heart of Daomen Qingye with a sword, was born again.

Zhu Xian specializes in killing immortals, in front of this sword, whether it is the four golden bodies, the martial arts, or even the immaculate immortal body of the Daomen and the infallible body of the Xiao family, they can be broken and killed.

If the person holding the sword can have the cultivation of the eighteenth floor, then no one in the world cannot be killed, even if it is the realm above the eighteenth floor, he can also exchange his life for his life.

Xu Beiyou can only produce one sword now, but Zhou Tong is not as good as Qingye in the fifteenth-floor realm, one sword is enough.

In the face of this sword, Zhou Tong was not only not afraid, but was like a rainbow.

There is an old saying that when you go to the battlefield, you can think that you can't die, but you must not be afraid of death, as long as you are afraid, it will be difficult to get out alive from the place where the sword has no eyes.

This veteran has come to this point with his military exploits, and he is by no means a person who is afraid of death.

Just when Zhou Tong's whole body momentum climbed to its peak, Zhu Xian's sword moved.

In an instant, the purple and blue sword qi converged into a line, Zhou Tong instantly lost his mind, and the intuition cultivated by years of fighting told him that this sword was really likely to hurt his life, and he should avoid its edge, but reason also told him that there was nowhere to hide at this moment, and he could only fight to the death.

Zhou Tong shouted angrily, crossed his arms, and protected his heart and lungs.

The next moment, the sword qi of Zhu Xian, which originally had only one line, turned into a vast expanse in his field of vision, surging like the water of a great river.

This simple single sword is not very amazing in terms of momentum, but the killing intent contained in the sword qi made him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

The world's first killing sword!

If you talk about the number of killings, Zhu Xian may not be as good as Chi Lian, but if you talk about the quality of killings, it is unparalleled in the world.

Counting from the first generation of Zhu Xian's master, Shangqing Dao Jun, the earth immortal monks who died under the sword of Zhu Xian are afraid that there are more than 100 people, and there are many earth immortals in the eighteenth-floor realm.

Looking at the whole world today, it may not be possible to make up more than a hundred Earth Immortal Cultivators.

After the death of ordinary people, if they have resentment and obsession, a grudge is difficult to eliminate, they will turn into ghosts and entrench themselves in one place, ordinary people are still like this, not to mention the earth immortal monk who is a half-immortal body, who originally had the hope of immortality, but died under this sword in the middle of the way, not only cut off the path of immortality, but even the next life and this life were cut off together, and how big should the grievance be! The grievances of more than 100 earth immortals are difficult to eliminate, and all of them gather on the sword to form a fierce aura, and even the sword master himself is difficult to bear.

Zhou Tong, as a great martial arts master, has a strong physique, strong blood, and ordinary ghosts are not close to him within a hundred zhang of his body, but in the face of a sword of Zhu Xian, his mind is still taken away in an instant.

Masters compete, the victory or defeat is in the millimeter, in this short moment, Zhu Xian is coming.

The entire building was shattered under this sword, and the beams, pillars, tiles, and masonry slowly separated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then roughly maintained their original position, as if the whole building was expanding outward in an instant.

This scene is a spectacle.

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When Xiao Zhinan and his party rushed to Qiutai, they saw such a scene.

The building on the ninth floor of Qiutai has been fragmented, and there is no one complete, but the building is standing tall again, not collapsing, and every brick and tile in it is pulled by an invisible force, separated, suspended, and kept in its original position, vaguely piecing together the original appearance of the building.

If you look at it from a distance, you can't even see that there is much abnormality in this building.

The starter"

Zhao Qing, Fu Zhongtian, Duanmu Ruisheng, Xiao Yuanying, and all the imperial princes and brothers were already standing outside the building, with different expressions.

After Xiao Yuanying saw her sister Xiao Zhinan, she was a little weak-hearted, after all, Xu Beiyou entered the imperial capital in anger because she listened to her words, and now that it has reached this point, she is duty-bound.

Xiao Zhinan didn't have time to settle accounts with Xiao Yuanying, and he didn't even care about meeting the three temple bosses, so he went straight to leave the building surrounded by the guards of Tiance Mansion and the five maids.

Fu Zhongtian watched Xiao Zhinan and his party walk into the departure building with an expressionless face, turned around and prepared to leave.

Zhao Qing said softly: "Fu Zhongtian, you can't be offended at both ends, sometimes it means that both ends will be offended, but you want to be an outsider in the bureau, I'm afraid it's not so easy." ”

Fu Zhongtian stopped his body and said lightly: "When will Mr. Zhao, who is dedicated to martial arts, also learn to be a lobbyist?"

"Lobbyist?" Zhao Qing said with a smile: "When your kid was not born, I was already in charge of the military and political power of the Great Zheng Beidi, if it wasn't for Xiao Yu to win the world, Lan Yu's position should be in my pocket." ”

Fu Zhongtian did not say a word.

Zhao Qing waved his hand, "I'll just say casually, where to go, you can think about it yourself." ”

Fu Zhongtian didn't speak, and walked away.

Chen Moling and others also followed.

Zhao Qing intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Duanmu Ruisheng, whose face was gloomy, and smiled lightly.

At this time, in the middle of leaving the building, Zhou Tong was half-kneeling on the ground, the armor he was wearing was broken, covered in blood, and the blood gushing out from various wounds not only soaked the armor, but even dyed his beard and hair red.

He supported the ground with his right hand, and the bruises on his whole arm erupted, as if he wanted to struggle to get up, but in vain.

Not far from Zhou Tong stood a young man, dressed fairly well, with white hair spread out, covering most of his face, the whole person was motionless, maintaining the movement of the sword pointing forward in his right hand, like a sculpture.

Xiao Zhinan's heart sank suddenly, and she suddenly remembered the last time the two were separated in Jiangdu, the young man who was not yet white-headed at that time swore that he would definitely go to the imperial capital to find him.

Now, he's really here.

came to the imperial capital in a posture that didn't have to be like this, for a reason, and for her.

Xiao Zhinan turned his back to the crowd and waited, and couldn't see his expression clearly.

At this time, Xu Beiyou's vision was blurred, and his consciousness was also groggy, but for some reason, he still recognized that beautiful face in a trance.

He tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

In less than a month, Xu Beiyou used Zhu Xian several times in a row, which was already beyond his limit, even if he cultivated the supreme sword body, he could not withstand the backlash of Zhu Xian, not only his body was seriously damaged, but even the Purple Mansion Divine Soul was a little shaky.

Xiao Zhinan, who saw the corners of Xu Beiyou's mouth moving slightly, suddenly widened his eyes, stepped forward and lifted his white hair, revealing the terrifying face that was already bleeding from the seven orifices, and then gently wiped the blood stains on his face with his sleeve.

After a short time, the blood on his face was wiped away, revealing a grim face.

Xiao Zhinan reached out and grabbed Xu Beiyou's outstretched sword finger.

The palms of the two hands touched, and Xu Beiyou's lips moved slightly.

Although Xiao Zhinan couldn't hear the sound, he could distinguish the shape of his mouth.

Zhinan.

Xiao Zhinan couldn't understand what kind of burden made the young man with a bright smile in Danxia Village not only lose his smile, but also become what he is now.

The thriving green tree is already grown, but it is not the same as before.

Xiao Zhinan couldn't tell if he liked Xu Beiyou more in the past, or more Xu Gongzi later.

But I still like it anyway.

She said softly to Xu Beiyou: "Let's go, let's go home." ”