Mo Qianxun thought that she would be abandoned very early, although she had cultivated to the upper realm of Rongyuan not long ago, and had the cultivation talent that countless people envied, but she was born in a small sect with an unknown reputation, and compared with those big sects and court nobles, she was like a fragile grass, which could be broken at any time if it was not pleasing to the eye.

She never had the luxury of hoping to get the place where the Chu Dynasty would eventually be able to live, so when Xiong Shuofeng killed the disciple of the great sect who spoke disrespectfully in front of her, she realized that sometimes strength was really more important than birth.

Although Mo Qianxun didn't say it, she was still a little grateful to the person who formulated such rules, it was precisely because of such rules of the game that she could live until now, so when she met Ying Yi for the first time, she didn't think about fighting for life and death with Ying Yi.

It's just now, looking at the self-proclaimed great sect behind her, the cultivation geniuses from the ancient family, she knows that she should stand up, and the Chu people should have the spirit of the Chu people.

She stood up at this time, and when everyone wisely stepped back, she stupidly stood up, just because of the words of the elder who had led her on the path of cultivation in the first place.

Mo Qianxun remembered that the elder asked her why she wanted to practice, and she replied herself, "Everyone said that I could practice, so I came";

The elder shook his head after hearing this, and said, "You have to do what others say, so why didn't you do it because you thought so yourself." ”

The phrase "I thought so and did this" has been with her for a long time, and the reason why she stood up at this time was only because she wanted to stand up at this time.

"What's her name?" Xiong Shuofeng asked the man beside him, and when everyone chose to be silent, the woman stood up, so she deserved to be remembered.

"Mo Qianxun, a student of the Sword Sect, this sect has been in decay for a long time. ”

"Mo Qianxun......" Xiong Shuofeng muttered in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ying Yi felt a little surprised, but he didn't expect that it was a woman who came out in the end, who said that women are not as good as men, and those who can stand up by themselves in the end are afraid that more than courage is needed.

"Why you?"

Ying Yi frowned slightly, it wasn't that he pitied the fragrance and cherished the jade, but simply wanted to know why she would stand up.

Gently stroking a few strands of hair from the corners of his eyebrows, Mo Qianxun smiled lightly and said, "I want to stand up!"

"Just thinking, are you really not afraid of death. ”

Ying Yi asked herself that she was not afraid of death, anyone would always struggle differently in the face of death, but the woman in front of her was obviously a little different, she seemed to really don't care about these things.

"Of course I'm afraid of death, and who isn't afraid of death, but there are some things more important than death. ”

Mo Qianxun slowly pulled out the soft sword on his waist, the green jade was like a jade, and he had been wrapped around his waist as a belt by her, which meant that he wanted Yingyi to make a move.

Shaking his head slightly, Ying Yi said: "Since you have something more important than life and death, you should live well, so that you can keep what you have to exchange for death." ”

Mo Qianxun was slightly stunned, even the soft sword in his hand stopped, and looked at Ying Yi with some doubts, not understanding what he meant.

"You should be mistaken, the rules of this game are not for you to choose me, but for me to choose you, not her!"

"Why, didn't you say it before, why do you regret it now!"

A young man behind Mo Qianxun was a little angry, he thought that the moment Mo Qianxun walked out, everything was over, even if he would suffer some cold eyes afterwards, but it was not worth mentioning compared to his own fate, but at this time, it turned around, and it was inevitable that there was some excitement between the ups and downs.

Glancing at him coldly, Ying Yi said, "It's just that I want to!"

Mo Qianxun's face was slightly red, knowing that Ying Yi was learning what she said before, but she didn't care anymore, she knew that she didn't have to fight with him for some reason, although she had put life and death aside before, but it was always worth releasing the breath of life at this time.

After Mo Qianxun walked back, the faces of the rest of the people were solemn, especially the cultivator just now, who deliberately hid half of his body, as if he didn't want to attract Ying Yi's attention, but he didn't know that such a move became more obvious in Ying Yi's eyes.

"That's you!"

Ying Yi didn't have the heart to delay any longer, because the blood-colored mask above his head was already clearly visible, and it was less than ten zhang away from the top of everyone's heads, and the sense of oppression coming from the blood qi mask was even stronger than those few Earth Yuan magic weapons, giving Ying Yi an extremely dangerous feeling.

The man who was chosen by Ying Yi was the cultivator who showed the most anger just now, maybe this is the result of saying too much and losing it.

The young cultivator's face suddenly became extremely ugly, but he didn't expect Ying Yi to really choose himself in the end, his eyes flashed on the few people around him, and the few people who looked at him were cold for a while.

"Hou Jidong, don't lose your father's face, let alone my Dachu's face!"

Xiong Shuofeng saw Ying Yi make such a choice, although he didn't understand it, but he was inexplicably happy in his heart, maybe Mo Qianxun's performance just now had made her rise a few statuses in the heart of this prince of Chu.

The young man known as Hou Jidong stiffened his face when he heard this, and smiled bitterly, knowing that he had lost weight in the heart of the fourth prince because of his actions just now, I was afraid that his performance would be presented to the military department, and I was afraid that his father would be ridiculed at that time.

Hou Jidong suppressed all the negative clarity, slowly drew his sword, and instantly entered absolute calm, even if Xiong Shuofeng didn't have hope for him, but he still wanted to fight after all, his life was his own, and only he would not give up easily.

The true yuan stored in various parts of his body was all extracted, and after forcibly operating the true yuan, a trace of blood began to ooze from his arm, but at this time, he didn't care, he was planning to settle life and death with Ying Yi, so he didn't care whether he could withstand such a number of true yuan, but poured all the true yuan into the magic sword in his hand as much as possible.

Hou Jidong's arm kept trembling, and the magic sword in his hand became brighter, and at the same time, it became more intense.

"Great Bright Sword!"

Several people behind him recognized this sword, and at the same time grabbed the step to widen the distance from Hou Jidong, at this time Hou Jidong was definitely the most powerful in this life, because he burned the true yuan in his body, and cast the sword style that was famous in the Chu Dynasty, although he was only in the realm of the middle realm of Rongyuan, it was enough to kill the cultivators of the upper realm of Rongyuan at this time.

Feeling Hou Jidong's powerful sword moves, Ying Yi's frowning brows became soothed, today he is no longer the humble prince of another country, but a powerful and resourceful "Thousand-faced Scholar", he has been thinking about what kind of state to show in front of everyone, at this time he feels the magnificent masculinity on Hou Jidong's sword, and he knows what kind of performance he should make.

His arm went to his back, ignoring Ji Dongqiang's increasingly strong "Great Bright Sword", as if he wanted to let him accumulate his strength to the peak.

"The sun is like the sky, and the light is in me!"

Hou Jidong finally gathered his strength to the peak, and a sword shadow as bright as light went straight to Yingyi, the air began to vibrate constantly, and the sword shadow began to become extremely blurry, as if there was a stream of heat covering his eyes.

Bite!

With a crisp sword groan, as if the tip of the sword was nailed to the wall, Hou Jidong's "Great Bright Sword" was blocked three feet in front of Ying Yi, and it was a finger against the tip of the sword.

Kiss!

Like the sound of a stone thrown into the water, Hou Jidong's original magnificent true yuan aura suddenly turned into a stagnant water, and the magic sword in his hand directly shattered without warning, like a streamer in the distance, and finally turned into a pitch-black piece of iron.

Ying Yi withdrew his fingers, and with a slight wave of his robe, Hou Jidong's body was like a piece of burning paper, completely turned into ashes and scattered, not even a last word was left.

Taiyin True Yuan to Yin to Cold, Sun True Yuan to Yang to Fierce, Ying Yi pointed at Jun Yuan, countless Sun True Yuan eroded into Hou Ji Dong's body through the sword body, and it was impossible for him to withstand such a blazing high temperature with his physical-physical strength, so the viscera and flesh were burned in an instant, and the last wave of his hand was just to shake the remaining empty skin into ashes.

Twisting his fingers slightly, Ying Yi walked behind Yan Ji, not surprisingly, the ancient evil also won, Du Chongzhi and Ji Siyuan were defeated, and the Chu Yan rivalry ended here, the Yan Dynasty successfully won a place in the Chu Dynasty and had the right to live for twelve people, and the Chu Dynasty lost one place and got the right to live for ten people.

Bang!

The blood and qi shield above everyone's heads was shattered like a mirror, and the photo of Shen Gong, who had disappeared, reappeared.

Ying Yi found that the rest of the dynasties had already decided to live and die, which was obviously a little more relaxed than the previous depressed state, because there were only eighty-one people standing here at this time, and they could obtain the true inheritance of the ancient powerhouse.

Nine were in the Han Dynasty, twelve in the Zhao Dynasty, fourteen in the Wei Dynasty, ten in the Chu Dynasty, twelve in the Yan Dynasty, eleven in the Qi Dynasty, and thirteen in the Qin Dynasty.

Ji Donglai's face was still calm, and he was not frustrated at all because he had the smallest number of people, this was his choice, Wei Wuyi was in high spirits, because as long as these people did not die, the Zhao Dynasty would inevitably have fourteen more Seven Realm Grandmasters in the future, and because of this relationship, these people would not be able to use them for themselves in the future.

Disheveled!

Two clouds of blood mist rose from behind Wei Wuji, dyeing his back into a blood-red color, Wei Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Shen Gong's phantom in anger, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt flames.

"What are you doing!"

Wei Wuyi said it almost word by word, because the two people who died were not only the elite of the Wei Dynasty, but also had made it clear that they would follow him, so these two people were also the closest to his position, and now they were directly crushed by the photo of Duke Shen, how could he not be angry.

"It's just two more!"

Shen Gong said coldly, and then two figures appeared in front of everyone out of nowhere.

Seeing these two people, Wei Wuyi was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Why do you have to kill me and two of them if there are more of them." ”

"Because it's special!"

Wei Wuyi was about to ask again, a heavy pressure suddenly hit, and a layer of blood beads instantly appeared on the surface of his body, and then he remembered what the identity of Shen Gong was in front of him, and immediately became silent.