"Haha..." Chiyangzi put his hands behind his back, his eyes were contemptuous, and there was a faint excitement.
Today he was able to kill a prince of the Immortal Dynasty, the Prince of Qizhu who was now at the height of his power.
This will become a new shining point in his brilliant career.
"Why are you so stubborn, Your Highness?" Chiyangzi said with a hint of mockery in his tone:
"You are still too young to be so serious for the sake of some ordinary ants.
The youthful spirit is not for this purpose, and His Highness is already a seven-jeweled man. He fights endlessly in the court and intrigues all day long. Don't you know that this world is like this?
Those who do good are bullied, and those who do evil have no scruples. This is the true face of the world.
Your Highness should abide by this rule. "
Chiyangzi's smile was more charitable, and the way he raised his hands and feet was like an elder teaching a younger one.
"Maybe this world is like this..." The wind in Zhao Wujiang's palm had condensed into an invisible long sword. He turned his wrist lightly and pulled out a snowy sword flower.
The wind and snow began to howl around him, and snow-white lotus flowers bloomed quietly.
"But the world shouldn't be like this..." His arm holding the sword naturally drooped. The sword energy stirred the wind and snow, and the wind and snow suddenly turned into fog. He raised his sword and drew a line of sword energy towards Chiyangzi.
The sword energy was as vast as frost, like the condensed wind, snow, and thoughts in his heart. He seemed to have returned to the peaceful and urgent days of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"I have a sword that can wipe out all injustices in the world."
Qinglian Sword Song chopped up the wind and snow, and arrived in front of Chiyangzi in the blink of an eye.
Chiyangzi's mocking look was still frozen on his face, but as a sword cultivator, the moment he felt the sword energy, the only one in the nine counties who had reached the peak of three tribulations and eight tribulations, suddenly turned around.
He turned around and ran away, as if he had made up his mind.
But the sword energy had already cut into his body, making no sound. His right shoulder, his entire right arm and less than half of his chest fell straight to the ground.
"boom..."
There was a dull sound on the snow, and a pool of bright red quickly bloomed.
Chiyangzi looked blankly at the wound on his body that was as smooth as a mirror. Blood was constantly flowing from the wound, and steam was escaping.
Hundreds of years passed in his mind, and today he once again felt the long-lost excitement.
But this is very different from the boiling blood of his youth.
It came from my heart when I was young, but now my whole heart was almost cut off with a sword.
There was no pain, only bone-deep coldness that crazily eroded throughout the body along the broken wound.
The blood was hot and his whole body was cold.
"Woo..."
It all seemed like a long time passed, but in fact it was just a breath.
Even before Chi Yangzi's cold breath was finished, Zhao Wujiang's face was as pale as snow, and he held a long sword in his hand and slashed to the side at will.
The gesture of swinging the sword was as if he was about to discard the sword, so casual, lazy and nonchalant.
Chiyangzi's eyes widened angrily, and he was about to use the long-lost escape technique of pressing under the box.
His blood-red heart, which was beating loudly in the wind and snow, was trembling violently at this moment, but fortunately, the sword did not strike him. Instead, it struck Liu Chuanfeng, the city lord of Dahe City who was at the early stage of the Seven Tribulations, and the county guard at the peak of the Seven Tribulations. Guest flowers and trees.
"boom!"
It was like an inconspicuous avalanche occurred under the vast world.
The two strong men of the Seventh Tribulation in the Three Tribulations, before they could even utter their last words, before they had time to beg for mercy, before they had time to hum, they were cut into a bloody mist that filled the sky, and their souls were destroyed.
Chiyangzi's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment. He had no time to rejoice, fear was like poisonous ants biting his broken body.
Because he saw the fourth prince, whom he had never seen before, he lightly picked out a sword.
"I have a sword..." Zhao Wujiang felt a sweetness in his throat, and his face turned strangely red. After all, the sword could not be completely picked out, and he had been hollowed out.
But Chi Yangzi seemed to be frightened out of his wits, his feet were bound in the wind and snow and it was difficult to move, and then he staggered and knelt down in the snow.
