"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Xiao Wenjian said coldly.
"The imperial capital is so impregnable that not even the Spirit Master can escape from prison." Li Qing asked curiously, "I wonder how Brother Xiao escaped?"
"Fight with me again." Xiao Wenjian did not answer, but slowly drew out the long sword from behind and pointed it directly at Li Qing.
"How outrageous!" Bai Hu roared angrily, "Now you are just a prisoner. You escaped from prison by chance and didn't run far away to hide. You actually dare to assassinate the prince. You are really ignorant and fearless. Let a certain family Come meet you traitor!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled out the sword from his waist with a "clop" sound and was about to step forward to give it to him.
"Stay back, you are no match for him." Li Qing suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Bai Hu, "I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time. Brother Xiao is willing to teach me. That would be great."
"My lord, you always rush to the front by yourself." Suzaku complained with a slight dissatisfaction, "How can we, the guards, be embarrassed?"
"It's a rare opponent." Li Qing laughed and said, "Besides, don't you have confidence in me?"
"His Majesty the Emperor is already a spiritual master. Have you ever seen him go out looking for opponents all day long?" Suzaku said reluctantly.
"That's why I don't want to be the emperor. I don't have any freedom at all." Li Qing suddenly held Suzaku's slender hand and said, "I know that you are doing it for my own good, but it's just a man. Sometimes it's so troublesome. I hope you can Be patient."
Suzaku didn't expect Li Qing to make such an intimate move. Even though she was passionate and courageous by nature, she couldn't help but her pretty face got hot. Her slightly brown skin couldn't cover up the blush all over her cheeks, and her sharp eyes suddenly turned red. The hot and gentle lady, who was usually sharp-tongued, could not say a word.
Qinglong, Baihu and the others winked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, feeling very uncomfortable.
Xiao Wenjian is a swordsman with negative emotional intelligence. Apart from practicing and fighting, he doesn't care much about anything.
However, at this moment, he also felt a sharp weapon called dog food coming towards him, and his sword power was slightly weakened.
"Are you done?" he asked coldly.
"Come on, let me see how advanced Brother Xiao's swordsmanship has become!" Li Qing slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.
The originally charming atmosphere suddenly changed, and the air instantly solidified and became silent, giving off a faint chilling air.
Two white figures stood quietly on the official road, facing each other from a distance, both motionless.
After the battle in the Imperial Capital, Xiao Wenjian was defeated and captured, and the "Sun God Sword" was returned to its original owner and returned to the hands of Shen Dachui. Although the long sword he used at this time was of high quality, it was far inferior to the Shen Forged One. A meticulous work of art.
However, by coincidence, Li Qing's original weapon "Yu Shang Sword" was also cut off by Ji Zhongwen, and a replacement of the same level could not be found for a while. At this time, the sword in his hand was just an ordinary sharp weapon.
In this way, although their weapons have been downgraded, they are still equally matched.
A strong wind blew up, blowing up the dust and sand on the ground. The fog between the two of them was so thick that they could no longer see each other clearly.
At this moment, Xiao Wen's sword moved.
He seemed to have taken a simple step, but he had already appeared in front of Li Qing. The long sword in his hand was slowly handed forward. The seemingly ordinary sword moves contained a mysterious and strange artistic conception, which made People are unpredictable and difficult to resist.
He has indeed become stronger again!
Li Qing's pupils shrank sharply, and the pores all over his body expanded. His concentration reached its peak at this moment, and he raised the long sword in his hand at an angle.
"Ding!"
The two swords crossed each other, and Xiao Wenjian's eyes grew cold. He turned his right hand, changed the angle, and thrust out the sword again.
The speed of this sword was far faster than before, and it was so difficult for people to see his hand movements.
Li Qing's heart trembled, and he took two steps back to avoid this sharp sword. However, he saw Xiao Wenjian suddenly slowed down and stabbed slowly with another sword.
"Ding!"
The two swords collided together again. Before Li Qing could launch a counterattack, Xiao Wenjian's sword move was suddenly as fast as lightning, heading straight for Prince Wu's door.
Such an unpredictable sword-playing style was completely different from Xiao Wenjian, who only knew how to play slow and fast during the battle for the top spot. Li Qing felt greatly uncomfortable and had to take two steps back again.
"Your Majesty, it seems that the situation is not good." Bai Hu was impatient, and he couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that Li Qing kept retreating.
"Should we go up and help?" Xuanwu said hesitantly.
"In this kind of duel between geniuses, if others interfere randomly, I'm afraid the prince will be unhappy." Qinglong shook his head and said.
"Not to mention whether the prince is happy or not, even if we all take action together, I'm afraid we won't be able to help the prince much." Suzaku mercilessly attacked the three of them, "Although these two are still in the realm of the heavenly wheel, they are not at the same level as me. , if we act rashly, not only will we not be able to help, but we will probably distract the prince from taking care of you."
"Hey, why are the differences between people so big!" The expressions of the three people froze at the same time, and they sighed in unison.
"Believe me, Your Majesty." Suzaku's beautiful eyes were fixed on Li Qing, and his voice was soft and firm, "Has he ever let us down?"
"Ding!"
While several people were talking, the long swords in Xiao Wenjian's and Li Qing's hands collided again, and a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing erupted.
Xiao Wenjian, whose attack was as continuous as a surging river, suddenly froze, then swayed and retreated ten feet away. A look of shock appeared on his originally indifferent face, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"Have you mastered your swordsmanship?" There was a hint of bitterness in his words.
"It's not a complete success yet, it's just a prototype." Li Qing shook his head and answered truthfully.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Xiao Wenjian asked calmly, "Can it actually deflect my attack?"
"My own great path is called 'Thorn Sword Path'." Li Qing said slowly.
"Thorns... thorns..." Xiao Wenjian lowered his head and muttered to himself. After a long time, he looked up at Li Qing again and said word by word, "I'm not as good as you."
After saying that, he turned around and floated away without any hesitation, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
"If he hadn't been born in the Xiao family, we would probably be friends." Li Qing looked at Xiao Wenjian's retreating figure and sighed.
"My lord, won't you capture this traitor?" Bai Hu couldn't help but ask.
"So what if we take it down? I am still on the run, how can I have time to care about him?" Li Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Hurry up and hurry up. If you continue to delay, you will be overtaken by the eldest brother's people. Well, maybe we will become traitors by then."
"When we suppressed the rebellion, our Prince Wu's Mansion was fighting life and death, and His Highness the Crown Prince did not do anything. He only took advantage of the opportunity to plunder the people's property." When entering the carriage, Bai Hu cursed to himself, angrily, "Now he is still hiding from this Coward, God is really unfair to his grandmother!”
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If the secret dungeon under the Daqiandong Palace is cold and dim, then the dungeon of the Dark Temple can be described as eerie and terrifying. The four walls of the dark cell are inlaid with unknown materials and sparkle with stars.
Through these scattered and weak lights, one can see a slender figure tied up above a thick jade-white pillar.
This person is wrapped with black soul-binding ropes round and round. The white pillars behind him have dense thorns protruding from the surface, piercing the person's torso and limbs like sharp knives. It is unknown what the purpose of the pillars is. Made of a kind of material, the blood flowed continuously to the spikes, but could not stop at all, and dripped to the ground.
At this time, the cell door was opened, and a strong white figure appeared in the dungeon. The new person had a long horse face, cheeks covered with acne, and an abnormally large mouth that was completely out of proportion to the eyes, ears, and nose. With a cruel look on his face, he said gloatingly: "Drill, your punishment has been decided."
It turned out that the person tied to the pillar of the dungeon was the fifth pillar of the twelve pillars of the Dark Temple, Demon Mandrill.
"Is it Zhuolong?" Gui Mandrill lowered his head and said calmly without raising his eyelids, "The second pillar of the dignified temple came all the way to inform me of the punishment results. I really feel wronged to you."
"No grievance, no grievance." Zhuolong showed a happy expression on his face, "As long as I can see your painful expression, what does running an errand mean?"
"So you care about me so much." Ghost Mandrill looked pale, and the excessive loss of blood had made him extremely weak, but he still grinned and said, "It's a pity that your father is about to go on the road and I won't have the chance to love my son."
"You are so stubborn when you are about to die." Zhuolong's face darkened, and then he sneered, "Sure enough, he has the same virtue as your old ghost master. You two can happily reunite down there!"
"My good son, when dad dies, remember to burn some paper money for me during the holidays." Gui Mandrill seemed to want to laugh loudly, but he was already so angry that he couldn't make a sound.
"This pillar made of soul-eating coral tastes good." Zhuolong was not angry and said with a smile, "I will come to see you again tomorrow. I hope you can still be so energetic by then."
After that, he laughed and stepped out of the cell door, quickly disappearing from sight. .
Feeling the vitality in his body dissipate bit by bit, waves of dizziness hit his head. It became difficult for Ghost Mandrill to open his eyelids, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt something in his heart and opened his eyes suddenly.
Not far ahead, there seemed to be a figure standing quietly. Ghost Mandrill was dizzy, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't identify the person for a while.
"Zhuolong's good son, have you come to visit your father again?" He only said that Zhuolong came to see a joke again, and couldn't help but make a provocation.
"What a resemblance." The visitor didn't seem to hear what Ghost Mandrill said, but murmured to himself in an almost inaudible voice, "Even the expression of wanting to be beaten is exactly the same."
At this time, Demon Mandrill's eyes gradually began to focus, and he could see clearly that the person in front of him was a silver-haired man of medium height with a mask on his face. His body shape was completely different from that of Zhuolong.
"Who are you?" Ghost Mandrill's throat was hoarse and it was almost difficult to speak.
The masked man did not answer, but stretched out his right arm and waved lightly, and the black soul-binding rope wrapped around the mandrill broke silently, and then his body seemed to be grabbed by an unknown force. Involuntarily, it flew away from the spikes on the surface of the white pillar and slowly landed on the ground.
What kind of strength is this?
Ghost Mandrill, who has always been fearless, couldn't help showing a look of shock on his face.
The masked man's spiritual power could actually act on the soul-binding rope from a distance. He knew that his deceased old ghost master would never be able to do this.
"Clang!"
The masked man casually threw a huge object in front of the mandrill.
"Who are you?" Ghost Mandrill looked down and found that what was lying on the ground was actually his own exclusive weapon, a long-handled giant blade. He was even more surprised and asked with a heavy breath.
"Leave quickly!" The masked man seemed to lower his voice deliberately, "Don't come back again."
"The entire temple is within the range of the temple master's perception." Ghost Mandrill shook his head with difficulty and said, "I can't run away."
"Everyone from here to the exit has fallen asleep." The masked man said calmly, "Within an hour, I will be responsible for blocking the saint's perception. This is your last chance. The further you go, the better. Don’t let anyone in the temple find you either.”
The masked man's words stirred up a storm in Ghost Mandrill's heart.
The only one who can block the consciousness of a saint is a saint!
However, he didn't feel that he had such a friendship with any of the seven great saints in the world that he could let the other person personally save him.
"Why did you save me?" he asked hoarsely.
"Let's go!" The masked man didn't answer, but just urged.
"I owe you." Seeing that he didn't answer, Ghost Mandrill stopped asking. He lifted up the giant blade on the ground and stuck it behind his back. He ran tremblingly towards the outside of the dungeon and ran to the stairs. He couldn't bear it. Zhu turned his head and glanced at the masked man behind him, then gritted his teeth, kicked off his legs, jumped to the next floor, and disappeared out of sight of the masked man.
Another white figure walked quietly beside the masked man.
"Did you find out after all?" The masked man no longer lowered his voice and resumed his old voice.
"You have only been promoted for a short period of time, and you have not fully controlled your own power." The visitor said slowly, "If it takes another year, you should be able to hide it from my perception."
"Yes, it seems that I overestimated myself." The masked man was silent for a moment, then suddenly took off the mask on his face, revealing his true face. He turned out to be the second master of the Dark Temple, Li Tiandi, who had just been promoted to the saint realm.
"Lao Li, you broke the rules this time." The person who came later was naturally the Lord of the Dark Temple, Mo Disheng.
"Tianfeng and him share the same love as father and son." Emperor Li Tian sighed, "My younger brother died at the hands of the old thief Wen Dao for the sake of the Dark Temple. How can I watch his only disciple die like this?"
"He killed You Wuyang." Mo Disheng looked into Li Tiandi's eyes and said seriously.
"As an elder of the temple, You Wuyang doesn't want to practice hard, but he plays tricks all day long." When Emperor Li Tian heard the name, a look of disdain appeared on his face, "Kill these losers if you want."
"Lao Li, managing an organization is not such an easy task." Modisheng sighed, "There is no rule without rules. If everyone was as lawless as him, the Dark Temple would have fallen apart long ago. How can we achieve this?" Domination of the world?"
"I owe you a favor." Emperor Li Tian said stubbornly, "Anyway, I can't watch him die so easily."
"As the Lord of the Dark Temple, if I can't deal with it impartially, how can I convince the public in the future?" Mo Disheng just shook his head.
"I heard that your precious disciple is back?" Li Tiandi suddenly changed the subject, "If this happened to her, would you be able to do it?"
"Although your brother is reckless and has a bad temper, he has made a lot of contributions to the Dark Temple after all." Mo Disheng's expression froze and he pondered for a long time before looking into Li Tiandi's eyes and said word by word, "Let's do this , an hour later, I will send Zhuolong to hunt down the ghost mandrill. If I can escape from Zhuolong with my life, I will turn a blind eye and let him live, how about it?"
"He has been tied up in the dungeon for so long, and most of his life has been lost." Emperor Li Tian said angrily, "How can he defeat Zhuolong?"
"Lao Li, even so, I have already broken the rules." Mo Disheng did not give in, "If you do something wrong, you will eventually have to pay the price."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Emperor Li Tian finally snorted coldly and walked away, acquiescing to the proposal of the Lord of the Dark Temple.
Looking at Emperor Li Tian's leaving figure, Mo Disheng sighed secretly, his eyes kept flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
