Qin Tianjian.
Emperor Murong Tong looked at Xie Guanying with a smile.
Xie Guanying sighed in his heart. After all, he still had time to run away, but he would be in trouble next.
But he quickly regained his composure and looked at Emperor Murong Tong with a smile: "Leader Murong, Xie has a few doubts in his mind. Can you answer them for me?"
"You have the dual identities of father-in-law and a dying man, but it doesn't matter." Yu Liancheng smiled.
"May I ask where the immortals from Longhu Mountain are?" Xie Guan responded.
He really couldn't believe that after being suppressed by two large formations, this guy could easily kill a mortal immortal.
A smile appeared at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth: "Immortal? Immortals have become immortals."
"What does this mean?" Xie Guanying frowned.
"In my last battle with Wang Xianzhi, he used 'moving mountains' and moved a mountain of weapons."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "I imitated his move before and moved a mountain. I suppressed all the immortals and turned them from immortals into immortals. They were all flattened."
Xie Guanying was still puzzled and said: "But that move of moving mountains will consume a lot of true energy. And now you are in Tai'an City. Under the influence of the great formation, the celestial beings in the celestial realm are greatly weakened. You want to draw the power of heaven and earth. It will become extremely difficult, but I see that you don’t look like your vitality is severely damaged now..."
"Because I made full preparations before returning the sword to Tai'an."
Yu Liancheng turned his hand, and at some point a yellow crystal ball appeared in his hand, emitting waves of evil fluctuations.
"This object is called the Evil Emperor's relic, also known as the holy relic. It has the effect of storing true energy and essence. It is with this object that we can maintain abundant energy."
"That's it. I didn't expect that time would have such a strange thing."
Xie Guanying's tone was calm, and his figure turned from solid to virtual, and gradually ripples appeared: "It is true that Xie did not calculate this time. Leader Murong, let's meet again next time."
When he finished saying this, a gust of wind blew by, and Xie Guanying's figure disappeared like a wisp of blue smoke.
"Father-in-law, why do you need to resort to such unnecessary means in front of your son-in-law?" Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered, looking at the upper of his shoes, as if he could see a flower: "Even if There is no Thousand Miles Flying Sword, for the sake of Bai Huer's face, I will sacrifice your head to her, even if you die without a complete body."
A cold snort echoed in the void, which seemed far and near, imaginary and real. It was full of elusive meaning, making it difficult for people to hear the truth.
"Xu Weixiong once, Nangong once, and he attacked me once before. You owe three lives, but you are my father-in-law, so I will give you a discount. As long as you can take my three moves, I will spare your life." . How is it? Isn’t it a good deal? As a son-in-law, I can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous person."
And when he finished saying this, Murong Tonghuang stamped his foot, clearly without using much force. When the floor was cracked every inch in a radius of ten feet, sand and dust were flying.
"The first move."
Black clothes were floating, and a trace of clothing seemed to block the skylight.
The space suddenly shook, like a small boat in a violent storm.
And this was just because Yu Liancheng punched.
It seemed like a simple punch, but it struck with wind and thunder, causing the heaven and earth to shake.
boom!
This punch was in the void.
The powerful punches struck from all directions, and the air boiled like running water, making a gurgling sound.
Boom! Boom!
The Qintian Prison was shaking violently. The magnificent building, which was built with an unknown amount of manpower and material resources, was impacted by the violent air waves, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years. It cracked inch by inch, and then turned into pieces.鑑粉. Beams and columns collapsed, and bricks and tiles poured out like a torrent.
Frightened screams rang out in the attic, and many Qi refiners fled in panic, their faces looking horrified and their whole bodies trembling.
In the mortal world, these Qi Refiners are all immortal figures with extraordinary means, but in the face of such earth-shattering fists, they still have the illusion of being like ants.
Amidst the surge of air, a figure squeezed out of the void.
I saw this man vomiting blood, his face was pale, his clothes were torn, and he had a look of disbelief on his face.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Xie Guanying?
His seemingly incredible concealment skills had no place to hide under the search of Yulian City's spiritual thoughts that were like mercury pouring down the earth.
"The second move."
Without waiting for Xie Guanying to react, Yu Liancheng swung his sword with his backhand.
The sword energy was majestic, and the infinite sword intent descended from the sky. It suddenly turned into a divine light that swept everything, and shot out at a speed exceeding lightning.
This divine light seemed to be filled with the aura of kingship, and it had the power to sweep the world.
It swept up all the energy, bricks, stones, vegetation, and gathered into an unrivaled torrent, sweeping towards Xie Guanying in a mighty manner.
This sword is so powerful that Xie Guanying, who is now injured, may not be able to take this sword even in his prime.
But he had to take it.
The invisible energy has completely locked him up.
And an invisible position imprisoned his figure.
Xie Guanying shouted angrily, and his awe-inspiring energy burst out, shooting straight into the sky. Then he pointed out, his clothes were flowing, and he looked indescribably bold and unrestrained.
The scholar is full of energy and gives guidance to the country.
The moment the sword energy and fingers collided, tyrannical shock waves were released in all directions.
But soon, Xie Guanying vomited blood, his clothes were torn, and he flew out like a rag bag.
This time, Xie Guanying flew hundreds of feet away and barely stopped until his body hit an inn in the distance.
The inn seemed to be hit by a meteorite, shattered into pieces with a roar, and disintegrated in all directions.
Xie Guanying spit out a mouthful of blood.
He pushed himself up, turned into a ray of green light without saying a word, turned around and ran away.
Although Emperor Murong Tong said he only used three moves, he has already taken two.
But he was really not sure how strong the third move was.
I am also not sure whether Murong Tonghuang made three moves after three moves.
Yu Liancheng looked at Xie Guanying's figure indifferently, and did not pursue him immediately, but focused on the remaining Qintian Prison.
Due to the impact of the fight between Murong Tonghuang and Xie Guanying, most of the huge Qintian Prison collapsed, and the 800 Qi Refiners in the Qintian Prison were killed and injured countless times.
But the suppression of the formation after entering Tai'an City did not disappear.
Someone is presiding over the formation.
The person who presides over the formation is in the Qintian Prison.
Yu Liancheng turned his gaze and focused on the crumbling Tongtian Tower. That dark and profound gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the wall and see the master and disciple in the Tongtian Tower.
This is also the person he wants to return the sword to.
Yu Liancheng slowly raised the sword in his hand.
Uh-huh!
A sword energy like a red dragon slashed down.
On this day, Qin Tian Prison was destroyed.
On this day, Emperor Murong Tong returned his sword to the prison.
On this day, there were countless casualties among the Northern Qi Refiners.
…
Xie Guanying is on the run.
This unparalleled strategist who claims to have all the power in the world and only regards Huang Longshi as his opponent is on the run.
In fact, no matter whether he is hiding his weakness or running for his life, Xie Guanying considers himself second in the world, while no one dares to consider himself first in the world.
When he was in Xishu, he escaped Deng Tai'a's murderous Thousand Miles Flying Sword.
Earlier, at the end of the Hongjia year, he had escaped two elaborate fights. The people who took action were both the invincible Wang Laoguai and the Beimang Army God Tuoba Bodhisattva.
He was indeed capable of causing trouble back then.
But no one can actually kill him.
Of course, he was also forced to change his name and surname, and became invisible.
But this time, Xie Guanying really smelled the smell of death.
Because it was Murong Tonghuang who took action, the invincible Murong Tonghuang.
But as long as he can leave Tai'an City, Xie Guanying is not allowed to roam in this vast world.
Suddenly, Xie Guanying frowned, his expression moved slightly, and he looked towards the sky.
At some point, the sky changed color, dark clouds rolled in, and the sky seemed to droop a little lower. Black clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and pressed down on all living beings.
No, to be precise, I was thanking him for his oppression.
Immediately afterwards, a misty and majestic voice, like a god or a demon, sounded from the sky.
"The first move is boxing, and it belongs to me, Emperor Murong Tong. The second move is swordsmanship, and it belongs to Northern Liang King Xu Weixiong's sword."
Mo Yun seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, constantly twisting and deforming, and finally turned into a long black knife that stretched thousands of miles high in the sky, emitting sharp energy that seemed to be able to divide the world into two.
"As for the third move...it's the sword technique, the Eighteen Stops she hasn't mastered yet."
Boom!
In Xie Guanying's desperate look.
The sword of Mo Yun slashed down, a majestic, immeasurable, and incredibly sharp energy filled the sky and the earth, with the potential to open up the world.
Boom!
Boom!
Xie Guanying looked up at the sky, he was already trembling.
He claims to be able to count everything, but he can't count that punch or sword, let alone this one.
With a shrill roar, Xie Guanying's body rose into the air, his sleeves bulging, and he opened one hand and raised it towards the Mo Yun knife.
Mo Dao scholar has no energy.
Holding the sun and the moon in your hands changes the sky.
It's a pity that a mere scholar, even if he has attained the realm of a saint, is still too insignificant in front of this sword.
The sun and moon can be lifted up, but this sword cannot be lifted up.
One knife and eighteen stops.
"Huang Longshi, Li Yishan, Yuan Benxi, Zhang Julu... they have their own romantic ambitions, but you, Xie Feiyu, are just a conspirator hiding behind the scenes."
Boom!
The earth shook.
Huge knife marks appeared on the ground, which was shocking.
Xie Guanying's body was completely submerged by Mo Yun's sword.
From now on there will be no flying fish in the world.
…
"Xie Guanying is dead." Deng Tai'a sounded extremely sad.
"Have you ever fought against this person?" Luoyang in white asked.
"So be it. I owe two favors to Princess Beiliang, the previous generation Wu Jian Guan. I once repaid one favor to Xu Fengnian. I originally wanted to kill Xie Guanying and repay another favor. But I didn't expect this person to be very slippery. I'm afraid no one in the world can match this person's ability to escape." Deng Tai'a shook his head.
"But he is still dead." Bai Yi Luoyang's eyes flashed: "The previous knife, the so-called eighteen stops, do you have the confidence to take it."
"Haha, whether you can take it or not is not what you say." Deng Tai'a had the same warm smile on his face, with a hint of fighting spirit deep in his eyes.
At this moment, there was a sound of ragged clothes.
However, Cao Guanzi in green turned into a ray of blue light and flew towards the palace.
"Master Cao, you will never be free after all." Deng Tai'a shook his head.
"Emperor Murong Tong rushed to the palace. Together with Cao Qingyi, one of them is in the light and the other is in the dark. The fall of the Yangzhao family is not far away." Luoyang said.
"Don't forget, there is also the white-robed soldier Saint Chen Zhibao who has never appeared."
Deng Tai'a's eyes narrowed slightly: "And I always feel that this palace is not that easy to break, and the emperor is not that easy to kill. How can the Liyang Dynasty be able to unify the Central Plains without any foundation? Let's see."
…
After dealing with Xie Guanying, Yulian City rushed towards the palace.
If nothing else happens, the palace should be the last destination of this trip.
Of course, there is another opponent in the palace who can be called a "big enemy".
But before entering the palace, Emperor Murong Tong was blocked by one person and one shot.
One person, Chen Zhibao.
One shot, plum wine.
The gun body rotated and the gun handle was inserted into the ground.
One man is in charge.
The plums turn from green to purple.
"You want to stop me?" Yu Liancheng narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura.
"I am the King of Shu." Chen Zhibao's tone was calm, but his whole body was full of fighting spirit.
The end of the story is war.
Yu Liancheng didn't say much, just waved his sword.
Chen Zhibao didn't say much, and the gun shot out like a dragon.
This battle was more exciting than imagined.
Swords, lights, guns, and shadows collided hundreds of times in an instant, and energy exploded here.
In less than two or three breaths of fighting, the two men were razed to the ground within a radius of dozens of feet.
This battle ended sooner than expected.
On his eighth breath, Murong Tonghuang swung his sword, and the sword light broke through the cage of the gun shadow and flashed past like lightning.
Chen Zhibao was seriously injured and flew out. His chest was dripping with blood and his face was as miserable as paper.
Yu Liancheng glanced at Chen Zhibao.
Good acting.
After praising him in his heart, he drifted away towards the palace.
Chen Zhibao lay on the ground for a long time before he staggered up and used a special technique to seal the sword wound so that it would no longer bleed. Then he propped himself up with plum wine and looked at the palace and the place where Xie Guanying died, as if muttering to himself.
"You should know that Murong Tonghuang came here to do something that I would do in the future. I can stand here to give Li Yang a face. And I am fighting against Murong Tonghuang, and I am willing to suffer him One sword is to give you face. If you want to take the opportunity to destroy Beiliang and Liyang Qi, then do it according to your own ability."
"Haha, now it seems that you don't have this ability. Instead, you put your own life on the line. As a counselor, you have fallen short of your standards."
"I know that you are not sincerely loyal to me. You are a pawn of some people in the world. You just want to realize your revenge. But no matter what, you are my counselor and even... friend. I can't help but watch. I can't stop you from being killed by others. This sword will settle the matter."
…
And the other side.
Yu Liancheng has arrived in front of the palace.
A young eunuch wearing a python robe has been waiting for a long time.
Eyes facing each other.
The world fell silent for a moment.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
