Feather Dynasty.
Bai Yujing.
Tuoba Yun looked at the endgame in front of him and fell into the long test with Heizi in hand. This was not a strange thing in the first place.
The one who was playing chess and drinking tea with him at this time was Mu Chenzhou, the proud disciple of the contemporary chess master of Jixia Academy. In this small world of nineteen paths, there were few opponents among his peers, not even Tuoba Yun.
Just when Mu Chenzhou was looking forward to what clever tricks the sixth prince would come up with after a long test.
Tuoba Yun actually crushed the chess piece in his hand and looked at the west with a gloomy face, and then a "silk thread" appeared directly on his body.
He was targeted.
"Your Highness Yun, has something happened in Xihuang Prison State?"
Mu Chenzhou also had some understanding of what Tuobayun was doing these days. The Yuhua Dynasty was determined to unify the five states.
The emperor has already left many secrets in the other four states that can be activated at any time, and now some of the secrets have been handed over to your highnesses.
The personal power of these His Highnesses is also a test for them by the Emperor.
Whoever can take the lead in establishing a large enough power in the other four states will probably belong to that person after the emperor ascends to the throne in the future.
Tuoba Yun was very lucky and was assigned to the Blood Demon Sect in the Western Barren Prison State.
The Western Barren Prison State is originally a barren land, with many sects and mixed forces. Compared with the other four states, the overall strength is a notch lower.
Everyone originally thought this was a good thing, but now it seems that it has become a side issue.
"Someone destroyed my clone and sent out a powerful blow, following the pull of the soul to 'return the favor'."
Tuoba Yun said this with a gloomy expression. Killing his clone was a slap in his face, and returning the favor to Bai Yujing was just to make the entire dynasty laugh at him.
At this time, Mu Chenzhou also understood the seriousness of the matter.
On the surface, returning the gift to Bai Yujing is not a big deal. There is a large formation here, and it is blessed by the luck of the dynasty. With the emperor sitting in charge, even a true immortal can fight in the world.
However, if people knew that this return of courtesy was caused by Tuoba Yun, it would undoubtedly become a topic for other princes to criticize Tuoba Yun.
If the emperor felt that Tuobayun was not useful due to this incident, the loss would be immeasurable.
"I'm going out for a trip and I'll be back soon."
Tuoba Yun's figure disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving Bai Yujing in the blink of an eye. He followed the pull of the Shentu Pure Fire in his hand and headed in the direction of Xu Sui's sword.
He must not let that sword hit Bai Yujing's formation.
Otherwise, this matter will become known to everyone in the city, and Tuoba Yun knows that some things are only two or two things if they are not put on the table.
But if someone puts it on the table, it won't be able to hold it back even if it weighs a thousand pounds.
In order not to give someone a handle, Tuoba Yun had to resist the sword halfway, otherwise he would definitely make the emperor unhappy, which was a price he couldn't bear.
"coming."
Tuoba Yun came to a mountaintop 1,800 miles away from Bai Yujing, followed the "silk thread" in his hand to feel the approximate position of the sword from him, and at the same time started his own arrangement.
Judging from the feeling transmitted from the "silk thread", that sword was very strange.
In terms of aura, he clearly has the feeling of being in the stage of enlightenment, but his strength is patchy and his control is very jerky. He doesn't look like someone who has practiced steadily.
But it was precisely this that gave him the confidence to take the blow head-on.
After all, no matter how much you don't want this matter to become a big deal, you still have to ensure the safety of your life.
Not even a genius like Tuoba Yun has ever been so crazy before receiving a full blow from a powerful person in the Enlightenment stage without dodging.
"The Green Emperor Talisman."
"Feathering Immortal Clothes."
"Landscape Seal."
…
The mysterious runes inherited from the Qing Emperor, the most precious robe given by the emperor himself, the landscape and fortune of the dynasty's fiefdom...
In order to block this sword, Tuoba Yun showed all his methods, and when he was ready for everything, the huge sword energy composed of pale fire came from the mountain and the sea.
Tuoba Yun's eyes condensed, and the vast body of the Dharma was revealed behind him. It was the luck of the mountains and rivers that he borrowed from his own fiefdom.
He saw his hands clasped together, and his huge dharma body also moved in the same way, clamping the sword that came across the state. However, there was more than just Shentu Pure Fire on this sword.
After refining Ancestor Ming Yuan for many years, it contains the four powers of water, fire, wind and thunder, each divided into two camps of Yin and Yang.
When encountering foreign enemies at this time, all these forces came out in an instant, corrupting Tuoba Yun's ten thousand feet long body.
"Sixth Prince, don't do anything, it's me."
Ancestor Ming Yuan stirred up his soul in the Patriarch Tower and wanted to communicate with the outside world, but was suppressed by the spirits of the nine secret realms. Before half an hour, he stopped trying to communicate with others.
"You are so brave to destroy my Dharmakaya."
It should be noted that this dharma body involves the fate of Tuoba Yun's territory. Once it is completely corroded, natural disasters will continue in his territory and the people will be displaced.
Tuoba Yun doesn't care about the lives of mortal ants, but he cares about the emperor's attitude, so these ants must be protected.
The Qing Emperor Talisman circulates, absorbing the surrounding vitality to repair the Dharma Body. The body of the Eastern Qing Emperor's holy sword hangs high in the sky. When Tuoba Yun locked the sword, it descended from the sky and chopped it into pieces with one sword.
"No."
Ancestor Ming Yuan had a look of despair in his eyes. The Patriarch Tower could not bear this sword, and they would surely die.
This is also true. The cyan sword light fell from the sky and directly chopped the thousand-year-old sword into pieces. The spirits of the nine secret realms were completely wiped out along with the consciousness of Ancestor Ming Yuan.
Just when Tuoba Yun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the sword energy that had been chopped into pieces unexpectedly reunited.
"This move...is Li Qingyi's sword."
Blood burst out of Tuoba Yun's hands, and the sword energy that should have been chopped into pieces gathered again. This sight reminded him of Li Qingyi's sword.
The stars in the Canghe River evolve into the method of sword energy circulation.
The Holy Sword of the Eastern Blue Emperor can indeed cut it into pieces with one sword, but there is a truth that all mortals understand.
Cutting off the water with a sword will make the water flow faster. Even if a monk opens the sea with a sword, it will only be temporary. The sea will always calm down and the river will not be blocked by anyone.
Water benefits all things without fighting, so no one in the world can compete with it.
"Crunch~"
A crack appeared on the perfect dharma body, and Tuoba Yunfeng's luck on the ground was reduced by one point, and he also took a step back.
Then comes the second step, the third step, the fourth step...
As Tuoba Yun himself continued to retreat, it indicated that he was suppressed by the opponent after using his methods.
No matter what means Tuoba Yun used to beat the sword energy halfway, the sword energy would always gather in one place after being scattered, forcing him to do the most unfavorable consumption of spiritual energy.
The original plan to intercept the sword energy 1,800 miles away from Bai Yujing has now become a joke.
As the sword energy continued to advance, Tuoba Yun continued to retreat, and Bai Yujing got closer and closer.
One thousand seven hundred miles, one thousand six hundred miles, one thousand five hundred miles... and finally within a thousand miles.
