Cry... ... .
A shrill scream suddenly pierced the sky!
A giant eagle with a pitch-black body and brightly colored feathers suddenly swooped down from the sky, and then a peculiarly shaped, broad, thick-backed knife suddenly shot down from the air, breaking through the sky like lightning and thunder!
The thick-backed knife drew a light golden straight line in the air, and the whole space was gradually filled with the sound of fine cutting as the long knife passed through it, as if the heaven and earth could not withstand the tremendous power contained in the knife, and kept making low wailing sounds!
Bang!
The long sword suddenly fell in front of Young Master Xiaoyan, and a vast and domineering golden light suddenly bloomed. The huge energy as dazzling as flames kept spreading outward from the long sword. From a distance, it looked like a sun was burning on the grassland.
The endless hot fire energy like the sun continuously overflowed from the blade, filling the immortal gate opened up by Zhou Yi, and for a moment formed an incredible and wonderful balance.
This was the first time that Zhou Yi had encountered such a situation since he had learned the "Xianmen Sword Technique". He couldn't help but be surprised and looked up to carefully examine the majestic figure on the eagle's back.
"Heshal?" Zhou Yi frowned. Zhou Yi was very familiar with the figure on the eagle, but at this moment, Heshal exuded a sense of mystery that even Zhou Yi could not fathom. Zhou Yi was puzzled and slowly put Dielianhua behind him. The earth-shaking energy fluctuations in the field gradually subsided.
"Long time no see, both of you!" Hesaer turned over and jumped down from the big eagle, slowly walked to the long sword stuck in the ground, stood in front of Gongzi Xiaoyan with the sword across, and stared at Zhou Yi in front of him with his sharp eyes.
Zhou Yi looked at Hesar in front of him, with unspeakable doubts in his heart. He just stood there quietly, as if he had always stood there since ancient times.
Originally, Heshal was a rare master in the world, with Qinggong walking all over the world, and his steel feather evil claw was also very powerful, but now... He was like a mountain standing in a storm, and even the strongest wind could not shake him at all. His eyes had a strange charm that made people dare not look directly at him and tremble all over.
He just stood there calmly, connecting heaven and earth. His entire body represented a power that was almost as powerful as the heavens, the earth and the universe. It had no beginning or end, was seamless, and was so huge that no human power could contend with it.
Strong! Absolutely strong! Shockingly strong!
At this moment, Hesaer is definitely not inferior to any master player Zhou Yi has ever seen. This rapid growth in strength must have been the result of some incredible adventure for Hesaer.
"Atlas of the God of War?" Zhou Yi looked up and down at Heshar in amazement, and then his gaze quickly moved to the heavy long sword behind Heshar. Somehow, Zhou Yi blurted out this name.
"That's right." Hesaer was concentrating and walked forward slowly. His movements were so natural that no one could take advantage of them. "That night, we fought at the Turkic royal court. We were successively dispersed by Fengyancheng's people. I was hit by Fengyancheng and was seriously injured. Fortunately, I was able to save my life from the hands of the martial master with the help of Heifeng. After that, I traveled around with Heifeng, but by chance I learned the location of the War God Temple. I took out the Eagle Sword and the "War God Atlas" from it and practiced diligently. Now I rushed back to the tribe as soon as I made some progress. But... Why did I see my two good brothers fighting for life and death when I came back?"
"A general's success is built on the bones of thousands of men!" Young Master Xiaoyan had already stood up shakily, holding his chest with his hand, his face pale. It was obvious that he had just been seriously injured by Zhou Yi's Immortal Sword Technique. He anxiously shouted to Heshar, "Now that the Turks have been destroyed, it is inevitable for us to send troops to the Central Plains. If he goes south to the Central Plains one day, anyone who stands in my way will be drunk, so we must not let him go! Come on, Heshar, let's join forces and keep him today!"
Hesaer did not answer. His bright eyes emitted a terrifying gleam. He stared in the direction of Zhou Yi without saying a word.
The strong wind on the grassland blew stronger and stronger, and dust flew all over the sky.
Boom!
Thunder and lightning!
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Tick-tock... .
The silent, gradually falling drizzle seemed to solidify slowly, rendering a hint of frosty white in the spreading coldness, falling more and more slowly, and finally melting into the water.
Soon, a thin layer of frost formed on the road, and a faint white color emerged and spread from the darkness. They soon carved out a territory of their own in the splashing rain.
Extremely thin frost spread from the ground and grew upward along the walls, layer upon layer, refracting brilliant light.
"Xue Qingcheng? Why are you here?" An expression of surprise and joy suddenly flashed across Ren Ya's face. She had been staying in Yanmen Village for these days and was extremely bored. Compared to Xue Qingcheng's arrival, this must be a bit interesting.
Xue Qingcheng took a step back with a solemn and serious look on her face. She knelt on her knees, put her hands on the ground, and bowed her head respectfully: "Your Highness, this time I brought news about Japan."
Ren Ya's face suddenly froze. As early as when they were in Luoyang, Xue Qingcheng had mentioned that she wanted to take Ren Ya back to Japan. In recent years, the Japanese royal family has been declining, and various forces have been eager to make a move. At this moment, Ren Ya, who has the blood of the orthodox emperor, seems extremely precious. But... ...
Ren Ya seemed to have made up her mind. Her innocent girlish aura suddenly disappeared. Her voice was cold and indifferent. "Tell me! What happened?"
Xue Qingcheng said calmly: "The Emperor Zhaowu is old and has no children. The royal family is afraid that there will be no one to succeed him. The princes are afraid that people will lose their support in the future, so they are planning to join the Hidden Sword Clan, the largest gang that is rising in Japan.
Now the health of Emperor Zhaowu is deteriorating, and the plan to find the posthumous child in the Central Plains has not worked at all. Now the Japanese royal family is lacking a person of noble status and in the prime of life. Princess, is there anyone in the current Shenwu family who is more suitable than you? Qingcheng is here, begging the princess to return to Japan with me! "
Ren Ya did not answer. She looked up at the snowflakes falling in the sky. She slowly stretched out her slender, snow-white hand, causing the crystal snowflakes to slowly fall down. In a moment, they melted into snow water and flowed down from her hand.
Then Ren Ya slowly smiled, reached out to help Xue Qingcheng up from the ground, and said in a moving voice: "Okay, I'll follow you and return to Japan." (To be continued)