Beside the royal city, a big aqua-blue hand was protruded, and terrifying blood energy emanated from there. All the monks involved in refining gods and qi in Emperor Qiu did not dare to move at this moment, and the magic power in their bodies was even more intense. Suppressed to the point of being unable to function.
That kind of terrifying majesty penetrates deep into the heart of every Qi practitioner in Diqiu.
And many of the strong men of the Xia clan in Diqiu roared, matching the rolling thunder of the man who called out "bold", dominating the world and looking down upon the sky.
The protruding big hand quickly arrived in front of the Feilai Mountain Peak. A wisp of green clouds rioted above it, ignoring the big hand that seemed to be able to pick up the sun, moon and stars.
Suppress it hard.
Many Xia tribe strongmen in Diqiu began to wonder. This must be the peerless strongman who sneaked into the imperial capital that day. His magic power is indeed boundless.
Even Lei Hong, the clan leader of the Hu clan, was at a disadvantage as soon as he came face to face with him.
The mountain peak shook, but it still came down inch by inch.
Under the watchful eyes of so many strong men in Diqiu, if any plant or tree is damaged by outsiders, it will bring disgrace to Da Xia, and they will inevitably face the wrath of King Xia.
In the royal city, on the Xia Terrace, the armored man looked at the sky. The flying peak was suppressing the big hand, making no sound, and even more terrifying in its aura.
The armored man said: "Those who have such great power among Qi practitioners are all famous, but I have no impression of his aura at all. Zi Lu, you have indeed found a good helper."
The armored man held the long knife at his waist, his eyes seeming to be ignited with flames.
Tian Yi, who was sitting peacefully in the sun fire on the Xia stage, with long hair falling on his shoulders, smiled and said: "Ming Luo, he is not someone I know, but we will probably know each other soon. Since King Xia can't tolerate Tian Yi , naturally there is no room for him.”
At this time, the armored man Ming Luo sneered: "No need to wait, he will never leave today."
Tianyi looked at Ming Luo, or to be precise, at the knife on Ming Luo's waist. This armored man Ming Luo was the strongest member of the Ming clan among the twelve great noble families of the Xia clan, and the most loyal lackey of King Xia. He was once alone. Enter the Shura Blood Sea, challenge the Shura clan, and understand the supreme sword.
Later, he conquered the south and the north, destroyed the country by hundreds and thousands, and killed countless souls under the sword. The evil spirit was so heavy that it was the most powerful in Emperor Qiu. Otherwise, King Xia would not have sent him to look after Tianyi.
This is not only the importance given to Tian Yi, but also the trust in Ming Luo.
The sword on Ming Luo's waist has the true meaning of the Shura clan's blood-transforming magic sword. It is a real demon sword, and the demonic nature in it is something that few in the Shura clan can match.
The 'Luo' in his name is also the recognition of the arrogant Shura clan.
As the mountain peak suppresses it fiercely, it will soon fall on the Emperor's Hill. By then, Lei Hong, the leader of the Youhu clan, will not only be injured, but also lose the face of Daxia.
Ming Luo finally drew his sword. His action of drawing the sword could no longer be described as being refined. Each movement could be broken down into countless identical movements.
Advance layer by layer, pull out the sword and produce a total of 18,000 identical changes, all completed in less than an instant, and finally a long river of sword energy is created. With a scoff, he struck the mountain with a knife. The mountain was immediately split open by the light of the knife, and a huge crack appeared in the middle.
With the help of the long river of sword energy, the big hand at the bottom of the mountain suddenly regained its strength. The rolling thunder roared in all directions. A big hand spread out a large net made of countless thunder lights, wrapping the mountain and trapping the green clouds on the mountain.
But the green clouds suddenly erupted, like stars hanging down under the night sky, extremely brilliant. At the same time, everyone felt that the temperature of Emperor Qiu suddenly increased, and the mountain peak was suddenly scorched. As the thunder net approached, it exploded, and countless The scorching dust flew into the air, and the sword energy Changhe suddenly lost its lock on Qingxia.
The entire Emperor Qiu was caught in a violent sandstorm. A dragon roar rose from the royal city. The fierce hurricane swept away the dust in one fell swoop. On Yinglong's huge body, a man appeared on his spine. His eyes were deep. Brown, emitting light, like two suns, illuminating everything.
A head of golden hair is scattered around his shoulders. Although he does not have a majestic body that stands tall and tall, his natural aura looks down upon all things, and his deep majesty is scattered in every corner of Emperor Qiu, like the radiance of the sun.
Looking around, the man snorted coldly, "Come to the court."
Ying Long slowly returned to the Royal City. At this time, all the nobles in the East City hurriedly packed up their clothes, loaded up their luxurious cloud carriages, and headed towards the Royal City.
Shen Lian slowly opened his eyes from the academy at this time. The man who drew the sword and the owner of the big hand could probably fight him. After that, Yinglong came out of the royal city, and the one on his back should be King Xia. , it is really incredibly powerful.
Shen Lian had seen Chen Beidou's unparalleled sword and Yanxu's indestructible magic, both of which were his most powerful opponents in his life. However, in terms of pure power, these two men were at a disadvantage compared to King Xia. Even though King Xia Haven't really taken action yet.
There are some people in Emperor Qiu who are similar to the master of the magic sword just now. With his ability, he can only make a scene in Emperor Qiu. Even if his spirit is restored in the future, it is indeed impossible for one person to defeat the entire Emperor Qiu.
However, what Shen Lian is most afraid of is the combination of King Xia and Ying Long. Human and dragon are one, and their luck is added to them. Their combat power may be as high as that of the Taiyi realm.
If he had hesitated for even a moment just now, and there was no trace hidden by an independent world like the Academy, he would have had to fight King Xia once in Diqiu, King Xia's home ground.
Although he was looking forward to fighting against a strong man like King Xia who had taken another path of cultivation, it shouldn't be now. Before that, he needed to have a deeper understanding of the Xia clan's bloodline.
Winning or losing is not the goal Shen Lian pursues. He cares more about exploring Tao and other ways of cultivation, so that he can go further on the path of pursuit.
Outside the window, covered with ivy, Lei Jing returns.
She walked into Zhiweizhai, looked at Shen Lian with a complicated expression and said, "The big hand just now belonged to my grandfather."
Shen Lian said: "So what?"
Lei Jing sighed: "What on earth are you going to do? I really have to tell my grandfather and uncle that you exist."
Shen Lian stared deeply at her and said softly: "I understand, so you should forget everything that happened just now."
Shen Lian rarely tampered with other people's memories, but sometimes he had to do so.
If he was an indecisive or caring person, he would have died before today.
Fortunately he is not.
Lei Jing suddenly felt in a trance under Shen Lian's gaze, and she recalled what happened before.
Just now she saw the mountain peak coming from Emperor Qiu, and her grandfather's action. Later, even the demon sword of Ming Luo, the commander-in-chief of the royal city, appeared, and finally alerted her uncle.
Emperor Qiu has not been so lively for many years, but it is not clear who drove the mountain.
That person is probably the best among Qi practitioners.
Her husband, Shen Lian, was playing the harp on the couch. The sound of the harp was as elegant as a spring flowing in an empty mountain.
It must not be the husband, because he just woke up, but she was really sleepy. She had studied Taoist inner breathing all night, and was disturbed by the thing outside in the early morning, which made her feel quite uneasy.
It's just that Lei Jing suddenly forgot why she left the academy when the mountain peak flew to Emperor Qiu, and forgot about the green clouds flying from Shen Lian's body. Deep down in her heart, she subconsciously distinguished the Qi practitioner who drove the mountain peak from Shen Lian. , and took the initiative to find various reasons to convince himself that Shen Lian would not do anything to be an enemy of Daxia.