Just like the big bang at the beginning of the universe, two lightning and flames collided in one place in an instant.
Gang Qi splashed wildly.
boom-
The berserk qi spread outward, and a huge shock wave spread out. The Forbidden Army standing nearby was swept up by the gust of wind like fallen leaves, hitting the wall and making the sound of water bags bursting.
The trees around the courtyard couldn't bear the pressure, and they were broken like rotten wood, and then uprooted, and the broken branches danced in the sky, covering the afterglow of the setting sun.
In the end, even the palace walls as thick as mountains collapsed. The masonry and rubble rushed into the air, crackling and piercing through the bodies flying in the air. The blood and corpses intensified the might of the wind. The Thousand Forbidden Army was all gone, and only the lucky ones who were further away and shrank under the ruined walls could escape.
Zhao Fengchan roared wildly.
The three-foot-long horse in his palm was shattered inch by inch, and the armor on his body also burst and flew away. The naked horse let out a mournful cry and turned into a rain of blood. Ye Qingxuan rushed towards him.
But in his hand, the end of the broken horse lance turned out to be a sword overflowing with cold light, which had been hidden in the horse lance until the end when it revealed its real body. Throat, only less than a foot away.
At this distance, which is enough to instantly kill anyone, it is still not enough to face the masters of the gods.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the fist wind is howling.
Zhao Fengchan's sword tip touched Ye Qingxuan's fist again.
This time, unexpectedly, without any waves, without the slightest splash of qi, without a sound, Zhao Fengchan rolled over Ye Qingxuan's head, and the tip of the sword left Ye Qingxuan's fist.
Ye Qingxuan carried his right hand on his back, his clenched hand trembled slightly, and he didn't look back at Zhao Fengchan.
Zhao Fengchan fell to the ground lightly, and turned his back to Ye Qingxuan as if strolling in the garden, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and after three steps, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Fengchan knelt down and forcibly stood there with his sword, keeping his posture out of reach.
"You won, Ye Qingxuan..." Zhao Fengchan seemed to be dying, panting as he spoke, and still wanted to maintain a master-like bearing, but it was all in vain. Jianghu, you can't forget today's battle, and you can't look away from me... "
Ye Qingxuan sighed slightly, nodded and said: "I really can't forget you, but please tell me, after a hundred years, I will tell my descendants, what should I call you?"
Zhao Fengchan was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were blank, and the last trace of a miserable smile burst out, tears were already flowing in his eyes, and finally turned into wanton laughter, "Good question, Ye Qingxuan, good question... you Question, I also... no, no, I don't know... know... "
The voice was cut off, and a generation of heroes died.
The son of the great general of the Yingzhou shogunate, the head of the 13th Taibao of the Fengyun League, one of the chief culprits who colluded with the Demon Sect to destroy the Kunwu faction...
Shentong Xinxiu, or Zhao Fengchan
Yingzhou, or the Central Plains
Righteous way, or magic door
…
With so many and layered identities, in the end, even he himself doesn't know how to define himself...
Zhao Fengchan, who had already lost everything, was determined to die the moment he shot.
He was ambitious all his life, but after Ye Qingxuan destroyed all his hopes, he finally acted like a Yingzhou warrior, facing his own failure, he swung the most brilliant sword in his life.
Long!
Accompanied by Zhao Fengchan's exhaustion, the power of the last move of the two finally emerged from the ground, violent fluctuations rippled out, like an earthquake, and the clearly visible ripples centered on the two and spread to the surroundings.
Courtyards, small buildings, palace walls, halls...
In the violent shock waves that spread outwards in circles, everything ceased to exist.
Yu Shengtan, Concubine Yu, Zhuo Huifan, Song Bieli, Beiming Wudi, Zhou Zhengxue... looked at all this with dumbstruck eyes. Although they had known that Zhao Fengchan would strike hard, they were still shocked by the tragic scene before them. Absolutely.
"Ye Qingxuan—"
Zhou Zhengxue in the crowd yelled loudly. It was the first time he dared to face the opponent he feared the most in his life angrily. The hiding place has obtained a trump card - Zongxuan's son, Bao'er.
His finger-wrapping soft knife was pressed against Bao'er's neck, and he roared at Ye Qingxuan: "Look, who is this?"
Ye Qingxuan turned around slowly, glaring at Zhou Zhengxue.
Zhou Zhengxue laughed wildly, tightened the blade in his hand, and immediately cut a scar on Bao'er's neck, and bright red blood flowed straight down.
"Ye Qingxuan, if you dare to move your finger again, I'll kill this kid on the spot... Don't you call yourself chivalrous? Hahaha, I'll kill him and see how you explain to Zong Xuan and whether you still have the face Claiming to be a hero... "
"Do you dare?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"Is it Doctor Hua?" At this time, Bao'er turned her empty eyes slightly to one side, poked her ears forward, and asked slowly in an astonishingly calm tone: "Excuse me, my uncle... my master, how are you doing?" Is he injured?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at Bao'er, felt distressed for a while, and said softly: "It's okay, your Uncle Zong is just a little tired, and you can see him later..."
"Genius doctor... I can't see uncle." Bao'er shrugged, "But as long as he is fine, I can rest assured."
At this moment, Song Biebie who was on the side interjected, "My good boy, you really still think about others..."
As soon as Song Bieli's voice sounded, Bao'er couldn't help trembling, and said with a slightly fearful voice: "I remember your voice, you, you are the villain who gouged my eyes..."
Song Bieli smiled and said, "This time, I will cut off your tongue."
"This time I will handle the knife." Zhou Zhengxue snorted coldly, tightened the knife in his hand again, and said coldly: "Boy, stop talking nonsense, don't ask your Uncle Ye for help, let him kneel down for me , In this way, I may be soft-hearted for a moment, so I won't cut your tongue... "
"You...you are all bad guys..." Bao'er's body began to tremble.
Ye Qingxuan was furious in his heart, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Don't worry Bao'er, with Uncle Ye here, no one can hurt you..."
"Really?" Zhou Zhengxue laughed, and said grimly: "It seems that I have to prove my determination, Ye Qingxuan, you have to pay a small price for your arrogance."
Bao'er frowned slightly when she heard the words, tilted her ears as if listening, and suddenly asked curiously: "Uncle, are you very afraid of Uncle Ye?"
"Fart, fart!" Zhou Zhengxue was furious.
"Then why did your heart beat several times faster than usual when you mentioned Uncle Ye's name?" Bao'er asked innocently.
"Little bastard, you really have a long tongue—" Zhou Zhengxue, who had been exposed, felt ruthless. He raised the knife and stuffed it straight into Bao'er's mouth, intending to cut off his tongue.