"Hahaha, Ye Chuan, you are finally dead, hahahaha..."
Li Guanghan laughed loudly. Looking at Ye Chuan who fell unconscious on the ground, he was even more excited than Jiang Tunsheng, the national master who was killing everyone. It seemed that Ye Chuan was defeated by him and he was very excited.
After waiting for so long, I was sometimes excited and sometimes disappointed. Finally, I waited for this scene. It was not easy!
Li Guanghan was elated, even more excited than when he was canonized as the Crown Prince of Qin. Because of extreme hatred, therefore, extreme excitement.
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng grabbed the air with his big hand, and his five fingers were like hooks. Ye Chuan's body slipped through the air, and when it touched the Imperial Master's five fingers, five bloody holes would definitely appear in his head and he would die.
"Elder brother..."
"grown ups!"
Nan Tiandu and the old demon from Yinshan screamed, gritted their teeth and got up to rush to save people. Unfortunately, National Master Jiang Tunsheng struck quickly and cruelly, and it was too late.
A flash of sharp sword light suddenly pierced out from the iron-blooded banner.
The goddess Hong Zixia, who was rolled up by the iron-blooded banner, sensed Ye Chuan's danger and did not bother to retreat. She stabbed the national master Jiang Tunsheng between the eyebrows at close range with a sword.
Buzz! There was a stabbing sound, and the sharp sword tip was only half an inch away from the imperial master's eyebrows.
The goddess Hong Zixia's attack was very fast and the distance was very close. If it were another person, no matter how high her cultivation level, she would not be able to dodge. It's a pity that the national master is the national master, and his cultivation cannot be compared with that of ordinary people. With a cold smile, he stretched out two fingers and caught the long sword in the hand of the goddess Hong Zixia.
"kill!"
The goddess Hong Zixia tried her best, but the Soul-Splitting Sword in her hand could not move even an inch further. The two fingers of the national master Jiang Tunsheng were like iron pliers that could not be shaken.
The peak of the real world is so unbearable
People were shocked. The cultivation level of the national master Jiang Tunsheng was indeed unpredictable, far beyond what a real-person cultivator could deal with.
"I never expected that this boy Ye Chuan is still a passionate young man with endless ways of attacking, and there is such a woman who is willing to sacrifice her life for him. Well, I will help you today and let you two die together." Master Jiang Tunsheng sneered, and with a flick of his two fingers, the sharp Soul-Splitting Sword was broken by him with a clang. Then, he struck out with a palm that was about to blow up the body of the goddess Hong Zixia.
At the same distance, the goddess Hong Zixia stabbed the sword in front of the Imperial Master in an instant. On the other hand, the palm of the Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng was so fast that even with the cultivation of the Heavenly Lady Hong Zixia, she had no time to dodge. But just when everyone thought she was about to be slapped into pulp, the national master Jiang Tunsheng suddenly stopped on his own initiative. His palm was only half an inch away from the head of the goddess Hong Zixia.
The strong wind of the palm blew off the veil on the face of the goddess Hong Zixia, revealing an amazing face. Her facial features are exquisite. Although her skin is old and has a lot of wrinkles that do not match the goddess' age. She seems to be seriously ill, but the beauty of her face is still vaguely visible, with an innate detached temperament. She has definitely recovered from her illness. She is a great beauty.
With such a face, coupled with that tall and graceful figure, even the most beautiful Prince Li Guanghan of the Qin Dynasty was amazed by it, and the soldiers were even more amazed.
Who would be willing to use ruthless means to destroy such a beautiful woman
People ask themselves, they are absolutely reluctant to part with it and cannot make the move. Although the national master Jiang Tunsheng is powerful, he is still a human being, not a real god, but still a man.
When people think about it, the national master Jiang Tunsheng also made a mistake that all men would make. He was reluctant to destroy the flower with his own hands, and even wanted to abduct the goddess Hong Zixia. However, there was no trace of evil thoughts on the face of the Imperial Master. On the contrary, there was a look of surprise, confusion, and obvious excitement, "Little girl, you..., who are you and what is your name?"
A woman who was engraved in his soul that he could never forget suddenly appeared in the mind of National Master Jiang Tunsheng. The same face, the same expression, and even the same temperament. The goddess Hong Zixia in front of him was almost printed from the same mold as the woman in his mind.
"If you want to kill, just kill, do it!"
The goddess Hong Zixia turned her head to one side and glanced at the Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng again, not bothering to say another word.
Her skills were inferior to those of others, and even the four masters couldn't beat her together. She recognized that death was nothing to be afraid of. From another perspective, this was fine, as he could die with Ye Chuan.
Couples who practice dual cultivation are like flying birds chasing each other in the sky. If one dies, what’s the point of the other living
Ever since Ye Chuan practiced dual cultivation together in the Demon Dragon Cave and comprehended the Demon Dragon Scripture together, the goddess Hong Zixia wished she could be inseparable from Ye Chuan. Before her body was completely handed over to Ye Chuan, her heart already belonged to Ye Chuan alone.
"How could I kill you?"
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng smiled bitterly, with a somewhat complicated expression. He looked at the goddess Hong Zixia and said, "Young man, tell me, your surname is Hong, isn't it?"
"How do you know?" The goddess Hong Zixia turned around with a look of surprise, then relief.
Who is Jiang Tunsheng
The majestic Imperial Master of the Qin Dynasty is inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people. With his power and strategy, he might have already planned to get involved in the Tianyao Sect. He has seen his portrait somewhere and it is no big deal if he knows his situation.
"Yes, your surname is indeed Hong. No wonder you look exactly like her. No wonder..."
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng took a few steps back and retracted his palm. The murderous aura in his body slowly dissipated. He murmured to himself, feeling a little distracted, even a little lost, as if he remembered something.
A strand of hair, as crystal clear as silver, stabbed out from the void.
One, two..., more and more, and a faint figure came out of the void. She is young and beautiful, and her face is not as beautiful as the rainbow and purple clouds of the goddess. She is even mature and plump and has more charm, but her hair is all white, and she has long hair that is as clear as silver.
Zhao Tianbi, the white-haired queen who covered the sky with one hand in Tianyaomen, came to southern Xinjiang in person.
"Kill, kill, Jiang Tunsheng, why don't you kill?"
The white-haired queen looked at the absent-minded Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng and laughed. Sooner or later, the goddess Hong Zixia did not appear when she was in danger. The national master Jiang Tunsheng stopped before tearing through the void and walking out, "Don't you only have family rules in your eyes, only etiquette, morality and national law, Zixia?" Why didn't you kill me when you defied the Qin Dynasty with the traitor Ye Chuan? Now, you are finally shrinking and don't dare to take action, hahahaha... "
"Zixia..., it turns out, her name is Hong Zixia, okay, this is a good name."
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng nodded and calmed down, looking at the white-haired queen coldly, "Zhao Tianbi, was it you who raised Zixia? Back then, was it you who took Zixia away and took her to the Tianyao Gate to hide secretly?"
"What does it mean to hide secretly? I am Zixia's aunt, her mother's good sister, and now I am still the master who single-handedly raised her and taught her peerless skills. Jiang Tunsheng, ask Zixia, when will I Have you treated her badly? On the contrary, you, who is in a high position and have reached the sky, when did you seriously look for Zixia? I'm afraid, you thought Zixia was dead a long time ago, and you wish that she would be less of a burden if she died, right? Haha Ha ha… "
The white-haired queen stared at the national master Jiang Tunsheng fiercely, laughed and twisted her face, her expression even more ferocious than when Li Guanghan was angry. Judging from her tone, she not only knew Jiang Tunsheng, the national master, but was also very familiar with him. Others were afraid of Jiang Tunsheng, a national master whose cultivation was unparalleled, but she, the queen of the generation who controlled the Heavenly Demon Sect, was not afraid at all.