In the Tianshu Palace, the central heavenly court, in the shrouded hall, red clothes circled, eyes closed for healing.
In front, Qi Huang and Qi Yanxia in dragon robes stood quietly, waiting for the former to wake up.
"Yanxia, can you decide?"
Qi Huang looked at the young man in red in front and said.
"kindness"
Qi Yanxia nodded without hesitation. "I ascended the throne at the age of twenty-one, and was appointed the most dangerous time of the Tianshu Dynasty. I have been the emperor for fifty years, and I have taken half a step to perfection. I have a lifetime of luck. Among all the half-step supreme, it seems to be the most likely to step into the realm of great perfection. man, but only myself
I know, I don't have this chance."
"Back then, in order to improve my cultivation as soon as possible and let the Tianshu Dynasty get rid of the situation of being restricted everywhere, I overdrawn too much of my own potential. Since then, the door to the perfect state for my father has been closed." Having said this, Qi The emperor moved his eyes, looked at his daughter beside him, and said sternly, "Yanxia, you are different from your father, you have been cultivating the Emperor's Heavenly Sutra since childhood, with a solid foundation, plus your aptitude that is not inferior to anyone else, one day It can reach the realm of the Supreme, but before the road to the Supreme, it is necessary to overcome the great calamity, the calamity, the calamity, the calamity, and the calamity of all living beings. Among them, especially the calamity and the calamity are the most difficult. To save the love calamity, you must first enter the love, and then cut the love, the word love
, Never rely on will as a transfer, it is difficult to fall in love, and it is even more difficult to cut love, you must think about it, don't regret it! "
"Since my daughter has made a decision, she will not regret it," Qi Yanxia replied. Qi Huang nodded, his eyes moved to the young man in front of him again, and said, "This son's aptitude is not outstanding, why he has such terrifying combat power at such an age, I don't know very well, but this son's heart is as strong as stone, Although not thin
A man of love, but he is a stingy man, and to be honest, he is not the person to save the love calamity.”
"My father thinks that besides him, there are other people in this world who are qualified to let his daughter fall in love?" Qi Yanxia said calmly.
Qi Huang sighed lightly, these words are indeed true, for Yanxia, except for the young people in front of her, all Baichao Tianjiao was defeated.
"There are still three days left, and it will be the day when this son will face off against Ye Fengdu, who is from Qiaoluo Moshengmen. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable. If this son survives, your father will no longer hinder your decision." Qi Huang slowed down Slow down.
"Thank you, Father," Qi Yanxia said solemnly.
In the center of the hall, in the ups and downs, Hongyi opened his eyes, a blazing blood light flashed in his eyes, and then gradually disappeared and disappeared.
Seeing it, Qi Yanxia stepped forward and said, "How are you?"
"No problem"
Ning Chen got up, answered, and immediately walked up to Emperor Qi, gave a polite salute, and said, "Junior has never thanked Senior Qi Huang for his help. If it wasn't for the help of Senior, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy for this Junior to get out!"
"It's a lot of work, let's not talk about this matter for the time being, there are only three days left until the decisive battle between you and Ye Fengdu, can you be sure?" Qi Huang asked seriously.
"This person is different. The outcome is only between five and five. Before the real fight, I don't know the result." Ning Chen calmly said.
The first swordsman of Qiaoluo Deshengmen is not a false name. With one sword on that day, he can see that he can do it at the top.
Hearing this, there was a smile on the corner of Qi Huang's mouth. If he didn't know the age of this son, anyone who heard these words would think that this was just modesty, but after knowing the age of this son, these words really made people wonder what to do. think.
After practicing for more than ten years, he has the same strength as the first swordsman of Qiaoluo Deshengmen. The years of cultivation are much longer.
It can be said that Ye Fengdu's sword has never been defeated in the entire Nanling. Even he, if he does not suppress this person's sword with a half-step supreme cultivation base, he would not dare to say that he is certain to win.
"It can be seen that the days for you to lift the sword again are still short, and in the remaining three days, let Yanxia help you return to the peak state," Qi Huang said.
"Thank you." Ning Chen did not refuse, but thanked again.
"Yanxia, there is a formation in this central heavenly court, so you don't have to worry about it, just let it go." Emperor Qi looked at his daughter and explained.
"Yes" Qi Yanxia replied.
"I still have something to do. I will be away for a while. After three days, I will go to Luofu Mountain to watch the battle."
The words fell, and the figure of Emperor Qi gradually faded away, and in a flash, he disappeared from the eyes of the two.
When Emperor Qi left, in the central heavenly court, Qi Yanxia glanced at the young man in front of her and didn't say much. She turned around and walked ten steps away, and then said calmly, "Please!"
"Please"
Ning Chen waved his hand to take the sword, the purple divine blade descended from the sky, the powerful sword intent swept away, and the heaven and the earth resonated.
The next moment, the battle situation begins, Hao Yuan rises, and the heavenly court begins to fight.
The Emperor's Heavenly Sutra gathers the majestic luck of the central heaven. Qi Yanxia, who is in the strongest state, flips with her delicate hands and follows her closely, like a fairy in Linfan, with peerless elegance and dazzling eyes.
The red clothes hold the sword, the edge of the sword, the extreme rotation is excited, the red light is extinguished, and the sword edge is reincarnated several times.
…
Luofu Mountain, standing in a lonely pavilion, sitting quietly in black clothes, the sword lying on the stone table, the murderous intention is hidden, today, the sword is about to rise, and Fengdu takes his life.
The long night was cold, the night wind was blowing, the black clothes moved lightly, the indifferent face under the round hat, the eyes did not contain the slightest emotion.
In the void, one after another silhouette appeared, and each cultivation base was extraordinary and powerful, which made people feel heavy oppression.
Ye Feng didn't know what to do, still waiting quietly in the pavilion, not showing any signs of urgency.
At this moment, in the distance, a figure in red walked slowly, the same cold eyes reflecting the colder sword.
"Oh, it's finally about to start"
On the other side of the void, the shopkeeper appeared, looking at the battle ahead, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He sold the news for a good price, hoping that the decisive battle between the two would be worth the price of the ticket and not smash his signboard.
"Did anyone leak the news?"
Emperor Qi walked out, glanced at the powerful atmosphere around him, and frowned slightly. It seemed that the value of this battle was no longer the life and death of a red and tearless man.
"Red has no tears," Ning Chen said calmly before the lonely pavilion.
Ye Feng didn't answer. He pressed the sword on the stone table with his right hand, but saw a sword energy rushing out, the mountain wall not far away collapsed, and a woman in dark red clothes appeared and fell with the gravel.
In the void, Qi Yanxia's figure flashed, she stepped forward instantly, caught Hong Wulei, and quickly turned back, away from the battle.
"No problem"
Qi Yanxia's breath probed, and she said through sound transmission.
Ning Chen nodded, looked at the man in black in the pavilion, and said, "Please"
The cold wind blew, and the dried leaves of camellia floated up, and Ye Feng got up. Before the dried leaves could fall to the ground, they were smashed by the scattered sword intent and dispersed with the wind.
"The price of human life is high. Today, Ye Feng wants you to pay with death."
After the words were finished, the sword's edge appeared on the stone table, and in an instant, the black clothes disappeared, and the sword followed the human form, killing and ruthless.
Zhiming waved his hand and held the sword, the king of hell appeared in the world, and the divine soldiers appeared, and suddenly met the death-defying front.
The battle of the two swords, the most ruthless ultimate move, the black sword, the purple soldier, the constant confrontation, the killing light is agitated, and it is driving people crazy.
The swords merged several times in an instant, one move was faster than the other, and the two fronts under the cold night showed no mercy.
Fengdu is the god of death, his moves are like clouds, his eyes are full of murderous intentions, but his swords are extremely calm, cold and tricky swords, swords hidden in swords, every move is fatal.
On the other hand, looking at the red clothes, the King of Hell slashed, and it was so simple and unpretentious that there was no flaw in it.
The top decision, life and death on the sword, after the confrontation of a hundred moves, Ye Fengdu turned the sword in his hand, and the ultimate move appeared.
"Fengdu leave marks"
The black clothes that flickered and disappeared in an instant, the afterimage of the streamer, the sword's edge shuttled, and the sword light passed by one after another, and the extremely fast sword made it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
Ning Chen was concentrating, he waved the King of Hell in his hand, and took the sword with the sword, motionless like a mountain.
With a stab, the clothes and silk were torn, and the red clothes were dyed red, which was the first injury.
"Oh?"
In the distance, the ups and downs of the phantom, the eyes flashed with strange colors, and the sword was very fast, but this young man who climbed the 30th floor of the Jingfeng Tower should be able to do more than that.
"Sword Style, Residual Red"
The king of hell turned his front, and the head of the sword of remnant red appeared in the world. The sword that disappeared in an instant, the afterimage did not fall, and the blood was red.
It was stabbed, the black clothes were torn, blood dripped, Feng was injured, and the scarlet body was dyed.
Waiting for the battle situation, it is difficult to determine the outcome. The two top swordsmen in the world are facing each other in life and death. The two swords that have been stained with countless blood, their killing karma has broken through the sky, covering the nine heavens and the moon.
"Amazing Two"
Emperor Qi's eyes narrowed, the swords of these two people were very close to Juedian, and they were the only ones on the sword.
Ye Feng is no stranger to him. This is a killing sword honed in killing. However, this young man named Ning Chen is simply too unbelievable. How can such an age and ordinary aptitude possess such terrifying qualities? strength.
Perhaps, there is still a shortcut to the realm of cultivation, but there must be no possibility of any tricks in this sword accomplishment.
"Breakout"
The swords collided, and the two were shaken by the aftermath, dyed red and separated. At this moment, the King of Hell slashed, and the Baizhang Kuanglan galloped out, the space cracked and reached ten miles away.
The terrifying sword shocked the world, Ye Feng's expression condensed, his true essence was full, and he focused on the sword. Suddenly, the black aura was endlessly surging, and the mad sand filled the air.
"Swordsmanship, Luo Sheng Guidu"
Luo Sheng opened the door, hundreds of ghosts saved their lives, black aura surged out, sword intent turned into a ghost, and slammed into the sword of breaking the sky.
There was a sudden shock, endless waves roaring and roaring, and the terrifying aftermath instantly destroyed the entire Luofu Peak, the mountain collapsed and the boulders flew.
The two retreated for a few steps, stretched out their hands to wipe off the blood red from the corners of their mouths, suppressed the injury, the aura around their bodies sublimated to the extreme, the sword pressure dispersed, and the ultimate sword would appear in the world.
"Young man, you made me very happy, but the door to Fengdu is about to open."
Ye Fengdu released his sword's hand, and the black blade turned sharply. He pointed his hands together and slid across the blade. In an instant, a black lightning flashed, and a huge Fengdu Gate opened on the sword. Change. "Swordsmanship, Fengdu retains the soul"