That was the Sword of Heaven that was in the hands of Shengjing before and was not returned later!
If Sheng Qi's state is at its peak, he can still avoid it at this time! But at this time, the suppression of Mr. Xie's blow that was originally held by Sheng Qiqiang was beyond his control. Sheng Qi couldn't lift a trace of internal strength at this moment, and it was too late to evade only by the agility of his body!
Under the setting sun, this scene almost evoked the hearts of all accompanying shadow guards! Their pupils were wide open, and no one knew why Sheng Qi didn't hide.
But Changfeng knew that Sheng Qi must have resisted that blow just now, which led to the current situation!
At that time, Chang Feng didn't have time to think about it. He was like Mo Ye blocking Yun Ling, like the wind falling behind Sheng Qi!
Sheng Qi felt it, but everything was frozen at this moment!
The sound of the sword piercing the flesh is so loud at this moment!
With a "cha-", the emperor sword plunged into Changfeng's forehead! Nailed to his face! The bone crack is so loud—
The prestige of the Emperor Sword is not false, and it even penetrated Chang Feng's head for nearly three feet, almost penetrating Chang Feng's head!
And the moment Changfeng took to block the sword, it was the internal strength of the whole body. When Sheng Jing issued this sword, he must be seriously injured! But the power of this sword is still so defying!
At that moment, a star in the sky was faintly radiating purple and white light. Only a moment later, it disappeared again. No one noticed its whereabouts, and Sheng Qi didn't know it either. He only knew that the palm of his hand was a little hot at that moment, but that heat was not enough to attract his attention now.
"Changfeng!" Sheng Qi knew that Changfeng had come, and he knew it was broken at that moment! But he didn't have time to stop, when he turned around, all he saw was the back of Chang Feng's head.
Before Chang Feng fell, he stuck the Emperor Sword in his own mind with the last of his strength. He tried his best and didn't let his master suffer any harm!
This is his duty, the duty of this life, he did it!
The shadow guards saw that in front of Chang Feng's forehead, the emperor sword was still emitting a dazzling golden light under the setting sun. Chang Feng's blood gurgled out of his forehead, with a little foam mixed in it.
"Changfeng guard!" The shadow guards all came out, with a roar of grief and pain like a tiger bereaved.
Sheng Qi's blood-stained palm slowly rested on Chang Feng's shoulder: "Chang Feng."
At this moment, Chang Feng has no way to answer. He no longer said, "Subordinates are here!" He will never say that again...
"Chang Feng." Sheng Qi's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were as black as ink.
"Ah—" Shadow Guard's grief and anger screamed into people's hearts. Chang Feng, like Mo Ye, was also a teacher and friend to them. And compared to Mo Ye, Chang Feng's character is more hearty. Not even a bit like a shadow guard, but the person who impressed them the most.
If the shadow guards respect Mo Ye more as their teacher, then they will be Chang Feng's elder brother even more! A very good brother!
Now the brother is dead, and the good brother was killed in front of them. This kind of grief cannot be suppressed! Must vent!
In this way, those Lingshan Taoist priests who came with Mr. Xie instantly became the target of the shadow guards to kill and vent! And the shadow guard in grief and anger, the burst of lethality is far from usual.
As for the murdered Sheng Jing, his eyes were extremely disappointed at the moment. And he was also the first to be subdued by the shadow guards, but the shadow guards did not have a killer tacitly. Because they knew that the prince would even want to cut this person!
At that time, Sheng Qi stretched out his hand to pull out the sword of the emperor, he stretched out his hand to wipe the overflowing blood plasma. He has never liked contaminating things that are not clean, but at this moment he did not wipe off the hands that were stained with Mr. Evil's blood, but he kept covering the wounds of Changfeng. He wanted to seal Chang Feng's wound, and he also wiped Chang Feng's face clean, and he wanted to help Chang Feng close the eyes that were too late.
Chang Feng didn't even have time to say a last word. He could not even pronounce a word, and he died forever.
"Don't worry, this king will never have trouble again." This is Sheng Qi's promise to Changfeng. He knows Changfeng's wish is stupid, but he just hopes that he will be safe.
After Sheng Qi finished speaking, he picked up the Emperor Sword, and he turned and walked towards the restrained Shengjing. The brilliance of the setting sun stretched his cultivating shadow very long. He strode, approaching Shengjing without rush.
Sheng Jing's sword sent out, in fact, all his internal strength has been exhausted. In addition, he himself was seriously injured, but he could not escape. It's just that when that sword was issued, there was only one goal in his heart-to kill Sheng Qi! Kill the man who robbed him of the throne, robbed his woman, and robbed him of everything!
The resentment towards Sheng Qi is the main reason for Sheng Jing not being controlled by Lingshan Secret Art. Otherwise, how could he have escaped Sheng Qi's blow just now, and if the latter killed him directly, Mr. Xie wouldn't have to slap him extra, and pat his heart with blood splashing on Sheng Qi's body.
The magic sword is the property of the Emperor Taizu, in order to avoid the people holding the magic sword from killing his own people. The Dasheng Emperor Taizu set up a secret technique for the Demon Sword. Once the blood of the Sheng clan was splashed on the sword, it would temporarily lose its spirituality.
Moreover, the talisman formation set up by Mr. Qixie also needs the hard work of the Sheng family's direct descendants! This is the greatest value of Sheng Jing being rescued, and now his value has been exhausted. So the people at Lingshan Temple will not save him again!
"I know one of you is still in the hands of Lingshan Temple people! He has been spotted, and it is too late to save!" Sheng Jing didn't want to die, because Sheng Qi was still dead!
But Sheng Qi squatted down, his black eyes staring at Sheng Jing like a block of ink, the emperor sword in his hand raised—
"Wait! I can take you there!" Sheng Jing moved his body back, the blood dripping from his shoulders stained the gravel on the ground.
But Sheng Qi's sword still didn't listen!
"I can—" Sheng Jing still has a lot to say, but Sheng Qi has already inserted the Emperor Sword into his skull in the same position and the same depth!
The same way to die as Changfeng, exactly the same!
Sheng Jing's pupils were wide and wide, and he probably didn't expect Sheng Qihui to start so cleanly.
For a moment, Sheng Jing's mind flashed through a few sporadic pictures. One thing he could never figure out was that since Mr. Evil said he would be the emperor of Dasheng. And the purpose of Mr. Xie is to return him to the throne. But why did things develop into this way? !
Sheng Jing's mind, at the last moment of death, freezes a person's face, this person is Yun Ling. Sheng Jing didn't know when he started, and Yun Ling had become his deepest obsession.
Sheng Jing has thought countless times, he likes that girl so much, but why is she so hard-hearted? He will never figure it out all his life, and no one has the obligation to make him think through...