"what should we do?"
A heavy voice sounded from the turret of Changling, shaking the copper bells hanging on the corner of the eaves of the turret to jingle.
Several turret guards looked at Huang Zhenwei, waiting for Huang Zhenwei's answer.
Although Shenxuan's courtyard is located in one of the most difficult areas of the turret to observe, but the masters above the Seven Realms really fought each other. At this time, Shenxuan walked all the way through the alleys, breaking walls and tiles and fleeing towards the Weihe River. It is as long as a dragon, so how can it escape the sight of many guards on the turret.
These giant-like turrets were arranged in the Changling Mausoleum before, and they were originally used to detect the powerful practitioners in the Changling Mausoleum in the most timely manner, so as to better prevent and kill the enemies of the Great Qin Dynasty.
The previous practitioners, including Bai Shanshui and Zhao Jianlu, were always in awe of Changling and were unwilling to enter the city. The biggest reason was the existence of these turrets that could quickly detect their movements.
As long as they make a move in Changling, they must kill Changling at a very fast speed, otherwise it will be impossible to leave.
Every turret has a powerful magic weapon, and the guards are not weak practitioners. Shen Xuan is an important minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, and when he was assassinated, the defenders of the turret city were originally responsible for protecting him.
What's more, after the death of Mo Shoucheng, when the defenders of the city were handed over to Huang Zhenwei, Huang Zhenwei and Shen Xuan became the new giants of Changling City.
From the point of view of these city defenders who are loyal to Huang Zhenwei, since Shen Xuan and Huang Zhenwei are the new giants cultivated by Zheng Xiu and are the current left and right arms, it is possible for the people from Jiaodong County to assassinate Shen Xuan now. Assassinate Huang Zhenwei.
This is the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.
However, Huang Zhenwei, who was silently looking at the long dragon in the rain, shook his head when he heard such a question, and said, "Don't move."
"Why?" These generals couldn't understand, and it was still the general named leader who asked.
Huang Zhenwei said: "I am different from him. The Holy Majesty will not have any objection if Jiaodong County kills him, but the Holy Majesty will not allow Jiaodong County to kill me."
These guards all thought of what happened in the Lushan League at the same time, and they all understood what Huang Zhenwei meant.
"Is that all?" The leading general was silent for a moment and said, "The Holy Majesty will not need it forever, let alone rely on someone forever."
Huang Zhenwei nodded, "But even if you want to move, there will be a more appropriate time."
In the long water mist dragon, invisible long swords are constantly being formed.
These long swords kept falling on Shen Xuan, who brought out the long water mist dragon, not only splashing a pile of rotten dust, but also splashing scarlet blood.
Zheng Bainiao flew in the wind and rain with his hands behind his back.
He is very satisfied.
Whether in the vision of the practitioner who saw such a scene or in his perception, Shen Xuan at this time was like the head of a dragon, and he was the practitioner standing casually on the back of the dragon.
This long dragon is undoubtedly very powerful, but in the face of his powerless sword intent, the more casual he is at this time, the stronger he appears to be.
The most important thing is that countless practitioners in Changling will see such a battle.
Being powerful as the world knows is far more satisfying and satisfying than feeling powerful.
In a small river on the outskirts of Changling, there was a small boat.
A Taoist man in a blue shirt was sitting peacefully in the awning of the small boat.
The river was rippling gently, and the edge of the boat brushed against the reeds.
He was waiting for the misty and rainy dragon to rush out of Changling and pass by here.
It is still far away, so he still has leisure.
However, suddenly, the expression of this green-clothed Taoist changed suddenly. In his perception, there was an aura projected from the sky like a fire meteorite, and its momentum was more than twice as fast as the misty rain dragon fleeing from Changling City.
Just like striking out a sword, no matter what level of practitioner it is, if it is too fast, there will be no follow-up power, but it means violence and no room for maneuver.
This green-clothed Taoist, who couldn't tell his age at all, didn't hesitate at all, but there was no sword in his hand, but there was a sudden sharp sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed inside his body.
A sword light like suet white jade lit up in his hand, and the small boat he was sitting on turned into countless fragments in an instant, flying out like countless butterflies.
As his sword pointed upwards, there was a bang in the sky, like a giant mountain sliding, all the reeds in the waters of the wild river were broken, and driven by his sword, they flew towards it like thousands of arrows. shoot up.
These reeds have dried up in winter, especially broken at this time, and they are even more lifeless. However, traveling through the air at a speed faster than an arrow, and sharply rubbing against the vitality of the heavens and earth attracted by him, they wiped out the vitality. The vibrancy and greenness that make people palpitate.
The vitality of heaven and earth pouring in like a mountain made these reeds miraculously turn green, as if they were growing rapidly in the soil, forming a green screen in mid-air in an instant.
At the same time, countless blue sword lights also emerged from the suet white jade-like natal sword in his hand, growing endlessly towards the sky like countless vines.
There was a bang.
The practitioner who fell from the sky shattered the green screen, and with a violent shock wave, it intersected with the natal sword in his hand.
The Taoist let out a muffled grunt, and half of his body slammed into the water below. However, he caught the terrible sword after all, and with a single swing, the practitioner who was struck from above was also knocked out.
"Why do you have to share life and death with me!"
Using two rare secret techniques to block the attack of the incoming person, the blood in this Taoist body was churning, his body was numb, but at this moment he forced his voice without asking the person's identity at all. He just yelled: "No matter what relationship you have with Shen Xuan, you should understand that I am definitely not the only practitioner who is blocking him here today! You have already burned most of the true energy in your body, even if you can kill me! , can you walk away again?"
"Chunyi is strong, you are He Chunyi, the enshrined guardian of Changling in the Lihou Mansion."
Wu Huan's figure was firmly fixed in the flying blue debris. His clothes had been torn to pieces by the powerful heaven and earth vitality, and they were even more tattered than the clothes worn by beggars, but the sword in his hand was exceptionally strong. Dazzling, the whole body is golden to the extreme.
He frowned and looked at the stern-faced Taoist, without concealing his contempt: "In the past, Marquis Li even sent his only son outside the pass in order to please the powerful, but now he has turned to Jiaodong County again. Among the thirteen princes of the Great Qin Dynasty, this is the most spineless one."
The Qingshan Taoist is the enshrined He Chunyi of Lihou Mansion in Changling Town Mansion, the master who grew up with Li Hou in the army, and is also the strongest among the seven realm practitioners who Lihou stayed in Changling to guard the Marquis Mansion .
Hearing the other party's words at this time, the priest of Lihou's Mansion suddenly ignited faint anger, and sneered, "Do you think other Marquis' mansions have backbone? If they have backbone, Changling City will be so quiet. Why should I wait here?"
"It's much better to be a bystander than an accomplice."
Wu Xuan stepped on the water with both feet, and with his sword across his chest, looked at He Chunyi, and said solemnly: "Please."
In Changling, this is an invitation to a duel.
The corner of He Chunyi's mouth twitched slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly drew out his sword.
The white jade long sword in his hand rushed violently like lake water from a broken embankment, but the sword intent released from the white jade long sword was extremely soft, with a unique sense of mellowness.
The vitality of heaven and earth falling from the sky with a rumble fell in the distance, but it rushed to his side from the ground.
Hundreds of cyan sword lights swirled around him, interspersed like growing vines, densely woven.
His sword is to keep his mind.
Although he is a rare strong man among the seven realms, he is just an insignificant pawn today. In his opinion, even if he entangles with the other party here, someone will still stop Shen Xuan.
The opponent came here at the cost of burning most of his true energy, so he definitely couldn't fight for a long time.
No matter from any point of view, it is the best choice for him to use the strongest defensive sword to deal with it.
But the key point is that he must be able to hold the sword.
When he drew his sword, Wu Xuan had already drawn his sword.
When the cyan vine-like sword light weaved into a cocoon and firmly protected him in the middle, he saw two golden lights flying from Wu Xuan's sword, like two huge wings, becoming more and more large in his field of vision. The bigger it was, it instantly occupied all his senses, blocked the sky, and filled all the world outside him.
Two huge golden wings snapped down.
There was a bang.
The water in this wild river ran dry, and then he was pressed down even with the sword light surrounding him, continuously pressed into the ground, and he went deep into the ground without knowing how many feet.
"There is such a magnificent sword intent!"
He Chunyi's complexion changed dramatically, just as this thought appeared in his mind, the sword light outside him could no longer bear the pressure, and instantly burst.
The sword light shattered, and what shattered was his body.
rattling rattling…
His body exploded like a stone and smashed into the surrounding soil.
…
"Honghu Sword?"
Zheng Bainiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became dignified. Like many practitioners in Changling City, he saw the two sword lights that looked like huge golden wings.