Yuan Wu's lips were tightly pursed, as thin as a knife's edge, and in the depths of his eyes, fanatic flames suddenly ignited.
For a moment he felt anger, then pride.
The anger came from Yan Ying's breath that he was familiar with.
Yan Ying, a practitioner of Thousand Tombs Mountain, was originally a freak. He refined the entire Thousand Tombs Mountain into his natal object, and he was dealt a heavy blow in the Lushan League, which made him hard to heal for a while.
Yan Ying left a disciple behind, and now Zheng Xiu's method is obviously also passed down by that disciple.
The methods of Donghu ascetic monk, Zhao Jianlu's natal sword, the secret method of ghosts and ghosts in Qianmu Mountain, and this golden phoenix robe... It seems that all the powerful sects and practitioners in this world have become his enemies. Everyone wants him dead.
Proud but also because of this.
Just like Wang Jingmeng back then, only the most peak cultivator in the world can become the enemy of the world.
"I don't know what you're struggling with, and I don't know what you're unwilling to do. If you were willing to be a good wife, you wouldn't be in such a situation at all." When the flames of arrogance were burning in his eyes , he spoke out.
The moment the first word sounded, a majestic force had subdued.
This force is like an invisible huge city wall, and it is no stranger to the practitioners of Changling.
The old man Mo Shoucheng who used to guard Changling on the turret used such power more than once.
Today this power also comes from afar.
In a corner of the port, surrounded by many palace practitioners, many carriages were parked.
There are many important court officials and "Huang Zhenwei" in it.
As many people expected, from the beginning of the battle, Yuan Wu couldn't make Huang Zhenwei show up.
Even though the story of Huang Zhenwei being controlled by him to become a puppet has long been circulated in the streets and alleys of Changling, when the war is settled, when the Qin army destroys Yan, and the unification of the world is expected, such things will be ignored or even dismissed. forget.
But if Huang Zhenwei, who had become a puppet, appeared under his control at this time in full view, it would be very different.
The strong visual impact will make most people present feel that Yuan Wu is too cruel.
Just because Huang Zhenwei was not allowed to appear, it didn't mean that he couldn't borrow Huang Zhenwei's power.
This majestic force like an invisible city wall originated from that dead carriage.
There was a loud bang.
The icy flame that pierced Yuan Wu's throat slammed into this invisible city wall.
The vitality collided violently and devoured, and there were traces of explosions in the void, like lightning.
Yuan Wu's hand has already been passed out faster than lightning.
A bright yellow sword light was like a meteor, formed in mid-air, breaking through the boundaries of time and space, and with a terrifying roar, it instantly smashed towards the advancing Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu's body trembled violently, she forcibly retracted the sword, and stabbed upwards.
Snapped!
There was another teeth-gritting crash in the air.
A burning smell rushed straight into the nostrils, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
A slight bone crack was masked by such a crash.
Zheng Xiu's hand holding the sword fell down in a strange gesture.
Her right hand was broken by Yuan Wu's sword.
Yuan Wu's voice continued to pass into her ears.
Until now, Yuan Wu's words have not been finished yet.
A broken arm doesn't mean the disappearance of a powerful impact.
Her body fell sharply to the surface of the water.
When her feet landed on the surface of the water, the water surface below was already blasted layer by layer by a powerful force, turning into a crystal mist.
These mist rushed on her body like extremely fine emery, causing countless tiny holes to appear on her skin, and black blood mist burst out from inside.
"What else do you have?"
Yuan Wu retracted his sword, looked at her, and continued.
She is in such a miserable state, even if she borrows the power of the great masters in this world, it is nothing more than that.
In his opinion, this battle should end here.
However, at this moment, his brows suddenly raised, a little puzzled, and a little inexplicable palpitation.
…
Life and death are naturally ignored by Zheng Xiu, but the feeling of pain cannot just disappear.
At this time, Zheng Xiu should be in extreme pain, but the expression in her eyes is still indifferent, and there is no change at all.
She caught the small sword in her right hand with her left hand, and looked up at Yuan Wu.
A terrible sound resounded from her body, like the roar of a river bursting its embankment.
The true energy in her body gushed out without reservation, and poured it into the small sword in her left hand frantically.
Such a frightening speed of infusing true essence made Zhao Jianlu's strongest sword almost reach the limit of its endurance, and the whole sword's embryo began to vibrate uncontrollably from the inside to the outside.
Yuan Wu took a deep breath.
His perception is sharper than all the practitioners present.
He keenly sensed a murderous intent that came earlier than the power of this sword.
In this piece of heaven and earth, there are suddenly many invisible stars.
In his perception, these starlights danced all over the sky like fireflies that suddenly appeared in summer.
This kind of starlight comes from the starry sky beyond this piece of heaven and earth, so naturally it can only be induced by Zheng Xiu's true energy.
This kind of starlight has no cohesion, and it is logically no different from those natural sunlight, and it has no lethality.
However, when this kind of starlight appeared in his perception, among the true energy and qi and blood in his body, a lot of vitality that he couldn't feel at ordinary times suddenly lit up little by little.
There are also countless star lights like this appearing in his body's blood and true essence.
This kind of starlight is not under his control at all, it also dances chaotically in his body, and even flies out of his body.
He was taking a deep breath because of inexplicable palpitations.
At this time, his breathing suddenly stopped unconsciously, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
This kind of miscellaneous qi that is not under his control is naturally generated, and it is no different from an ordinary person who is suddenly poisoned in the body.
"Linglianzi!"
It was only at this moment that he understood where this starlight came from.
When he officially ascended the throne and became Emperor Yuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty, Zheng Xiu used the spiritual veins of Changling to arrange a Lingquan pool, and then began to cultivate Linglian.
Linglian absorbs the spiritual energy of the spirit veins and gathers the essence of the world. It is the most powerful healing relic in the world.
However, it wasn't until this time that the neglected picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
There is a peculiar patio on Lingquan Pool.
The starlight every night is refracted through the well, and countless blurred brilliance falls in the Lingquan pool.
"It turns out that from then on, from the beginning of this spirit lotus... this spirit lotus has already contained the poison you hidden! It turns out that this is the real and most vicious method. You, this spirit lotus seed, were prepared to use it from the very beginning. Come deal with me!"
Yuan Wu laughed, sternly.