Zong Zixiao's face was full of madness, he sneered twice, his long legs slowly retreated a few steps, while he drew his sword, he sized Zong Ziheng from head to toe wantonly.
His eldest brother's temperament has changed, and the gentle smile that appeared in his dreams countless times may never be seen again in this life, but the slightly worried eyebrows and eyes that seemed to overflow with emotion at any time made him even more twisted and sadistic. He wanted to see the pain and humiliation he had personally inflicted on this handsome face that he had longed for day and night.
He wanted to strip off this splendid imperial robe, strip off his elder brother's last decency, do what he had always wanted to do for ten years, and vent his dirtiest and most obscene desires.
The greedy eyes that seemed to be staring at the things in the cage made Zongzi Heng feel extremely offended. The decline of the Zong family is true, but although the centipede is not dead, the Zong family is still the leader of the immortal family, and he is still the co-lord of the world, especially in his mind, Zong Zixiao is always his younger brother. Such a contemptuous attitude is clearly humiliating him.
"It's over?" Zong Zixiao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, "How to end it? Do you think you can end it when you die?"
"Zixiao, the yin energy of the Tianji Talisman has eroded your mind and made you so arrogant. Don't forget who taught you your sword skills. Only in terms of swords, can you beat me?"
"It's uncle." Zongzi Xiao smiled evilly, "Of course, you still teach more. I heard that Emperor Konghua has broken through the eighth heaven of Zongxuan sword, twenty years earlier than Emperor Ninghua, it's amazing Wizards."
"I know that you have also broken through the eighth heaven, but you use the method of eating human pills and absorbing Yin Qi to promote your cultivation. If the way is not correct, you will suffer from it."
Zong Zixiao's eyes suddenly cooled down: "I have neither eaten human pills nor inhaled Yin Qi. Do you believe those rumors because you are afraid to admit that my talent is higher than yours?" He wants everyone in the world to be afraid of him, he wants to submit absolutely, but he can't stand this person belittling him.
Zong Ziheng frowned, not knowing whether to believe it or not: "Then Lu Zhaofeng..."
"Don't mention this name!" Zong Zixiao had a ferocious expression on his face, pointing his sharp and cold sword point at Zong Ziheng, with boiling hatred in his chest, "My mother's life was ruined by three people, only you are still alive. "
The hatred in his eyes had already made Zong Ziheng despair, he said in a hoarse voice: "Zi Xiao, let's decide the winner."
Zong Zixiao let out a sharp roar, and the long sword pierced through the air, attacking with a mighty force.
Zong Ziheng's eyes also changed, he was firm and cold, and he raised his sword to block Zong Zixiao's sword which weighed more than a thousand catties.
The two swords collided, and the huge spiritual pressure blasted towards the surrounding fields like a hurricane centered on the two of them. Within a radius of ten feet, sand and rocks flew, only Wu Ya remained motionless.
The four eyes stared at each other across the sword, with bloodshot veins like the veins of destiny, all over the eyeballs, each of them saw the strong belief in the other's eyes, no matter what the belief came from, they both had reasons to win.
Zong Zixiao grinned grimly and said, "Weak and weak, you have regressed, brother."
"We'll talk after defeating me." Zong Ziheng forced him back, turned his defense into an offense, and attacked him.
Zongxuan's swordsmanship focuses on powerful advances and quick control of the enemy, so the two of them were unreserved from the beginning, and their moves were vicious and vicious, and their moves were killer moves.
However, they are too familiar with this set of swordsmanship and each other. How to use the sword and how to resolve it seems to have been presented in their minds before it happened, so the two of them fought for more than a hundred rounds, but they still couldn't touch it. The opponent's flaws.
Outside the gate of Zhengji Hall, in the drizzle, two figures, one white and one black, fought fiercely, and the white sword blades turned into bloodthirsty silver flowers, blooming mercilessly in the gray world.
One is the emperor who is the co-lord of the world, the other is the demon king who subdues Kyushu, the other has the mission of protecting the foundation of the ancestors, and the other is eager to destroy everything. This battle is not only a settlement of old grievances, but also It is a struggle for the dominance of the new order. They tried their best and were unwilling to lose to each other.
"You've become weaker." Zong Zixiao's voice pierced through the clash of weapons, stabbing like a knife, "You could subdue me easily before. Could it be that the throne is too comfortable for you to be lazy?"
Zong Ziheng didn't say a word. Zong Zixiao's cultivation level was higher than his prediction. How did he get here in the past ten years? Zong Ziheng poured spiritual pressure into the body of the sword, and the blue runes appeared, and the sword light flew fiercely towards Zong Zixiao.
The sword he used at this time was the Zongxuan sword inherited by the successive emperors from their ancestors. This is a divine sword tempered with the Shennong Ding, which is infinitely powerful, but when he thinks that he snatched this sword from Zong Minghe, the resistance deep in his heart never disappears. He prefers his Junlan Sword, but he also knows that this sword is the only advantage he has left over Zong Zixiao.
Zong Ziheng's strong spiritual power combined with the power of Zong Xuan's sword made this move overwhelming, and he rushed towards Zong Zixiao almost everywhere.
Zong Zixiao's eyes dimmed, this almost inevitable sword was taken by him abruptly, the powerful spiritual pressure was transmitted from the tiger's mouth all the way to his shoulder, half of his body trembled, and the sleeve of his right arm was torn by the spiritual pressure In strips, the muscles that are firm and lumpy are looming.
A few streaks of blood splattered.
Zong Zixiao temporarily avoided the sharp edge and stepped back. He looked at the injury on his shoulder and mocked, "Why, have you become angry from embarrassment?"
His eyes became more and more excited, as expected of Zong Ziheng, the person he never forgets, and the only opponent in his mind. Very good, it will be more flavorful to step on such a big brother.
"I've taught you since childhood to concentrate." Zong Ziheng launched another fierce attack.
Zong Zixiao's heart trembled.
"concentrate."
In the past, Zong Ziheng did often use these two words to reprimand himself. This moment of trance seemed to return to the carefree youth time again. At that time, the eldest brother was still the eldest brother, and Xiao Jiu was still Xiao Jiu.
This untimely fantasy was shattered by Zong Zixiao himself in an instant, and his eyes showed a fierce look: "You still dare to teach me? Treat yourself as something!" The spiritual pressure was raging all over his body, accompanied by black death energy, a sword light followed by The thunderous force attacked Zong Ziheng.
Zong Ziheng groaned in pain, took a few steps back in embarrassment, covered his burning left arm, and blood rushed out from between his fingers.
The blood light reflected in Zong Zixiao's eyes, making him even more excited: "You can't beat me, so stop fantasizing about being my big brother. You are neither, nor worthy."
Zong Ziheng pinched a hemostatic formula, the flesh and blood injuries are not a serious problem for the time being, but Zong Zixiao's explosive power really made him tremble with fear. He said in a deep voice: "Whether you admit it or not, you have called me big brother for fourteen years."
"And what are you using to repay me?" Zong Zixiao hated him deeply, but smiled even more menacingly, "If you're so eager to get close to me, why don't I show you the way."
Zong Ziheng held the sword in one hand and attacked Zong Zixiao again.
Zong Zixiao poured spiritual pressure into the saber, and the long sword drew a half-moon in the void, which was the rising momentum of the seventh heaven of Zong Xuan's sword.
Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth, poured spiritual power into the sword body like flowing water, and sacrificed the seventh heaven at the same time.
Two huge half-moon sword arcs glowing with white light collided in the air, producing a power more terrifying than the explosion of thunder and flint. There was a loud bang, the white light suddenly appeared, and the bluestone road collapsed. The hundred-year-old tree in the embrace was broken in the middle, the eaves and rubble of the Zhengji Hall fell one after another, and the doors and windows were almost torn off.
Zong Ziheng's chest was hit hard, his body flew upside down a few feet, and his back hit the outer wall of Zhengji Hall. He landed on one knee, leaning his long sword on the ground, and barely stabilized his figure.
His chest hurt unbearably, and a stream of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
The dust is noisy, mixed with the fine rain curtain, and it is gray and muddy.
A tall figure walked up to Zong Ziheng.
Zong Ziheng raised his head and stared at him, enduring the severe pain in his body, and slowly stood up.
Zong Zixiao stared at the blood at the corner of Zong Ziheng's mouth, which made his lips extraordinarily red and his face extraordinarily white, extremely alluring. His breathing became heavy, and the heat flowed down his abdomen uncontrollably. He raised his chin slightly, and said lightly and jokingly, "Do you want to know how to please me?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Zong Ziheng took a deep breath, "You still have a long way to go to defeat me."
"As long as you beg me for mercy." Zong Zixiao's eyes were burning with indescribable fanaticism, "Kneel at my feet and swear to obey me, and you will do whatever I tell you to do. , save your life."
Zong Ziheng said angrily: "You are not ashamed!" He raised his long arm and drew a rough horizontal groove on the ground between the two of them, "You rely on the ancient magic weapon to be domineering, but you forget your weight!"
"I really don't want to die until the Yellow River." Zong Zixiao narrowed his eyes, "What if you lose?"
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath, and made an extremely depressed and angry voice: "Ren, you, place, place!"
Zong Zixiao's blood was throbbing, he licked his lips lightly, pointed his long sword at Zong Ziheng's throat from the air, closed one eye, as if he was aiming: "You really don't want to know, what am I going to do with you? ? Brother."
Zong Ziheng only felt creepy.
"There is one thing I've always wanted to do to you." Zong Zixiao smiled with his lips curled up, his voice was actually a bit sweet, "I've been thinking about it for ten years."
"you… "
"But if I tell you like this, it would be boring. I plan to use it as a meeting gift and give it to my good brother whom I haven't seen in ten years." Zong Zixiao's sword suddenly moved slowly and pointed behind Zong Ziheng, as if he had discovered something Like something new and interesting, he smiled lightly, "That's it."
Zong Ziheng turned his face away, and followed the direction pointed by the sharp blade - the dragon chair.
The throne of power of the Emperor Zong in the Zhengji Hall.
"I will definitely want you, and I will never forget it." Zong Zixiao showed a crazy smile.