When the first pure sword light swept from the forest southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum, Shang Xingzhou's right hand hanging by his side moved slightly.
He was about to grab the hilt of his sword.
Wang Po's reaction was not faster, but more direct.
He took hold of the hilt.
At this time, Shang Xingzhou was in the same situation as Wang Po. If he moved, he would have to face Wang Po and those sword lights at the same time.
He was the one who made Wang Po unable to move just now. At this time, it was Wang Po who made him unable to move.
There are more and more sword lights, denser and denser, breaking through the sky from all over the Tianshu Mausoleum.
The sword light that pierced through the sky was diluted by the skylight, but the sword intent became clearer, forming countless faintly visible lines, weaving into a very dense net.
The holy light arrows that fell like a torrential rain crashed into the sword net.
There were harsh cutting and friction sounds, and the crossbow arrows broke one after another.
Compared with the number of crossbow arrows, the number of sword lights produced in the Mausoleum of Books is much less.
But these sword lights are also attached to the holy light, and it is countless times purer and thicker than the holy light on those crossbow bolts.
As the crossbow broke, the milky white light continued to scatter, illuminating the southern foot of Tianshu Mausoleum extremely clearly.
Hundreds of sword lights gradually disappeared and returned to the ground.
The crossbow arrows in the sky were cut into pieces, falling slowly like catkins, blown everywhere by the wind.
The white dress was blown by the wind.
Hundreds of Nanxizhai disciples showed their figures in the woods, beside the stone path, and beside the shallow ditch.
It was as if hundreds of white flowers suddenly bloomed in the mountains of Tianshu Mausoleum.
The disciples of Nanxizhai have always been in the Tianshu Mausoleum.
They did not know how to hide from the surveillance of the imperial court, and they were not even discovered by the priests from the palace.
Of course, in front of Shang Xingzhou, even this green hill couldn't hide their sword intent.
However, Wang Po successfully blocked Shang Xingzhou's sight with his knife way.
Looking at this beautiful and even spectacular scene, Shang Xingzhou thought of a sentence, so he glanced at Wang Po.
Hundreds of years later, the human race has reached the era of wild flowers blooming again.
The beginning of this era was the appearance of Wang Po.
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In the south of Tianshu Mausoleum, the white skirt flutters.
The sword formation was completed, and Shang Xingzhou was trapped in the formation.
All the disciples of Nanxizhai appeared here.
There is no doubt that this is the strongest version of the Nanxizhai Sword Formation in the past thousand years.
The sword array that Zhou Dufu encountered when he entered the Shengnv Peak was nothing more than this.
Shang Xingzhou did not go deep into the sword formation in the divine way, and the formation must have a life gate.
Logically speaking, he should run away as quickly as possible at this time, but he didn't.
Because he knew that since the other party had tried their best to plan the current situation, they would definitely not leave any loopholes.
Xu Yourong appeared on the Shinto, and had a higher position than Shang Xingzhou.
She was wearing a white sacrificial gown, with a calm expression and a pretty face.
This is the only way for Shang Xingzhou to break through the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation.
Just now it was Wang Po who was about to enter the divine way, but Shang Xingzhou stopped him.
At this time, Shang Xingzhou must enter the divine way.
The momentum of offense and defense suddenly reversed.
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Judging from the current situation, Shang Xingzhou was outnumbered.
But he didn't say anything, and Xu Yourong didn't say anything either, because they both knew it well, just like the offensive and defensive trends could be reversed at any time, so was the amount.
This has nothing to do with whether you are right or wrong, it's just a cold and uninteresting number.
Smoke and dust were flying outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, the Orthodox cavalry and the Habayashi army were confronting each other, and two black armor heavy cavalry with terrifying combat power were approaching.
Many masters from the imperial court, military and ministries have already infiltrated the Tianshu Mausoleum.
From time to time, flocks of birds were startled and flew away into the distance with slightly panicked calls.
The place where you can't see the startled birds and hear the movement is actually more dangerous.
The assassin of Tianji Pavilion and the Taoist in Qingyi of Changchun Temple may be in that forest.
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Flying chariots are extremely difficult to manufacture, and are extremely expensive and slow, so they have always been considered flashy things.
In the entire continent, only Kyoto and Xuelao City have them. In the eyes of many people, they are purely for the human race and the demon race to show off their abilities, more like decorations.
Today, King Xiang chose to go to Tianshu Mausoleum by flying chariot.
Certainly not because he was worried that the streets of Kyoto were already clogged with troops, nor was it because he was in a hurry.
He doesn't have a mount like Huoyunqi, but he can fly over by himself.
He chose the flying chariot because the flying chariot was slow.
Sitting in the chariot, he held on to the belly fat squeezed out of his belt with both hands, and kept sighing.
Chariot, time, why can't you go slower
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The lords of the Chen family have never been rich and happy, and they have excellent riding skills. Many lords have already rushed to Tianshu Mausoleum with their families.
They were not surprised to find that King Chen Liu was not present. Looking at the flying chariot in the sky, they couldn't help frowning.
King Zhongshan had arrived long ago, standing by the river a little further away, looking at the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, his eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The old lady of the Muzhe family and the head of the Wu family have also arrived, but they are in the south, and they are standing by the river just like King Zhongshan.
Even though they know a lot of secrets, they still can't see the situation today clearly, and subconsciously want to get further away.
Except for those who participated in the Great Court Examination, all the other southern masters came to Tianshu Mausoleum.
Three thin and tall men stood in front, all dressed in commoner clothes, full of sword intent.
They are from Mount Li, they are the elders of the Sword Hall, and they are best at killing.
Standing in front of the army formation, Divine General Dongxiang looked at the three elders of Lishan Sword Hall with a gloomy expression.
He had cooperated with these three elders of Lishan Sword Hall in the northern snow field, and he knew each other's strength, so he naturally took them seriously.
"After the army arrives, gather all the formation divisions, and be sure to cover up and kill these three people as soon as possible."
Hearing these words, the God General of Xiaoling was silent for a moment, and said, "How many masters will die then?"
General Dongxiang said sharply: "It's worth it, otherwise we will all die under the swords of these three men."
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Shang Xingzhou looked at Xu Yourong quietly, he didn't feel angry about falling into the game, nor was he nervous, nor did he have any negative emotions, instead he found all this quite interesting.
He had worked with her in Baidi City, and he had appreciated her talent, wisdom and determination back then.
From the standpoint of an elder, he even felt that Chen Changsheng was not good enough for her, even though Chen Changsheng was his apprentice.
Today he appreciates her even more.
Those aristocratic families and sect masters outside Tianshu Mausoleum, including Wang Po, are all her pawns, and they are willing to be her pawns. This is a very remarkable thing.
She created momentum to force herself to return to Beijing, and pushed the situation to this point, like a horse riding on ice and snow, the rhythm was extremely clear, and the whole arrangement was very beautiful.
The question is, what is she going to do next
"Decades ago, the first emperor was seriously ill. Tianhai repented and refused to return the throne. Since then, every time I encounter a major event, I have to ask myself a question—and then? Look directly at Dao Xin and ask questions, so that I can get the real answer and know what I am. What do you want? If I had thought about these two words more at the beginning, or I would not have met her in Baicao Garden, and naturally these things would not have happened later. Now it is your turn to think about this question. You want me to go back to Beijing , I'm back, so... then what?"
Shang Xingzhou's voice was very calm, without any emotional ups and downs.
Xu Yourong's voice was also very calm, and said: "If you refuse to agree to my request, then there will be no more."