Ask Sword

The flames soared into the sky, raging flames spread in the Turkic royal court, and billowing smoke rose from the collapsed ruins, covering the sky.

Lian Xuanxiao looked down at the city below indifferently, the people were crying and fleeing, the soldiers were busy putting out the fire, and the monks seemed to be crazy, rushing towards the deep pit that looked like they had been hit by a meteorite.

Together with that tent, the Turkic high priest has no bones left.

brush--

Lian Xuanxiao stroked his right arm with his left hand, peeling off a layer of skin and tendons that had turned into ashes. The ring finger of his right palm was involved in the movement, annihilated and dissipated, leaving only two fingers.

It is enough to hold the sword.

He turned around and took a step, and disappeared over the royal court.

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In the northwest of Jing Kingdom, the summer resort of a wealthy family with a thousand years of history.

An old man with white hair and wearing a luxurious sable fur is sitting in the courtyard pavilion with his five or six-year-old great-grandson in his arms. On the stone table in front of him, a teacup has been placed.

Swish——

The breeze lifted a corner of the silk curtain of the gazebo, and Lian Xuanxiao's figure appeared out of thin air.

You came.

The old man of Jing country paused for a while on Lian Xuanxiao's sword-holding palm with only two fingers left, Sit down.

Lian Xuanxiao sat down slowly, and placed the blood-stained long sword horizontally on the table carved from emerald jade.

We've known each other for almost seventy years, right?

The old man in sable fur held up the teacup and said sincerely, It's okay if you don't do it.

.

The old man in front of him is Lian Xuanxiao's good friend for many years. When they were young, they traveled together in the rivers and lakes, slaying demons and demons. He should be his last friend among his peers.

After a moment of silence, Lian Xuanxiao said, You are a high-ranking Zhuxiao.

I'm not the only high-ranking Zhuxiao. Moreover, we are the same age, and I am as old as you.

The old man coughed lightly, put his ignorant great-grandson on a chair beside him, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the snot from the latter's face.

Lian Xuanxiao was unmoved, You are most likely to break through.

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The old man paused, raised his palm bitterly, and said in a deep voice: I can swear on the life of the whole family, even if I, Zhao, break through the Linyuan Realm, it will never be detrimental to the Yu Kingdom. If there is any violation, Haotian will be responsible. God's punishment will be sent down, and my whole family will be bombarded with five thunders, and I will never be reborn forever.

His attitude was extremely firm, his voice echoed over the courtyard, and the flock of birds living in the pine forest not far away were startled and flew away together.

it's useless.

Lian Xuanxiao shook his head, raised the teacup, and shook it towards the courtyard wall, where the monks of the Zhao family were hiding, Even if you are willing to follow the oath, your sons, daughters, grandchildren, disciples and juniors, It will also push you to make a move.

You and I both know this.

The old man in brocade clothes said unwillingly: There is no room for maneuver?

Lian Xuanxiao responded with silence.

Lian Xuanxiao, you heartless lunatic!

Finally, the old man in brocade clothes couldn't hold back, stood up abruptly, overturned the jade table, and shouted: I have known you for seventy-three years, when we encountered a secret place in the desert at the site of the Lanhuan Sect, our group was killed After being sleepy for several months, when the mountain was at the end of the river, I gave you the last small bottle of water, and you realized this set of sword intent. Put it to death and then live again.

Back then, I was the one who broke into the secret realm of Lihua Valley to find the antidote, carrying you who was severely poisoned and unable to move.

The old man roared emotionally, telling the past one by one, even the old sesame seeds and rotten millet things like the two fell in love with a girl at the same time, and neither of them made a move because of the friendship, they all turned up.

Lian Xuanxiao was sitting on the chair, listening to his friend's growling and complaining, he suddenly stood up, Enough.

not enough!

The old man in brocade clothes said angrily: We are friends who have saved each other's lives. I don't know how many times we have saved each other's lives. Now you want to take my life because of a possibility, just a possibility. Is it reasonable?

Time, enough.

Lian Xuanxiao held the hilt of the sword with two fingers, saying without sadness or joy.

The old man in brocade clothes froze in place, he instantly understood the meaning of this sentence - Lian Xuanxiao was deeply in the five declines of heaven and man, and his mind would collapse at any time. He wanted to wipe out all threats for the country of Yu before he died, which also meant that, He only reserved a short period of time for each force.

Seventy-three years of friendship is only enough for a cup of tea.

The old man in brocade clothes trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, accepted the reality, raised his hand and raised a breeze, sending his great-grandson to the edge of the fence to reunite with his anxious parents.

.bring it on.

The old man in brocade clothes spread out his palms, blue ice crystals rose from his palms, emitting a chilly air. Just like before, the two teenagers met and exchanged ideas at the border of the Southern Wilderness, and they never knew each other without fighting.

Lian Xuanxiao raised the hilt of his sword and drew out his sword.

Chang'an time, two and a half quarters of the first day of the unitary period, a monk surnamed Zhao who lived in seclusion in the state of Jing died under the sword.

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Underneath Mount Taihao, there is an empty palace.

There is no throne in the hall, only four rows of candlesticks are enshrined on both sides of the hall.

The candles on the candlesticks are either thick or thin, long or short, red or white in color. Below each candle, a group of people's names are engraved. There are many famous names among them. For example, the new Turkic Khan Ashi Dekeluo, Taihao Mountain Trial Priest Bian Yubo and so on.

This is the Commanding Room, where the life lamps of the world's strongest people who are closely related to Taihao Mountain are specially placed. Once the life lamp shakes or even goes out, it means that the owner of the life lamp is in danger of life.

Tread Tread.

A young clerk in a white robe was sweating profusely, holding a register, running between the candlesticks, recording the death message. And folded the note that recorded the message, and put it into the talisman array in the center of the hall. Send messages to the great men of the earth.

In just half an hour just now, the lamps of life that symbolized the power of the world went out one after another. The young clerk was terrified, but he didn't know what happened—he hadn't stepped out of this building for almost ten years. The palace, just like his master, lives in this and dies in this.

call!

Another life lamp went out, and the clerk turned his head to look, his eyes horrified.

He recognized the life lamp.

Mount Taihao, the priest who guards the mountain

call! call! call! call!

The lamps of life were extinguished one after another, and the light that symbolized Taihao Mountain's own people was swallowed by darkness,

At the same time, the palace also shook, supporting Liang Zhu made creaking noises, and the ceiling shook dust.

On the ground, an unprecedented battle is erupting.

The clerk trembled all over, and the speed at which the life lamp went out had already surpassed his writing speed, and the disappearance of all the familiar names made his forehead even more cold sweat.

Boom!

The palace shook violently, a row of lampstands shook and fell over, and the wax that was said to never burn out spilled on the ground.

The extinguishment of the lights meant that the duties were interrupted. After hesitating for a moment, the clerk rushed to the back of the main hall decisively, climbed continuously along the upward corridor, and landed on the surface.

The smoke and dust filled the air, making it difficult to see the scene in front of me clearly. I could only vaguely see that the two figures in the sky were separated at the touch of each other.

The apex of the towering peak, with its extremely flat and smooth cut surface, slowly topples and falls.

The clerk's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized the two figures.

The figure still hanging in the sky is Master Xuegong, and the other figure who crashed into the rock and vomited blood is Haotian Headmaster.

Didn't you always want to force me to take action? Now you have seen it.

Lian Xuanxiao overlooked Haotian Headmaster and the four cardinals, his indifferent voice echoed in the sky, I don't care how strong your belief in Haotian is, no matter how many people you want to be buried with, I only have one request.

Get out of Yu country.