Stunning beauty

In the dark night, human races and monsters are fighting head-on, and the battle is so tragic.

Because Chang Yu sacrificed his life to protect each other, Li Ziye, who was lucky enough to escape death, forcibly performed the unfinished holy fighting technique, blood stained his robes, and his combat power increased several times in a short period of time.

The sword that shocked the world was so stunning that the powerhouses above the third realm of all forces felt this unusual aura, and looked over one after another.

I saw blood mist constantly spewing out from Li Ziye's body, and the true essence that surpassed the limit of his body surged in the meridians, bringing Li Ziye great strength, but at the same time constantly eating back at him.

"Holy Fighting Technique!"

In the distance, Yan Xiaoyu and Fa Hai stared at the blood-stained young man on the Confucian battlefield.

The big monster approached, and Yan Xiaoyu sent the big monster flying with a palm, and the waves in his heart could not be restrained.

In less than a year, this son of the Li family has grown so much.

Just now, he clearly felt a strong threat from the son of the Li family.

Before, he had only felt this kind of feeling in the Confucian school Bai Wangyu and the fourth prince of the great businessman Mu Bai, who were a very few of the proud sons of heaven.

Now, there is actually another son of the Li family.

On the battlefield of Confucianism, under the shocked eyes of everyone, Li Ziye slashed the big monster with a sword, and blood continued to burst out from his body. Obviously, such a combat power beyond the limit cannot be maintained for too long.

Not far away, Wen Xiuru blocked the two big monsters by himself, even though half of his foot had stepped into the third realm, but after all, he hadn't taken the last half step, facing the two big monsters, the situation was very critical.

However, Wen Xiuru didn't dare to retreat, because if he retreated, the elder brother and Chang Yu in the rear would be in danger.

As a last resort, a gloomy look flashed in Wenxiuru's eyes, his whole body was filled with qi, and he also wanted to use the most holy fighting method.

"Cultivate Confucianism, no."

At this moment, not far away, Li Ziye, who was covered in blood, stepped up, raised his hand to stop the former, and said hoarsely, "You are about to break through the third realm, so you can't use this move, otherwise, you will be killed in a short time." I can no longer attack the third realm, here, leave it to me."

After finishing speaking, Li Ziye's true energy surged out again, mixed with dazzling blood mist, breaking through the limit.

"Flying Immortal Art, three feet of frost and moonlight!"

Chun Jun raised his sharp edge, his sword energy soared into the sky, Li Ziye stepped forward, his body was like a shooting star, the sword moved, and the situation changed.

The edge of the sword cut through the night sky, like a round of frosty moon shining on the world, the extremely powerful sword directly pierced the chest of the big monster.

The gushing black blood was icy cold, and Li Ziye's body was already completely drenched by the blood of the monster and himself, even his hair was covered with blood.

The Flying Immortal Art, which used to defeat immortals retrogradely, has finally shown an astonishing edge today.

Li Ziye, who had used the Supreme Saint Fighting Technique, had already infinitely approached the third realm with his true energy, showing the terrifying destructive power of the Feixian Jue to the world for the first time.

Li Ziye's physical strength was severely overdrawn after beheading two great demon queens in a row, and his body was almost reaching the limit of endurance. He staggered on his feet, and felt an extreme sense of emptiness in his body.

"Human boy, die!"

At this time, a big monster rushed up from behind, its sharp claws pierced through the air, and its monster aura surged, ruthlessly forcing its death.

"Brother Li, be careful!"

Not far away, Wen Xiuru was shocked when he saw this, and it was too late to rush to help.

"Flying Immortal Art."

When the crisis hit, Li Ziye's figure instantly split into two, one left and one right, disillusioned.

"Double swords want to part with the wind!"

The big demon slapped the air with one claw, and when he was shocked, two afterimages rushed to him at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the real.

"what!"

The sharp sword pierced through the body, and a miserable cry sounded from the big monster's mouth. On the left rib, Chun Jun broke through the steel skin and directly penetrated his body.

Before dying, the big demon counterattacked, and slapped Li Ziye's chest directly with his palm. Immediately, his true energy was shaken, and blood spattered.

Li Ziye let out a muffled snort, stepped back a few steps, thrust his sword into the ground, and stopped his retreat.

"Brother Li!"

Wen Xiuru rushed over, stretched out his hand to support the young man who was about to stand still in front of him, and said anxiously, "How are you?"

"It's okay, I'll help you, big brother."

Li Ziye barely stabilized his figure, stretched out his hand to push the former away, said something in a deep voice, looked at the Confucian disciples who were fighting bloody battles with monsters in front of him, suppressed his injuries, and rushed forward again.

In the past, it was these gullible fools who tolerated and took care of him, but today, it was his duty to repay.

On the battlefield, around every big monster, several Confucian disciples joined forces to deal with it. The monster energy collided with the awe-inspiring righteousness, and the blood spattered. The battle was extremely tragic.

There were too many big monsters, and when they appeared it was the most exhausting moment for everyone, so everything looked like a conspiracy.

Among the three forces, the Confucian Sect has the strongest combat power, so five of the Twelve Demon Kings came, and there was a steady stream of big monsters from the third realm. In addition, Chang Yu was injured, causing the strongest disciple Bai Wang Yu was unable to participate in the battle, and the situation of the Confucian disciples became more and more precarious.

Outside the battle situation, there are still big monsters who are constantly breaking through the barriers of the eight soldiers of Mobei, and come to the battlefield of the three forces.

And the three forces have already reached the limit of their tolerance. If the situation of the war cannot be reversed, all the strong men of the younger generation may be buried here.

This time, the young and strong men who came to Mobei are all the future hopes of all forces. Once they are all buried here, it will be a fatal blow to Confucianism, Buddhism, and the Temple of Heaven.

Dashang Palace, Shou'an Hall.

The cold winter in the Central Plains has passed, and spring has arrived.

However, the weather in the capital is still a bit cold.

This year's spring seems to be much colder than previous years, and the brazier in the house can't be removed.

In Shou'an Hall, the crackling sound of burning charcoal fire kept ringing out. The Emperor Shang, dressed in normal clothes, was sitting on the bed, holding sunspots, and quietly watching the chess game in front of him.

On the opposite side, the First Prince Mu Yuan accompanied the Shang Emperor to play chess, and also remained silent.

After a long time, the sunspot in Emperor Shang's hand fell, and he said, "Yuan'er, among so many princes, you are the most like me, but you are the least like me, do you know why?"

"My son doesn't know."

On the opposite side of the chessboard, the eldest prince Mu Yuan shook his head lightly and replied.

"There is more than enough forbearance, but not enough aggressiveness."

Shang Huang watched the chess game, and said indifferently, "It's a good thing to be able to endure, but you must also know how to be aggressive. In this regard, you are not as good as the third child."

"The third younger brother is both civil and military. He has always had the reputation of a virtuous king among the common people. All the officials in the court also praised the third younger brother. My son is indeed not as good as him." Mu Yuan said meaningfully.

It is a taboo for the common people to know the virtuous king but not the king, and no emperor can tolerate it, and their suspicious father is no exception.

"The virtuous king? Good thing."

Sure enough, after hearing what the eldest son said, Emperor Shang smiled indifferently, and said meaningfully, "It means that your third brother is very popular, Yuan'er, you have to learn a lot from your third brother."

"My son knows that he is so weak, and after all, he will not have the ability of the third brother. I am afraid that he will disappoint the expectations of his father." Mu Yuan said softly.

Shang Huang sneered in his heart, did not say anything more about this matter, and changed the subject, "The Southwest Palace sent someone to send a letter of guilt, detailing the murder of Princess Qingqing. Unexpectedly, the woman who got married that day was indeed The change of the monster, speaking of it, you are the most innocent person in this matter, but don't worry, Father will find another suitable marriage for you to make up for it."

"Thank you, Father." Mu Yuan said respectfully.

After the father and son talked for a few words, they fell silent again and played chess quietly.

On the chessboard, there were more and more chess pieces. After the middle game, Emperor Shang moved faster and faster, and he seldom hesitated. In comparison, Mu Yuan had to think for a long time every step, making it very difficult to make a decision.

The situation of the chess game, at the beginning, both sides were just probing each other and laying out the layout. However, after the middle game was over, Heizi quickly changed his strategy, and with a stormy offensive, he almost couldn't breathe.

"My son lost."

Before the end game, Mu Yuan had nowhere to go for the white stone in his hand, so he had to take the initiative to abandon the stone and admit defeat.

"As I said before, your character is more than forbearing, not aggressive enough, life is like chess, the reason is the same."

Emperor Shang put down the sunspots in his hand, and said calmly, "Your chess layout has been hidden for so long, but you have never revealed it. Once someone sees it, you will cut off your back with one hand, and you will not be given a chance to start it. All previous arrangements were in vain.”

"Thank you, Father, for your teaching." Mu Yuan said softly.

"Similarly, the big game of Kyushu is also the same. Not only must there be a layout, but also know how to be ahead of the world. Only in this way can we control the trend of this big game."

Speaking of this, Emperor Shang looked up at the eldest son in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and said, "Guess, who will win this round?"