Stunning beauty

dark night.

Waves of fire shot up into the sky.

After three battles, both sides finished fighting. In sharp contrast, Li Hongyi first showed the Six Jia Secret Blessings and used a sword to burn the sky, trying to end the battle quickly.

He had three opponents, and he was neither fighting the strongest nor the weakest. Everyone else had finished, but he was still fighting. Apart from anything else, it was definitely embarrassing.

Upon seeing this, the man in green angrily raised his spiritual energy, and endless tremendous power surged out, blocking the move of the young swordsman in front of him head-on.

The two poles collided, and the terrifying residual force spread out. In the battle, the two men retreated several steps together, their bodies covered in blood, and their injuries were exchanged.

In the rolling sand, the red-clothed figure rushed out again, the sword was as fast as a storm, only attacking without defending, and defeating the enemy with all his strength.

The man in green stepped back step by step, resisting the attack of the young swordsman in front of him, while glancing at the positions of several black shadows around him, looking for a chance to escape.

He knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would be defeated sooner or later, and he had to find a chance to leave.

The two men each had their own motives. One wanted to end the fight quickly, while the other wanted to take the opportunity to escape. The battle situation fell into a stalemate again.

At this moment, two figures, one black and one white, appeared without warning behind the man in green. Then, they joined forces and slammed their palms onto the man's back.

"Uh."

With a muffled groan, blood splattered all over the sky. The man in green stumbled and before he could come to his senses, the long sword in front of him pierced into his chest.

The sudden change caused Li Hongyi to stab his opponent with a sword. Instead of thanking him, he subconsciously wanted to curse. However, just as he was about to open his mouth, he swallowed the words after seeing the identity of the person who attacked him.

I can't afford to offend these two, so I'll just forget about it.

"Little Red Clothes, send the person to Li Garden, and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Outside the battlefield, two figures, one black and one white, gave a reminder, then disappeared into the darkness one after another.

"understood."

Li Hongyi responded, subdued the seriously injured man in blue in front of him, and then left with his men.

Under the cover of night, the rest of the people also left one after another. From beginning to end, although they did not get to do anything, they still watched a good show and made some money, so it was not a wasted trip.

At the same time, in the inner courtyard of Li Garden, under the porch, Li Ziye withdrew his gaze from the distance, took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, and waited for the few people to come back with peace of mind.

not bad.

Killed one, captured another alive, and found a magic knife.

What surprised him most was the performance of Little Red Dress, which finally seemed to be true.

"Senior Taishang."

After a brief moment of thought, Li Ziye came back to his senses and asked, "I didn't have time to ask just now, why are there fragments of the Zhuxian Sword in the Demonic Saber March? Didn't the Zhuxian Sword collapse during the battle with the gods? As I recall, the Demon Sect was destroyed before the gods descended on a large scale."

"The Demon Sect was indeed destroyed in the early stages of the Conferred God War."

In the Imperial Palace, in the Royal Ancestral Hall, Tai Shang had heard the former's question and answered truthfully, "However, when Tai Xuan led his men to wipe out the Demon Sect, the March Demon Lord, also known as the White-robed Demon Lord, was not in the Demon Sect. After that battle, the number of gods descending to the human world increased, and Tai Xuan no longer had the energy to look for the whereabouts of the March Demon Lord."

At this point, Tai Shang paused and continued, "Until the late stage of the Conferred God War, the Immortal Execution Sword collapsed and its fragments were scattered across the world. The Three Moon Demon Lord took the opportunity to take one of the fragments away and merged it into the Demonic Sword. On the day the sword was completed, a strange phenomenon fell from the sky and could be seen throughout the Nine Provinces. Tai Xuan immediately rushed over, but unfortunately, he was still a step too late."

"I see."

After hearing the explanation given by old man Tai Shang, Li Ziye said, "This is really a story of forbearance and inspiration. What happened later? Did the Demon Lord of March go to seek revenge on Daomen and Taixuan?"

"He's not crazy. What can he use to seek revenge?"

Tai Shang said calmly, "March Demon Lord is indeed very powerful. After the Demon Sword merged with the fragments of the Immortal Executioner Sword, its power did increase greatly. But, so what? Not all forbearance is useful. The reason he was able to survive until the late stage of the Conferred God War was not because he was so strong, but because he hid well."

“This is really a story of forbearance and frustration.”

Hearing this, Li Ziye couldn't help but sigh. If he had been born in the era of Taoism, all the geniuses would have been eclipsed. The Demon Lord of March would have been the absolute protagonist in any era. However, because he was born in the same era as Taoism, he could only live a miserable life and dared not even seek revenge.

As we said, things will change over time, so don’t look down on the young just because they are poor!

"correct."

Deep inside the palace, Tai Shang reminded, "Remember to collect the fragments of the Zhu Xian Sword. At the beginning, the Zhu Xian Sword broke into four pieces. The main part is in Tai Yuan's hands, one fragment is in Tai Hao's hands, and the whereabouts of the other two pieces are unknown. Now that one piece has been found, as long as the last piece is found, the Zhu Xian Sword may be repaired."

"How do I fix it?"

Li Ziye asked curiously, "Put it in the fire and forge it again?"

"Use the fierce and evil energy." Tai Shang replied.

"alright."

Li Ziye responded, "I'll try my best."

"It's not urgent."

In the royal ancestral hall, Tai Shang said, "It's just a sword. It would be great if it can be repaired, but it doesn't matter if it can't. Previously, your method of repairing the sword with the killing aura of the battlefield was actually quite good. If the killing aura is sufficient, perhaps, even without the last piece of debris, the Immortal Execution Sword can regain its original sharpness."

"Junior understands."

Li Ziye responded nonchalantly, "Let's take it one step at a time. I don't have time to deal with this matter now. We'll talk about it later."

It's just one dollar difference, it depends on your luck.

If he is lucky, he can pick it up even while walking. If he is unlucky, it will be useless even if he digs three feet deep in the ground.

"Young Master, are you leaving?"

On the side, Mu Jin asked after hearing what the young master said.

"Yes."

Li Ziye replied gently, "Business is more important. I'll leave the remaining gods in Jiuzhou to Hongyi and Master Faru to deal with. I just happened to run into them today, so I'll help take care of a few of them. My main task is still in heaven."

The grandson of Dachi Tian has successfully sent down the Moon God. It is conceivable that the large-scale advent of gods is imminent and must be dealt with.

And then there is his plan to borrow light.

Old man Tai Shang can’t hold on any longer, he has to hurry.

"brat."

Deep inside the Great Shang Palace, Tai Shang said seriously, "Be careful when you go to the Kingdom of God. I don't have time. If you can't come back, I will have to go crazy. Before I die, I will turn all living beings into the underworld."

"Senior, don't worry."

In the inner courtyard of Li Garden, Li Ziye responded firmly, "I won't let you go crazy."

As the two were talking, two figures rushed past one after the other in the southeast of the Shang capital, quickly heading towards the capital ahead.

"Sister Hua, are we there yet?" Li Ziye asked, holding the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Note in the inner courtyard, under the porch.

"almost."

In the night, Hua Fengdu quickly passed by, carrying the Zhuxian Sword on his back, and responded, "Young Master, that magic sword is destined to be with me, what do you think?"