The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Xing Xuan calmly leaned on Ping Ji, sipping tea and watching the show.

"Alas~" Feng Qingluo sighed, laughing bitterly at her stupidity. She hadn't yet noticed the insidiousness of this woman.

She smiled evilly and said to her again: "Zi Ning, I can shoot through your chest with just one arrow. Even your father won't be able to save you by then."

Her voice was cold, but it contained an arrogance that emanated from her bones, making people dare not underestimate her.

And that smile was like a Shura crawling out of hell, looking so bloodthirsty.

Zi Ning's heart trembled, and he took a step back unconsciously, his expression a little panicked.

Having said that, she held the Xuanyuan Bow in her hand, and there was a trace of hesitation in her eyes as she charged up the power. She still couldn't bear it, but she couldn't bear to be pushed and stepped on everywhere. Holding her breath and concentrating, she heard a "bang" sound, and the Xuanyuan Bow was like an arrowhead from the string, shooting at her at the speed of light, and the arrowhead pierced deeply into her shoulder blade.

Zi Ning stepped back, wanting to fight back; Feng Qingluo closed her eyes and listened, recalling what Tu Shansi had said when he taught her archery.

The word "ji" means: don't rush the sharply curved arrows, don't fly the arrows when you stop suddenly, advance slowly with the roundabout arrows, don't turn back when the arrows go straight.

The secret of "eye": don't be afraid of being late when setting up an arrow, don't be afraid of being quick when setting up an arrow, always make the arrow level, use the front and back hands together, and use the left and right hands interchangeably.

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoo!"

Feng Qingluo held his breath and concentrated, and the arrow turned into a beam of light and flew away. The moment the arrow light was about to fly down, the light dispersed into little golden lights.

Before Zi Ning could react, thousands of arrows were shot from all directions at the same time, and the shadows of the arrows continued to enlarge in front of her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of arrows suddenly appeared in the arrow array. Feng Qingluo saw that the arrow array was getting denser and denser, the corners of his mouth turned up, he smiled evilly, and with a wave of his hand, the arrow array began to spin, faster and faster. , while Zi Ning stood motionless, surrounded by golden light.

She had no way to hide, Feng Qingluo's arrows were fast and urgent, she swung her bow to block and knocked away more than a dozen feather arrows;

With his toes on the ground, he flew into the air and barely dodged the second wave of attacks;

But as soon as the third wave of attacks was launched, Xing Xuan saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly flew into the arrow formation, raised his sword and swung it, the sword light seemed to split the world, and knocked down all Feng Qingluo's arrows, holding him Zi Ning.

Zi Ning was still in shock, "Xingxuan God Lord."

"stop!!"

Xingxuan stepped forward again and stood beside Zi Ning. With a wave of his sleeves, he collected all the Xuanyuan arrows and merged them into one arrow.

Xingxuan groaned, but was still injured by the arrow. He spat out a mouthful of blood and held himself up, "Feng Qingluo... is stubborn, playful, cruel, and narrow-minded. He was punished by copying the Prajna Heart Sutra a thousand times. Serve as a warning to others.”

A smile appeared at the corner of Zi Ning's mouth. Such a sneer was as cold as ice and stung Feng Qingluo.

"God." Feng Qingluo's clear eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment.

Xing Xuan gently threw it, and the light on the arrow rushed toward Feng Qingluo like a shooting star.

Feng Qingluo's figure flew past, his long sleeves drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and he caught the arrow.

But the power of Xingxuan was too heavy, Feng Qingluo grabbed the flying arrow and staggered back. When she almost fell, a strong and strong arm wrapped her in his arms.

When he raised his eyes, he saw an extremely handsome face in front of him, and the fragrance of Mosang flowers, as light as jade, lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Tu Xiaosi."

Feng Qingluo spoke softly.

"Well, be careful."

Tu Shansi responded, picked up Feng Qingluo by the waist, tapped his toes on the ground, and spun around to fly to a safe place.

Xingxuan's heart tightened. He just threw it lightly, but he didn't want to almost hurt her. He panicked, left Zi Ning, and walked quickly to Feng Qingluo's side.

Xing Xuan suppressed the panic in his heart, and turned his gaze towards her expressionlessly as always, and said with a cold snort: "I have a sword that can move mountains and seas, pick the stars and embrace the moon, and conquer all the gods and Buddhas in the sky. Can it be stopped?"

He paused, opened his palm, and a blue sword appeared in his hand. He handed it over and continued: "It's still a matter of apprenticeship. If you are willing, I will give you this Tianji Sword."

Feng Qingluo stared at the sword for a long time.

This sword is very similar to the one used by Xingxuan to break the formation in the Demonic Mountain, but upon closer inspection, the sword energy is completely different.

The sword has a simple appearance, blue but very clear, but it shines with dazzling colorful brilliance in the sun. From time to time, streaks of colorful brilliance splash out from the sword, turning into streaks of colorful light in the air, which linger for a long time.

Feng Qingluo glanced at Tianji Sword with disdain, and said arrogantly: "I don't care about it."

When she turned around, she waved her sleeves and restored Lingxuan Pavilion to its original appearance.

Xingxuan's pupils trembled, she didn't care... just like his status as the God of Xingxuan, in her eyes, she still didn't care; others could look beyond the city, but she could reach out to the stars and the moon.

Feng Qingluo turned around coldly and endured the injury on his shoulder and left.

When Xingxuan retracted his hand, it trembled slightly. The movement was very weak, but Tu Shansi still caught it.

"God respects her...how can she be so arrogant and rude."

Hong Yi was furious and shouted angrily in Xing Xuan's ears, wishing he could eat this daring woman alive.

Xingxuan glanced at Hongyi angrily and said in a deep tone, "She is the only one in the world who deserves such arrogance."

"...In addition to being a noble person, he has poor spiritual power and is said to be uneducated and incompetent."

Hong Yi's words drifted along the wind and reached Tu Shansi's ears. He stopped and glanced back at him with contempt.

Xingxuan followed Feng Qingluo's figure and his eyes happened to meet Tu Shansi's. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he closed his eyes lightly with a half-smile, turned to Hongyi and said: "Everyone is laughing at her for her poor spiritual cultivation. , but they forgot that she drew the Xuanyuan Sword when she was a hundred years old, and opened the Xuanyuan Bow when she was three hundred years old. Even if she is a bloodline protector, maybe being able to control these two artifacts shows that she is an extraordinary person."

"That's right! Back then, Emperor Xuanyuan even let Xuanyuan Sword live with her because of her talent, and then she gave the sword to Gongsun Hongming for use. Why was she so strong back then, but now she must be too arrogant and lazy? It’s just like this for cultivation!”

Xingxuan sneered and shook his head, "Did you forget something seven hundred years ago?"

Seven hundred years ago, he and Feng Qingluo were both attacked. If he said there was no connection between them, he would never believe it.

Hong glared and nodded: "Yes, yes, she was in a coma for a hundred years, and then... But God Lord, you weren't the one back then... Do you suspect that this matter is related to that matter?"

"..."

Xingxuan glanced at it, turned around and left coldly.

Seeing Xingxuan leave, Tu Shansi looked back and continued to look at the road.