Tianzun City

Lian Zheng may not necessarily buy Lian Xuan's kindness.

He didn't know what happened, when he accepted the edict, Lian Zheng gave a cold snort without hesitation in front of everyone.Forcibly withdrawing the military power in Qingzhou is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger for Lianzheng.Lian Xuan's original intention was not to anger Lian Zheng, but to make Lian Zheng return as soon as possible.It's just that the shorter the sentence, the more different meanings can be derived.

From Lian Zheng's point of view, Lian Xuan clearly felt threatened by him, and was eager to turn himself into a vase of Tianzun City again.At this time, Lian Zheng remembered Yan Fang's words: That poisonous thorn will eventually be poisoned one day.

As for the poisonous hair, whether it is internal or external, Yan Fang did not explain.

Others may not know what the two people in the Golden Temple said, but they must know that Chu Tianxiang went to Lianxuan's Golden Temple.After learning about this, Ling Qiu rushed over and sat face to face with Lian Zheng and Lin Qing.

Ling Qiu's first sentence. "Lin Qing, where were you yesterday?"

Lin Qing said neither humble nor overbearing. "I went to the morning market yesterday and brought back two small fish for the general." There was a sound of bubbles shattering in the crystal fish tank on the side.

"Oh?" Ling Qiu said aggressively. "You went to the Morning Market with your front foot, and the Jinsha Ghost King went to the Golden Zen Hall with your back foot? You agreed to meet at the morning market? And the Jinsha Ghost King went to the Golden Zen Hall with your front foot, and Lianxuan will forcibly recall the Qingzhou Army with your back foot?"

Lin Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled to herself. "You mean, I betrayed the general?"

"You know it in your own mind." Ling Qiu didn't talk to him too much, and turned to Lian Zheng. "I don't want Lin Qing to hear the conversation afterwards."

"Do you doubt me with empty words?" Lin Qing added a sullen look on his face.

"Get out." Lian Zheng said slowly.The last sentence clearly pierced Lin Qing's heart, causing the latter to feint a few times. "The conversation between Ling Qiu and I shouldn't have you present. I don't doubt you, but you are not Yan Fang after all."

Lin Qing stood at the door in a daze for a long time, his eyes were even bloodshot.Unexpectedly, after so many years, Lian Zheng's words still sound like a slap in the face.He wandered around the barracks like a puppet with broken strings. When he heard about Lian Zheng, he felt like thunder, and he would follow him all his life.He still remembered the time when he put down all his self-esteem and stood in front of Lian Zheng.Before that, he never felt that his clothes were layered and complicated, until the clothes were all piled up under his feet, and he let himself roll without even looking at Zheng. At that time, Lin Qing almost wanted to turn around and touch the wall and die.

At that time, Lin Qing was already a well-known general protecting the city.Not only did the other party not treat his sincerity properly, but it was crushed under his feet, and his flesh and blood were all bloody, and he would never recover.

In love, there are idiots who hate women, not everyone is like Yanyun, who can dress each other up one by one and politely refuse.

Today, Lianzheng has not changed at all.He can still say words that kill people invisible without expression, but he doesn't know it.

This proud and conceited person still doesn't understand anything.

Still don't understand anything!

In the chaos, in a trance, he seemed to knock over the torch, and seemed to hold the torch in his hand, and lit the surrounding military tents all the way.He couldn't see, hear, or feel, but just smelled a strange smell, which was very close to him.He had never smelled such an aura before, with overwhelming despair, like a hand, clutching his throat so hard that his joints shattered.However, the bone was shattered, but the trachea was not damaged at all, and there was sticky rusty blood gushing out between breaths.He wanted to escape, to hide, but there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to go.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!" The barracks was in chaos for a moment, accompanied by exclamations.The flames looked like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, and also like a giant that crushed everything, flapping its flame wings and almost wanting to fly into the sky.

Lian Zheng and Ling Qiu were also startled out of the accounts, the scorched smell that came to them made Lian Zheng cough a few times, Ling Qiu reached out to caress his back and patted him slowly, his face after the disguise was just like Yan Fang back then.

At this moment, a living creature whose whole body was covered in fire and was burnt sprang out flames, and came straight towards Ling Qiu.The despair and hatred in his eyes almost tore Ling Qiu to pieces.Incoherent sentences spewed out of his mouth, like a drowning man trying his best to make a final exclamation. "Yan Fang...I hate you...Yan Fang!" Lian Zheng, who turned and rushed to the side, was stunned for a moment, and then sobbed in his throat. "Your head is mine... it's mine... yours..."

The Qing Shuangjian made a clang, blood would be stained when it was unsheathed, Lian Zheng glanced at the head rolled to the ground in disgust, and put the sword back into the sheath.It turned out that the breath that had never been smelled before was the breath of death, and Lian Zheng's swordsmanship was so fast and precise that Lin Qing could almost hear the sound of blood spurting out.

In the chaos where Lin Qing couldn't think, Lian Zheng looked at the ruins after the fire from a distance, and glanced at the head on the ground that hadn't closed his eyes, and said lightly. "Sure enough, it's not Yan Fang."

Lin Qing's fire was more or less bought time for Lianzheng.It takes time to deal with these things, even Xuanhuang Lianxuan should understand.

Calm was restored in the military tent again.Ling Qiu and Lian Zheng sat face to face, as if nothing had happened just now.Or the death just now was nothing more than an insignificant matter. After all, the fire was contained as soon as it started, and there were not many casualties.The off-book is still in chaos, which is in stark contrast to the inside of the account.

Lin Qing's death is equivalent to confirming the betrayal of Lianzheng.Since the clues of Lin Qing, Jue Ye, Chu Tianxiang, and Lian Xuan have colluded, Lian Xuan must have known

"The matter has come to this point, there is only one battle." Lian Zheng's words resounded loudly, causing Ling Qiu's chest to tremble.

"The general led the Qingzhou soldiers to break through from the outside, and the art saint Yu Yan led some hidden guards to respond, and I will respond to you from the inside."

This plan sounds flawless, Qingzhou soldiers are the majority of Tianzun City's strength, plus the hidden guards led by Ling Qiu, even if Lian Xuan accepts the chain of the Holy Spirit, the odds of winning are already more than half.

It's just that Tianzun City is guarded by three saints, the Warrior Saint, the Sword Saint, and the Assassin Saint. The military power of the three saints is by no means as small as it appears, so it can only be used before the three saints mobilize their private power. Quick fix.

The biggest question is whether Landie, the lord of Tianyu City and the sage of medicine, will help Tianzun City with all his strength.In fact, Lan Die stands in a neutral position, because there is no benefit for her to help any party, so it is better for the snipe and the clam to compete to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

From Lan Die's point of view, he wished that Lian Zheng and Lian Xuan could fight each other.

"Where is the plumage of the art saint?"

"Ambush on the way to Huajianyan."

"Where is Bailiche?"

"Hidden by Lian Xuan's side, obeying orders at any time."

Lian Xuan is not a fool, since he sits on the throne, he can be called Emperor Xuan.Lian Zheng hadn't returned for a long time, and he couldn't possibly be unaware of what he was thinking and planning.However, at this point, Lian Xuan is still anesthetizing himself. He feels that Lian Zheng will not oppose him, nor will he fight against him.

However, at this moment, the treasure of the town hall on the Golden Zen Hall - owned by Yuan Lianzheng - the famous sword Huangquan violently collided in the exquisite and heavy sword box.After a while, it broke through the barrier and walked around the Golden Zen Hall.Lian Xuan was startled, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with all his strength, but in the next second, flames burned and he was forced to let go.

Huang Quan pierced straight through the white jade wall of the Golden Zen Hall with the light of opening up the world, emitted a dazzling red light in the air, and flew straight to Qingzhou with a deafening roar.

Lianzheng's blood melted into Huangquanli, so he obeyed Lianzheng's call.It was only then that Lian Xuan realized that his elder brother had a sword ready to move beside his pillow.And this sword can kill him at any time.

When the guards arrived in a hurry, Lian Xuan sat quietly in a corner of the Golden Zen Hall.His eyes were a little dull, as if he was thinking about something but couldn't think clearly.Bai Liche knelt behind Lian Xuan, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked his back, as he did to Lian Zheng countless times.It's just that Lian Xuan didn't look back at him, Bai Liche lowered his voice and spoke slowly, but couldn't hear any emotion.

"He is your brother after all."

Lian Xuan couldn't listen to anything, his world seemed to collapse in an instant, he just murmured blankly. "Yes, he is my good brother."

When Huang Quanjian flew from the Golden Temple to Qingzhou, it undoubtedly alarmed the three saints.Yanyun caressed the fiery red Zhuxian sword in his hand, waiting for the city lord's order.Yu Shuang, on the other hand, put on the pearl powder of the Western Regions attack in a bored way, without being affected by external factors at all.

No sword heart fights with two swords, including the sword master Yanyun.Holding two swords in hand is something that Jian Xinxiao has been thinking about for a long time but dare not offend. They are afraid that the power of the two swords will not be balanced, and they will tear themselves apart in the collision.

Both Qingshuangjian and Huangquanjian are famous swords, and the power of any one is enough to litter the field with corpses.However, as soon as Huang Quanjian was gone, almost everyone could imagine Lian Zhenggao hanging in the clouds, his silver-white armor gleaming on his body, his wings of authority flapping slowly, and his hands holding the sword soaring upwards.

The Warrior Saint remained silent, raising the fiery red cloak behind him with one hand.Standing on the top of the ladder, he summoned a handsome golden-bearded lion.The golden-bearded lion let out a stern roar in the air, and the warrior saint jumped up and stood facing the wind.He could vaguely see the cloak swinging in the wind and the shiny battle robe on his body. His red hair fluttered in the clouds, cutting the white clouds into pieces.With a wave of Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, he quickly disappeared into the clouds.

Yanyun silently looked towards the direction where Shanghen disappeared, and the golden-bearded lion made a sound, no one would fail to hear it, and it seemed that Shanghen didn't intend to hide anything. ——That is the direction leading to Qingzhou.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for Shang Hen to lose sight of priorities, but his purpose of going to Qingzhou is definitely not to take the head of Lianzheng.At this moment, Yanyun began to doubt himself deeply, whether he really understood the person he respected and loved.

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