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"Sir, can you please help the young lady?"
It was the first time that Liu Cui'e saw a fight between monks.
When she was a child, she had witnessed warriors fighting.
That day, in a teahouse in the town, two gangsters fought each other for a martial arts secret book.
They fought with fists and feet with fierce moves. One used the "Iron Sand Palm" with a whistling palm wind; the other used the "Eagle Claw" with his fingers like steel hooks.
The two men overturned tables and kicked chairs in the teahouse, wood chips flew everywhere, and the diners who were watching dodged one after another.
The battle lasted for half an hour. In the end, both of them separated with bruised faces and breathless, and the teahouse was smashed into a mess.
——The young Liu Cui'e at that time felt that it was the most intense battle in the world, and the skills of the two warriors were as powerful as those of the legendary gods.
But at this moment, when she witnessed the confrontation between the Infant Stage monks with her own eyes, she finally understood the difference between heaven and earth.
Inside the Golden Throne Hall, two figures crossed each other like lightning, and every collision of weapons was accompanied by the sound of metal clashing.
Li Qingran held a three-foot-long green sword in his hand, with a chilling sword energy lingering on the sword body. Every time the sword was slashed out, it brought with it a sharp whistle that could tear through space. In the other hand, he wielded a blood-red curved sword, the light of which was like a blood moon, and wherever the sword energy passed, even the hard white marble floor tiles were ripped into deep grooves.
How can this be called a fight between humans? It's simply a battle between gods and demons!
And these were only the scenes she saw occasionally. Most of the time, her eyes could not keep up with the speed of Li Qingran and Ling Xiaodao.
She was shocked at the strength of the monks, and was worried whether Li Qingran would be in danger.
After all, Ling Xiao Dao looks just like an old man, and old men are generally stronger than young people, right?
At least among warriors, the old ones are stronger than the young ones - her concept has not yet changed.
"Don't do anything. This is Qingran's own business." Chen Huaian said calmly: "Her enemy should be killed by her own hands."
"Will the young lady be in danger..."
"Dangerous? Ha." Chen Huaian sneered: "A loser who relies on physical cultivation to reach the infant stage is enough to make Li Qingran feel dangerous. But I do need to make some preparations."
On the Electronic Girlfriend map, three red dots are approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After the younger ones are beaten, the older ones come. This is basically commonplace in the Cang Yun Realm.
놛 flicked his fingers lightly, and with a "bo" sound, ripples appeared between the tips of his fingers, vibrating the air. The ripples spread like ripples throughout the entire Golden Palace in an instant.
The ripples disappeared in an instant, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.
But in fact, the space where Li Qingran and Ling Xiaodao were fighting had been completely blocked by the magic that was ejected by a finger, like a torn film covering it.
Ling Xiaodao was still thinking about how to escape, not knowing that he could not fly away even if he had wings.
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Since the fight began, Emperor Zhao of Chu had been crawling slowly towards the back hall like a maggot.
"Now everyone's attention is on Ling Xiao Dao and that woman. Who will notice me..."
I comforted myself like this.
"As long as we get to the back hall... As long as we get to the back hall, we can notify the imperial guards. Then we can let these soldiers delay time, and I will flee in secret!"
That girl came here for revenge.
Emperor Chu Zhao knew it the moment she mentioned Li Zhennan and Wang Qingyue.
I never thought that the boomerang from ten years ago could still hit me.
Back then, Ke Ke ordered the massacre of the entire family of Li and Wang, and cleared out the entire family. How could there be a daughter left behind?
I have seen General Li Zhennan's daughter before...
While thinking.
Bang——!
Emperor Chu Zhao's head hit heavily on a visible wall.
“What?!” 놛 stumbled back and reached forward in disbelief.
Although I could see everything, there was indeed an invisible barrier there, as hard as iron and as cold as frost.
놛's heart suddenly stopped beating.
It is clearly only one step away from the back hall. All you need to do is walk past this screen and turn this corner!
"Maybe...Maybe..." Emperor Zhao of Chu groped along the transparent wall with trembling hands, from left to right, from top to bottom.
Despair surged like a tide—this restriction had completely blocked the exit of the rear hall!
Just now I was secretly delighted, thinking that there would always be a way out and I could escape during the chaos.
But now...now it's like falling from the clouds into the abyss, the strong sense of gap makes 놛 almost crazy.
"놊! 놊!" 놛 began to pound the visible barrier with his fists frantically, "Let me out! Let me out!"
The fist was covered in blood, but the restriction did not cause even a ripple.
Emperor Chu Zhao collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of despair.
놛 finally understood - from the very beginning, these two mysterious monks had no intention of letting 놛 leave here alive.
The secret escape was not discovered, and the whole thing was under the control of the other party.
Emperor Zhao of Chu suddenly remembered a thrush that his ministers had given him at the beginning of the year. The thrush was trapped in two cages. At night, when no one was paying attention, he rushed out of the first cage with a bloody head, but he never thought that there was another layer of cage that was even more densely packed behind him blocking him. What was the difference between him and the thrush at this moment?
In the hands of monks, it is just a plaything.
"It's been ten years... It's been ten years..." Emperor Zhao of Chu muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face, "I thought I had forgotten it long ago, and thought I would know it later..."
Retribution finally came.
Looking back at the two sides of the fierce battle in the Golden Palace, the figure of the girl gradually overlapped with the little girl standing next to the general in her memory.
She was so young back then, holding a small wooden sword in her hand, with bright and stubborn eyes.
And now...now she had the power to kill herself.
Emperor Chu Zhao closed his eyes, his whole body trembling, both because of the cold and because of the despair that had penetrated deep into his bones.
There is no escape.
There is no escape anymore.
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In front of the Golden Palace.
Li Qingran's sword became more and more ferocious, and the tip of the sword emitted a three-inch cold light, like a violent storm, covering Ling Xiao Dao tightly.
Her sword was filled with hatred and anger, and the cold sword energy cut through the air. Several huge pillars in the Golden Throne Hall were broken by the sword light and collapsed with a loud bang.
However, because the restrictions set by Chen Huaian were still in place, the Golden Palace was still propped up and showed no signs of collapse.
“Blood debt must be paid with blood!” Li Qingran gritted his teeth, his figure turned into a residual shadow, and his sword moves became more and more fierce.
The plain sword was no longer a dead object, but an extension of her hatred.
Every stab and every cut was filled with deep murderous intent, aimed directly at Ling Xiaodao's vital points.
Ling Xiaodao The more they fought, the more frightened they became.
The opponent's swordsmanship is profound, and he seems to be able to predict 놛's moves.
He tried to retreat several times and use his magical powers, but was always held tightly by the sword light that was like a leech attached to his bones, and was unable to escape.
"Fuck you, let's fight!"
The master is already on the way. Since we can escape, we can just buy time.
Ling Xiaodao roared, holding his right hand to block horizontally, and secretly slapped the storage bag on his waist with his left hand, and saw a black flag fluttering in the wind.
In an instant, a chilly wind blew and countless green-faced, fierce-looking ghosts screamed and rushed out, attacking Li Qingran.
It turns out there is an evil cultivator!
Li Qingran's face was as gloomy as water, the long sword in his hand hummed, and the sword light suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of condensed silver threads that were as solid as substance, weaving into a sword net full of murderous intent.
Wherever the silver thread passed, the evil spirits that rushed towards them were like snow encountering a raging fire and were instantly annihilated without even being able to utter a wail.
"That's possible! What kind of swordsmanship is this!"
Ling Xiao Dao has many dead souls.
This Yinhun Banner is a life-saving magic weapon bestowed by my master.
The ghost inside can only be used once and will directly attack the monk's soul.
Not to mention the infant, even if he turned into a god, it would be a headache.
But that sword intent can actually tear even the soul apart? !
"Death, no need to know." Li Qingran's voice was as cold as ice.
Before she finished speaking, she tapped the ground with her left foot, and her figure split the sky like a white rainbow, and the sword and the sword came together and shot towards her!
bass--!
The sword flashed and disappeared, Ling Xiaodao only felt a chill on his left shoulder, and his entire arm had been cut off at the root and raised high.
Amid the blood splatter, it seemed as if I could hear the death knell ringing in my ears!
"stop!"
At this critical moment, an angry shout suddenly rang out in the hall.
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