Just as everyone was relieved, Murong Jiyang felt nervous and suddenly felt like he was facing a great enemy.

Others may not know it, but he knew very well that the first nine moves were Leng Qing who intended to let him go, but the tenth move was definitely real.

He held the long sword in his hand tightly, focused on it, and after he missed the remaining sword energy of the ninth move, he looked up at Leng Qing, and did not dare to breathe it out.

After Leng Qing finished the ninth move, her thin lips suddenly raised, and a strange smile appeared on her handsome face. With a long arm, a thick layer of thick condensed on the ground wherever the sword wind went.

Thick ice.

Hanying Sword Technique! This time, come true!

The sword energy has changed from invisible to tangible, and it seems that its skill has declined, but anyone who understands it knows that such sword energy is dozens of times stronger than the sword energy of the Shadowless Sword.

The lonely and slender figure stepped in the air, and the slender index finger was lightly raised, which was his habit when he was serious about taking action.

Facing the strong wind rising from the ground, dancing black hair and plain white and clean clothes, he was wrapped in a heartbreaking and outrageous atmosphere.

The more beautiful a person is, the more vicious the moves are.

Like a femme fatale.

The cold light was everywhere, covering the sky and the earth. Before the sword energy arrived, Murong Jiyang's heart veins were already in chaos.

A blocked chest, he opened his mouth, and a trace of scarlet slid down the corner of his lips.

Seeing this, no one dared to question Lan Jun's sword again.

He is here to be true. If the new emperor cannot resist this sword, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured. In the future, will he still have the ability to serve their king? Who knows?

Ye Shura, what a cruel heart!

Murong Jiyang endured the blood and energy that kept surging in his heart, condensed his internal force with his long arms, and the sword light came forward. He wanted to block it with his internal force, but he did not expect that the cold aura would gather and become stronger and stronger, and he would be closer and closer.

With his internal strength, he could not resist it at all.

The sword energy forced all the blood on his face to a slightest veil. A handsome face as pale as paper suddenly merged with the snow-white cold light around him.

All the guests were panicked and didn't know how to help the new emperor escape this disaster.

Although many people were at the beginning with the mentality of watching a good show, they just wanted to open their eyes and watch them make a fuss, but who knew that Lan Jun was not making a fuss with them at all, but was really hurt.

people.

Nine moves allow the new emperor to easily avoid it, and the tenth move is simply deadly.

"Do you want to notify the king?" One person couldn't help but say anxiously.

"It's too late!" The other person was also extremely anxious.

I am afraid that when the king arrives, the new emperor will be seriously injured.

However, without notifying the king, the other emperors looked like they were ignoring each other, especially the plain white and dark green figures were still standing leisurely, looking at the show.

Everyone's hearts suddenly sank. It's impossible for the emperors to rescue them.

Just as everyone was anxious and helpless, suddenly, Murong Jiyang, who was covered in sword energy, almost unable to breathe, shouted: "Xiaoxiao, don't come here, it's dangerous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold air that had covered the ground all day and disappeared without a trace.

The lonely and slender figure fell on the ground. Looking up, there was no thin figure in the crowd.

Today he specifically instructed Long Ji to take Xiaoxiao to the back mountain to fly kites, and they were not allowed to come back until the church was in the middle of the ceremony.

At this moment, I'm afraid Xiaoxiao is still having a lot of fun with her favorite brother Ji.

His eyebrows were frowned, his palms were clenched, and his knuckles clattered.

The starry eyes flashing with the cold breath turned around and when they looked at Murong Jiyang, they saw Murong Jiyang breathing desperately while bowing to him, "Take aside."

Ten moves passed.

Leng Qing was so angry that she wanted to kill him with one sword.

But I have something to say first, and as long as he can survive ten moves, I will let him go.

Now that the ten moves have passed, if you make any more difficult, you will be untrustworthy.

He snorted coldly, with a "swish" sound, he withdrew his long sword in his hand, and in a blink of an eye he had lost his trace. Behind him, only a cold breath was left.

It was not until Murong Jiyang could no longer feel his coldness that he held his sleeve and wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The stuffiness in his chest was still surging. At this moment, he could only stay in place to adjust his skills, otherwise he would be afraid that he would not be able to deal with the next challenge later.

Lingxiao, Jiangshan, Zong Zheng Chuyang, Chu Han and Leng Qing were all gone, and the only ones left were Yun Fei and Nangong Mingye.

A large part of his and Li'er's good deeds were caused by Yun Fei, so Yun Fei naturally would not really make things difficult for him, but Nangong Mingye was different.

The ghost doctor is indifferent and loving, both righteous and evil, and has a cold face that remains unchanged for thousands of years from beginning to end. It is difficult for others to guess what he will do next from his face.

I heard that the ghost doctor has excellent medical skills in helping the world, and people all know this clearly, but few people will pay attention to the dark and cruel side of him.

Ghost doctors are good at using poison, and the poison they use is a hundred times more powerful than those of the Tang sect.

Murong Jiyang felt a little uneasy.

The guests were also uneasy with him.

The cold and cruelty made them deeply realize that this is by no means a farce. Today's Sunset Palace has become a real battlefield, a bloody battlefield that will be broken into pieces if you are not careful.

Murong Jiyang stood away from Jing for more than half an hour.

No one urged him, everyone was waiting quietly.

It naturally takes time to recuperate by Lan Jun's sword energy. If it were them, I was afraid that I could not even survive a sword. The new emperor survived. Although the last sword was used to crack the left-handed technique,

, the soldiers are never tired of deceitful deception. For an emperor who is waiting by the king, this is an advantage, and no one will look down on him because of this.

Time passed by bit by bit. After half an hour, Murong Jiyang took a deep breath and walked towards the main hall.

All the guests followed him closely with a nervous mood.

The hall is extremely quiet.

A black figure sat on the stone table in the center, casually tinking on the small medicine bottle on the table.

Sure enough, I still need to use the medicine, but I don’t know what it is.

Murong Jiyang came to him and said in a deep voice: "I wonder what advice Mr. Mei has?"

Nangong Mingye raised his beautiful eyebrows and glanced at him slightly, then lowered his eyes to the medicine bottle on the table.

The slender jade fingers gently stroked the flat body, and the movements were casual and leisurely, but it was precisely because of this leisure that he suddenly covered his whole body with a layer of terrifying aura of caution.

The same thing is said, the calmer the weather is now, the stronger the next storm.
Chapter completed!