Chapter 210 Cut off his arm to gain some face

Taixian Hall almost turned into an independent world, and everything fell into silence.

When using magic, the two sword lights of Bailu peel off the hazy veil, and then spit out the brilliant rays of light.

Pieces of gorgeous light are like huge butterflies, flying and rotating in the sky, then flying and landing gracefully.

To say it is sword light, it is better to say it is a unique landscape.

There is life in it, like the rising sun, and it is like covering the earth with wisps of rays of light. The light shines in the sky, almost covering the Taixian Palace.

Time flies.

Many old and powerful men who were paying attention to this place were shocked to discover that the divine magic and the two white deer swords had not even flown out, but were wrapped with a unique power, suspended on the shoulders of the sword-bearing scholar.

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Emperor Chongtian was standing not far away. The tornado-like vitality in front of him rose out of nowhere. The vitality seemed to be ordinary, but in fact it carried a domineering majesty that was far superior to that of ordinary monks.

"The leader of swordsmanship, extraordinary."

Emperor Chongtian put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes. His eyes fell on the two swords of Shen Shu and White Deer, and there was some emotion in his eyes.

"When I first met you, you were ignorant and only knew how to follow your sister. Now, decades have passed. When I see you again, you have become the master of divine arts, the White Deer, and the leader of human swordsmanship.

Thinking about it, if Tai'a, Nanzhuhou was born, he would definitely fly across the world and land in front of you."

The shadows in Xianyuntan Lake are long, and the dreamy stars have moved several autumns.

Emperor Chongtian thought of his sister who was a Confucian scholar carrying a sword, and the past scenes emerged in his mind. He felt that life was like a spring of grass and trees, coming like wind and rain and going like a mote of dust.

Because of these many thoughts, Emperor Chongtian's eyes became much calmer.

"If you don't want to dissipate like dust, if you want to reduce your regrets, you must move forward, go farther, and climb higher.

If the fate of the world was controlled by me, if I was the one sitting on Mingyu Jingdi's throne, your sister might not die in heaven."

The Confucian scholar carrying the sword said indifferently, "The sky can be mended, the sea can be filled, the Nanshan Mountain can be moved, but the sun and the moon have passed, and cannot be traced back.

Since Lord Dafu has the ambition to become a fairy and is a hero in the human world, he should not rely on the power of the moon wheel.

The moon wheel is a taboo. Once the moon wheel appears and the moon changes color, the world will only add to the catastrophe. If all the mortals in the world die, who will be able to raise their heads and look up when the holy king sits on the throne of immortality?"

Emperor Chongtian seemed unmoved, but waved his hand gently.

In just an instant, the spiritual consciousness disappeared into nothing, and the thunderous eyes shining in the void in the distance also disappeared.

Taixuan Palace originally became dark and depressing due to the arrival of Confucian scholars carrying swords.

At this moment, it’s Qingming again.

But even so, the powerful men in Taixuan Palace still focused on this place and did not dare to relax a bit.

"Sit down and come drink tea with me."

Emperor Chongtian turned around and walked into Taixian Hall, sitting casually in front of a table.

Magic, the two white deer swords were sheathed at some point, and the sword box said to be cast from the remains of the immortals in Lutan returned to the scholar's back.

The scholar in the dark night did not reject Emperor Chongtian this time. He took a few steps forward and sat opposite Emperor Chongtian.

The two are drinking tea.

The scholar in black looked outside the palace.

Emperor Chongtian leaned forward slightly and said to the Confucian scholar with negative sword: "I am Taixuanjing. It's actually quite interesting. There are all kinds of people in it. Some people are looking forward to the moon wheel entering Xuandu. Since then, Dafu has added a taboo.

Some people don't know why, but they want to kill the monks from Qi who came to escort the moon wheel.

The young people who are planning to kill people don't actually have any long-term plans in their hearts. They just want to use the swords in their waists to kill those who are worthy of disgust. In fact... when I was the prince, I was just like them."

"The Holy Lord has changed now?" The Sword-bearing Confucian scholar frowned: "The Holy Lord is sitting in the center of Taixuan Jing. Everything is growing in Taixuan Jing. Thousands of new leaves or dead trees in spring are constantly stretching towards the sky.

You ignored them and just smiled as they turned into thousands of golden lights.

But...the Holy Lord is not afraid that one day, those golden lights will lose control and set this entire forest on fire?"

Emperor Chongtian raised his eyebrows slightly and looked outside the Taixuan Palace: "Those who live in Taixuan Palace, I am the only one who has lost control over you.

However, even if this world is vast, how many swordsmanship leaders can there be?"

The sword-bearing Confucian scholar did not answer, but a glint flashed in his eyes.

Just as Emperor Chongtian said, he is the leader of swordsmanship in the world, so... when he raised his eyes and looked up, he saw the library that looked like spring all year round, and the small pavilion.

I also saw Lu Jing in the small pavilion, holding a seven-foot jade tool, and then the sword light of the four-foot jade tool burst out.

"These two young people are pawns to kill the immortal, but... young people always have many possibilities."

The Confucian scholar with a negative sword thought like this.

Emperor Chongtian was thoughtful.

The originally beautiful weather suddenly started to rain.

Spring rain is often accompanied by fog.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Lu Jing, Luo Shubai, and Nan Heyu were sitting in the small pavilion, as if they were in a foggy tent, with misty mist flowing around them.

And this long-lost spring rain has washed away the dead silence and dust of winter.

The three of them were all attracted by this rare sight, and the small pavilion was silent for a while, but it was not embarrassing.

Lu Jing put one hand on his knees and the other on the wind-calling knife. When he saw it was raining, he suddenly felt worried.

"It's raining and the road is not good. I wonder if Brother Feng Mian brought an umbrella?"

He thought about this and reacted in the blink of an eye, with a slight smile on his lips.

Concern leads to chaos.

For a Yuanshen monk like Nan Fengmian, not to mention an ordinary spring rain, even thunder blowing in the sky or a storm rolling in, cannot stop his path.

"If I had known earlier, I should have given it away."

Lu Jing sighed in his heart.

Immediately, the Yuanshen sitting in the true palace communicated with a spiritual thought in a moment.

That spiritual thought had long been buried by Lu Jing outside Taixuan Jing, buried in the mountains.

The divine fire shimmered on the divine thought, and a hazy and unusual vitality lingered on the divine thought, which seemed quite strange.

"Those powerful men from Qi have not come here yet."

Lu Jing thought like this in his mind and couldn't help but look outside the library.

Compared with Taixuanjing outside, the library is indeed a pure land for preaching and teaching.

"I just don't know how Taixuanjing will react if my brother takes action."

When Lu Jing thought about this, his eyes couldn't help but become serious: "With brother Feng Mian's cultivation, as long as he succeeds in killing people and escapes thousands of miles away from Taixuan Capital, he will be considered safe."

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Lu Jing was worried about Nan Fengmian's safety.

In Hengshan Mansion, under the shining stars that were hidden behind the light and clouds during the day, a spiritual thought fell silently into Hengshan Mansion and turned into a hazy figure.

Behind that figure was a sword with a ghost head on its back, and there was a faint ghostly aura lingering on the sword, as if it was born extraordinary.

This ghost-headed sword is the extremely famous famous sword Shangui, and it is the weapon of Gao Li, the strong man of Zhaoxing in Qi State.

And when this figure appeared, lying on the bed, Gu Chenxiao, who was originally half-dead in red, seemed to be suddenly injected with life.

His pale face was flushed with blood, and the bloodshot eyes that were originally covered in his eyes became more obvious.

"Lord Gao Li!"

Gu Chenxiao's voice was hoarse, and when he spoke these four short words, he seemed to have experienced tremendous pain and suffering.

At this moment, Gu Chenxiao was lying on the bed, still unable to turn his head.

"The prince took the initiative to enter the Xuandu City in exchange for this kind of treatment?"

Gao Li is tall and thin, with a mass of tattoos on his face. From a vague look, he looks like a mountain ghost, quite ferocious and terrifying.

He stood in front of the bed in the form of Star Spirit, looking down at the Prince of Qi, with murderous intent gradually filling his body.

"If the one who takes action is Prince Dafu, or one of your Dafu Dukes, it's no big deal with the Zhu Kingdom. The courtiers of a big country will inevitably be arrogant, and the customs of Qi are different from Dafu, so there is nothing wrong with causing some friction.

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But... Dafu allowed a young man with no official status to humiliate the prince of a friendly country, and it was inevitable that he would lose the support of a great country."

Gao Li's incarnation spoke softly.

Fan Yuan lowered his head, but felt a little helpless in his heart.

Gu Chenxiao was unscrupulous even when he entered Dafu, and I am afraid that he has already caused dissatisfaction among many big people in Dafu.

Because of this, Lu Jing attacked Hengshan Mansion twice, and no one in Taixuan Jing came to stop him.
To be continued...