On the iron rope, Lu Xing lay flat on her back, and Tan Jing used the awe-inspiring Qi to protect her whole body to prevent the coldness of the void from invading.

Tan Jing stood silently, her face full of anxiety, she closed her eyes and communicated with her heart.

"Help him, Ji Tong's cause and effect should not be blamed on him." "Jingwei" flew out of the forest, holding a large red jade stone in his mouth.

There was a mat beside the spring, and a woman in white clothes was kneeling on it. There was a purple-red wooden table in front of her, and the tea utensils were all cinnabar-colored. While she was making tea, she said: "Jing—Tan, Jing, you are a little biased. I like it."

One can, but not in this way..."

"Jingwei" loosened the ruby ​​​​stone in his mouth, and the stone made a gesture of falling into the spring water. Judging by its size and texture, it would definitely cause a big wave.

The woman in white clothes quickly put down the half-taken teacup, reached out with a jade hand, and knocked the red stone away. By coincidence, the red stone hit the teapot, and the cinnabar teapot broke on the spot.

"Well, last time I saw you, you made my veil wet. This time, you ruined a tea set. You know, even the generals guarding Nantianmen are very greedy for this thing...

..." The woman in white clothes raised her beautiful eyes. This time, her face was not covered with a veil. It looked like it was carved by mutton fat, like muddy red dates. The woman smiled brightly, just like the spring breeze.

"You..." "Jingwei" looked at the face of the woman in white clothes and whispered: "It's better to put on your veil. You and I are similar, but I feel uncomfortable."

"Jing'er, since you have spoken, I'll let you do it." The woman in white clothes took out a pair of emerald veil. The emerald chain started from the ear corridor, covering her face below the bridge of the nose. The white veil was empty and carved with emerald, like the person in the book.

She raised her jade hand lightly, the white gauze on the cuffs slipped off, and her middle finger and thumb formed a circle. Her green jade fingers were like a gallery, inside which there were countless scenes of the world. She flicked her middle finger and landed in the air in front of her, and a foggy mirror appeared in the air.

, inside was Lu Xing lying flat on the iron rope. He turned his wrist, his index finger and middle finger joined together, and the sword was about to fall on Lu Xing's forehead.

"Buzz, buzz—" A wisp of literary energy surged out from between Lu Xing's eyebrows, like the sound of an ancient bell, repelling the sword finger of the woman in white clothes.

The woman in white clothes frowned slightly, looked at Lu Xing in the mirror again, and said after a while: "Ji Tong's cause and effect cannot overcome him. Confucianism has always grasped carrots and sticks with both hands. What a virtual image of Wenshan."

…”

"But this virtual image of Wenshan did not recognize its owner, and even tried to occupy the magpie's nest. I don't know who heard this, but it is not kind." "Jingwei" landed on a protruding stone and said.

"Ha," the woman in white clothes covered half of her face, smiling slightly. The white gauze was not completely covered, and half of her jade face could still be seen from scattered angles.

"Aren't you the favorite of Yingtian Academy? Please go back and ask the elders about some trivial matters~"

"As for Lu Xing's safety, well... I asked someone to check his identity after the last time. After all, he is the man you like. You will always know the root cause."

"Boom!" As the pebbles fell into the water, perhaps the pebbles were quite large, they splashed countless water splashes and immediately wet half of the woman's clothes. The "Jingwei" flew to a stop in the air, its wings whirring.

The woman in white clothes faced the "Jingwei"'s glaring eyes, her eyes were as bright as the morning sun, she looked indifferent but she didn't give in at all, "Who knows whether the fairyland will be opened in the future, our marriage thread is tied together, I

How can I not take it seriously?"

"There are three people with the surname Lu in the North, Lu Shuang, who killed heavenly beings with his sword at the age of twenty. The vision caused by breaking through the realm can even be seen in the fairyland; there is also an elder brother who can travel alone in the fairyland at the age of twenty. Now he is

I don’t dare to speak in vain; as for Lu Xing, who you are interested in, the only swordsmanship he has shown is with the help of others. Compared with the first two, isn’t it the difference between an ant and a bright moon?"

"Let me tell you straight, Fairyland will not interfere in the affairs of the human world, and there are three religions in charge, and they don't have the ability. If you want to use me to find the person who plotted against Lu Xing, I will not help you. I do see

Not traveling by land."

The woman in white clothes stood up, as if she had almost said what she needed to say. She waved her hand and cut through the space of the heart lake, and an oval portal appeared in front of her.

"If you were not in a life-and-death crisis, I would not show up again..." The woman in white clothes took a step forward and disappeared into the lake of her heart.

"Jingwei" fell on the soft pebbles in the spring, raised his head and looked at Lu Xing in the mirror, his eyes moving randomly and gradually turning red.

After nine hundred years of holding wood in the sea to fill the sea, the East China Sea no longer has a fairyland.

The clear spring followed the waves, creating ripples, and the reflection of "Jingwei" reflected in the water was also blurred.

…

In the outside world, countless literary energy was pouring out of Lu Xing's body. Tan Jing's eyes were red, and she quickly kept the awe-inspiring energy away from her body. She knew that Lu Xing was fighting with the virtual image of Wenshan in her body, and she wanted to help more, but between her eyebrows

The Qingluan seal flashes, and she is not allowed to use the ability of "the other is like an empty valley, the heaven and the earth are in the same heart".

"Sizzling, sizzling..." It seemed like something was dripping on the cold iron, and wisps of white smoke came out.

"Boom!" The big hole in the void has not yet closed, and dark clouds are gathering above it. Golden rays of light split the black clouds, and a red-robed figure can be seen rising into the sky from a distance.

Wuzhong's sword energy tore open the thunder pool in front of him. The sword in his hand kept blooming, and his body moved quickly in the thunder pool. While avoiding the thunder, he threw out his sword energy and scattered the gathering thunder. It was as dense as drizzle.

The sword light shot up into the sky, and the entire thunder pool was cut into four parts.

"My sword spirit is calm and I will not allow the sky to cut off life and death!" Wu Zhong shouted loudly, breaking through the thunder clouds and rising up to the sky. The three-foot sword passed through the palm of his hand, and the sword light was stained with blood. Wu Zhong wanted to use the blood as an opportunity to cut off with one sword.

Eight hundred years of accumulated causal restraint. Countless awe-inspiring righteousness spread out in all directions with him as the center, and golden light filled the sky, extinguishing the surging thunder and calamity.

Suddenly there was a dull sound in the sky, and a silver-white avenue tore open the sky, and boundless sword energy raged from it. The sword path faced the hole below that was the ruins of Wen Dao.

"Why did Lu Xingxing want to clear the way? Ji Tong and I have already left. There should be no danger for him to clear the way in the Wen Dao ruins." Wuzhong was puzzled and looked at the silver avenue. The next moment, his eyes completely stopped.

From the extreme west of the sky, a snow-colored spear came across thousands of miles. The spear was like a white dragon, and it "bited" the waist of the silver-white avenue. The silver-white avenue was hit hard and broke into two parts on the spot, and suddenly there was a wave in the sky.

The firebird landed on the silver-white broken road and built its nest with the raging Taoist rhyme. Then there was a loud roar, and the broken road ahead shone with golden light.

"How is it possible? In the blink of an eye, eight hundred years later, there is actually a way of shooting in the world? If you use a gun to attack the southern barbarians, you will have more strength but you will not be able to use the way. This is what the empress said personally." Wu Zhongmu showed shock, the world has changed greatly.

The front end of the avenue continued to collapse, and golden light suddenly shone throughout the sky. A small golden sword broke through the foundation of the avenue and came out. It left the sky and fell to the world in just an instant.

"What is this? I seem to have seen it before," Wu Zhong looked at it intently. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the golden sword looked very familiar. He exclaimed: "It's the jade cicada, this is the empress's sword!"

The little golden sword broke through the sky and came to the Nine Heavens. The surrounding heaven and earth weaved a dragnet, and there seemed to be a shadow of a ruler hitting the golden sword, impartially and firmly. The golden sword was at the Nine Heavens.

He spun around and seemed to be knocked out of his direction. The surrounding dragnet quickly shrank, intending to completely catch the golden sword.

Since it is the sword of the empress, I, Wuzhong, will let it go where it wants to go even if I risk my life... Wuzhong settled his thoughts, sat on his right sword, his big red robe fluttering in the wind, and rode the swing up to the nine heavens.

"Why are you blocking its path? This sword has no causal connection with you, so it should be let go!" Wu Zhong stood guard in front of the small golden sword. A corner of the jade stone on the hilt was missing. The sword was thrown by the empress back then.

once,

The surrounding area was deserted, and even the wind and clouds were gone, but Wuzhong knew very well that at least three strong men whose level was not lower than his own were secretly watching. Fortunately, the strong man with the gun just now didn't seem to intervene again.

"There is nothing to say in Wuzhong today. If you die with the sword, you will die! If you push me, I will break the road to open the gate of heaven!" Wuzhong roared, his eyes were firm, and he was determined in his heart: At worst, I will fight to the death and die for the empress.

No regrets.

As soon as I said this, the surroundings seemed to fall into dead silence. If you looked up at the starry sky, you would not be able to see the moon and stars.

In about a quarter of an hour, the heaven and earth net at Jiutian lost its support and collapsed, and the thunderclouds below completely subsided. At the same time, the hole above the Wen Dao ruins lost the support of the avenue and closed at an extremely fast speed.

"Yuchan, where are you going?"

As soon as Wuzhong's voice fell, the jade cicada had disappeared. It was as fast as the aurora, as if the scene where it was spinning around in circles and couldn't find the north was staged. When he turned his eyes, he saw it rushing straight down, with lightning and flint.

In the meantime, just before the cave closed, Yu Chan rushed into the Wen Dao ruins.

…

"Hey, this is -" Tan Jing faintly heard the sound of a sword, and saw a small golden sword shooting towards her from high in the void. She was about to reach out to stop it, but saw the golden sword speed up suddenly. She

Fang mobilized his awe-inspiring energy, and the golden sword had already penetrated into Lu Xing's heart.

Tan Jing pursed her lips, biting her lips until blood flowed. Her chest heaved, her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face. This powerless situation made her unconscious.

In the heart of the lake, strong winds raged and waves filled the sky.

A ray of golden light crossed the heart lake, tearing apart the waves and falling between the two fighting men, and a sword light knocked them both away.

From the gap in the jade of the sword hilt, a wisp of golden smoke floated out, condensing into a beauty wearing light yellow silk and a bright red koi dress on her chest. Her skin was smoky, and the color was like rosy warm jade; the beauty stepped to the ground, and her temples were covered with gold.

Bu Yao, his face as bright as the moonlight, looked back at Lu Xing and smiled, his smile like a hibiscus.

"You are..." Lu Xing held his waist with one hand, and his heart was burning with divine fire. The Dao was being targeted, so he could only use divine fire to defend against the enemy. He originally wanted to use the foundation of swordsmanship to defend the enemy at the cost of abolishing the Dao, but he never thought about the opponent.

The speed of the attack was so fast that he lost contact with the avenue in an instant. However, the beauty in the koi dress in front of him looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The beauty walked slowly in front of Lu Xing. The golden sword behind her was aimed at the man in the pavilion, blocking her attack. She stretched out a hand and pressed it on Lu Xing's heart, slowly turning the divine fire on it.

After turning off the light, he slid his arm down and put it on Lu Xing's hand, saying, "You must be Lu Xing. After all, this is the official meeting."

It was warm and smooth in the hand, and the warmth of Lantian Jade made Lu Xing feel itchy in his heart. This feeling was like a heater in winter, or his mother's hug when he was young.

"My name is Yang Yuhuan. You and I will spend a lot of time together in the future. But my soul is very weak, so I need to rest more." Yang Yuhuan smiled calmly, and the smile was very beautiful, fleeting, like the withering of an epiphyllum.

"Now, why don't you hold this sword tightly, and you and I will slay the demons in our hearts together." Yang Yuhuan's eyes were warm, waiting for Lu Xing's answer.

Lu Xing was stunned. It was not that he had never seen the empress in the palace. When the capital was held as hostage, he had gone to many of His Majesty's family banquets in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. But in this world, there really was no empress who could look so beautiful and fragrant...

…

"Phew," Yang Yuhuan looked at Lu Xing who was speechless and said with a smile, "Didn't you say it's not so beautiful? Why can't you move your eyes away?"

Lu Xing suddenly realized and exhaled: "Looking back and smiling, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace have no color. It is not an exaggeration to say so in the book."

"Okay, I'll go back to the sword. This time the lower realm breaks through the sky. After nine days, I'm a little tired." Yang Yuhuan nodded slightly. Maybe he had heard too many compliments and got used to it.

"By the way," Yang Yuhuan had only taken a few steps away when he suddenly looked back and said, "This little golden sword is called - Yu Chan."
Chapter completed!