The white clothes are enchanting, and the smile is charming.
Mu Pinshan was about to help the scarred man on the ice, but he saw Qingshan looking in the direction of the imperial city, shaking his head.
"Let Jiumei Jianshan use it. I'll help the dean and kill the guy who wants to steal my mother-in-law and give it away. It won't be too late to go back and recuperate."
Mu Pinshan was very worried about Li Taiping's injuries and wanted to stop him, but finally gave up. As long as that guy could still move, he would not watch the dean and others being beaten to death without caring.
Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog, whether your man wants to be a hero or is a coward, Mu Pinshan will fully support him. Of course, perverts are a different matter.
Li Taiping stepped on the Iron Sword and walked around the Qujiang Pond. He saw long swords leaping out of the water and following the Iron Sword.
Flying swords are nothing new to ordinary people these days. However, this is the first time I have seen the overwhelming flying swords flying past the scalp and chasing away a person.
In the small courtyard of Fangjie, a woman rubbed her eyes and exclaimed: "There are so many flying swords. Who is that in front of me? He looks so familiar."
"Okay - it seems to be the eldest son of the Li family."
Hearing her man's words, the woman let out a sigh of relief: "That's okay. The eldest son of the Li family is notoriously incapable of being beaten to death. I'm afraid someone else wouldn't be able to do it."
Dugu Lie's army rushed to the rescue of Dugu's family, but he saw flying swords whizzing by above his head. He couldn't help turning his head and said: "That's the one in front."
Dugu Qingfeng shook his head and said, "It's that guy Li Taiping."
Zhao Si, whose blood had frozen into ice, had just arrived at the secretary's house and came to Fang Street. He quickly raised his head and clasped his hands on his eyes, and exclaimed loudly.
"Da Lang, fly faster, we will catch up soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man in front of him, who was flying a shield, staggered twice and almost lost his footing and fell off the iron sword.
But Zhao Si patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.
"It was such a close call, but fortunately Dalang was sure of his feet."
Saying that, Zhao Si turned his head and smiled at the injured brothers behind him: "Brothers, go home."
The riots in Daxing City have basically subsided, except for those people from the Dugu family who are still desperate for their lives.
King Qi's troops withdrew, and the Twelve Guards led by Dugu Lie and others entered Daxing. In conjunction with Peng Gengche's Jinwu Guards, they tied up all the restless members of the Weishui Gang and threw them into the prison of Jingzhao Mansion.
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The eldest son of the Li family was going straight to the imperial city with his flying sword, but he turned around when passing by Dugu's house. Then he pointed at the exclusive house and saw the flying sword behind him, like a goddess scattering flowers, flying into Dugu's house...
Not long after, those desperate guys from the Dugu family ran away as fast as they could. Even Qin Jiubao, who was fighting with Dugu Qingqing, disappeared. There was just a pool of hot blood on the ground.
Dugu Qingqing raised her head, smiled faintly, and saw the flying sword in the house whizzing after the man in green shirt and disappearing.
In the Imperial City, Chen Qinian held down the sword mountain in one hand and held the purple energy of the Imperial City in one hand to tightly bind the nine true dragons.
"It's useless, this is the Imperial City. As long as I, Chen Qinian, stand in the Imperial City, no one in the world can be my opponent."
The dean's figure was a little stooped. With the support of the pale-faced Qiu Yi Nong, he looked at the man on the stone foundation and smiled.
"Don't you feel guilty when you say this? If you are invincible, why don't you smash the sword mountain and crush the nine dragons to death? Now you are just holding on."
Chen Qinian's clothes fluttered, he turned his head with a smile and said: "Look at those guys in the sky, you should say this to them."
There is a golden handprint on the sword mountain, and above the handprint are four exhausted and scarred figures.
Obviously, everyone present had no energy left.
The dean coughed twice and signaled Qiu Yi Nong to help him sit down.
"Back then, you were so high-spirited and powerful that you turned the tide and helped the building to collapse. At that time, although your cultivation level was only above that of a grandmaster, you were dedicated to serving the country and the people. Therefore, you were the only one in the imperial city at that time. Invincible."
As he spoke, the dean shook his head, pointed to the purple energy above his head and said: "Look at it now, your luck is completely in your hands. You are just trying to control your luck now, or you are stimulating the dying old man's last breath. A trace of vitality is nothing more than a return to the light."
Chen Qinian laughed and said: "Returning to the past, I like this metaphor. I just want to wipe out the last trace of luck in Daqian and build a new Daqian in the wasteland."
"A hundred years from now, there will be no more people with distracting thoughts in the land of Daqian. Living in the human world, all living beings will be mortals. At that time, Daqian will be a pure land, with people's hearts filled with love and kindness..."
The dean shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Human beings are alive, and there is good and evil naturally. The heaven and earth are also alive, and there is yin and yang. You just want to see each other, even if you kill everyone and start over, the result will still be different. It will be as you think."
Chen Qinian laughed and said: "The dean is a great scholar of the time. Qinian believes in what he said. People's hearts are good and evil. Qinian figured it out the year he faked his death. Qinian dares to do this now because he has found a way to solve it once and for all. .and the time has come.”
The dean looked at the confident man suspiciously. Chen Qinian was a versatile man in both civil and military affairs, and was a rare and extremely smart person in the world. Such a person would never talk nonsense and use big words to show off his appearance.
"What kind of method can unite people's hearts without distracting thoughts? I have been studying how to teach and educate people all my life, but I have never thought of it. I would like to ask for advice."
But Chen Qinian smiled mysteriously and said: "If the dean knows the truth, we might as well remove the real dragon and let's sit down and talk slowly."
"I am old, but I don't have the ability to draw nine real dragons. If you don't want to say it, then just don't say it."
Now the two sides are in a stalemate, just maintaining a delicate balance. Whoever dares to withdraw his magical power first will be in big trouble. The dean is not old and stupid, even if what Chen Qinian said is true, he will not dig his own grave.
Chen Qinian said nonchalantly: "Now that the purple energy is used by me, it will be you who will lose if it is used up."
Just as he was talking, Chen Qinian suddenly frowned. At the same time, the dean stood up and said with a smile, "It's really hard to say now."
Turning around in the autumn mood, I saw Li Taiping climbing over the city with flying swords, followed by flying swords one after another, so densely packed that it was impossible to count them.
Obviously, in the battle between Li Taiping and Wuchen, the Li family's Dalang won, and he won a great victory, and he still had the strength to fight.
There is one more new force, and it seems that luck did not choose Chen Qinian this time.
Chen Qinian frowned slightly. He was obviously surprised that someone like Wuchen could lose, and even to a young boy. It wasn't until he saw the swords following Li Taiping that he remembered that there was a mountain of swords coming before him. With.
"Who else is here at Zhujian Mountain? Why don't they show up? It's not the way of the people on the mountain to hide their heads and show their tails."
Li Taiping circled around Chen Qinian with his sword, and laughed at the same time: "The most powerful one in Sword Making Mountain has arrived. Why, are you scared?"
Chen Qinian raised his lips slightly: "So what if the Sword Master himself..."
Li Taiping hurriedly said: "The smile you squeeze out is a bit fake after all."
Language is a process used to achieve a certain goal. For Li Taiping at this moment, what he said was delay and temptation.
Obviously, Chen Qinian did not seem to have a chance of winning, otherwise he could have dismissed Li Taiping who was surrounding him.
Li Taiping guided the flying sword faster and faster, like a spinning dragon flying in the desert with overwhelming yellow sand, or like a dragon sucking water from the rivers and lakes. The difference was that the tornado in front of him was full of white snow mixed with dazzling silver flashes.
The mountain of swords turned into a school of fish and began to move spontaneously under the guidance of Li Taiping. A flying sword in green clothes was seen emerging from the blade vortex, and the speed of the sword increased again.
The blade vortex shrunk one foot at a time, but its power gradually became apparent. The snowflakes caught in the storm were also sharpened as sharp as a knife, and could easily cut people's skin.
In the ruins of Hanyuan Hall, an unfortunate beam was caught in the storm. The moment the mahogany tree, which was difficult to wrap around, came into contact with the storm, it exploded into a cloud of dust and disappeared like paper.
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You can imagine what kind of horror the man in Blade Storm will face.
The balance must eventually be broken. Chen Qinian squinted his eyes slightly, and a layer of golden color slowly appeared on his skin, and the golden color was still slowly extending outward bit by bit.
A giant dragon covered with golden scales gradually took shape. Seeing all this in Hong Lian's eyes, she couldn't help but be surprised.
"Is this, could it be..."
Nie Sanli frowned and said, "What time has it been? Can you please be happy? What is this? What is it?"
"It's very similar to the golden body of Buddhism, but it's the body of a dragon."
Honglian shook her head again and said: "No, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate a Buddhist golden body without a Buddha in your heart."
Nie Sanli stared at Honglian and said, "What if there is a Buddha in your heart?"
Honglian rolled her eyes at Nie Sanli and sneered: "Stop it, you have heard that people surnamed Chen believe in Buddhism, let alone members of the royal family. If Chen Qinian dares to practice Buddhism, he will not be afraid of losing his face to see the Emperor."
Nie Sanli shook his head and said: "If he doesn't practice Buddhism, he will have the shame to face the previous emperors."
Honglian said doubtfully: "He dared to treat Gaozu's words as farts."
Nie Sanli said coldly: "He dares to overthrow and rebuild the Dagang established by Emperor Gaozu. There is nothing else he dares not do."
Honglian shook his head firmly and said: "No, no. If you want to cultivate a Buddhist golden body, you must at least cultivate one magical power. Buddhist magical powers will not be spread to outsiders. Besides, after all, have you seen him use it?
Buddhist magical powers.”
The dean, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly shook his head and sighed: "He has already cultivated magical powers, otherwise there would be no Chen Qinian today."
As if to confirm the dean's words, Chen Qinian suddenly smiled slightly in the storm.
Seeing the smile on Chen Qinian's lips, Hong Lian couldn't help but get furious. Although Hong Lian looked down on what her senior brother had done, she couldn't bear the thought of someone secretly learning Buddhist magical powers, so she couldn't help but roared angrily.
"Son, when did you learn this secretly? Why don't you start practicing it now?"
Chen Qinian didn't even raise his eyelids. Instead, the dean shook his head and sighed...