Qingxuan's expression was ferocious. When he saw the bronze man of Twelve Towns before, he knew that the situation was not good.
But he never expected that Wei Xu would temporarily put aside Li Bie Xue and attack the two of them first.
And as soon as he takes action, he has the thirteenth level of supreme magical power swordsmanship!
Taihuang next to him is just a differentiated body, and his strength is only 60% of the original body.
Then he was suppressed by the bronze men of the Twelve Towns, and was caught off guard, and was killed by Wei Xu with a sword!
"Infinite beginning and end, supreme swordsmanship——"
Qingxuan's eyes were full of doubts for a moment. He knew that what Wei Xu was practicing was the "mirror" magic spell.
The 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon Technique' itself is only at the eleventh level and can barely be compared with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
However, it can mirror any magical power or skill. Therefore, when it is strong, it becomes strong, and when it is weak, it becomes weak.
But where did this copied Supreme Sword Art come from?
It contains the immeasurable Dharma of the End and the Beginning, so only Zong Shou can perform it.
However, as far as he knew, before Zong Shou entered the holy level, he could not hope to reach the thirteenth level of supreme realm with such magical power.
Without having time to think carefully, Qingxuan instinctively wanted to escape and escape far away from this place shrouded in chaos and magic.
However, as soon as this thought came up, he felt the endless power of magnetic energy suddenly enveloped him.
He weighs a million times, like a hundred Mount Sumeru, pressing down on his body. The huge tearing force not only requires him to deal with it with all his concentration, so as not to be torn apart, but his body is also controlled remotely, unable to escape at will, and is almost fixed in place.
In place.
"Xu Fu!"
He shouted angrily, with the meaning of warning and violence. Xu Fu laughed and stood there with a calm expression and bowed.
"Fellow Taoist Qingxuan is offended! Xu Fu's life is in the hands of others, how dare he not try his best? If you know this in the future, please don't blame me."
As he spoke, more magnetic power erupted. Layers upon layers filled the void.
And just as the sound fell, Zong Shou's sword also came with the sound. The sword was also divided into black and white, which was incredible!
Qingxuan raised his white eyebrows slightly when he saw this, but his heart exploded and he finally understood.
"Thirteenth-level supreme sword art! What Li Bie Xue wants to obtain is a weapon on your body that can enhance your magic and hold on to the law!"
Is this because you don’t want the two of them to know about it?
No wonder Wei Xu would let Li Bie Xue go first and kill Tai Huang first.
When Zong Shou heard this, his expression was cold and unmoved.
"Too late!"
The black and white sword light was still sharp and unpredictable. It went straight and hit the fly whisk that Qingxuan waved. The blade was entangled with the golden thread. At the sight of it, it broke the flexible threads that seemed to be cutting endlessly.
However, being blocked by Qingxuan, it was unable to penetrate Qingxuan's soul and only stabbed Qingxuan on the shoulder.
However, the power of the black and white ending also exploded. Qingxuan's entire arm, as well as the flesh and blood on his left chest, were swallowed up by this sword!
Wei Xu's other sword also followed at this time. This sword was also a thirteenth-level supreme sword technique, but it was executed by the Supreme Saint, but it was several times stronger!
Qingxuan was seriously injured and was being restrained by Xu Fu. The golden whisk made only a slight resistance, but was forcibly chopped into pieces by Wei Xu's sword.
Then the whole body was cut into two parts by the black and white sword!
At this time, Wei Xu laughed loudly again: "Brother Bie Xue, do you want to leave now? I'm afraid it will be difficult to do so. Wei Xu has been looking forward to this day for so many years——"
Another sword shot, soaring into the air. When it reached 7,000 feet, it slammed down with an unusually cold and sharp momentum. The sword was powerful and unspeakably domineering!
Stopping in front of Li Bie Xue who was about to escape from the void, it was still Yuan Yi Shushi! With just one sword, he completely chopped off one of Li Bie Xue's hands!
Although the Mirror Flower, Water and Moon Divine Technique can mirror all phenomena in the world, the same magical power can only be mirror-printed three times at most within a period of time. It is not an infinite copy. After all, the image in the mirror only lasts for an instant.
Indeed, when Wei Xu raised his second sword, the sword body already showed a deathly gray color.
Still the thirteenth level supreme, Styx is dead!
The gray sword light followed a strange and light trajectory across the void.
Li Bie Xue's eyes also showed a look of deathly gray at this moment.
Behind him is Lin Xuanjing, a member of Yuanjing, who is entangled closely. However, he never knows when a fatal blow will be struck.
In front of him was Wei Xu's sword. It was a supreme sword technique that could injure even a newborn baby regardless of rank!
Emperor Taiyi Donghua also used countless golden silk vines to fill the entire void, making him tied up and struggling to move.
In addition, Xu Fu is about to take action. From the beginning to the end, the bronze man of the Twelve Towns has been using his giant gem pupils to lock his energy from a distance.
Twenty-four giant bronze fists and twelve giant bronze swords can all hurt him!
An indescribable despair is spreading quietly in my heart.
I thought I was a hunter, but in the end I was the prey? Everything arranged here will become the Shura cemetery where I am buried——
At this time, Zong Shou had sheathed his sword and walked to the imperial study room with Jin Buhui's soul.
At this time, no one could stop him. Almost all the saint-level sages in the Fenghua Palace were trapped by Emperor Taiyi Donghua's ivy, and then strangled silently!
No one can escape from the common people sword formation, and no one can escape from the outer blockade of the Tian Jue Di Fu Ling Sword Formation.
It was impossible for these people to do it when they still had the strength of the Holy Realm, let alone after they were suppressed by the bronze men of the Twelve Towns?
Without using any hands, just using the pressure of thoughts, the still intact imperial study room collapsed and turned into pieces of dust, which were swept into the air by the strong wind that rose out of thin air.
Yin Yu was still sitting on the throne. Although his face was as gray as death, his body was still upright, with a bit of stubbornness. He looked at Zong Shou coldly, seemingly not falling behind, and maintaining the last
dignity. However, those hands had used up all their strength to grasp the armrests of the imperial seat. They were also pale in color and lifeless.
"I have always kept my word, and I will never break my promise if I want to take your life, Yin Yu!"
Zong Shou didn't care about Yin Yu's gaze. He glanced at Yin Yu and Zuo Xin, the monarch and his minister, with a calm expression.
"I wonder how the world will evaluate today's events thousands of years from now?"
The person asking the question was not the two people in front of him, but the close friend beside him.
Jin Buhui touched his nose subconsciously, but then he realized that he was still a soul. So he stopped this habitual action and smiled shyly: "Ah, ah, I accidentally became Zhongliang."
Lieutenant, I want to drag you down and leave your name in history. I never thought that I, Jin Buhui, would be here today, and I would probably have a posthumous title in the future. Wen Zheng, Wen Zhen, etc. I don’t dare to think about it. Wen Zhong, Wen Lie are always inevitable.
"
He glanced at Yin Yu with complicated eyes. There was hatred, anger, regret and pity, and he also hated him for not fighting. In the end, everything faded away.
"I don't know either! Confucianism can no longer hold the pen of the Spring and Autumn Period. In the future, when Zong Shou rules the Yun Realm, those ministers you have done will definitely sing praises for today. In short, your Majesty is a sage and benevolent person who cares about the world and cannot bear it. The common people suffered. So he took the risk as a king, stormed into the imperial capital alone, and beheaded this faint king. This Yin Yu colluded with the devil and treated the lives of 18 million people in the imperial capital as nothing. It was naturally a crime. He deserves to die."
He then laughed and said: "Since I'm here, I must be a loyal and honest minister who was mistakenly killed by the old and fatuous Emperor Yuan Chen. He will also be written down in the history books. Otherwise, how can I reflect on Yin Yu's lack of virtue? Zong Shou, you are still alive in this world. The benevolence and wisdom of the saintly emperor? Then we can conclude that although Emperor Yuanchen was brave and intelligent in his youth and good at using power, he created an era of great merchants' resurgence. But it is a pity that he is old and ignorant, misunderstood and treacherous, and he is the king who destroyed the great merchants."
Yin Yu's expression was even darker. His facial muscles twitched, and he could no longer support himself. He lost all his strength and collapsed on the golden imperial chair.
He does not seek immortality, what he cares about most is his reputation after death. However, at this moment, his whole life's reputation is in vain.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jin Buhui saw Zuo Xin again. This man had some integrity. He was standing there, but he was already dead. He had lost his vitality and destroyed all the chakras in his body.
For this Zuo Xin, Jin Buhui no longer cared about it and didn't take it to heart. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh secretly. If he had known it would happen, why bother doing this?
"It seems that I have spoken too well of you and me."
Zong Shou rubbed his forehead with his fingers and looked strange: "It seems too shameless. Will future generations really write like this?"
"It will only be more excessive!"
Jin Buhui sneered, with a hint of ridicule: "You common disciples will naturally praise you to the best of your ability. Only in this way can the world know the mistakes of Confucianism and prove your own orthodoxy. Most of your ministers in the future will also try their best to beautify it. Once Tathagata comes, Daqian unified the Yun Realm, which is just and justified, and is protected by heaven and earth. As for Confucianism——"
After humming a few times, Jin Buhui stopped making any sound. After all, he came from a Confucian family and it was hard to say anything bad.
However, he knew that Zong Shou was already a sage king and wise master that could not be denied in the entire Confucian sect.
If you continue to slander, it will only shake the entire foundation of Confucianism again.
If those great Confucian scholars were a little smart, they would quote scriptures and find out the suitable and inappropriate scriptures and teachings and apply them to Zong Shou.
The sage king who surpassed the three ancient emperors ruled the world together with the scholar-bureaucrats. He did not offend others with his words. The king was under the law——
If we put aside all kinds of weird words, such as those about destroying Confucianism, abolishing scientific examinations, electing officials by the people, etc. Zong Shou is actually the most ideal kind of sage king for some people in the Confucian sect.
After pondering for a moment, Jin Buhui finally concluded: "In short, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!"
"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit? What a saying: The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit——"
Yin Yu's expression struggled, and finally he sighed feebly,
"Your Majesty is kind and kind. Before his death, Yu Yin asked for nothing else. He only asked that the twenty-seven imperial mausoleums of my Yin family would be safe and sound in the future, and that they would not be robbed or attacked."
"Can!"
Zong Shou cut off Yin Yu's head with a sword. When Yin Yu was still conscious, he said coldly: "However, I also have a promise. I will make your Yin family bloodline the unparalleled legacy of this domain!" (To be continued) .Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)