However, the strength of Emperor Ling is so strong. The sixth-level saint is one of the strongest among all the saints present.
He wants to kill someone, who can stop him?
What's more, the person he wants to kill is a descendant of the Imperial Realm. This is as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
At this moment, Qin Xuan felt that his body was penetrated by the terrifying imperial pressure. The true energy in his body was suppressed and could not flow at all. The starry sky was rotating rapidly, and the starlight spread all over his body. However, it was useless.
.
In the face of absolute suppression by strength, any resistance becomes feeble.
Qin Xuan couldn't help but show a hint of despair in his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is he going to die here today?
It seems that dying in the hands of a strong sixth-level saint is enough to be proud of.
The extremely terrifying emperor's palm print fell down, the killing intent was extremely powerful, as if it wanted to suppress everything below.
But at this moment, a figure disappeared from Qin Xuan's side, and the next moment, it appeared below the palm print.
That figure was none other than Ximen Guyan. He was surrounded by the powerful pressure of the holy way. He grabbed his hand forward and a simple purple sandalwood long harp appeared in his hand. It was the Hanyan harp.
The word "Han Yan" was taken from Zhuge's poetry.
At this moment, Ximen Guyan raised his head and looked at the imperial palm print that was constantly enlarging in his pupils. There was no fear in his eyes. There was only relaxation and relief in his eyes. There was even a faint smile on his face, as if
It is time to fulfill a wish that has not been achieved for many years.
Seeing Ximen Guyan's actions, everyone in the Nine Regions couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. What is Ximen Guyan going to do?
"Father!" Ximen Bingyue's delicate body trembled suddenly, her face was as pale as paper, and tears burst into her eyes. How could she not know what Ximen Guyan wanted to do.
Give your own life in exchange for Qin Xuan's survival.
"Father-in-law!" Xuanyuan Potian also shouted, his eyes were extremely red, and his breath was almost uncontrollable. The scene in front of him had a huge impact on him.
The emperor's sage wanted to kill Qin Xuan, but his father-in-law wanted to save Qin Xuan even at the expense of himself. This was so selfless and fearless.
Qin Xuan naturally realized what Ximen Guyan wanted to do. His eyes opened wide in an instant, a look of extreme fear appeared on his face, and he shouted crazily at Ximen Guyan: "No! Leave quickly!"
However, Ximen Guyan still stood there, his eyes looking down and falling on Qin Xuan, his expression extremely peaceful.
"My child, my teacher is incompetent and failed to teach you well. So far, you have not learned the piano skills, so that you have been ridiculed by others. Today, my teacher will teach you the last song. Please listen carefully and don't forget it again."
There was a sense of desolation and sadness in Ximen Guyan's voice, like the emotion of a hero in his twilight years, or the instructions when parting, which made people feel inexplicably sad after listening to it.
Many people stared at the figure in mid-air, and their hearts trembled slightly. Is this the magnificent piano demon from the past, whose musical skills were the best in the nine regions?
Such courage is awe-inspiring and admirable.
"Gu Yan!" Jiu Xian and Qing Yun Sword Saint both made a hoarse voice. At this time, they wanted to rush to save people, but it was already too late.
This actually happened in a very short period of time, and there was no time for anyone to react. Emperor Ling was determined to let Qin Xuan die in order to seize the Devouring Crystal from his body.
"This song is called Hero's Tears!"
Ximen Guyan flicked his sleeves, showing off his heroic spirit and peerless splendor, as if he was the only one in the world.
His hands fell on the strings, and for just a moment, his expression became extremely sharp, and his long hair flew like a sharp sword. The strings trembled, and wisps of powerful holy power were heard floating out, spreading throughout the world.
Heaven and earth, spread to everyone's ears.
"Wolf smoke rises, the nine realms are in turmoil, monsters appear, storms and clouds arise, the sword energy is like frost, and the heart is as white as the Milky Way."
"Thousands of years of galloping, who can resist? They are crazy by nature, and when the sound of the piano comes, how many talented heroes are killed and wounded."
"..."
Loud and bold voices came out from Ximen Guyan's mouth, as if he was telling his life experience. It was wonderful and heroic, like an epic hymn. After listening to it, many people felt their blood boiling and looked at Ximen Guyan's eyes.
There is a little more admiration and reverence.
After Ling Rui Ri heard the music, his body trembled violently. He and Ximen Guyan often played together and knew what kind of music the other party was good at.
He had never heard the other party play this song "Hero's Tears" before.
It seems that Ximen Guyan has already prepared it and will only play it when it is time to go.
And just as Ling Lueyi was thinking, the emperor's palm print that destroyed everything had arrived, and under the palm print was Ling Lueye's body.
The palm prints continued down, the music of the piano floated, and a terrifying storm of piano music was born in that space. The music of the piano swept countless spiritual energy, condensing layers of defensive light curtains, straddling the top of Ximen Guyan's head, trying to block the emperor's palm prints.
From the beginning to the end, Ximen Guyan just lowered his head to play without raising his head to look above.
When he played the song "Hero's Tears", he was prepared for everything and looked down on life and death.
Above the void, Emperor Ling looked at Ximen Guyan below with indifferent eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Do you want to die?"
He stepped forward, and a series of imperial palm prints burst out from under his feet, crossing the space and killing Ximen Guyan's body. Each palm print contained great terrifying power.
Emperor Ling didn't hold back at all. Since Ximen Guyan wanted to die, he would fulfill his wish.
At this time, Dugu Jian, Fire Lord, Thunder Lord and Yan Qingfeng also arrived.
The four people looked up at the sky at the same time, and their bodies were filled with powerful holy power. The Fire Lord's body seemed to have turned into a furnace of heaven and earth. A stream of blazing flames rose up from his body, turning into a giant flame dragon, soaring upward.
, kill upward.
The Thunder Lord's body continued to rise, and deafening thunder roared from his body. The sun's rays continued to fall down, intersecting with the light of thunder, and releasing an even more powerful aura.
Dugu Jian's eyes swept across the void. Those eyes were like sword eyes, extremely terrifying. There were terrifying sword intents bursting out from his eyes, as if they could kill people with just one glance.
He slapped his palm toward the void, and countless rays of Lingtian sword energy shot out, sweeping through the wind and clouds. The world seemed to turn into a sword field, and the sword energy was raging crazily.
On the other hand, phantoms of holy geese appeared around Yan Qingfeng, exuding an extremely pure and holy aura. The holy geese spread their wings and flew, and the flawless fairy light penetrated the heaven and earth like a holy sword, piercing the fallen palm prints.
Qin Xuan looked at the four figures in front of him and was filled with gratitude. He never thought that a descendant of him, an emperor, could have four masters of the temple take action for him. What an honor it was.
"I want to kill someone, and you can't stop me!"
The emperor's mausoleum let out a disdainful voice. Even if there were five saints blocking the way, it would still be easy for him to kill an emperor.
The emperor's brilliance shone in the sky, and Emperor Ling's body disappeared. Then a powerful wave came from the space around Qin Xuan. Emperor Ling walked out of it, and his cold eyes fell on Qin Xuan.
Seeing the imperial mausoleum appear in front of him, Qin Xuan knew what the other party's intention was.
This imperial mausoleum has really strong killing intent towards him!
"Huangkou child, suffer death!" Di Ling's palm directly grasped Qin Xuan's body. In the palm of his hand, there was a bright light of the holy way flowing. With one palm shot, it was like the coming of heaven, irresistible.
Ximen Guyan was closest to Qin Xuan. He flashed and stood directly between the imperial mausoleum and Qin Xuan's body. Invisible piano sounds were surging around his body, turning into layers of defensive light curtains.
However, this palm was released directly by Di Ling with his palm, and it was more powerful than the previous palm. His palm fell on the light curtain, and the light curtain shattered instantly.
However, he saw that the palm continued to move forward and slapped Ximen Guyan's chest. Then Ximen Guyan's body was directly blown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his breath was extremely weak.
"Master!" Qin Xuan looked worriedly towards the direction where Ximen Guyan was flying, and then an extremely cold breath was released from his body. It was so cold that the surrounding space froze.
Qin Xuan's eyes were fixed on Di Ling's body, his eyes filled with strong murderous thoughts. If he didn't destroy the Di family, his life as a disciple would be in vain!
"Ximen Guyan." Dugujian, Fire Lord, Thunder Lord and Yan Qingfeng all looked at Ximen Guyan and sighed in their hearts.
They tried their best, but Ximen Guyan insisted on exchanging his life for his life, and there was nothing they could do.
Just as Di Ling said, he wanted to kill a person in the imperial realm, and unless there were beings at the same level as him to restrain him, it would be useless no matter how many people came.
In front of the saint, people in the imperial realm are really like ants, and they can be destroyed with just one look.
Di Ling frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Ximen Guyan. He did not expect that Ximen Guyan was serious and wanted to exchange his life for the life of his disciple.
This is really crazy.
He's just a disciple, how can he fight so hard?
At this time, Ximen Guyan was spitting out blood continuously from his mouth, and his aura was extremely weak. Unknown how many meridians in his body were destroyed by the emperor's will, and his true energy could not function. Although he still had a trace of life, he was almost like a useless person. He spent his whole life cultivating.
It disappeared in an instant.
After all, Emperor Ling is a sixth-level saint. With his full palm, not many people in the world can withstand it.
At this moment, countless cold eyes were looking in the direction of the Emperor's Tomb. If looks could kill, the Emperor's body would have been riddled with holes, and he had died countless times.
Qin Xuan's body flashed and he came to Ximen Guyan's body.
Looking at the teacher who used to be so heroic in the past, now his complexion is sallow, his breath is weak, and his body is weaker than ordinary people. Qin Xuan only felt a pain like a thousand swords piercing his heart. If it weren't for saving him, the teacher would not be like this.
Ximen Guyan looked at Qin Xuan, forced a smile on his face, and said: "Boy, cultivators should be careful and don't be affected by emotions. There is only so much that the teacher can do for you. The next journey is...