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The two old men frowned when they heard the words, they are old seniors anyway, even if they are enemies, they can't bully the less with more.
"Let this old man try your kendo first." said one of the old men with purple complexion.
He stepped forward and drew the long sword from his waist.
The sword body is green, like a green bamboo, shining with green light, exuding a fresh and agile breath.
Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were as sharp as a sword's edge, and he nodded slightly as he looked at the sword in his hand.
He has changed his mind.
Since you can't persuade them, force them to join forces.
Clang!
The black scabbard sword was unsheathed.
The overwhelming murderous and sword energy suddenly erupted.
The purple-faced old man stared at Ximen Chuuxue, paying attention to his every subtle movement.
When swordsmen fight, there is no majestic momentum, no gorgeous moves, only a sharp sword.
If you are not careful, you will lose the battle and even lose your life.
The long sword stabbed out, with a pale blade.
The purple-red-faced old man looked at the bright sword tip, his vicissitudes of eyes suddenly shrank.
The rickety body suddenly straightened, straight as a sword.
The emerald green bamboo sword flew out with a rapid whistling sound.
In the blink of an eye, the two swords collided.
Ding!
A crisp sound.
The invisible sword light shot out in all directions, like arrows hitting the ground, leaving a series of sword marks.
Since then.
The two drew back.
Ximen Chuuxue held his sword and pointed directly at the opponent, with an indifferent expression.
The old man's face turned even redder.
He looked at Ximen Chuuxue in surprise.
"No wonder you dare to challenge the two of us, that's why."
He has already felt the power of Ximen Fuxue, the power of the ultimate sword.
"There is a junior like you in the world, I really don't want to be reconciled."
He said in a low voice.
"Let's go together." Ximen Chuixue said.
The two old men looked at each other and nodded slightly.
Apparently they already understood that Ximen Fuxue would never be dealt with without joining forces.
At this moment, they have let go of the dignity that belongs to the old predecessors.
After all, they are on the battlefield, not competing.
……
Zheng Qingsong stared at the front, and there was only one person in his eyes, and that was Xin Yuanchen.
The world suddenly became depressed.
A majestic aura filled the air, full of domineering and powerful.
The dragon robe on Zheng Qingsong's body buzzed, and the dragon's aura was billowing around his body.
Twisting his neck a little, he clenched his fists tightly, feeling the majestic power in his body.
Stepping on the void, floating up, step by step, like an invisible ladder.
"Xin Yuanchen, come out and die!"
Boom~~
The sound is like a thunderstorm, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the majestic breath stirs the wind and clouds.
On the city floor.
Xin Yuanchen looked up at Zheng Qingsong who was soaring up, and there was a cold killing intent in his vicissitudes of life.
After that, his figure turned into a white light and shot out.
In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Zheng Qingsong.
The two were ten feet apart, looking at each other.
"The Dali Dynasty should also come to an end," Xin Yuanchen said.
"No, the Hundred Refining Sect should be destroyed." Zheng Qingsong said.
Xin Yuanchen smiled warmly and said, "Do you think that after transforming into a dragon, you are the old man's opponent?"
"You may not know that the so-called Emperor's Transformation Dragon Art was given to you by this old man."
He looked at Zheng Qingsong with cold eyes.
Zheng Qingsong planned for decades to overthrow Bailianzong, and he also prepared for decades to change the dynasty.
The Bailianzong has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, but it has gone through three dynasties. It's not that they don't want to continue from the beginning to the end, but reality doesn't allow it.
No emperor is willing to be under others, and no royal family is willing to submit to the sect.
As long as there is a chance, the emperor wants to break through the shackles of the sect.
Just like Zheng Qingsong.
Ever since Zheng Qingsong ascended the throne, he knew that the Dali Dynasty would end in Zheng Qingsong's hands.
Because Zheng Qingsong is the most ambitious and ruthless emperor in the 500 years of the Dali Dynasty.
Ambition will make him even more unwilling to be ridden by Bailianzong, and ruthlessness will make him willing to give up everything.
So 30 years ago, he sent the Hualongjue to Zheng Qingsong.
He gave Zheng Qingsong a chance to become stronger, and at the same time let Zheng Qingsong eliminate the barrier of the luck of the people to the royal family.
He knows that Taoist Yuyang arranged 72 Earth Demon Spirit Gathering Arrays.
Zheng Qingsong practiced Dragon Transformation Art, he naturally knew better.
It is precisely because he did not stop that Zheng Qingsong was able to succeed.
He is also waiting for this day.
Chapter 1 Seventy: Zheng Qingsong VS Xin Yuanchen
Zheng Qingsong didn't show any panic or shock when he heard what he said.
"I know." He said flatly.
"I knew it from the first day I got the Dragon Transformation Art."
Xin Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Since you know, why do you want to do it?"
"Because this is my only chance, isn't it?" Zheng Qingsong said.
"Hehe, you are indeed a real emperor." Xin Yuanchen laughed.
"This old man can't bear to let you die."
Zheng Qingsong also laughed and said, "Why don't you die? After living for 300 years, it should be enough."
"The world is so prosperous, how can I live enough?" Xin Yuanchen said.
"It seems that it doesn't make sense." Zheng Qingsong said.
The voice fell.
He clenched his fist and swung it violently.
"In that case, I will kill you with my own hands."
Immediately, a majestic air wave rolled up.
Clang!
The Bailian sword is out of its sheath, and thousands of sword qi are criss-crossing.
"Since the old man dares to give you the Hualong Jue, he can take it back."
With unparalleled sword energy and infinite fist power, the two figures collided in the air, resounding like thunder.
bang bang bang ~~
There was a continuous roar.The figures of the two kept interlacing, and the atmosphere of the whole world was stirred by them for a while.
Below, Wang Shouming paused and looked up.
Feeling the majestic breath, there was a touch of worry on his face.
"Still fighting?" asked his opponent.
"Fight!" Wang Shouming withdrew his gaze and looked at the opponent in front of him.
The two were also contemporaries. Although they did not meet many times, they were barely acquaintances.
No friendship, no enmity.
But since the war has started today, life and death must be decided.
The key to this battle lies above, Xin Yuanchen and Zheng Qingsong.
No matter who wins or loses, the people on the other side will not live in peace, even if they are not dead, they will not be in peace.
Everyone knows this.
On the other side, Ximen Chuuxue was guarding against the two men's siege, and had no time to pay attention to the top.
At this moment, he has only one goal in mind.
It was a sword piercing their throats, watching the blood bloom under the sword.
What he pursued was the brilliance of that moment.
For him, there is absolutely nothing like that kind of beauty.
The fighting didn't stop, neither Wang Shouming and others, nor the disciples of Jingying and Bailianzong in the distance.
Life and death is the main theme of this moment.
boom!
A shining light bloomed in the air.
The figures of Zheng Qingsong and Xin Yuanchen both flew out.
"Don't you understand yet? The Dragon Transformation Jue I gave you is incomplete. Even if you borrow the luck of the people from the Great Zhou Dynasty, you are by no means a match for this old man."
Xin Yuanchen raised the Hundred Refining Sword in his hand, the condensed brilliance was dazzling, and pointed at Zheng Qingsong from afar.
Zheng Qingsong looked at him, but sighed slightly, and said, "I know what you said."
"Since that's the case, why didn't you think that I would also prepare a second move?"
Xin Yuanchen frowned, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.
"What is it?"
A strong smile appeared on Zheng Qingsong's face.
suddenly.
"kill!"