Chapter 1493: The King Is Not the King, the Minister Is Not the Minister, the World Is Not the World, and People Have No Ethics

Swish!

The eight Zun An in front of the preaching mirror turned back quickly and happened to see Gou Wu Yue who was also looking at him with a twitch of his mouth.

The two were silent.

The embarrassment in their eyes was not just vague, but a little strong!

Soon, the two turned their heads away and pretended to look back at the preaching mirror as if nothing had happened.

"Huh?"

Dao Qiong Cang smelled a strange smell in the air and looked over suspiciously, "What are you looking at each other?"

The eight Zun An pressed down the storyteller's hand pointing at Gou Wu Yue, and said calmly: "Nothing."

"Absolutely something!"

Dao Qiong Cang sniffed, and his eyes glowed with a fiery light again.

No one can have secrets in front of him, let alone hide some gossip!

There was no need to ask, just glanced at Xu Xiaoshou's unruly figure on the preaching mirror again, and recalled what he had said just now...

Dao Qiongcang held back his laughter and pointed at Ba Zun'an: "Someone, is it you?"

"No."

After getting a denial, he pointed at Gou Wuyue and covered his mouth and laughed, "Is it you?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

These two ancient sword cultivators are almost cut from the same mold!

Too calm, too cold, and too abnormal!

Definitely guessed it...Dao Qiongcang stamped his feet excitedly, and after a few "wows", his eyes returned to the eight Gou's feelings, and pointed at the preaching mirror again:

"First you, then them?"

Ba Zun'an and Gou Wuyue's faces sank.

Dao Qiongcang was not finished yet, and continued to laugh with his mouth covered, his voice full of strangeness: "The story of the previous generation of holy slaves and the white-clothed master of the way, the next generation, copy it?"

Eight Gou's face was as dark as ink.

"Hahaha..." Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly and unrestrainedly, and looked at Wei Feng while laughing, "You understand me..."

Just when he was about to say something, he saw the old senior with a wooden and rigid expression, staring at the preaching mirror, and Dao Qiongcang's smile froze.

Isn't it just an excuse that Daquan lost once, so why take it so seriously?

As expected, there is a generation gap between the elderly and the young!

He turned to look at the storyteller.

Seeing that the corners of the red skirt man's mouth were doing seesaw movements up and down, and he couldn't suppress it.

"You should understand what I mean, right?" Dao Qiongcang's expression was extremely serious.

The storyteller's face instantly returned to calm.

But Dao Qiongcang just stared at him like this, staring at him, from his eyes to the corners of the storyteller's mouth.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up, and then pressed down suddenly.

This broken expression easily pried away the stone blocking the flood, and the storyteller's laughter could no longer be suppressed.

"Puff!"

But after laughing, he was so well-mannered that he could immediately turn his face expressionless.

And he didn't look sideways, not at Ba and Gou.

Respect should still be given, after all, he is my brother...

"Hahaha!"

In comparison, Dao Qiongcang seemed to have no substance.

He laughed wantonly, and even slapped his thigh in excitement, pointing at the storyteller as if he had met a confidant and said, "You know what I mean!"

"Shut up, okay?" Gou Wuyue couldn't help it anymore, and the demon sword was ready to move.

"Wahahaha..." Dao Qiongcang's laughter was almost loud as his fingers moved, almost close to his face, without saying anything, and his smile gradually became perverted.

Gou Wuyue took a deep breath, "Boring."

Dao Qiongcang's smile froze, and then changed on the spot, his voice became a little sharper, "Boring? He said I was boring?!"

He pointed at the storyteller, "He is already in his fifties or sixties, and he only has one word left to say, 'boring', and nothing else to say, wow ha ha ha..."

The storyteller couldn't laugh anymore.

Why is it so, exposing people's scars, layer by layer?

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was laughing so hard that he bent over, and laughed without the image of the former Taoist master, and suddenly felt great fear.

His brother was right...

This guy was suppressed by the three words "Taoist Master" for thirty or forty years, and was even more arrogant for thirty or forty years, and finally rebounded.

His rebellious youth broke out strongly when others were in menopause.

He took off the mask of "Taoist Master", and after being himself, he made a self that even laughed scared people!

The God of Heaven has a liberated state.

Dao Qiongcang, directly liberate the perverted form?

"Isn't it funny?"

After realizing that no one laughed with him, Dao Qiongcang wiped away his tears and sat back in front of the preaching mirror without embarrassment.

Without even a slight delay, he changed the subject with amazing smoothness. Pointing to the mirror, he said to Gou Wuyue:

"The White-clothed Taoist Master has not lost yet, right?"

Gou Wuyue didn't even move his eyes.

Obviously, he was too lazy to care about this guy who had no worries and no one could stop him after he lost control.

Dao Qiongcang continued to look at Ba Zun'an and said calmly:

"If one sentence could destroy an ancient sword cultivator, Lao Gou would have died in the Eight Palaces back then, and Beibei would never have become an ancient sword cultivator... Don't you think so, the great Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Ba Zun'an's right eyelid twitched wildly, and finally took a breath and turned his head away, "Can you be quiet for a while?"

Dao Qiongcang then looked back at the mirror in silence.

Just when the people around him thought he could be quiet.

This guy suddenly stood up in front of the thousands of people who were crowded in front of the preaching mirror and discussing it heatedly, and shouted:

"What a phantom sword technique!"

"What a Seven Sword Immortal!"

As soon as the heated discussion stopped, everyone looked back.

After attracting the attention of the whole audience, the actor who played Dao Qiongcang opened his hands and sang with great emotion:

"A sword came from the east, a sword fairy~"

"Drunk in the underworld, walk in the blue sky~"

"Don't do the mortal world~Don't pull me, let go, let me go!"

"How dare you! This is Dao Qiongcang, I'll see who dares to move... Ouch!"

...

Unlike the farce in front of the preaching mirror in Half Moon Bay, the atmosphere in Yujing City at this moment is extremely bleak.

Beibei covered his neck, blood flowed from his fingers, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"I, lost?"

This is just the beginning!

He didn't even touch the sword once!

He used all his skills, but not even one thousandth of them.

In this world-renowned first battle of the sword fairy, Beibei imagined that he would lose, but it should be after trying his best, or because of a bad move?

It's definitely not like this now, it just started and it's over.

Everyone is watching!

The Sword Burial Tomb in the East Region, the Feng Family in the South Region... the ancient sword cultivators in the whole world are paying attention!

Xu Xiaoshou's sword is only of the third grade, and even the quality of the scabbard of the Emperor Sword Emperor is not as good as it. How could he defeat me with one sword?

"No..." Beibei was dumbfounded, staring at the black-clothed figure in front of him in a daze, unable to speak.

"What do you mean by 'no'?" Xu Xiaoshou put away his sword and stood still, saying calmly:

"Admitting failure is sometimes harder than failure."

"Admitting that you were defeated by one sword, and defeated by yourself, is harder than admitting failure."

Beibei's face was embarrassed.

Her nervous eyes glanced at Mr. Siren, passed by Senior Feng Tingchen, and glanced at Elder Yang, Elder Gu, Liu Fuyu...

They all had indifferent expressions.

They did not make any ridicule, but their expressions showed a bit of heartache and sympathy.

This is more uncomfortable than mocking out loud!

This sympathy is like a gift from a beggar, and it makes the dignified sword immortal feel endless humiliation!

"I haven't lost--"

Beibei held the Emperor Sword in reverse, suddenly pulled out his body, stood high in the sky and looked down at the many ancient sword cultivators below, and shouted in fear: "Xu Xiaoshou, I haven't lost yet! No!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked up and saw a boiling soul.

Looking at the invisible crown on the head of the Beijianxian, who was as precious as the empress, he seemed to see another proud and bright flower.

They grew up in the greenhouse of the Holy Emperor Rao and Bei, enjoying the top resources, defeating all the enemies in the world, but never really facing themselves.

Whether it is the love sword art of sitting in the well and looking at the sky, or the ten thousand sword art blessed by the Emperor Sword...

All of them are high in the clouds.

But they are all castles in the air.

With one word from Xu Xiaoshou, Beibei's fig leaf was torn off: "You just haven't lost, not that you will never lose."

"You're talking nonsense! Xu Xiaoshou, shut up!"

Beibei was furious, with blood flashing in her eyes, "If I lost, how could I not accept it? It's just a mere illusion sword technique, I can do it too!"

She held the Emperor Sword horizontally in front of her neck.

She slashed out suddenly again, the sword light was brilliant, piercing the sky, and disappeared into nothingness.

"Through the Dao!"

This sword traversed space and time.

Not only did he use the Through Dao in the Three Thousand Swords, he could ignore all defenses, but he also had a deep understanding of the true meaning of illusion sword technique and reached the realm of "time and space jump".

"Illusion sword technique, the first realm, Bei Jianxian can also do it!"

The voice of Feng Zhongzui sounded at the right time, and he aimed the picture at Shouye again, "Is this considered a sneak attack? Can Shouye react?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even move, his figure only moved in the picture in the mirror.

"Huh..."

The north wind was blowing snow, and the red plum blossoms were dancing.

The sword light penetrated from him, and Xu Xiaoshou's figure turned into nothingness.

Feng Zhongzui knew too much about swords.

He left half of the picture to Mei Siren, who was smiling, and said excitedly:

"Red Plum Third Stream, Falling Blossom Realm!"

"This is Mr. Siren's sword. Falling Blossom Realm uses the Heart Sword Technique, No Sword Technique... A combination of several major sword styles. This is a higher level of swordsmanship than the Northern Sword Immortal!"

He pointed the preaching mirror at the battlefield again.

As expected, with the falling red flowers, Shou Ye and the Northern Sword Immortal's bodies became illusory, and their entities were no longer seen on the battlefield.

"Look at me!"

Feng Zhongzui took a horse step and his eyes changed.

He grabbed the preaching mirror and injected the sword intent into it, activated the advanced function, and then slashed it like a sword.

"No sword technique, no sword style!"

The virtual and the real were switched, and the picture of the preaching mirror was replaced by a vague ideology.

In this scene, the world is illusory, and the aura is colorful.

All the other people on the scene turned translucent, and even their existence seemed to be wiped out.

In the battle, there was an image of a brilliant golden dragon and a lone black building.

On the top of the building, there was a man, holding a black sword diagonally, watching with cold eyes.

...

"Not good!"

Mei Siren rushed out.

He could see at a glance that while Xu Xiaoshou was using the Falling Ying Realm to pull Beibei into the ideological battle, he immediately opened his Heart Sword Technique.

His Heart Sword Technique was a critical hit for ancient sword cultivators!

How could Feng Zhongzui bear it?

But as soon as his body entered the illusion and the Falling Ying Realm, Mei Siren saw a ball of alcohol that was very excited, and he could explain it with ease:

"Heart Sword Technique, the current gods and Buddhas!"

"Shou Ye took the initiative... No, he was the last to arrive, and his Heart Sword Technique was not the current gods and Buddhas, but was related to the devil's energy?"

Mei Siren was stunned.

This kid...

Even if Xu Xiaoshou didn't target him, the aftermath of his mental swordsmanship could affect the ancient sword cultivator, not to mention Feng Zhongzui's initiative to intervene in the Luoying Realm.

But he was not affected by the aftermath at all!

His mentality is extremely powerful!

…

"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"

When the missionary mirror transmitted the picture, everyone heard the chilling voice that made people's hair stand on end.

Are you all demons now?

Outsiders couldn't feel it, because Xu Xiaoshou's sword was only aimed at one person.

Beibei, who was the only one targeted, was already emotionally unstable. At this glance, his pupils were shaking!

When I see the image of the sword god Gulouying...

Seeing the image on the top of the solitary tower that represented his belief in the "gods and Buddhas", when he turned his head, it was still the same Xu Xiaoshou!

"ah--"

Scarlet and ghost energy invaded Beibei's ideology almost at the same time, and she screamed:

"I'm not defeated!"

"No!"

The dragon's roar suddenly rises and falls in the world of England.

The Emperor's Sword Duzun suddenly burst out with a powerful impact, unexpectedly tearing the first-rate Hongmei third-rate to pieces.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but hesitate.

His sword was rushed away by Beibei's inexplicable explosion?

Did that roar come from her? No, it comes from the Emperor Sword Sovereign!

…

"Something's wrong..."

Feng Zhongzui had a good sense of fighting and realized something.

The picture in the preaching mirror changes accordingly, and everything returns from false ideology.

The first thing everyone saw was the Bei Sword Immortal who was tainted with black devilish aura among the nobles.

Secondly, there is the slightly stunned Shou Ye.

"Bei Jianxian, have you gone crazy?"

Feng Zhongzui shouted in surprise, somewhat unbelievable, but he asked and answered himself:

"Yes, she just went crazy. You may not know that Xu Xiaoshou's mental image of swordsmanship is the image of the 'Sword God'!"

"Such an image has a great impact on the ancient sword cultivator, and I was a little distracted just now."

"But I am a person who, to put it simply, is heartless. To put it more complicated, that is..."

"Shut up!!!" Beibei suddenly shouted loudly.

The Emperor's Sword Duzun, stained with black demonic aura, was thrust into the void by her sword in response.

"boom--"

The golden and black sword waves rolled away.

All the ancient sword cultivators present pulled back and quickly retreated from the battlefield.

Invasion of demonic energy is not a good thing.

Especially the Meisi people, after glancing at the missionary mirror, countless possibilities flashed through their minds, running faster than a rabbit.

Feng Zhongzui was startled, and said in a flurry of words: "I'll shut up for a moment. It's not easy to deal with being obsessed after all. If Bei Jianxian can come out of it, his state of mind will be further deceived. If not, maybe I'm going to die today..."

"Shut up!!!"

Beibei fiercely pulled out the emperor's sword.

She was able to restrain herself from interfering with those outside the battle, and could only vent her anger on the opponent opposite:

"I! Never! Never! Defeat!"

Buzz!

When the Eight-faced Emperor Sword was pulled out from the space, as if it was pulled out from the scabbard, it disappeared.

The last scene left to everyone was the angry eyes on the Imperial Sword, which suddenly turned scarlet and black, with murderous intent surging!

The situation of the battle suddenly changed.

Beibei suddenly raised his eyes, his whole body was filled with demonic aura, his eyes were shining brightly with golden light, and he actually woke up from being possessed.

With the help of such an enchanted impact...

The Emperor Sword Duzun has not disappeared, but has become one with her!

Xu Xiaoshou thought about this, his pupils condensed, and he saw why this was happening. He straightened up Zang Ku, who was so scared that he was curled up on his arm, "Toughen up, it's not like you haven't seen big scenes before!"

Feng Zhongzui was stunned, and couldn't help but stop explaining, "This, this is?"

The North Sword Immortal is the Seven Swords Immortal. He can understand that he can come out of the demonic state so quickly.

This person becomes a demon with the help of demonic energy, and defeats the demon with the help of the wrath of the demonic power. When he returns, he wields the will of the demon king and the emperor, and the man and sword merge into one...

So, why wait for the swordsmanship?

Fengzhongzui has not yet reached that bold conclusion.

On the horizon, at the feet of Bei Sword Immortal, a golden secret formation is slowly unfolding!

Above the nine heavens, a faint and ethereal voice came, as emotionless as watching the cud grow:

"The king is not the king and the minister is not the minister..."

"The world is different and people have no ethics..."

"The law is illegal, the Tao is not the Tao..."

"The sword is not a sword. I am the only one who respects you..."

…

boom!

The black gold sword intent that suddenly expanded erupted from the preaching mirror, overturning the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions who were watching the battle.

"I am the only one..."

"Exclusively..."

"Respect..."

The rolling echoes spread throughout the world.

Everyone who heard the sound felt shocked and inexplicable awe.

"What a sword!" Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan jumped up directly in front of the sword burial mound, staring so hard that their eyeballs were about to be sucked in.

"Elder brother should come and take a look..."

"No! He doesn't need it, but we do!"

"Too."

"What are you talking about..." Some people couldn't understand.

But the sword-crazy man had no time to answer, he was completely immersed in the sword intention coming from the preaching mirror.

"Perfect fit..." Su Qianqian held the demon sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord tightly, her heart twitching involuntarily.

If the tomb-named Chengxue was still there, it would be time for him to develop such a tacit understanding with himself, right?

…

"Use demons to break laws, use people to break people, do whatever you want, but don't break the rules... Good, she has made progress!"

On the other side, Gou Wuyue stared at the little girl in the mirror and saw through the sword behind the figure.

He held the demon sword Nulan's voice tightly, but there was no envy in his eyes.

"This is..."

The bruised Dao Qiongcang turned his head and looked at the indifferent Ba Zun'an.

He knew that this man had the deepest understanding of this Dao, and he even claimed that he could understand any sword.

"Yeah."

Ba Zun'an said nothing, but nodded in approval.

...

"Boom!"

The sword intent not only penetrated the Dao mirror, but also ravaged the entire Yujing City.

In the area of ​​10,000 miles, when the Beibei people and swords were united, when the decadent Dao sound was born, the magnificent imperial palace suddenly rose up.

Ten thousand swords gathered in the palace, bowing like a minister, and all under heaven were submissive.

Outside the palace, countless swords rang, as if thousands of troops were galloping in the smoke of war.

Xu Xiaoshou was trapped alone, with no one to help.

He could no longer see Mr. Siren, let alone the noisy Feng Zhongzui.

He held the handle of the Zangku sword in one hand and the tip of the Zangku sword in the other, straightening it...

He closed his eyes, felt the great imperial grace and the endless imperial power, and silently digested the only "perfect fit" he had ever seen.

Suddenly, a cold shout sounded in his ears, like a huge bell in an old temple, shaking people's hearts.

"Emperor Sword·Heavenly Solution!"