Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Nine, Etc. 1 Sword

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

Liyuan Baixian!

The visitors turned out to be the Hundred Immortals of Liyuan, and without exception, all of them were dressed in mourning clothes.

What this is for... No one knows, but it's definitely not for congratulations.

No one expected that at the most solemn scene of the wedding, when everyone was attracted by Linglong's stunning beauty. Liyuan Hundred Immortals, the performers of the majestic and magnificent tunes that make people's blood boil, rushed over in mourning clothes.

Looking from a distance, these Liyuan Baixian are still far away.

At least a hundred miles away, but before the people arrived, the voice came first, attracting everyone.

Linglong on the Hongqiao felt a pause in her heart, and her uneasy mood for the past few days reached its climax at this moment.

He stopped, rolled up the hijab on his face, and looked at the past with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"You're looking for death, you dare to disrupt the eldest prince's wedding!"

On both sides of the street, the eldest prince has already arranged many guards, and even hidden many masters in secret.

The only thing to guard against is that there are people making trouble, and a kill order has been issued in advance, no matter who dares to make trouble in the wedding, they will all be killed without mercy!

Liyuan Baixian, who was still a hundred miles away, was immediately attacked, in the attics lined up on both sides of the street.

Whoosh whoosh!

A warrior wearing battle armor jumped out, drew his weapon out of its scabbard, full of murderous aura, and rushed towards Baixian of Liyuan.

"Everyone, don't panic. The wedding will continue. A group of girls can't mess up the eldest prince's wedding."

Beside the First Prince, an old man sprang out and shouted loudly.

The terrifying imperial pressure permeated his body, and this turned out to be a terrifying master with the cultivation base of a six-veined emperor.

Its voice was like thunder, full of the voice of the Great Dao, and he wanted to use his own cultivation to spread the swords and laughter played by the Liyuan Hundred Immortals.

Rumble!

But who knows, it contains the emperor's prestige, implying the voice of soul power. Like mud falling into the sea, it disappeared instantly, without any hindrance.

"It's Kong Feiyun, Mr. Kong from the Ancestral Hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. With Mr. Kong in the Liyuan, Baixian should not be able to make any big waves."

Although his voice didn't have the expected effect, the old man's name was a little surprising.

Kong Feiyun, one of the few royal masters in the Taimiao Ancestral Hall, is in the imperial city of the imperial capital.

Being able to exert the imperial power to the extreme, can be called the invincible emperor of Dacheng.

Even if you are a peak emperor, you can't get any advantage if you fight against him in the imperial city of the imperial capital.

hiss!

The First Prince's expression was calm, looking at his face, there was no trace of panic.

Sitting down, Huo Qilin, the god of the kingdom, neighed for some reason, as if encountering a strong enemy. Wang Fei, who was on his back, was slightly startled, and quickly comforted him, but the moment he lowered his head, he saw a few wisps of snowflakes falling.

After receiving it in his hand, the icy chill hit him, causing him to frown slightly, "Is it snowing?"

"It's cold, it's cold."

"Pu...Damn it, why did it become so cold all of a sudden. Ah, everyone, look, it's snowing, it's snowing!"

Before the tune played by the Hundred Immortals of Liyuan stopped, the vision appeared again, and in the sky, there was actually heavy snow falling.

But in a moment, the ground was covered with a radius of ten thousand li, and in an instant, a thick layer of silver was covered.

Just a moment ago, the weather was still fine, the sky was blue and the sun was shining.

Now it's snowing suddenly, the coolness contained in the snow. Let the imperial capital Yancheng, many people whose cultivation level is not low, feel the cold and shiver.

In the building, the Ninth Prince Wang Yan showed doubts.

Without caring much, he took off his hood, pushed away the crowd in front of the window, and looked up to the sky.

On the nine heavens, above the distant street, there was a dazzling light, illuminating the sky, as if two suns appeared in the sky.

Below the sun, there seemed to be an ice coffin hanging.

Between the ice coffin and the sun, there is an invisible barrier that divides the sky into two extremes.

Above the barrier, the rays of light shine brightly, illuminating the nine heavens and all directions.

Under the barrier, the ice coffin brought an unparalleled chill. Wrapped in heavy snow, it floated down, causing the vision that everyone saw.

"That's..." Wang Yan was stunned, a little in disbelief.

The Tiance scholar at the side said softly: "Your Highness, that is the divine beast Golden Crow, there is no need to doubt it. However, this divine beast is still in its infancy, and it is not as scary as in the myths and legends, but it still cannot be underestimated."

Wang Yan looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "I know this, but... why did this Golden Crow come to Yancheng, my imperial capital, and also appeared at the elder brother's wedding, and that ice coffin."

"God, what did I see?"

"The divine beast Golden Crow! This is the divine beast of the Golden Crow Empire. So it really existed. I always thought it was a legend."

"But what happened to the ice coffin hanging under it?"

In an instant, the imperial city was covered with snow, and in Yancheng, the imperial capital, everyone who paid attention to this wedding. All of them showed puzzled looks, puzzled by the confusion, and the waves suddenly arose, and the strangeness was boundless.

The festive atmosphere of the wedding is gone.

"Ice coffin!"

On the Hongqiao, Master Linglong's complexion turned pale instantly, and her body was a little crumbling.

Bang bang bang!

At the same time, there were screams one after another, but it was the guards of the Liyuan Baixian who went to kill them. Before approaching, the internal organs were shattered by the sound waves, and the seven orifices bled to death, which was terrible.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong. The hundred immortals in Liyuan are holding forbidden treasures of Horcruxes. Thousands of brothers from the Shence Battalion have already been killed or injured, and the three emperors and leaders have been seriously injured."

In front of Huo Qilin, there was a famous general kneeling on the ground with sweat on his forehead and tremblingly speaking.

There is no need to report, and with the First Prince's cultivation, he can clearly see the scene ahead. Hundreds of immortals in the Liyuan are as powerful as a broken bamboo, and the ensemble song is like a thousand rivers flowing together, gathering together, it is unstoppable.

"Your Highness, do you want me to take action?"

Kong Feiyun, the old man in black behind him, said in a deep voice.

The Eldest Prince's face was extremely gloomy, especially when he saw the ice coffin that was placed that day, he was even more furious.

He was no longer as calm and calm as before, but before he could answer, he saw the torrent coming, but it was Liyuan Hundred Immortals who were about to come to Qianjin Tower.

Before the person arrives, the sound wave arrives first, and the fairy sound is faint and boundless for a while.

Liyuan Baixian, holding a forbidden musical instrument, wearing mourning clothes, expressionless, focused on playing the instrument in his hand.

boom!

In an instant, people turned their backs on their backs, and the mighty welcoming team was in chaos.

Facing Dao Jianxiao, who was playing a hundred kinds of forbidden treasures at the same time, he felt the pressure like a mountain, and retreated one after another.

Boom!

The nearby pavilions seemed to be crushed by the torrent and collapsed one after another. Among them, the spectators ran in a hurry, never expecting that the performance of Liyuan Baixian would explode with such terrifying power.

At the critical moment when the torrent was about to crush the Qianjin Building, a soft drink resounded through the sky.

"Qinglian sword dance, unparalleled in the world!"

In the Qianjin Building, there is a figure, surrounded by colorful exercises, flying into the sky. It was the owner of the Qianjin Building, she was holding a sword in one hand and a genuine fairy basket in the other.

Qing Yin said, suddenly the torrent formed by the laughter of swords and swords, all kinds of visions.

When she was about to engulf the fairy building, she was smashed by one of her swords, as if a fairy had come to the world and bestowed her with supernatural power.

This sword disperses all kinds of visions and frightens all directions.

"Clear water and bright orange fill the sky, and the moon hangs at the bottom of the Linglong Pagoda!"

Women in white clothes holding swords in all directions sing in unison, and dance with swords centered on the veiled woman.

Whoosh whoosh!

Sword lights overflowed, sweeping in all directions, and the scattered visions were chopped to pieces one after another by these thousands of sword lights.

Puff!

The mighty and invincible Liyuan Baixian was blocked for the first time. Su Ye, who was playing the piano, had a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his face was slightly pale.

The other musicians were all severely injured.

"Qinglian Jianwu and Liyuan Baixian actually met..."

"What's going on here? Is Liyuan Baixian going to rebel?"

In Yancheng, the imperial capital, all warriors were alarmed, and it took only a moment for the two sides to fight against each other, causing huge destructive power.

In a radius of thousands of miles, except for the Qianjin Building which still stands, all other buildings have collapsed and become ruins.

All Qinglian Sword Immortals, led by the veiled woman, danced in the air.

The swaying sword light, overlapping, densely packed, streamer phantom, makes people amazed. Above the sea of ​​clouds, under the bright moon, the dreamy dancing posture is unparalleled in the world, shocking the world in this wind and snow.

And the music played by the Hundred Immortals in the Pear Garden is unique from ancient times to the present. The sound was deafening, and despite the tremendous pressure, the tune continued without a pause.

The two sides played against each other, and soon reached a shocking point.

"It's terrible, the match between the peak emperors, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that..."

"Fortunately, the two sides fought only near the Qianjin Tower. Otherwise, half of the city would have to be demolished."

"Have you noticed that up to now, Emperor Yan has not made a move. The other top forces that can stop this storm have not made a move either. There seems to be something strange in it."

"It seems... there are many people who don't want the eldest prince's wedding to be held smoothly."

Just as spectators from all directions were discussing, the veiled woman snorted coldly.

The authentic fairy basket in his hand suddenly flew out, and endless flowers flew out of it. A sea of ​​flowers covered the city of flames, covering the sky and the sun. This high-grade Horcrux, which has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, erupted with astonishing coercion.

"The dusty peonies, the falling flowers are colorful!"

The veiled woman let out a loud shout, surrounded by a woman in white, her figure swaying. Condensed into a peerless peony with sword light, when they open their arms at the same time, it looks like a peony blooming.

Infinite vitality overflowed, covering the sea of ​​flowers in Yancheng, and countless petals fell. Like a storm, densely packed, it fell towards the Baixian in the Liyuan.

If they were all lost, with the power of genuine fairy baskets, all the immortals in Liyuan, without exception, would suffer severe injuries, or even die on the spot.

Such a scene was extremely horrifying, and immediately caused a lot of exclamations.

Hundreds of immortals in the pear garden, Su Ye in the midst of the stars and the moon, are not chaotic in times of crisis. The index finger pressed the strings, and then kept vibrating. Suddenly, the tune of the ensemble changed suddenly.

Xiaoyin, Guzheng, and Pipa all changed accordingly.

When the petals filled the sky and were about to swallow up all the immortals in the Liyuan, Qu Feng changed wildly. It is composing an epic, it is extolling myths, it is magnificent, shocking and exciting.

But in this blood, there is a trace of sadness.

The petals are falling all over the sky, and each petal is the sickle of death and ecstasy. Who can stop them from falling.

The passionate onlookers were all entangled in their hearts, feeling an impulse.

Stuffed in the chest, nowhere to vent, extremely uncomfortable.

Waiting, waiting, waiting... Waiting for a sword, waiting for a sword of salvation, waiting for a sword that can drain the blood and impulse of everyone!

Clang!

Just at this time, between the heaven and the earth, a flash of sword light appeared, and it appeared just right. It just appeared when people's blood boiled and their chests were blocked, but they had nowhere to vent.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. Immortals caress my top, and my hair is tied to receive longevity!"

With a calm expression on the corner of the visitor's mouth, holding a sword and stepping on the streamer, like a fairy, he came across the sky.

For a moment, the sword intent pierced the sky like a rainbow, and all the elegance in the world seemed to fall on this sword light.

Let all the swordsmen around thousands of miles look sideways at him.

Wow!

Just when people applauded loudly and sighed that this sword finally came, this world was shocked by the sword light. There was an extra flash of knife light, and a knife groan pierced the sky, causing the world to fall into black and white.

When everyone was caught off guard, the two figures crossed each other, and the sword made a clang!

The clear clanging sound, accompanied by the frenzied change of Liyuan Baixiandou's music style, scattered all the petals that hit, and the castration continued unabated, straight to the sky!

In the fight of swords and swords, the fight is not about victory or defeat, honor or disgrace, but about the fate of the world, the passion and passion!

Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun looked at each other and smiled the moment they were separated.

The next moment, he pointed his toes in the void at the same time, with one knife and one sword, he rushed towards the roof of the Qianjin Building without hesitation.

Afraid of Huaiyi's strong heart and desire to fly, he wants to go to the blue sky and kill the immortals!