Chapter 508 Strength

The night of Di'an City is prosperous. The bustling lights of Longping River, Jiuqu Lane, and Meigui Fang, which never sleep, can reach the sky every night. However, in the final analysis, this prosperity only provides a very small number of people in Di'an City. , most of the people have nothing to do with these prosperity. They still live like farmers in the countryside, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

When the white light illuminates the sky and the window lattice becomes translucent due to the brilliance, the people who are sleeping in a daze just think that the sun has come out for a new day. They endure the fatigue and get out of bed to get dressed and prepare to start a new day of work.

But when they pushed open the door and saw the scenery above the dark night sky, screams of shock or anger echoed in every corner of Di'an City.

It was still dark outside, but under the night was a scene they had never seen in their lives.

There will also be thunder on snowy nights.

Snowflakes can also be burned.

Rumbling thunder came from the clouds. Under the clouds, the wind was like a waterfall, and the flying snow was like the sea. A spell formed a sea of ​​fire in the sky, reflecting the entire Di'an City like daylight.

As soon as the light began to shine in the sky, it attracted the attention of almost everyone in Di'an City.

Most of them are common people who have just woken up from their dreams, but there are also many cultivators.

However, when these cultivators looked at the vision under the sky, they were no better than the common people. They could only vaguely sense the energy energy in Di'an City surging crazily through the surrounding source energy, and it seemed that there was great power in it. Fighting method.

After a short period of silence, noise and chaos gradually began to spread in Di'an City.

But before the chaos even started, it was stopped by those red streams of light trailing across the sky.

"There is a curfew tonight. Anyone who leaves the house without permission will be killed!"

"After a quarter of an hour, anyone who lingers in the market will be killed!"

"Those who dare to attempt to cause trouble and become thieves will be killed!"

Through the communication crystal, the School of the Alien Beast Division under the City Defense Department has already begun to take action. Red flying ducks quickly flew across the sky, and thick sounds resounded in the low altitude of Di'an.

As the birds passed by, the gatehouses of the military camps in Di'an were already opened. With the sound of heavy hooves, the cavalry soldiers on duty filed out and started cleaning the streets for the second time along the streets.

The bugle was blown, and the military academy on duty entered their posts. The sleeping soldiers were awakened and began to assemble urgently. The violent organs belonging to Di'an City had already begun to operate in an orderly manner when the crisis came.

This is Di'an City.

This is the safest imperial capital in Yangyang Dayan!

With a panoramic view of everything below, Emperor Xien hid his eyes under his robe and narrowed his eyes unconsciously.

He had read the letters sent from the crown prince back to the mainland of the empire from that small island country, and also knew that there was such a huge dynasty named Dayan sitting on the side of that island country.

However, in those letters, there was not much information about the Dayan Dynasty. Most of it came from the oral accounts of the captured island nation sergeants.

Summarizing the prisoners' descriptions of Dayan, we can only get four words.

Like a god.

Even after hundreds of years of harassment, the people of these island countries still don't know the national strength of the Great Yan Dynasty.

No matter how successful their plan to board the sea is, as long as they want to establish a long-term gathering place in the coastal corner of the Great Yan Dynasty, an invincible army will appear and push them into the sea easily.

He once thought it was an exaggeration, an exaggeration made by the islanders to numb them, but when he saw it tonight, it seemed that it was not a lie.

Not only because of these low-level sergeants and the huge spell lines in the sky that are so huge that they can't be seen at a glance, but also because of the terrifying auras lurking in the dark.

Since he appeared, four terrifying auras in the Imperial Capital of Yan Dynasty have cast voyeuristic glances at him.

Moreover, this is only apparent.

Those who are hiding in the dark and have never shown their aura may still be able to count them with a palm.

With his eyes lowered, Emperor Sean's thoughts flashed across his mind for a moment, and it was only at this moment of distraction that a green-gang sword approached him.

The sword's edge was as white as snow, crossing the sea of ​​​​fire, as if blending with the surrounding snow.

Emperor Sean frowned slightly and subconsciously leaned back.

But Qing Yuan just made a simple move and already made it inevitable for him to avoid it.

A delicate sword wire brought by the sword's edge broke through the light around Emperor Sean, crossed his side face, and lifted his robe and hat off. His blond hair fell instantly in the wind, revealing the beauty underneath. An angular face like a god.

Feng Jiuxuan did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, but looked at the emperor from a foreign land with his sword in hand, with a cold look in his narrow eyes:

"the second time."

This was the second time the foreign emperor had been distracted in a battle with him, and the second time he had spared him a hand.

Emperor Xi'an glanced at the white-clothed Yanren who sheathed his sword, and silently raised his hand to wipe the golden blood seeping out of his cheek. With a wave of his hand, the golden blood fell into the dark city of Di'an with the wind and snow.

He met his gaze and said in a very calm voice:

"Opportunity is given to you, but you don't want it.

"Also, I didn't let you."

"Master, that man is injured."

Ran Qingmo's beautiful black eyes were unblinking, and his voice was clear: "But it seems that he was distracted."

Ran Jianli held the hilt of the giant sword and shook his head:

"It's not that he's distracted, he's alert. That person is guarding Di'an's city defense formation, and he is also guarding the other saints in the city."

This saint from Xi'en was guarding the surroundings while fighting Feng Jiuxuan. He was scratched by the sword energy for the first time after ten moves.

This person is very strong.

While thinking, Ran Jianli's hand holding the hilt of the giant sword suddenly loosened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

No, this seems to be a trap.

This Saint Xien is using Feng Jiuxuan's pride to set a trap for him. It seems that this Saint Xien does not have any pride of a strong man.

Thinking in his heart, Ran Jianli shook his head gently again.

However, in this situation, you must do everything you can to win a glimmer of hope.

As soon as Ran Jianli's thoughts flashed through his mind, he saw that the sea of ​​fire above the sky was extinguished instantly, and replaced by countless surging silks, like breeze, like dragons dancing in the wind and snow.

The sudden change made Ran Qingmo's eyes reveal a hint of confusion:

"Master, what are those silks?"

Ran Jianli did not answer immediately.

With Ran Qingmo's cultivation, he could only see the silk-like ribbons surrounding Emperor Xien and Feng Jiuxuan, but as a saint, he could see it clearly.

Those ribbons are similar to the Holy Source Energy. They look smooth, but inside they are densely engraved with various spells. These flying spells have already trapped Feng Jiuxuan in the middle.

These spells are somewhat similar to their Great Flame formation, but the principles are fundamentally different.

The Great Flame formation needs to be engraved on a physical body, while the one condensed by the Saint Xien is completely an energy body.

Thinking in his heart, Ran Jianli's hand holding the giant sword moved slightly, as if he was changing his position to deal with the enemy in his mind.

If he was in Feng Jiuxuan's place, how would he break the situation.

Try to cut off these spells with the giant sword skills?

Or directly open the Dao domain?

Just thinking, Ran Jianli suddenly sensed something wrong again. Looking at those ribbons, his eyes suddenly moved up, and finally fell on the clouds where snow was falling continuously.

Then,

his originally calm and leisurely eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.

The clouds were also engraved with spells.

The snow petals that drifted down from there already had a bit more divine brilliance.

"Wow"

It seemed like surprise, like admiration.

There was a hint of excitement on Ran Jianli's wrinkled face.

There were actually only two things he wanted to do when he showed up at the Xiangfu tonight.

First, to protect his beloved apprentice.

Second, to personally investigate the changes in the Xiangfu.

But now,

he suddenly wanted to do one more thing.

He wanted to go up and kill the Sean Saint with his own hands.

He, Ran Jianli, was not a martial arts fanatic, but he also enjoyed the pleasure of fighting with the same strong people.

But unfortunately, he hadn't felt this pleasure for a long time.

As he got older, his cultivation increased, and his status continued to improve, his every move gradually began to represent many things.

I remember that the last time he fought was when he was in the Transcendent Realm.

After breaking through the Saint Realm, Ran Jianli hadn't fought with anyone for more than 30 years.

The pleasure of revenge and the thrill of wandering between life and death in his youth have almost been forgotten by the years, and now there is such an opportunity in front of him, how can he not be excited?

Ran Jianli's breathing was slightly tight, his strong body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the giant sword in front of him.

"Om--"

The giant sword in his hand seemed to sense the owner's mood and issued a heavy sword chant!

The heavy sword chant spread and swept out, and the entire Xiangfu was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks!

After sensing this Qi, Ran Jianli immediately came back to his senses and tried to calm the boiling emotions in his chest.

As the leader of the Zongmeng and the leader of the Jianzong, he needs to be rational.

Although it is fair to take action now, with the righteousness of Da Yan in hand, it is best for the Zongmeng and the Jianzong to choose to watch the fire from the other side.

After all,

This matter was always caused by the Xiangguo Mansion.

While Ran Jianli was hesitating and struggling whether to rush to the Heavenly Stem Saint Xien, Ran Qingmo suddenly raised his slender index finger and poked his waist, calling softly:

"Master."

Ran Jianli suddenly came back to his senses, suppressed the excitement in his heart, coughed lightly, and forced a soft tone:

"Qingmo, what's wrong?"

"Father Xu Yuan is here."

"Ah?"

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Ran Qingmo blinked and looked behind Ran Jianli.

Ran Jianli raised his eyebrows slightly, looked back slowly, and then his eyes turned slightly cold.

On the stairs of the small building, a middle-aged man in a black dragon robe was walking slowly down, his steps were steady and calm.

Ran Jianli looked at Xu Yinhe, and his tone suddenly became cold:

"The Prime Minister is really good at this. My sword energy can't even sense your arrival."

Xu Yinhe looked normal, walked in front of the master and disciple, and said softly:

"You were distracted just now."

"Hmph."

Ran Jianli snorted coldly, looked at him deeply, and then cast his eyes to the sky again, with a somewhat unfriendly tone:

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

Xu Yinhe glanced at him, his deep eyes smiling: "If I remember correctly, this should be my mansion?"

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Ran Jianli was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand to pull Ran Qingmo's wrist and walked out:

"Qingmo, let's go, follow me back to the National Master's Mansion"

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Ran Qingmo's eyes widened, and he subconsciously grabbed the window sill.

She didn't want to leave yet.

But the next moment,

"Pah."

The wooden window sill was pulled down completely. Ran Qingmo grabbed the removed window sill with one hand, and his whole body was forcibly pulled out by the sturdy old man Ran Jianli. The lotus boots on his feet left a groove on the wooden floor. His black eyes blinked and looked at the old man Xu Yuan beside him for help.

Watching this scene from the side, Xu Yinhe was silent for a moment, and said dumbly:

"National Master, I just sensed the sword chant of Chongwu, so I came to see it."

The footsteps stopped, and Ran Jianli glared at the precious apprentice who was unwilling to leave the house with a complicated look, and said to Xu Yinhe:

"What's the matter, just say it."

Xu Yinhe raised his eyes and looked at the vortex of light in the sky:

"Big brother doesn't like to be disturbed, so I hope you, the national master, can restrain yourself."

"Hehe."

Ran Jianli chuckled and let go of his apprentice.

Ran Qingmo stood up straight, looked down at the wooden window sill she had pulled off, and then carefully looked at Xu Yuan's father across from her. After a little hesitation, she put it into the Xumi Ring.

She planned to wait until her master and Xu Yuan's father left to see if she could put it back on.

Ran Jianli noticed his beloved disciple's thoughts, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably, but he still focused his attention on the Prime Minister of Dayan in front of him, and raised the price on the spot:

"If you want me not to take action, you can tell me the identity of the Xien Saint first?"

"He is the emperor of Xien."

"What?"

"I am also confused about this, but that's what the intelligence says."

"Really..."

Ran Jianli murmured, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he smiled carelessly, clasped his hands, and whispered:

"Since you are so generous, I won't say it tonight, but for such a big thing, Prime Minister Xu, won't you go up to help Feng Jiuxuan?"

Speaking of this, Ran Jianli's eyes were filled with deep meaning:

"The Emperor Xien is very strong. If Feng Jiuxuan dies tonight, your Prime Minister's Mansion may not be able to handle it."

Xu Yinhe heard the meaning of the other party's words, but his expression was not the slightest bit rippled.

Death tonight, not at the hands of Emperor Xien.

Tonight's movement was too loud, and there were too many people peeping.

It seems that only Emperor Xien and Feng Jiuxuan are on the sky, but in private, there are several saints who are eager to try like Ran Jianli.

Among these people, some are targeting Emperor Xien, but some are not.

Xu Yinhe exhaled lightly and uttered four words:

"It's almost over."

Ran Jianli chuckled:

"Are you so confident in Feng Jiuxuan?"

Xu Yinhe stared at Ran Jianli for a few breaths, and slowly uttered a sentence:

"Twenty years ago, Feng Jiuxuan defeated me for the first time."

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Ran Jianli raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and stepped back to the window in an instant.

He didn't think Xu Yinhe would joke with him about this.

Above the sky, streams of light rose up, and two figures flew rapidly in the dark clouds and snowy night, sword lights and spells rang together, and roars that seemed to be able to shatter the void continued to be heard.

If it weren't for the Imperial Capital's city defense formation that opened a layer of shield in the low sky, I'm afraid that now large areas of the city would have been turned into ruins because of the shock from the sky.

Ran Jianli watched for two breaths, his eyes filled with doubt:

"It's almost over? Why do I feel like they've just started?"

Xu Yinhe sighed softly, his tone faint:

"National Master,

"Just now Feng Jiuxuan only used his strength from twenty years ago.

"Now, the test is over."

As soon as the voice fell,

the world suddenly changed, a huge hollow vortex began to emerge above the snow clouds, the source of heaven and earth began to boil, a strong wind suddenly rose, and those silk patterns and holy light snowflakes in the sky were sucked up.

And in the center of this huge vortex,

a man in white slowly lifted Qingyuan.

Try five thousand tomorrow?

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