Chapter 509 Tonight, Mingjiuxuan

Starlight danced wildly, dark clouds surged and rolled back, and a tornado vortex was quietly forming.

The world was silent,

the whole world seemed to be left with only that white robe and the sword in his hand.

Each generation knows its own story.

People in today's world only know that the sword of Changge of Xiangfu is famous all over the world, and all the heroes in the world bow their heads when they see it. But once upon a time, the eldest son of the Feng family also amazed the world with his three-foot green peak.

It's just that those years were too brilliant, countless geniuses emerged, and Feng Jiuxuan was just one of those stars, and his glory was overshadowed by the man beside him.

But on this snowy night, the world saw again why this man in white was named the Sword Saint.

Everyone's eyes converged, so much so that they even forgot that there was another person in the center of the storm.

Emperor Sean looked at the figure in the void, and his indifferent eyes finally had a touch of solemnity.

The magic network he had compiled began to collapse uncontrollably when the opponent's sword force condensed, spreading rapidly from the details to every corner of the spell ribbon.

As the white sword slowly raised, the wind and snow had no sound, and the streams stirred up by the Longping River constantly hit the side of the pleasure boats on it, and the huge waves even capsized many boats.

This is a power he has never seen before.

It belongs to the power of the ancient dynasty called Da Yan under his feet.

Emperor Xien's heartbeat accelerated for the first time.

And this quiet and inaudible movement was clearly captured by Feng Jiuxuan.

According to the nephew.

The magic of Xien cultivators is not released through the meridians, but through something called "magic ring" surrounding the heart.

Therefore, when Feng Jiuxuan heard this accelerated heartbeat, he hesitated.

It was a rare opportunity to face the strongest person on the other side of the ocean. If he could not see his heyday, wouldn't it be a pity?

But just as this thought flashed through his mind, Feng Jiuxuan still moved.

He chose to respect his opponent.

Any mercy would be a blasphemy to the strong.

So, he swung down the sword in his hand.

The dark clouds with snow drifting in the sky were already circling like the center of a storm, and as he swung his sword down, a crack gradually appeared above the dark clouds.

The sword fell,

The bright moonlight followed the cracked clouds and the snow fell quietly, everything was quiet and beautiful.

This is a sword.

It is also a sword of ten thousand swords, pure and perfect.

The wind pressure came, and Emperor Sean's waterfall-like golden hair was like snow under the reflection of the holy light.

And at this moment,

For the first time in his life, he felt a breath called death.

The beating of his heart kept accelerating.

This was the acceleration of his magic ring, and also the acceleration of physiology.

When people have been at the top of the world for too long, when everything is within their reach, the threshold of human desire will rise infinitely, until everything in the world can no longer move them, the heartbeat will no longer have any waves, and people can no longer be called people.

In his eyes, the falling sword seemed like a moment, and it seemed like eternity.

Emperor Sean's handsome face, like a god, showed a wave, his thin lips curled up a smile, and his eyes looked at the white figure in the sky with a hint of excitement.

"You are very strong."

Emperor Sean said so.

When the voice came out, his heartbeat had reached the limit, and the countless and complicated ring-shaped patterns attached to it had long been shining.

Behind him, four bat-like and white-winged phantom wings appeared, and a huge ring-shaped halo appeared behind him.

Then,

Emperor Sean slowly raised his hand towards the falling sword.

He wanted to catch the falling sword head-on.

"Feng Jiuxuan is crazy"

In the outer city of Di'an, surrounded by bamboo trees, a stream gurgles, and the disturbed snowflakes drift into an open-air pavilion beside the stream.

Here, you can see the strange sword scene in the sky above the city.

There are four figures in the empty pavilion, two sitting, two standing, three men and one woman.

One of the two sitting people is middle-aged, with a dignified appearance, and the nobleness of a superior is faintly revealed between his eyebrows.

And behind him stands a woman.

She has delicate eyebrows and eyes, especially her big eyes.

In addition to her gorgeous appearance, the girl's forehead is more noticeable for the two bulges that look like deer antlers.

This tells her identity.

As her black hair dances, the two deer antlers look quite cute at first glance.

The girl's eccentric eyes swirled around, hovering back and forth on the man in white in the sky, her red lips opening and closing as if she wanted to ask a question, but looking at the meticulous back of the man in front of her, she curled her lips and swallowed her curiosity.

The middle-aged man looked at the strange scene in the sky from a distance, and said with a hint of sigh:

"If this sword falls, your Great Yanhuang City will probably be destroyed by half."

Compared with the middle-aged man's majestic bearing, the hunchbacked old man sitting opposite him seemed quite wretched and gloomy. He was hunchbacked and had a goatee, which he would twirl from time to time with his hands.

He listened to the middle-aged man's evaluation and smiled sinisterly:

"There is a city defense formation. The formation diagram in Di'an City has been changed for thousands of years and can withstand the tossing of Feng Jiuxuan and the saint for a while."

While the two were talking, the two people above Di'an collided.

In the brilliance of the smoke and snow, a silent wave spread out, and the wind pressure swept through the rows of blocks in Di'an City, crossed the towering city wall, and swept toward the mountains and forests in all directions.

Seeing this scene, the rickety old man frowned slightly, raised his finger slightly, and a layer of transparent halo instantly enveloped the pavilion. After doing this, he whispered:

"The Qi Ji has been rolled over, so you and I will be fine. Xiao Qin also has Dao Yun, but your girl may be discovered."

"Qing'er, hold your breath."

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged and he gave a faint order.

"good."

The girl behind him responded softly, and then looked over there excitedly, taking this opportunity to ask the question that she had been holding back for a long time:

"Dad, who do you think will win among the two humans?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and replied softly:

"Originally I thought Yan Ren would win, but now it seems that we still don't know who will win. That saint from the sea is really very strong."

The girl's dark eyes rolled and she asked softly:

"Then they compare with you, daddy."

"Qing'er, hold your breath!"

The middle-aged man's voice was sharp, and as soon as he finished speaking, shock ripples over Di'an were already sweeping over.

The entire bamboo forest was like a ten-level gust of wind that was suddenly experienced, and the sound of "crackling" and breaking of green bamboos was endless. Fortunately, the wind pressure came and went quickly, leaving behind a mess all over the ground and moving further away. Howl away

The bamboo forest outside the city has returned to calm, but the fighting in the sky above Di'an City has become increasingly fierce.

Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Xi'an were moving faster and faster, like light rays flying back and forth over Di'an City. Their speed was so fast that even the eyesight of some extraordinary warriors could not keep up with their fighting movements.

After Lou Ji arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion from the Black Prison, she looked at the sky without saying a word.

Since he didn't dare to walk around, Xu Yuan could only stand with the big succubus, and then pretended to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

But he couldn't see clearly, not at all.

He didn't know where his uncle and Emperor Sean were fighting, and who had the upper hand. He could only see that the light pollution in the sky was pouring out like it was free of charge.

It feels like a passerby in a novel and picture book, watching the protagonist fighting in the sky.

But he still has some sense of participation.

after all,

The one above is his uncle, and the other one was designed and summoned by him himself.

However, the time of waiting for the results is still a bit painful.

Time passes minute by minute,

When Xu Yuanzheng was hesitating whether to go back to the inner courtyard and wait, the voice of the big succubus next to him came with a hint of sigh:

"That Emperor Xien is very strong, but it's a pity."

"Uncle won?" Xu Yuan asked quickly after hearing this.

Lou Ji glanced back at him, and suddenly realized that this boy couldn't see the situation clearly. She smiled, raised her long index finger, and lightly tapped his eyebrow:

"Well, Changtian, you'd better watch it yourself."

In an instant, Xu Yuan suddenly felt a gentle force pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness, guiding his spiritual vision into a warm and delicate world.

Then,

Xu Yuan found that everything around him became ethereal and clear.

It's somewhat similar to the perception I got when I transformed into a White Walker, but this time it's clearer than when I transformed into a White Walker.

It's just a pity that this field of view is fixed and cannot be moved as desired.

Lou Ji guided him into her sea of ​​consciousness without any precautions, and shared her vision with him.

As far as the eye can see.

The two figures were flying across the sky like stars, and every collision would emit a terrifying shock.

Feng Jiuxuan's white clothes fluttered in the wind, stained with some bright red blood.

But compared to him,

Emperor Sean, who was wearing a purple-black robe, looked even more embarrassed. The robe became tattered due to the sword energy, and golden blood seeped out from under it, and spilled into the dark night sky due to the high-speed movement.

With Xu Yuan's eyesight, he could see that his uncle had the absolute upper hand, but it would take some time to determine the winner.

As a body-melting powerhouse who had visited the Half-Saint before, Xu Yuan knew very well that if powerhouses like them could no longer decide the winner in a short period of time, the time for the decisive victory would be extended infinitely.

However, after thinking for a moment, Xu Yuan suddenly realized what Lou Ji was talking about.

The two were galloping in the wrong direction.

In the constant collision, the two of them were almost on the way to Miyagi.

After realizing this, Xu Yuan's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

You really want to fight at the top of the Forbidden City, right?

However, the Great Yan Royal Family would not give them this opportunity.

The Dayan royal family left these two alone because of political and other considerations, but this tolerance was based on the condition that the majesty of the Dayan royal family was not provoked.

As the two of them got closer and closer to the palace, above the dense dark clouds, a layer of translucent light film had quietly condensed, and the thick lines on it exuded a heart-stopping power.

Di'an's city defense formation has been fully activated.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Xu Yuan caught a glimpse of the golden blood spilled from the corner of his eye, and suddenly noticed something was wrong, and subconsciously activated his spiritual vision.

But as soon as the thought came up, Lou Ji let out a sweet cry:

"Xu Changtian, what are you doing? This is my sister's sea of ​​consciousness, and there will be foreign repulsion!"

Xu Yuan's voice was a little urgent and he said quickly:

"Sister, use your mind and soul to see the golden blood left by Emperor Xi'en!"

Lou Ji frowned when he heard the words, but still obeyed and followed the instructions, her soul searching for the spilled golden blood.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yuan immediately attached some spiritual vision to Lou Ji's soul.

The next moment,

"What's this?"

An incredulous murmur came from Lou Ji's red lips.

I saw that after being attached to Xu Yuan's spiritual vision, the originally ordinary golden blood under the soul quietly changed, and every drop of blood seemed to contain infinite energy.

And in the battle just now,

This blood has been scattered in every corner of the Great Yan Emperor's capital.

At first, there were only one or two light particles, but as some kind of fluctuation came, these three or two light particles quickly burned like a prairie fire.

Light particles are connected to each other.

Lines are connected from points, and surfaces are formed from lines.

Within a few breaths, golden rays of light were woven into a complicated spell, and quickly spread in Di'an City.

"Buzz————"

Golden blood spilled into the air, buzzing and roaring in the sky, and the heaven and earth suddenly dimmed.

The huge city of Di'an is like a giant beast crawling between heaven and earth. The huge light film formed by the city protection formation reaches straight into the sky. At this moment, under the transparent film woven by the formation, a golden spell pattern appears. .

When many powerful people discovered it,

It already covers less than half of Di'an City.

The moment it took shape, the world seemed to solidify, and the white-clothed figure in the center of the spell formation shot towards the ground without any warning.

"Boom."

Di'an City was destroyed for the first time tonight.

"The farce is over."

In the messy bamboo forest pavilion, the middle-aged man looked at the golden light that lit up the city and breathed out softly:

"I really didn't expect that the Xi'an Dynasty from the sea would have such means. There is a high probability that the saint can use this to break through the Di'an formation."

The rickety old man sitting across from him looked a little gloating when he heard this:

"Sage Xi'en is indeed very strong, but this is not bad news for us. There is such a big commotion tonight. If that person still escapes, whether it is the prime minister's office or the royal family, the entire court will lose face."

As he spoke, he stroked his goatee:

"Besides, if Feng Jiuxuan dies, he can break the arm of the junior named Xu."

The middle-aged man glanced at the rickety old man who was smiling sinisterly, and said in a very soft voice:

"Looking at your expression, it seems like you want to cooperate with Nasien?"

"What happened tonight has proved their strength."

The rickety old man gently twirled his beard, and the look in his small eyes made people guess:

"But if we talk about cooperation, there is a high probability that it won't work. I just want to stop Xu Yinhe, not to lure the wolf into the house."

The middle-aged man glanced at him noncommittally, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

The rickety old man understood immediately when he saw this and smiled in a low voice:

"You Gu Yuan are different. We have been cooperating for so long. We are just using each other. In the end, who will win depends on his own methods."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rickety old man saw the middle-aged man opposite him stand up.

The slender white eyebrows were slightly raised, and the rickety old man could tell what the other party wanted to do:

"Bai Emperor, you don't want to intercept and kill that Saint Xien, do you?"

The middle-aged man stood on the spot, looking at the great Emperor An who was illuminated by the golden light, and said in a calm voice:

"If it's possible, of course, I'm very interested in their magic."

The rickety old man lowered his eyes and smiled, sighed softly, and stood up slowly:

"Then I can count myself as an old man. Some barbarians came to our Great Yan Emperor City to run wild, and something went wrong with the two boys in Emperor'an. As a senior, I have to teach them a lesson."

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.

The entire bamboo forest was suddenly so quiet that you could hear the snow falling.

Their eyes were fixed on the white robe in the middle of the holy golden light.

Standing alone in the void, Emperor Xien's purple and black robes were illuminated by golden light, and his figure looked like a god.

He looked down at the white-robed Yanren below.

He watched his white clothes stained with blood, watched him slowly stand up again from the ruins, and watched him glance at the broken spiritual sword in his hand.

At the moment when the forbidden curse takes shape,

Because of the intention of protecting the Lord, the spiritual sword was directly broken into two sections in the middle.

After a moment of silence, His voice sounded softly:

"mortal."

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The voice pierced his ears, but Feng Jiuxuan ignored the other party's noise. He calmly looked at the broken sword Qingyuan in his hand, looked at this spiritual sword that had been with him for most of his life, and slowly closed his eyes.

When Emperor Xi'en saw this scene, he didn't hold anything back and raised his hand to Feng Jiuxuan calmly:

"I haven't felt the emotion of excitement for a long, long time. Going all out is my last respect for you."

The words fell,

The golden light particles spread all over the small half of Di'an City suddenly shrank, and countless beams of light rose into the sky. The power on them hit the Di'an Formation, and the transparent light film condensed on the city-protecting formation instantly dimmed a bit.

All the powerful men in Di'an City realized what this god-like Saint Xien wanted to do.

He wants to destroy the Di'an formation while killing Feng Jiuxuan!

In the silence, the originally frantic flying snow returned to calm, falling from the sky.

The Golden Forbidden Curse condensed very quickly, faster than the speed of the Emperor's Formation. Its power reached its limit almost as soon as Emperor Xi En finished speaking.

Some people seemed to realize what was going to happen.

Once such a powerful spell is used, most of the streets in the prosperous Di'an City will be burned down.

What will the destruction of Di'an bring?

Some people are excited, some are silent, and some suddenly soar into the sky, rushing towards the god-like Saint Xien in the sky.

But the actions of these people all stopped at a certain moment.

The energy like an ocean condensed in the air, and the white light fell on the earth with the white snowflakes. The power of Xien's forbidden spell condensed by the blood of the Holy Emperor began to gather.

It's too late.

If the formation was activated at the beginning, if the absolute number of people was crushed at the beginning, this Saint from Xien would not have any chance of survival.

But they didn't.

The arrogance of the dynasty paid a price at this moment, and this price was the destruction of the imperial capital of the dynasty.

"Dang--"

In the wind and snow of the ruins, the broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The man in white standing in the center of the forbidden spell slowly opened his closed eyes.

There was no movement to take the sword,

no Qi flow,

he looked at Him in the sky,

he was empty-handed, but still seemed to be holding a sword.

Under the sky,

He radiated light, as if a god descended to the earth.

On the ground,

a white robe, three times brighter than snow.

And at this moment,

the god-like Emperor Sean raised his eyebrows.

There was still no breath flow, not even the breeze disturbed, but He saw a sword in the hands of the man below.

A desperate blow before death.

A touch of pity flashed in his indifferent eyes.

Respectable, but in vain.

The golden light spread throughout the Di'an City was gathered, and the ground veins began to tremble, as if brewing some kind of monstrous shock. Every living being in the Di'an City felt the approach of death at this moment.

The light of the golden spell array in the city shrank into a thin line, as if it fell from the sky, and as if it reached the sky from the ground.

Some people closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch, some began to plan the impact of the destruction of Di'an, and some were ready to use magic to take the life of Saint Xien.

In these discussions, the monstrous white light that seemed to be able to swallow everything came as expected, just like the punishment of the gods in the world fell on the heart of Da Yan.

The snow continued to fall, and the punishment came,

All sounds were silent at this moment,

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The hours passed,

The white light that reached the sky burst into dazzling light, but the expected destruction did not come.

Some people looked towards the center of the white light with doubts.

Then,

They saw an invisible sword blade that split the sky.

And,

The white-clothed swordsman holding the golden head.

Silence spread in Di'an City, and there was no sound in the huge city.

Tonight, Di'an had no punishment,

nor gods,

but

the swordsman, Feng Jiuxuan.

A little late,

Originally I had 7,000, but after thinking about it I decided to stop here

5,600 is also up to standard

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