1190 This Domain Is Unique

() Qingxuan's expression is ferocious, when he saw the bronze figure of Twelve Towns earlier, he knew something was wrong,

But he never expected that Wei Xu would temporarily abandon Li Biexue and attack the two of them first.

And as soon as he made a move, it was a swordsmanship of the thirteenth class of supreme supernatural powers!

Taihuang next to him is just a differentiated body, and his strength is only 60% of his body.

After being suppressed by the bronze men of the Twelve Towns, he was caught off guard and killed by this Wei Xu with a sword!

"Boundless beginning and end, supreme swordsmanship—"

Qingxuan's eyes were full of doubts for a moment. He knew that what Wei Xu learned was the magic art of the word 'mirror'.

The 'Flower in the Mirror, Water in the Moon' itself is only the eleventh class, barely comparable to the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

However, it can reflect any magical power, any skill. Therefore, if you encounter the strong, you will be strong, and if you encounter the weak, you will be weak.

But where did this photocopied Supreme Sword Art come from?

The immanence is immeasurable and always strong, so it should be that only Zongshou can display it.

However, as far as he knew, before Zongshou entered the holy rank, he would not have expected to delay such supernatural powers to the thirteenth supreme realm.

Before he had time to think carefully, Qingxuan instinctively wanted to escape for a flash. Flee far away from this land that is shrouded in confusion and divine law.

However, this idea just came up, but I felt the endless power of magnetism suddenly enveloped me.

His body weighed a million times, like a hundred great Mount Sumeru, pressing down on him. The huge tearing force not only made him need to deal with it with all his strength, so as not to be torn apart. The body is controlled by remote control, unable to escape at will, and is almost fixed in place.

"Xu Fu!"

An angry shout, with the intention of warning violence. Xu Fu laughed out loud, and stood there with a calm expression, saluting.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan has offended you! Xu Fu's fate is in the hands of others, how dare you not try your best? If you find out in the future, fellow Daoist, don't blame me."

While speaking, more Yuan Magnetic Power erupted. Layer upon layer, filling the void.

And just as the sound fell, Zong Shou's sword followed the sound. The sword is also divided into black and white, which is almost unbelievable!

Seeing this, Qingxuan raised his white eyebrows slightly, but his heart exploded, and he finally realized.

"The thirteenth class of supreme sword art! What Li Biexue wants to get is a weapon that can increase your mysterious ability!"

Didn't the two of them know this?

No wonder, Wei Xu would let Li Biexue go first, and kill Taihuang first.

Zong Shou heard the words with an indifferent expression and was not moved.

"late!"

The black and white sword light was still fierce and unpredictable. Going straight, it hit Qingxuan's whisk, the blade and the golden thread intertwined. But in a flash, those flexible silk threads that seemed to be cut continuously were broken.

But being blocked by Qingxuan, he couldn't penetrate Qingxuan's primordial soul, but stabbed at Qingxuan's shoulder.

However, the power of beginning and end of black and white also exploded. Qingxuan's entire arm, together with the flesh and blood on the left chest, were swallowed by this sword!

And Wei Xu's other sword followed at this time. This sword is also the thirteenth-class supreme sword art, but it is several times stronger when it is cast by the supreme sage!

Qingxuan was seriously injured, and Xu Fu restrained him. The golden silk whisk only made a slight resistance. It was forcibly chopped into pieces by Wei Xu's sword.

Then the whole body was sharply cut by the black and white sword, one sword in two sections!

At this time, Wei Xu laughed again: "Brother Bie Xue, do you want to leave now? I'm afraid it will be difficult to get what you want. Wei Xu really has been looking forward to this day for so many years——"

It was another sword, lifted into the sky and rose up. When it reached the point of seven thousand zhang, it rushed down with an unusually cold and sharp momentum. The sword is strong and powerful, and it is indescribably domineering!

Just stopping in front of Li Biexue who was about to escape from the void, it was still the end of Yuan Yi! With just one strike, Li Biexue's hand was completely chopped off!

Although the Magic Art of Mirror Flower and Water Moon can mirror all phenomena in the world, the same supernatural power can only be mirrored three times at most within a period of time, and it is not an infinite copy. After all, taking a picture in the mirror is only a moment.

But when Wei Xu raised his second sword, the body of the sword already showed the color of ashes.

Still the thirteenth class supreme, Styx died!

The dead gray sword light traversed the void following a strange and light trajectory.

And Li Biexue's eyes at this moment also showed a look of ashes.

Behind him is Lin Xuanjing, a member of Yuan Jing San, who entangles her closely. However, at any time, a fatal blow will be delivered.

In front of him is Wei Xu's sword, which is the supreme sword art that can injure the supreme saint even if it is a newborn baby regardless of rank!

The Taiyi Emperor Donghua even used countless golden silk vines to fill the entire void. It made him unable to move forward.

In addition, there is Xu Fu, who is about to make a move. The bronze man of the Twelve Towns, even from the beginning to the end, used the giant gem pupils to lock his aura from afar.

Twenty-four bronze giant fists and twelve bronze giant swords are capable of hurting him!

An indescribable despair. It is quietly spreading in the bottom of my heart.

I thought I was a hunter, but in the end it was the prey? Everything arranged here will become a Shura cemetery for burying himself——

At this time, Zong Shou had put his sword back into its sheath, and walked to the imperial study with Jin Buhui's primordial spirit.

At this time, no one can stop his footsteps. In this Fenghua Palace, almost all the holy rank venerables. At this time, they were all trapped by the ivy of Emperor Taiyi Donghua, and then strangled silently!

No one can escape from the Cangsheng Sword Formation, and no one can escape from the blockade of the surrounding Heavenly Judgment, Earth Floating Spirit Sword Formation.

It couldn't be done when these people still had the strength of the Holy Realm, let alone after they were suppressed by the bronze men of the Twelve Towns?

No need to do anything, just oppress with thoughts, and the intact imperial study room has already collapsed. It turned into pieces of dust, and was swept into the air by the strong wind that rose out of thin air.

Yin Yu was still sitting on the throne. Although his face was ashen and defeated, his body was still upright, with a bit of stubbornness, and he looked at Zong Shou coldly, as if he didn't let the wind fall, and kept his Last dignity. However, those hands have exhausted all their strength and grasped the armrest of the royal seat. It was also pale and lifeless.

"I've always kept my word. If I said I wanted to take Yin Yu's life, I would never break my word!"

Zong Shou didn't care about Yin Yu's gaze. With a calm expression, he glanced at Yin Yu and Zuo Xin, the two monarchs and ministers,

"I don't know how the world will evaluate today's events after thousands of years of time?"

It was not the two people in front who asked, but the best friend beside him.

Jin Buhui touched his nose subconsciously, only to realize that he was still a soul body. So I stopped this habitual movement, and said with a shy smile: "Ah, this one careless, I became a loyal and loyal minister. Delay your blessings, and I want my name to go down in history. Unexpectedly, I, Jin Buhui, will have today. ri, there will probably be posthumous titles in the future. Wenzheng, Wenzhen and so on dare not think about it, but Wenzhong and Wenlie are always unavoidable."

With complicated eyes, he glanced at Yin Yu. There is hatred, there is anger, there is pity and pity, and there is hatred for it. In the end, everything faded away.

He smiled again and said: "If you are in charge, you must be a loyal and direct minister who was mistakenly beheaded by the old and fatuous Emperor Yuanchen, and there must be a special book in the annals. Otherwise, how will it reflect the immorality of Yin Yu? Zong Shou, you are alive The benevolence and wisdom of the holy king? Then the final conclusion is drawn. Although Emperor Yuanchen was young, he was brave and intelligent, and he was good at using power and tactics to create a prosperous world for the great merchants. It is a pity that he is old and stupid, and he mistrusts traitors. He is the king of the great merchants and the country. "

Yin Yu's expression was even darker. Facial muscles twitched, the whole person could no longer support himself, lost all strength, and collapsed on the golden imperial chair.

He does not seek longevity, what he cares most about is the fame after death. However, at this moment, all the famous names of the whole life have been put in the water.

From the corner of his eye, Jin Buhui saw Zuo Xin again. This person has a bit of integrity, standing on the spot, but he is already exhausted. It is because he has cut off his vitality and destroyed all the chakras in his body.

For this Zuo Xin, Jin Buhui didn't care about it for a long time, and he didn't take it to heart. At this moment, he couldn't help sighing secretly, if he knew today, why bother?

"It seems that you and I have said too well."

Zong Shou rubbed his forehead with his fingers, with a weird expression: "It seems a bit too shameless, will people in future generations really write like that?"

"It will only go too far!"

Jin Buhui sneered, with a hint of sarcasm: "You disciples of the Dao of the common people will naturally praise you very much, so that the world can know the mistakes of Confucianism and prove your own orthodoxy. Most of your future officials will also try their best to beautify you. Tathagata once came , to unify the cloud world, it is justified, and it is blessed by heaven and earth. As for Confucianism—"

After humming a few times, Jin Buhui stopped speaking. After all, he was born in Confucianism, so it's not easy to say anything bad.

However, he knew that Zongshou was already an undeniable sage king in the entire Confucian school.

If you continue to slander, it will only shake the entire foundation of Confucianism again.

If those great Confucians were a little smarter, they would quote scriptures. Find out the scriptures that are suitable or not, and apply them to Zong Shou.

The sage king who surpassed the three emperors of ancient times, hangs down to rule the world with the scholar-bureaucrats, and does not sin with words, the king is under the law——

If you put aside all kinds of weird words, such as the words of destroying Confucianism, abolishing scientific examinations, electing officials by the people, and so on. Zong Shou is actually part of the Confucian sect, the most ideal kind of sage.

After contemplating for a moment, Jin Buhui finally concluded: "In short, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!"

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit? A good sentence is the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit—"

Yin Yu's expression struggled, and finally he let out a weak sigh,

"Your Majesty is benevolent, Yin Yu didn't ask for anything else before he died, but only asked that the twenty-seven imperial tombs of my Yin family will be safe and sound from now on, free from robbery."

"Can!"

Zong Shou cut off Yin Yu's head with a sword. When Yin Yu still had the final consciousness, he said coldly: "However, I also have a promise, and I will definitely make your Yin family's bloodline unique in this domain!"