Chapter 1573: Life for Life

However, the strength of Emperor Ling is so strong. The sixth-level saint is one of the strongest among all the saints present.

He wants to kill someone, who can stop him?

What's more, the person he wanted to kill was a descendant of the Imperial Realm. This was as easy as squeezing an ant to death.

At this moment, Qin Xuan felt that his body was penetrated by the terrible imperial pressure. The true energy in his body was suppressed and could not flow at all. The starry sky was rotating rapidly, and the starlight spread all over his body. However, it was useless. .

In the face of absolute suppression of strength, any resistance is pale and powerless.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but show a hint of despair in his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is he going to die here today?

It seems that dying in the hands of a strong sixth-level saint is enough to be proud of.

The extremely terrifying emperor's palm print fell down, the murderous intent was extremely powerful, as if it wanted to suppress everything below.

But at this moment, a figure disappeared from Qin Xuan's side, and the next moment, it appeared under the palm print.

That figure was none other than Ximen Guyan. He was surrounded by the powerful pressure of the holy way. He grabbed his hand forward and a simple purple sandalwood long harp appeared in his hand. It was the Hanyan harp.

The word "Han Yan" was taken from Zhuge's poetry.

At this moment, Ximen Guyan raised his head and looked at the imperial palm print that was constantly enlarging in his pupils. There was no fear in his eyes, but only relaxation and relief. There was even a faint smile on his face, It seems that I am about to fulfill my wish that has not been achieved for many years.

Seeing Ximen Guyan's actions, everyone in the Nine Regions couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. What is Ximen Guyan going to do?

"Father!" Ximen Bingyue's delicate body trembled suddenly, her face was as pale as paper, tears burst into her eyes, how could she not know what Ximen Guyan wanted to do.

Give your own life in exchange for Qin Xuan's survival.

"Father-in-law!" Xuanyuan Potian also shouted, his eyes were extremely red, and his breath was almost uncontrollable. The scene in front of him had a huge impact on him.

The saint of the Di family wanted to kill Qin Xuan, but his father-in-law wanted to save Qin Xuan even at the expense of himself. This was so selfless and fearless.

Qin Xuan naturally realized what Ximen Guyan wanted to do. His eyes opened wide in an instant, with a look of extreme fear on his face, and he shouted crazily at Ximen Guyan: "No! Leave quickly!"

However, Ximen Guyan still stood there. He looked down and landed on Qin Xuan, his expression extremely peaceful.

"My child, my teacher is incompetent and failed to teach you well. So far, you have not learned the piano skills, so that you have been ridiculed by others. Today, my teacher will teach you the last song. Please listen carefully and don't forget it again."

There was a sense of desolation and sadness in Ximen Guyan's voice, like the emotion of a hero in his twilight years, or the instructions when parting, which made people feel inexplicably sad after listening to it.

Many people stared at the figure in mid-air, and their hearts trembled slightly. Is this the ancient piano demon who was so magnificent that his piano skills were the best in the nine realms?

Such courage is awe-inspiring and admirable.

"Gu Yan!" Jiuxian and Qingyun Sword Saint both made a hoarse voice. At this time, they wanted to rush to save people, but it was already too late.

This actually happened in a very short period of time, and there was no time for people to react. Emperor Ling was determined to let Qin Xuan die in order to seize the Devouring Crystal from his body.

"This song is called Hero's Tears!"

Ximen Guyan flicked his sleeves, showing off his heroic spirit and peerless splendor, as if he was the only one in the world.

His hands fell on the strings, and in just a moment, his expression became extremely sharp, and his long hair flew like a sharp sword. The strings trembled, and wisps of powerful holy power were heard floating out, spreading throughout the world. Heaven and earth, spread to everyone's ears.

"Wolf smoke rises, the nine realms are in turmoil, monsters emerge, storms and clouds arise, the sword energy is like frost, and the heart is as white as the Milky Way."

"Thousands of years of galloping, who can resist? They are crazy by nature, and wherever the sound of the piano comes, many talented heroes will die and be wounded."

"..."

Loud and bold voices came out from Ximen Guyan's mouth, as if he was telling his life experience. They were wonderful and heroic, like an epic hymn. Many people felt their blood surge after listening to it, and looked at Ximen Guyan's eyes. A little more admiration and reverence.

After Ling Rui Ri heard the music, his body trembled violently. He and Ximen Guyan often played together and knew what music the other party was good at.

He had never heard the other party play this song "Hero's Tears" before.

It seems that Ximen Guyan has already prepared it and will only play it when it is time to go.

And just as Ling Lueyi was thinking, the emperor's palm print that destroyed everything had arrived, and under the palm print was Ling Lueye's body.

The palm prints continued down, the music of the piano floated, and a terrifying storm of piano music was born in that space. The music of the piano stirred up countless spiritual energy, condensing layers of defensive light curtains, straddling the top of Ximen Guyan's head, trying to block the emperor's palm prints.

From the beginning to the end, Ximen Guyan just lowered his head to play without looking up.

When he played the song "Hero's Tears", he was prepared for everything and looked down on life and death.

Above the void, Emperor Ling looked at Ximen Guyan below with indifferent eyes, and said coldly: "Do you want to die?"

He stepped forward, and a series of imperial palm prints burst out from under his feet, crossing the space and killing Ximen Guyan's body. Each palm print contained great terrifying power.

Emperor Ling didn't hold back at all. Since Ximen Guyan wanted to die, he would fulfill his wish.

At this time, Dugu Jian, Fire Lord, Thunder Lord and Yan Qingfeng also arrived.

The four of them looked up at the sky at the same time, and a powerful holy power emanated from their bodies. The body of the Fire Lord seemed to have turned into a furnace of heaven and earth. Blazing flames rose from his body and turned into a giant dragon of fire, rising up and killing upwards.

The body of the Thunder Lord continued to rise, and a deafening thunder sound came from his body. The sun's light continued to fall down, reflecting the light of thunder, releasing a more powerful aura.

Dugu Jian's eyes swept across the void. Those eyes were like sword eyes, terrifying to the extreme. There were actually terrible sword intents bursting out of his eyes, as if only one glance could take a person's life.

He slapped his palm towards the void, and countless Lingtian sword qi came out to kill, sweeping the wind and clouds. The world seemed to have turned into a sword domain, and the sword qi was raging wildly.

Around Yan Qingfeng, a series of holy goose phantoms appeared, emitting an extremely pure and holy aura. The holy geese spread their wings and flew, and the flawless fairy light penetrated the sky and earth like a holy sword, piercing the falling palm prints.

Qin Xuan looked at the four figures in front of him, and his heart was full of gratitude. He didn't expect that he, a junior in the emperor realm, could let the four masters of the Divine Palace take action for him. What an honor it was.

"I want to kill people, and you can't stop me!"

Di Ling spit out a disdainful voice. Even if there were five saints blocking the way, it would still be easy for him to kill an emperor.

The emperor's glory shone in the air, and Di Ling's body disappeared. Then a strong fluctuation came from the space around Qin Xuan, and Di Ling walked out of it, with a cold look on Qin Xuan.

Seeing Di Ling appear in front of him, Qin Xuan knew what the other party's intention was.

This Di Ling, the killing intention towards him is really strong!

"You little brat, prepare to die!" Di Ling grabbed Qin Xuan's body with his palm, and there was a brilliant holy light flowing in his palm. He slapped it out, as if the way of heaven had come, irresistible.

Ximen Guyan was the closest to Qin Xuan. He flashed and directly blocked between Di Ling and Qin Xuan's body. There was an invisible piano sound stirring around him, turning into layers of defensive light curtains.

However, this palm was released directly by Di Ling with his palm, and the power was stronger than the previous palm. The palm fell on the light curtain, and the light curtain shattered in an instant.

But the palm continued to move forward and slapped Ximen Guyan's chest. Then Ximen Guyan's body was directly blown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Master!" Qin Xuan looked at the direction where Ximen Guyan flew with a worried look, and then an extremely cold breath was released from his body, the chill was so strong that the surrounding space was about to solidify.

Qin Xuan stared at Di Ling's body with his eyes full of murderous intent. If he didn't destroy the Di family, he would be a disciple in vain!

"Ximen Guyan." Dugu Jian, Fire Lord, Thunder Lord and Yan Qingfeng all looked at Ximen Guyan and sighed in their hearts.

They tried their best, but Ximen Guyan insisted on exchanging his life for his life, and they had no choice.

As Di Ling said, if he wanted to kill a person in the imperial realm, it would be useless unless he was restrained by a being at the same level as him.

In front of the saint, people in the imperial realm were really like ants, and a look could destroy them.

Di Ling frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Ximen Guyan. He didn't expect that Ximen Guyan was really serious and wanted to exchange his life for the life of his disciple.

This is really crazy.

Just a disciple, is it necessary to fight so hard?

At this time, Ximen Guyan kept spitting blood from his mouth, his breath was extremely weak, and he didn't know how many meridians in his body were destroyed by the emperor's will. The power of true essence could not be circulated. Although he still had a glimmer of life, he was almost like a useless person, and his lifelong cultivation was gone in an instant.

After all, Di Ling was a sixth-level saint. If he used all his strength to strike, not many people in the world could withstand it.

At this moment, countless cold eyes looked in the direction of Di Ling. If the eyes could kill, Di Ling's body would have been riddled with holes, and I don't know how many times he would have died.

Qin Xuan's body flashed and came to Ximen Guyan's body.

Looking at the teacher who was once heroic, now with a sallow complexion, weak breath, and a body weaker than ordinary people, Qin Xuan only felt a pain of thousands of swords piercing his heart. If it weren't for saving him, the teacher would not have become like this.

Ximen Guyan looked at Qin Xuan, forcing a smile on his face, and said, "Boy, a cultivator should be as firm as a rock and not be affected by emotions. This is all the teacher can do for you. The rest of the way will depend on you alone."