At the gate of the city, the scenery is like the end of the world and the birth of a new world.
The magnificent scene is mingled with the heart shaking destruction, and all the Taixu snort together, and the explosion retreats for several kilometers. Other low-level friars all prostrate on the ground in the general scene of extinction, which is out of instinctive awe.
Guanghua is more and more prosperous. At this moment, an old voice suddenly resounds through the void: "Daoyou, it's over."
Brush... A green evergreen pine is made up of spiritual light. It seems that it shakes the stars and covers the moon. From the roof of rosefinch, it fills the sky in an instant. The green meets the sky. The green leaves flutter and the starry crown is gently lifted. The unbridled finger finally stopped.
The scene pressure is light, many low-level friars face below has shown the color of ecstasy.
Don't do it yourself!
However, they did not see that the face of Taixu and Zunsheng in the air was frozen.
It's just a shot
In the face of the great sage who can tear up the nine nine xuanhuang formation, he is thousands of miles away. How could he not fight back?
It's self denial.
"Little friend, stop it." Xu Yangyi finally stopped infusing spiritual power, but he didn't answer.
"I know what happened. Bensheng has some impression on you. Just now, the Song family also made a decision. "
Has the Song family made a decision?
The sky is quiet, and the eyes are changing between Xu Yangyi and Shen Tiancheng with their heartbeats. Don't you think it's peaceful for the old sage to come out in person? It must be... After all, this is a towering City, and that man is the young master of the Song family... Even the Taichu Legion in the distance watched this scene with great interest, which is enough to be engraved into history.
The rosefinch upstairs was silent. After a few seconds, he spoke again: "Song Yinfeng, because of selfishness, chased Xiaoyou all the way. At this point, he refused Xiaoyou outside the city. He had no heart or virtue, and his crime was unforgivable."
The strong wind swept the Dragon flag at the head of the city, and the voice of Bu Lao Da Sheng was very calm: "so, the current master of the Song family has ordered..."
"Kill the Song family's rebellious disciple song Yinfeng in zhuquelou! All those involved will be killed! "
The sound is like Huang Zhong and Da Lu, reaching all over the sky city.
This second, Shentian city is dead and silent.
Countless friars opened their mouths, took a breath, and their eyes were full of Venus. They knew every word of this sentence, but together, it was like Mars hitting the earth, which made their minds blank.
The next second, a low sound of cold air came out, and then it was unbelievable to mumble. In less than three seconds, the whole towering city formed a vast ocean, sweeping the sky!
"How can... The Song family... The Song family is soft!"“ No, isn't the great sage saying peace? Why is the first sentence the final conclusion of the golden rule? "“ My God... Before visiting Tiancheng, the Song family bowed their heads to the single friars... There has never been such a scene in tens of thousands of years! "“ Kill the next leader in the land of Longxing... My God... This... This is terrible! "
This is totally different from what they guessed!
"Daozu is up..." a monk Yuan Ying shivered all over and muttered hoarsely: "something really happened..."
The friar around him opened his mouth, his eyes were blank, and his heart was stormy: "this is the Song family... The Song family is superior! This... This has never happened since the establishment of the Seven Realms! "
Countless senior members of the Song family who stayed in the mansion were livid and biting their lips, but they could not resist the desire to rush out.
The situation is better than the people.
The Song family, who had never bowed their heads, could only hide their ears and steal bells in the face of this humiliating scene by shrinking in their own area and quietly licking their wounds.
Outside, the words of "Song family", "Song Yinfeng" and "Ben Lei" pierce their nerves like needles. At first, it was the tide, but now it has turned into a tsunami! The name of the Song family once again resounded through the towering City, but in this humiliating way! They want to be crazy, want to roar, want to rush out to fight for life and death, but they can't do it at all. They can only gnash their teeth and struggle in the mansion.
At this moment, a small teleportation array on the city tower suddenly blooms ten thousand points of golden light. A few seconds later, a figure with white hair appears there.
The same four swords run through the Japanese family emblem, wearing a black robe, and almost no one recognized him at the scene. However, when the elder kusheng, who was tied in reverse, saw the old man, he suddenly struggled, whimpered and screamed, and the drowning man looked like a driftwood in his eyes.
However, the other side's eyes just glanced at him, without a trace of stay.
The old man was holding a big box in his hand, and his voice was very calm: "dear friends, I met you for the first time, but I didn't think it was like this. It's really a pity."Xu Yangyi raised eyebrow finally: "Dao you is?"
Boiling the noise of the whole city, at this moment, the gate of the city is completely quiet. He is just like a star in the spotlight, every move, every word has a strange magic. It brings thousands of light.
With a smile on his face, the old man said, "I have been the head of the Song family for hundreds of years. It's normal for me to live in seclusion and not be heard of by Taoists.
Just calm scene, once again sounded the exclamation of incomparable emotion, concluded that this matter is not, the contemporary owners of the Song family come out in person?
The old man had never heard of it, and his face did not change at all: "it's song Yinfeng who did it wrong. The Song family has punished him severely. I really don't know the details. All the people concerned will deal with it. In the future, I hope to keep watch and help you. "
"Of course." Xu Yangyi nodded. If the Song family didn't come to provoke him, he would not provoke him. What the other party wants is the same answer. He also gives the other party a clear answer when he makes a vague inquiry.
Don't mess with me, everyone. It's been exposed.
"Good." The old man breathed a sigh of relief in silence, and raised the wooden box in his hand: "Song Yinfeng's head is here."
Dong... The wooden box is like a shooting star, falling straight in front of Xu Yangyi.
He walked forward with no expression, and looked around with countless eyes. Looking at his hand slowly open the wooden box, looking at the inside song Yinfeng's head, like a low tsunami of "ah..." nameless emotion, tide up and down.
They can't express the mood they want to be in.
The second son of the Song Dynasty... The commander of the towering city a few hours ago, the next leader of the Song family, the talented friar in fresh clothes, was forced to death?
Really dead?
The Song family... Really killed the second son of the Song Dynasty in front of the towering City, and gave up the next leader of the family to calm down the thunder and anger of the king of thunder?
All kinds of complex emotions, finally, even sprouted a strange sense of longing.
But all friars, who does not admire the five kings and two empresses' words? Who doesn't envy that one word of the two great saints can be the law of the world?
However, the dream is just a dream, even they did not want to realize this scene. But today, here, in front of the tower of Shentian City, when this scene appears in front of me and other monks. This is just like the morning wind, blowing up the mist of the picture in their hearts.
It turns out that... Today's forbearance and hard cultivation is just for the sake of the future. If I am the emperor of Qing, I will be in blossom with peach blossom.
The combination of reality and dream is so clear, so wild, most of the monks in xiasijing silently lowered their heads, heart beat badly, secretly engraved this figure in their heart with burning eyes, never forget.
Xu Yangyi didn't care about these eyes. He just calmly looked at the head in the box. His eyes just looked at Xu Yangyi, as if to pull his soul into hell. He is obviously a dead man, but he can see his unwilling, resentful and so on.
Don't be willing to cut off the dust of your brilliant future?
How can a monk who is venomous at a class B sect force the Song family to abandon the car and protect the commander?
Now nobody knows.
"Did you ever think of today when you laid your hands on me?" After a long time, Xu Yangyi opened his mouth quietly, and his aura burst out. The famous second son of the Song Dynasty, the last wreckage turned into ashes.
Then he looked at the withered Buddha kneeling in front of the gate, with his hands tied and his eyes red.
He walked on the ground, but the sea of friars above him in the sky automatically gave way. It was like Moses' water dividing stick, the pilgrimage of Wanxiu.
Brush... Walking to the gate of the city, he slowly pulled out a sword from the storage ring. The autumn water lingered, reflecting his calm expression like a lake.
He light way: "regret?"
"Well! Woo Hoo Kusheng's eyes were like cannibalism, staring at him as if to rush up and bite his throat. Struggling between, suddenly broke free from the mouth of the cloth, he screamed like crazy: "thunder!! You have to die!! How dare you attack the Song family! I'm waiting for you down there! "
Xu Yangyi didn't pay any attention to him at all. He gently wiped the sword with his left hand, and let the crazy and desperate cry of the withered Buddha cross the space, tearing his heart and lungs.
Seeing his look, kusheng was completely crazy. He opened his mouth wide, shed tears, wriggled on the ground like a snake, and cried and screamed: "God... Why don't you open your eyes! How can we keep this kind of devil in the Seven Realms! Yu'er... You are so unjust! Heaven has eyes. Kill this bastard! "
The wind took away his wailing and caught too many people's eyes. Zunsheng, who is usually high above, kneels in front of the towering city like a wild dog and howls. The friars of the Song family kneel in front of the place of Longxing of the Song family, waiting for the execution of Yang Sheng."Is the performance over?" Xu Yangyi gently blew his sword body, as if he felt his intention to kill. The sword body hummed, and then with a backhand, the white light flashed and dyed ten thousand peach blossoms.
"Then go to hell."
Brush! The bloodstain rose to the sky, and the headless corpse convulsed several times and fell to the bottom of the huge tower of the towering city with a plop, leaving a small red spot.
A sword fell, a refreshing feeling rushed to the heart, such as the clouds to see the sun, the idea of access. He slowly looked around, on the tower, in the sky, no friar dared to look at him.
One person's momentum has surpassed thousands of people.
"Leave me alone." His voice is very calm, calm to the cold, as if speaking to the withered Buddha, but like Huang zhongdalu, it rings in everyone's heart.
No... all the friars are sweating. From today on, the name of thunder will be heard all over the world. No one dares or is willing to provoke this killing God.
Otherwise, today's Song family is the result of tomorrow