Chapter 225

Tushan green micro, four seasons such as spring.

In particular, the northwest peaks, the most beautiful forest, flying rock craggy, winding, winding.

Zhao Yumeng's back is graceful, just like the beautiful mountains.

Liu Xiangsong kept looking at the short sword in his hand all the time, and his eyes were drooping. Now the dagger in his hand has been taken away by Zhao Yumeng, but Liu Xiangsong can still only see the direction of his palm. After all, his eyes are frozen by ice and can't move.

Liu Xiangsong can only see Zhao Yumeng's steps, gradually away, soon disappeared in the deep forest.

A kind of angry mood appeared in Liu Xiangsong's eyes.

It's jealousy.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing, envy fire, stems from jealousy, is the most useless.

This fire can not break the ice, can not save the frozen into ice sculpture of Tu shanzong Xiangsong fairy.

Liu Xiangsong had to sulk in his heart.

Why even the supreme elder said that I can't compare with her?

Why is she better than me in everything?

Why do I want to stay in the Tushan clan and inherit the orthodoxy of the supreme elder, while Zhao Yumeng can go out and be happy?

The more Liu Xiangsong thought, the more unfair he felt.

After all, Liu Xiangsong and Chen xinglie had never known each other and had never met each other. Naturally, she could not talk about any feelings. What really makes Liu Xiangsong dissatisfied is what Shang qingkong said before. She can't compare with Zhao Yumeng

What can't be compared?

Liu Xiangsong is not satisfied at all!

Zhao Yumeng did not care. After freezing Liu Xiangsong, he went down the mountain directly to the capital with the "angry sword of the master of winter".

Tushanzong is less than a hundred miles away from the capital.

Compared with Qingyun city to Tushan, tens of thousands of miles away, this short dozens of miles, is really close.

Zhao Yumeng didn't even ride the wild geese and beasts of tushanzong. Instead, she walked on foot. Because of the way she walked, she became calm.

Zhao Yumeng is not what he used to be when he practiced Chen xinglie's "true explanation of washing swords in the world of mortals".

The past.

Zhao Yumeng's heart is as calm as water, and the heart of his sword is stable.

Her heart is like a mirror.

At that time, the only way to meet Zhao Yumeng's martial road practice was to be pure and cold.

But that was before.

Now Zhao Yumeng gave up the heart of the Southern Ming Lihuo sword, and instead practiced the true explanation of the sword washing in the world of mortals. He wanted to wash all the lead of his own swordsmanship in the world of mortals!

The world is full of trouble.

It's always upsetting.

Zhao Yumeng doesn't hate the disturbance from Chen xinglie.

She just wanted to go and have a look. Tonight, there are lightning and thunder in the capital city, the rainstorm covers the sky, and the sword spirit rises again. She goes straight into the void and kills the dragon with one sword When these things happened, did Chen xinglie get hurt or not.

It's dozens of miles apart.

In the world of martial arts, the distance is not long.

Although Zhao Yumeng was worried, he was not in a hurry. After all, when Chen xinglie cut the dragon with his sword, Zhao Yumeng was watching the battle with a telescope. He knew that the real Dragon flew back into the dragon's gate, and even the dragon's gate disappeared.

This means that Chen xinglie must have won.

Zhao Yumeng's only doubt is whether Chen xinglie is a complete winner or a tragic victory in this fierce fight.

"Hope is victory."

Zhao Yumeng thought so in his heart that he had wings behind him.

This is a pair of wings composed of flame. At first glance, it looks like Chen xinglie gave birth to the Phoenix's wings when he blocked the thunder. However, if you watch carefully, it is different. The wings behind Zhao Yumeng are more mysterious than those of Phoenix in the array.

Flutter!

Zhao Yumeng flapped his wings and jumped to his feet. His body was like a flying lark. He flew up a hundred feet from the ground. He then fanned his wings in the air to a height of 1000 meters. Then he spread out his wings and glided toward the capital.

One kilometer altitude is the limit of Zhao Yumeng.

The martial arts cultivation has not broken through to the land God fairyland. Even Zhao Yumeng's Phoenix Nirvana Sutra, no matter how mysterious and mysterious, can only glide in the air. It's only a hundred miles at most, and you're going to land, and then you're going to do it again

The eighth state of martial arts, the soul changes into a state, which is rare in the world.

Compared with that in Youming temple, the Kungfu skill of jiebodhi is much more exquisite.

Zhao Yumeng just flew out a short distance when he saw a snow-white wild goose carrying a disciple of Tushan sect flying from the direction of the capital.

Flutter!

Zhao Yumeng is in front of the wild geese.

The disciple arched his hand and said, "elder martial sister Yumeng, you are very polite. I'm going back to my school and report the news. What's up with sister Yumeng? "

Zhao Yumeng asked, "what's the news about Beijing?"

The disciple said, "the sky is full of dark clouds and thunder is like a dragon, which covers the whole capital. However, a sword rising from the city has chopped up the clouds all over the sky. Even the dragon's gate in the starry sky is also repulsed by this sword. The patriarch said, "this must be Mr. Chen."Zhao Yumeng took a look in the direction of the capital and said, "what's the situation with Mr. Chen?"

The disciple said, "the patriarch didn't go to Mr. Chen. Now I don't know what the situation is."

Zhao Yumeng frowned and said, "why don't you go

The disciple knew that Zhao Yumeng and Chen xinglie had a deep relationship, so he quickly said with a smile: "as soon as Mr. Chen returned to the capital, he took back the Chen family's residence. He must be busy. The patriarch felt that he should wait for two or three days until Mr. Chen has settled down all the affairs in the house, and then go to visit him. If you go now, you may upset Mr. Chen. However, according to the news from those imperial spies in Chen's residence, after Mr. Chen killed the dragon with one sword, he was safe and sound. Elder martial sister doesn't need to worry. If there is nothing else, I will go back to my school first. "

After one sword, he was safe and sound.

Zhao Yumeng put down his heart and nodded.

"Goodbye!"

The disciple shook the reins in his hand and the wild geese flew away.

Zhao Yumeng folded his wings and slowly fell to the ground.

At this time, she was not in a hurry.

Just like strolling around the city, I walked towards the capital.

The speed of the journey naturally slowed down.

……

Beijing.

Fenghua street, Chenfu.

Chen xinglie fell to the ground, folded his wings, and looked around. He saw people kneeling on the ground, especially the imperial spies such as Qin Wannian and Duan Wuhuan. They were all talking with words, such as "the mountains and rivers of the world", "the sun and the moon are immortal".

Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie even lit incense candles in front of them, and set up several fruit plates as offerings.

Only Gongsun Xuanji and Gongsun xiner are still standing.

Chen xinglie looked at all the people kneeling down and listened to their words. He immediately understood what these people were doing.

God worship?

A group of illiterates without compulsory education!

Stupid!

Ridiculous!

Ridiculous!

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