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The scene was quiet and no one spoke.

Qingyang looked at her, still did not speak, silent for a long time, he chose to turn around.

Dang!

However, at this moment, the king's weapon in the young woman's hand suddenly broke out with a light cry, and there was a terrible force of law spreading out.

The crowd was awe inspiring and quickly regressed.

Qingyang's face changed slightly. Subconsciously, he raised his sword in his hand and clanged. The power of the law killed him, and he flew out with the sword.

The woman carried the bell, walked step by step, and jokingly opened her mouth: "at the end of the battle of the five courts, you are the only one left. Do you even want to challenge the holy land? Who gave you courage? "

This is a kind of sadness.

Daliang Mountain is gone, and the five courtyards are also in decline. Everyone will become the dust of history. Maybe after many years, such a story will disappear in the world.

He is the only one left. Do you still have to struggle?

Qingyang gets up and wipes the blood from the corners of his mouth. His white clothes make a hunting sound. His eyes are clear, revealing a deep persistence, and the madness hidden in the depths.

Dang!

The bell broke out again, swaying a terrible wave of power, like the waves on the surface of the lake swept over. Once the law came out, the heaven and earth in ten directions died down.

Qingyang was awe stricken. For a moment, he felt the pressure like a mountain, and his breath became short. His hand holding the sword was shaking.

Pen!

No accident, he flew out again, his body bumped into a concave and convex place, dressed in rags of white, with multiple wounds and bloodstains on his body.

Pooh!

Another big mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was pale to the extreme, and his body was shaking. The force of law entered into his body and constantly disintegrated the force of life in his body.

This is a kind of complete crushing. Under the king's magic army, everything is mole ants, not just talk about it.

Whoosh!

The snow is even bigger. Unconsciously, people feel the cold breath.

At this time, a woman in plain clothes came out of the crowd, came to Qingyang and helped him up in silence.

Looking at the woman in plain clothes, many people showed a startled look, and even the woman who shook the lake stopped and stared at her.

Four years ago, on Yuheng mountain, there was a woman who surprised the whole scene with the skill of Phoenix, but in the end, she lost to the man.

According to the two sides' bets, she will become a follower of the black swordsman. After the war, no one has seen her. I never thought that she would appear here.

"There are endless storms in heaven and endless stories in human beings. There is no better sorrow and happiness in the world than this." Bai Yu came with the white horse. Four years later, he seemed to have no change at all.

Looking up, he looked at the Holy Land disciple who was entrusted with the king's magic weapons and said with a smile, "that vein has turned into dust and fragmented. From now on, the five courtyard is no longer the five courtyard. Why are you so cruel?" he said something in his words and alluded to it secretly. Although people understood it, they could not guess who he was referring to.

Obviously not the woman in front of her, or the owner of the bell.

The woman calmed down and her eyes were deep: "do you want to save him?"

Bai Yu shook his head: "no, I'm saving you."

The woman looked at the East again, and her tone sank: "why should miss Dongfang embarrass me?"

East raised his head, trance look slowly precipitated down, very seriously said: "let her out."

The woman said nothing, but the breath in her body became colder and colder, and the bells in her hands hummed, revealing the power of terrible laws.

Qingyang broke away from the hands of the East, straight body, facing the snow, static, a pale face also began to emerge blood, that dark eyes full of indifference.

After sweeping through the holy land, he looked at the woman and whispered, "if you want to fight, fight."

Simple five words, plain tone, but revealed a deep persistence, and a kind of pride rather than surrender, even though he knew that he was facing the king's magic army and knew that he was invincible, he still chose to fight.

White feather frowned.

The East slowly side face, carefully and seriously looking at his proud figure, and face full of indifference, it is a kind of free and easy for life and death.

She thought, is that true of all the people in that line?

Thinking about it, she fell back in silence.

Holding the white sword tightly, Qingyang came: "you want to kill me, yes, but you will also pay the price." The crazy sword idea diffused out from the long sword in his hand and surrounded his whole person.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the sword God, and even more like a peerless sword that was about to come out of its sheath to cut through the sky.

Hum!

Without waiting for the woman to do it, he first shot. In the snow covered land of the sword, a white figure rose at dusk. He raised his head and opened his eyes. His eyes were full of the track of the sword.

In the end, he cut out a sword from the depth of the long sword. The sword was not brilliant or powerful. It was just a common sword. But there were rhymes in the sword, sun and moon, and the evolution of the big world.Peng, the sword cut out, toward the woman.

As soon as the woman's mouth rose, she showed a sneer, and the king's weapon in her hand was also reviving. The power of the law gushed and was extremely dense. Then the bell quickly enlarged, like Mount Tai falling from the sky to cover the green sun.

Dang!

The sword cuts on the bell and makes a crash sound, and the afterwave spreads rapidly.

What is frightening is that such an ordinary sword actually cuts through the cover of the bell, leaving a deep and long sword mark on it.

After the clang, the bell flew out.

What's the situation?

The crowd was stunned and wide eyed.

Qingyang swung his sword again, and the speed was very fast. After a puff, the sword ran through the woman's body, and a series of blood spilled out and dyed the ground red.

People were awe inspiring, their mouths were wide open, and their faces were unbelievable.

The revival of the king's magic weapon, unexpectedly was split out, that sword, how possible?

No one can explain such a strange picture, but all of them have seen the picture of the king's soldiers being chopped out.

At this moment, people have a terrible idea in their minds. Is it true that the sword in his hand is also a king's weapon?

Shit!

Bai Yu wakes up, scolds in the heart, thinking, you have endured so long, how can this kill?

Different from what ordinary people think, they are all curious about the strange picture, while Bai Yu is thinking that if Qingyang kills the Holy Land disciple here, the holy land will have countless reasons and excuses to attack him.

"Let's go." The East spoke to him.

"It's too late." Qingyang whispered.

The strong breath is approaching, is the strongman of the holy land, may also be the master of the king's divine weapons.

"I dare to kill the disciples in front of the holy land. Do you really think there is no one in the holy land?" Great voices, with anger, reverberate here.

"The remaining evils of the five courts? Ha ha

"Who gave you the courage to be wild here?" One voice after another, obviously, more than one strong man killed.

Dang!

The owner of the bell also came, and the magic army recovered completely, and the law of the king spread, like an immortal monument, falling down towards this area.

After a while, Qingyang felt the crushing of terror, and even clearly smelled the breath of death. He raised his head hard and swept through the Holy Land strongmen. His heart was cold.

Roar!

At this time, on the earth in the distance, an earth shaking roar echoed.