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Fifty years ago, he was green and shy, with clarity in his eyes.

Now, 50 years later, he is no longer green and shy. His eyes are clouded a lot. His body has become strong. With the pile of beard on his chin, he feels mature and resolute.

If it wasn't for the wound between his eyebrows, maybe he was also a charming uncle?

Qingyang.

Black swordsman's younger brother.

Ha ha

Many people laughed.

Most of the disciples of the holy palace have never met the black swordsman. In their opinion, that vein has long been in decline, and what kind of height can he reach when he was born in zhanzhou in the south?

To the sky? Or the king?

What about the younger martial brother of the black swordsman? Think it's going to be weaker, right?

Someone whispered, "this man is different from the black swordsman. He is very powerful."

Some people sneer: "if I remember correctly, the wound between his eyebrows was left by the emperor?" The implication is that this is a man who was oppressed by the emperor and did not kill him because Qingyang was too weak.

The man was silent.

The woman in the lake was silent.

Although the holy palace is arrogant, they have to admit that the disciples of the holy palace are indeed very powerful, and every lowest level present is in the divine realm.

It's a terrible lineup.

During their discussion, the battle between the two began. The man was very powerful and powerful, and his skills were extremely terrible. They spread out a trace of ancient Daoyun.

Qingyang's eyes did not blink, holding the sword of the princes in his hand, he rushed over.

In the highest air, more than ten miles away from the ground, a golden spaceship stopped there. On the upper wall of the spaceship sat dozens of figures, including Yuheng, Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Tianxuan and the representatives of the holy palace.

Among them, dishpan sat in the front, felt the battle wave below, and slowly opened his eyes.

Others said: "the younger martial brother of the black swordsman has come. Maybe he has already come. "

the emperor had no expression.

Someone looked at the young man and said, "what kind of disciple is this? His realm is good. Unfortunately, his fighting skills are too poor. That Qingyang is obviously a man who came out of the sea of blood. He may lose."

The emperor still did not speak.

One opening on the left: "do you need to deal with it?"

Hearing this, the emperor looked at a middle-aged man behind him, who was the representative of Tianxuan holy land. Their holy master was not here. The emperor asked, "how long can the recovery of cold water last?"

The middle-aged man replied: "seven days, seven days at the latest. Although the cold water does not consume too much power of the caster, it will eventually lose the power of divine consciousness."

The emperor slightly closed his eyes: "well, wait for him for six days. If he doesn't come, he will take out the Tianbei, and the white tiger clan should be annihilated."

The ship was quiet.

A hundred miles away from the Mt. Brewster, there is a small ancient city. The ancient city is like a city near the city. It is almost frozen, and the streets are covered with thick snow.

In the small teahouse, there are no guests already, even the boss has fled.

On the second floor of the teahouse, there is an attic, where there are three figures, Lin Yifan, Xia Wuhou, carrying the boy with snow.

From Qingyang to now, Xia Wuhou has been very nervous. He looked at it and opened his mouth again. He seemed to be trying to say something, but he could not help asking, "master, what do you think of Qingyang's war?"

He asked the boy again, but the rest of the corner of his eye glanced at Lin Yifan.

When he was in his early twenties, he inherited the throne of the state. However, Lin Yifan was just a teenager at that time. He never thought that Lin Yifan had reached such a height in the blink of an eye.

In the face of him, Xia Wuhou always felt a little depressed.

Young people laugh but do not speak.

Lin Yifan said: "they are waiting for Li Yi. As long as Li Yi doesn't show up, those people will not fight. As for Qingyang, if he is weak, he may be killed alive. If he is strong enough, the situation will be reversed."

Xia Wu Hou opened his eyes wide: "I heard that many terrible young talents came from the gate of the holy palace, as well as several people of the Guangming clan."

Lin Yifan said, "I know."

Xia Wuhou: "then?"

Lin Yifan shook his head: "no, then, he can't lose, even once."

Xia Wuhou was in a daze. His heart was so stubborn! You know that you can't fight but you still have to fight. Isn't this a death hunt? However, in other words, such a disposition and way of dealing with affairs is in line with the style of the five courts.

The young man laughed: "Qingyang is not sure to lose. The power of the swords of the princes is very abnormal."

Er

Xia Wuhou just woke up. What's more, Qingyang is holding the sword of the princes. Moreover, he has already stepped into the realm of shenzang. NIMA A little younger generation, actually also stepped into that realm.

For a while, he didn't know what to say.A few minutes of war, quite fierce, the man killed the real fire, but still can't help Qingyang, as the one on the spaceship said, Qingyang is the man who came out of the killing.

What's more, he holds the sword of princes in his hand. Even if his skills and martial arts are suppressed, as long as he is not killed in the first time and goes on a long war, the man will surely be inferior to Qingyang.

Five minutes, hundreds of times of confrontation, Qingyang cold hum, the prince's sword suddenly inserted into the man's chest, a series of blood spilled down.

High in the sky, those who are still interested in Rao, or happy to watch the war, smile suddenly solidified.

The man growled: "how dare you hurt me?"

Qingyang looks cold: "I not only hurt you, but also kill you." As soon as his wrist turned, the sword of the princes broke out, and the blue light penetrated his whole body.

The man's eyes shrank, showing an incredible look. He did not expect that Qingyang really started. In such a situation, there were countless powerful people in the holy palace watching.

Wait, why didn't those people help him?

He seemed to realize something, but he had no chance to question again. The swords of princes absorbed the power of his life wildly. In an instant, his whole body dried up and turned into a corpse.

"It's the sword of princes. It's not swallowed by the power of curse."

"That's good. Who of you is going to fight?"

"Ha ha I'll do it! It's been ten years since my sword of strategic strategy has been out of my mind. " A young man showed a gentle smile, but carefully, there was a lot of ice in the smile.

Moreover, he seems to be confident that the sword of manoeuvring will surely defeat the sword of princes.

No one spoke.

The man jumped down, came to Qingyang, and said with a smile: "the legendary swords of princes are really extraordinary, but this time you are going to lose." He was thinking that Qingyang just had a big war, and it was bound to enter a state of exhaustion. At this time, if you take a shot, you have a great chance to kill it.

It was a good opportunity. The more I thought about him, the more excited I was.

Hum!

Qingyang said nothing and looked at him coldly. The sword of the princes pointed to him, and a strong sense of war broke out quietly.