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As time went by, the young disciples of the holy palace went up one by one. From the initial contempt to the present dignified, everyone was silent.

Under the snow, it is the blooming of blood flowers, one after another

In the wind and snow, there is only one figure. He is Qingyang, with one sword, just like the eternal young sword God who killed the thirteen holy palace talents who challenged him.

Why hasn't he dried up yet?

It's impossible.

Is this person too powerful?

Black swordsman's younger brother?

No, maybe, he's exhausted. Who can fight thirteen talented people of the same rank?

On the golden spaceship, someone said, "do you need to deal with it?"

The emperor waved his hand: "no, let those young people grind it."

The man was numb, and the way of practice taught by the holy palace was cruel, but he would eventually leave his life. However, no one could survive the killing in Qingyang's hands. This is no longer a "grinding" attitude.

Qingyang is challenging the holy palace.

But the emperor did not speak, and no one dared to act rashly.

In the old god mountain, a strong man of the white tiger nationality whispered: "this man is so strong, the sea of Qi is continuous, as if it can not be used up."

The elder's eyes were deep: "it's the sword of princes. It's said that it can draw strength in battle."

In the attic of the ancient city, Marquis xiawu took a deep breath: "although the thirteen talents have the power of the princes, if they don't have the corresponding fighting capacity, I'm afraid they can't hold on to now."

The boy has no expression.

Lin Yifan held up the cup and did not speak.

At this time, some of the high-altitude spacecraft out of the noise.

"The Guangming people are gone. It seems that something has happened."

"It's said that ziye fought with Guangming emperor, but I don't know what the outcome is."

"It should be bad..."

"Shh, do you want to die?" Someone whispered.

The Guangming people are the most vindictive people. If they hear these words, they will surely be beaten.

Half an hour later, the news came here, and everyone was shocked. Even Lin Yifan couldn't calm down. Emperor Guangming fell

Xia Wuhou was awe inspiring: "who really did it?"

Lin Yifan's eyes are deep: "ten days, just ten days." Obviously, he knew about the battle, but he chose to defend here.

The young man said: "the bright body has the fire flag, if you want to inflict heavy damage, if it is to kill." He didn't go on. It was easy to hit hard. If he wanted to kill, he would pay a great price.

Ha ha

Wanton laughter came down from the ship.

All the disciples of the holy palace and the strongmen of the holy land all looked pale, and the emperor Guangming fell down. This is a major event in the holy palace, but also a great event for the Guangming people. Under such a serious occasion, there are still people who sneer at it.

Is this man a fool?

This man must be an idiot.

No one dares to touch the anger of the Guangming people on such an occasion.

Along with the laughter, everyone saw Zheng Zimu. He was locked there by thick iron chains, and several of them ran through his shoulders. The blood on them had solidified. He laughed wantonly and crazily.

Hearing the sound, Qingyang raised his head slowly.

Zheng Zimu's sonorous voice echoed here: "heaven does not die, holy palace, how to calm down, the Guangming people do not die, who can rest in peace?" As if feeling Zheng Zimu's anger, the coffin beside him vibrated violently and filled with terrible breath fluctuation.

Qingyang said, "elder martial brother Zimu."

Zheng Zimu said with a smile: "Qingyang, worthy of being the guard of Qingtian, which vein did you inherit?"

Qingyang said, "white."

Zheng Zimu said: "I also investigated you at that time. I thought that the evil spirit that came out there was later known to be the guard of giant heaven. But your pulse almost withered?"

Qingyang is silent.

Zheng Zimu then said, "a few months ago, Ning Xiaoqian and I entered Beiming. Do you know what I saw? There is a thick sword mark there. Ha ha It was left by the giant guard, although I don't know which vein it is. If you want to find the answer, go to find Ning Xiaoqian! "

Qingyang shook his head: "can't I find you?"

Zheng Zimu smile, bitter smile: "I'm afraid it's difficult to find me!"

Qingyang stopped talking and suddenly opened his eyes. The dark blue sword was cut into the sky. There was a spaceship, and Zheng Zimu was on this ship.

The sword did not fall, and the cry of surprise followed.

If the Guangming people don't leave, they will not be in charge of this kind of trouble. But now there is no Guangming people on the spaceship, only Zheng Zimu.

Boom!

This sword directly split the ship, a large number of debris fell down, together with Zheng Zimu.

At this time, on the golden spaceship, the emperor snorted coldly. His big hand reached down, and the speed was even faster than that of Qingyang. The big hand quickly enlarged and caught Zheng Zimu's body.But the coffin fell down and sank to the ground.

Qingyang's face changed slightly: "elder martial brother Zimu, are you ok?"

Zheng Zimu pale face, coarse asthma said: "can't die, remember to find Ning Xiaoqian."

Qingyang didn't pay attention to his words, trampled on the sky and rushed directly up.

Everyone was awe inspiring.

Manifesting the big hand, the power of the wave spread, this is the breath of the emperor, he is making a move.

But Qingyang rushed up like this.

Pen!

The thick finger, like a mountain, is directly pressed down and covers the vast battlefield. It seems that there is no force between heaven and earth that can stop this finger.

The dark blue sword is also in bloom, vast, majestic, but under this finger, it seems very small, and finally fragmented, fingertips touch his body, a sudden shock, his whole person down to the ground.

In the ancient city, Lin Yifan stood up directly.

On the street near the city, Dong Xiaoqing breathed for a moment.

A huge pit was left on the ground, and Qingyang's body was pressed at the bottom of the pit. His face was pale and he coughed blood. The swords of the princes came out of his hand.

Is that emperor?

How could it be so powerful?

Oh, my God!

No one is not shocked.

Young light language: "this should be the real body of the emperor."

Lin Yifan calmed down: "his practice speed is getting faster and faster. Maybe in ten years, he will step into the emperor's way." At that time, the emperor will be completely invincible.

Xia Wuhou showed a startled look: "what is the origin of the emperor's department?"

This is a mysterious topic.

Dong Xiaoqing clenched his lips with a complex and sad look. He has been swearing in his heart. This idiot, this idiot.

Cough!

Deep pit, Qingyang weak voice.

At this time, another young genius of the holy palace came down with a flat face but a very cold look. He looked at the pit coldly and said, "leave your last words."

Dong Xiaoqing suddenly shocked, eyes become sharp up, want to leave the front of the battlefield here.

But at this time, a big hand behind her pressed on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "he can't die."