Tian Ming looked at the huge golden sword bone above his head, his pupils trembled violently, and his breathing became more and more rapid and dry.

"Saint...Sword bone!"

His eyes were filled with horror: "You have actually been to the unseen place of Houtu?!"

The only answers to him was the huge sword bone that landed with a bang.

The sleeves between Ling Tiansu's arms exploded into pieces inch by inch, and the fragments of cloth were swept by the sword energy and turned into ashes.

The fire hidden in the formation light was also pulled by the sword energy, turning into millions of long dragons, all rushing into Tianming's bloodstains and wounds.

Tian Ming's body expanded violently into a huge ball at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rushing sword intent and fire vented his arrogance!

His face turned red, he roared repeatedly, and he kept spitting out blood and fire.

The shadow of the sword bone dissipated into Kong. Ling Li and Kong's Ling Tiansu used the last sword. The fatigue and pain came to every corner of his body like a giant mountain, falling from the sky like a weak and weak force.

The two fought, and the ground was full of scars, but there was only one cold pavilion alone and peaceful, with white gauze curtains and green jade screens, and no scars were seen.

Under the curtain, the figure was still, but there was nowhere to be generous and lifted up the curtains and beads.

Looking at the reflection in the glass of wine, Wu Ying's blood-colored eyes were as dark as the sea of ​​hidden abyss. The fingers on the glass were pinched with pale joints. The metal cup slowly deformed under her palm. The wine overflowed along the glass and flowed on her pale hands. The bright red color was like blood.

The wine in the glass was not invaded by the energy and energy, but it slowly condensed into ice.

It was like there was a cold, high-ranking gaze, an unseen place, watching this cold pavilion, with scrutiny and spy.

She slowly tilted her eyes and looked at the falling figure in the sky. There was a kind of unknown restraint hidden in her calm eyes.

Finally, he fell and splashed a mess of snow and dust.

Her chest was not easily noticed and she calmly put down the glass of wine in her hand, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped the wine on her hand.

His thin lips moved silently, and no one could hear what the prince, who was sitting in the cold pavilion, did.

Only she knew the silent lips.

Kill him! No matter who it is! Kill him!

The scattered and growing dark clouds condensed again. Today, the snow of the Great Cold fell extremely unusual. A war ended, but it continued to land unswervingly.

Tianming's roar poured into the long wind, and the floating snow was trembling in this horrifying roar.

As his body continued to twist and deform, the murderous intention of the sword bones hidden under his expanded body and the power of the ancient divine artifact were as if it was forcibly swallowed by a evil beast to suppress An Ning.

Tianming's body gradually returned to its original appearance, his eyes full of murderous intent were staring at Ling Tiansu who was kneeling in the mud and snow on one knee.

Although the explosive killing force was forcibly suppressed with the Netherworld, Tianming at this moment was like a tight string, with slightly different forces at both ends, and there was a deviation.

His body would be like a string that would break his life.

"I have to say that you really brought me too many surprises today."

The black battle boots stepped on the shattered stones and broken ice. Tianming covered the burning wound on his body and walked step by step towards Ling Tiansu.

The fire array exploded under his foot, and the phoenix fire ring also lost its luster and turned into an ordinary size.

When you fell to the ground, you gradually made a lonely and crisp sound.

The blood that fell from his eyebrows winded down Ling Tiansu's nose, and his chest was so ruthless that the blood hole was ferocious.

Tian Ming looked at him in a low voice, his palm slowly raised and pressed on his head: "Today, you will die!"

Under the terrible pressure under his palm, Ling Tiansu slowly raised his head and stared at him with cold eyes: "The person who will die is you."

The palm on his knee flipped quietly, brewing his strongest trump card.

"laugh……"

The sharp blade enters the body, cuts the muscles and breaks the bones, and the faintly rotating seed of the underworld hidden in the center of the heart is penetrated by a sword!

Ling Tiansu opened his eyes stained with blood in surprise, and looked at the broad palm pressing on his head trembling violently due to the severe pain of death.

A sword to break the balance.

A black sword blade fell through the chest of evil Taoist Tianming, because under this sword, all the blood in Tianming's body had been burned dry.

The blood scars all over the body, the sword energy and fire that were no longer controlled, continued to gush out.

"Uh..." Tian Ming opened his mouth hoarsely, but couldn't say a word. His eyes, ears, mouth and nose kept spewing out of fire.

The lonely and crisp silver chains sway in the wind and fire.

A pair of slender feet without shoes and socks slowly stepped out of the shadow, and the surging fire was like a tongue of fire, violently and rapidly engulfing Tianming in the fire of bullying Tian.

The bursting wind and sword energy kept cutting the girl's black hair.

She put away the ink sword in her hand, looked at the soul dissipating from the flames and fireworks expressionlessly, and then yawned a long time, as if she had finally woken up from a long sleeping dream.

The dark and dull eyes were also shining with the flames.

"I said." The girl's voice, which had no ups and downs but was very beautiful, was gently rubbing in the wind. She watched the catastrophe like a burial fire disappear into ashes, and the ink sword in her hand silently returned to the sheath.

"I will avenge them."

Ling Tiansu coughed out a thick black blood, stood up shakingly, looked at the girl with a steady look, murmured, "Little Yezi..."

The girl also looked at him and said seriously: "I don't want you to leave."

She raised a finger: "There is still one who has not been killed."

"Who is that person?" Ling Tiansu asked.

The girl shook her head slowly, stepped forward, wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, and said, "I don't know, but I will find him."

Ling Tiansu raised his head and looked at the sky, then looked at the Mo Jian that was sheathed around her waist, and suddenly touched his stomach, saying, "I suddenly became a little hungry."

The girl reached into her arms and touched the pancake and said seriously: "You can't be hungry if you are injured. Only when you are full can you have the strength to recover from your injuries."

But Ling Tiansu smiled and stopped her actions: "I'm so hurt. Why do you have the heart to let me eat those dry cakes?"

The girl blinked, but her little face, which had no expression, showed a rare good temper towards him: "Then what do you want to eat?"

At the end, I didn't forget to pat my old purse on my waist: "I have money, I'll buy it for you."

Ling Tiansu showed a lazy smile, and miserable blood was everywhere between his lips and teeth: "Well... I heard that there is a roasted pork in the imperial city of Yue Kingdom, which is properly fat and thin, and the meat fragrance can spread to ten streets and hundreds of miles. I want to eat it."

"Okay." The girl was so thin.

My little breasts turned around and wanted to buy them.

But Ling Tiansu suddenly grabbed her wrist and a cold gold ingot was stuffed into her palm: "This is the pocket money for you. When do you want to wear this old robe? Go buy a beautiful dress and take you to the Imperial City Night Market tonight."

The girl put away the gold ingot, rubbed her nose, and was soft and soft: "Okay."

But his voice was a little choked.

After wandering for so many years, this is the first time she has heard the rumor between her family.

So warm.

The girl appears unexpectedly, and the departure is also jaw-dropping.

"This...just leave?"

"Then how should this Crown Princess calculate today?"

"Didn't it be said that killing Tian Ming is the real Crown Princess? It is obvious that the nameless girl next to Tian Ming killed him with one sword. Today, the Crown Princess must be her."

"But this... if the woman brought by Li Qige severely damaged the national teacher, even if the girl had the ability to do everything, she would not be able to kill him, right?"

"Silly! Your Highness the Crown Prince only wants the result. When did you see him care about the process?"

"The prince had no intention of choosing a concubine, and it was all because of the Ming Empress's proposition. The national teacher Tianming has always been thorns in the eyes of His Highness and thorns in the flesh. Even though His Highness seriously injured the national teacher two months ago, he could not kill him. Now he died at the hands of the nameless girl. If he thinks so, he will be favored by the prince."

"Well... it makes sense."

"The people Li Qige brought were really as shameless as her. She seemed to recognize the nameless girl and sent her away in a few words."

"This move is meaningless. If you can get into the Prince's Eye, even if you send it away for a while, you are afraid that the Prince's Highness will not be able to find it back."

In the hearts of this group of people, it seems that they hope that their crown prince of the dynasty can find a terrible princess with a weak cultivation level.

Even though Ling Tiansu was standing in the field with blood at this moment, the thrilling battle just now made them feel that if this person succeeded in becoming the crown princess and assisting the crown prince.

Then the entire Yue Kingdom is really going to fall into the shadow of being controlled by Wu Ying.

If it is the legitimate crown prince, it will be a blessing for them.

But His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, killed his father and brother, and slaughtered the imperial city bloodily, so that the inner courtyard of the palace complained about ghosts and wailed every night for three years.

Wu Ying is a lunatic, or a powerful lunatic who is not able to suppress.

There are too many unknowns in him, and it is difficult to control. If they completely deviate from their predictions, the ending of things will become extremely terrible.

Looking at the razed martial arts field, the fierce energy flowing in the air constantly stimulates people's nasal cavity.

The figure under the white curtain swayed slightly, and the faint and long incense diluted the solemnity and bloodiness after the battle.

The cold and cold voice penetrated the curtain of wind and snow, and came over: "Who are you calling me?"

The young eunuch standing quietly on one side slightly leaned his head, as if he couldn't bear to listen to his answer.

Ling Tiansu coughed softly, and the blood hole pierced through his chest was filled with cold wind and snow. The cold wound was so cold that it hurt like a knife. He frowned, as if he was adapting to the pain in his body. He wheezed slightly, and the thick white air of frost exhaled from his mouth and nose.

He raised the face that was stained with blood and could not tell the facial features, and his eyes seemed to be facing the eyes under the curtains raised by the wind for a moment.

He said slowly: "Qu Liming."
Chapter completed!