In Chenglong Palace, frost and snow roar.

The fiery wildfire was extinguished by the wind and snow.

This prairie fire... was finally extinguished.

Heavy snow fell down, falling on the shoulders of the two people, and the black robe turned into frost.

Xu Zang's eyebrows, whiskers and hair were all crystal clear as ice crystals.

His breath disappeared bit by bit and disappeared... the dead aura on his body completely dissolved and became an ice sculpture.

Eyes are closed.

No more breath.

And his hands were inserted into the emperor's chest, and ten fingers pinched the heart tightly.

The hot heart gradually lowered its beating trend.

The hot blood mist no longer rose, and the surface of the heart was covered with a layer of frost.

The emperor's face was also pale. As the frost and snow condensed, his head gently hanged, and then his eyelids tried to open... and finally closed weakly.

Taizong closed his eyes.

Death has never been so close to him.

The blazing cold air fell on his shoulders, chest, invaded his lungs and reached his heart.

His consciousness was chaotic and fell into endless abyss.

Chenglong Palace fell into true silence.

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Ning Yi's body was unable to move.

He sat blankly on the pillars of the hall, looking at the man in black robe covered with frost and snow, frozen into ice... The man only had a back from beginning to end.

When the coffin was carried out of Zishan, Ning Yi felt that his heart was being squeezed hard.

He once thought that Xu Zang's death was the most absurd joke in the world.

And now... I have witnessed Xu Zang handing out all his sword, which was eroded into an ice sculpture by the death energy.

Ning Yi's mind was blank.

It's like the tide receding, huge loss, loneliness, confusion, and surging.

The mottled memories in my mind turned into sharp knives at this moment.

He looked at Taizong's face covering the snow, thinking about what Taizong said to him... Hatred is the biggest driving force that drives a person forward.

indeed.

He has not experienced hatred.

How can you feel about trying to kill someone?

Ning Yi's throat felt dry. He wanted to move, but found that he could not do anything... Xu Zang's sword intent enveloped the entire hall, and the bitter death aura was aimed at Emperor Taizong, but even so, other places in the hall were still suppressed by the sword aura.

It is not just Xu Zang's sword intent... the imperial fortune set off under the Chenglong Palace, the venue for the battle between the two Nirvana powers was filled with extremely high pressure.

Not to mention Ning Yi... Even a great practitioner at the realm of the fate star, if he steps into Chenglong Hall at this moment, he will be killed instantly by Xu Zang's sword intent. If he cannot take three steps, he will be frozen into an ice sculpture and shattered all over the ground.

Under Xu Zang's special "care", the three people in Chenglong Palace did not enter the sword energy within three feet of their bodies.

Ning Yi, girl, Xu Qingyan.

The entire hall was as tight as a frozen mirror.

Swimming around the snow of the cold.

Ning Yi exhaled a breath of white breath. He pulled Pei Fan's girl and used his body to keep the girl warm... Taizong forced the "wildfire" to be removed. The girl's soul was seriously traumatized and her face turned pale.

Ning Yi raised one hand and wiped the frost marks on her cheeks.

Pei Yatou seemed to sleep and woke up, with clear tears flowing in the corners of her eyes, and her face was tired and bleak.

I haven't seen her smile for a long time.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little dim. He looked at the corner of the hall, and Xu Zang resisted Emperor Taizong. What happened there...is not known yet.

It seemed that the sword had the effect it deserved.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, endured the cold air and poked out his spiritual thoughts bit by bit.

Xu Zang's breath is gone.

The emperor's aura...is gone.

He was a little confused.

There seemed to be a layer of cold fog in the hall, and figures stacked one by one, one by one, were covered by fog, and could not see clearly or clearly.

Until a voice sounded outside the hall.

"His Majesty."

This voice sounds mellow and hoarse, and the person who is speaking is both young and old.

While speaking, a thin man in a thin blue shirt stepped into the hall. The man in a blue shirt stood at the door of the hall without entering a single step or leaving no more. His eyes were calm and dull, looking at the cold air sweeping in the hall. This was an abyss of sword intent. If he entered rashly, he would probably be doomed.

So he stood in the first step after stepping on the threshold, and never went deeper into the second step.

The voice he spoke without any respect, without any sarcasm, was just a calmness.

Ning Yi twisted his head hard and saw the man in blue, his pupils shrank violently.

The ugly face at this moment was the girl with a veiled hat sitting at the highest point of the hall.

Xu Qingyan grabbed the hem of the gauze skirt with both hands. She gritted her teeth and looked at the familiar figure.

Xu Qingke's long hair was blown up by the frost and snow in Chenglong Palace. Because he consumed too much effort these days, the color of his hair was no longer much different from the frost and snow, which made him not look young, but instead looked gloomy and vicissitudes.

After he shouted the word "Your Majesty", he had no more reactions.

He was waiting for that person's response.

Ning Yi turned his head and looked at Xu Zang's completely silent corner of Chenglong Hall.

Xu Zang delivered all his death aura and sword intent to the man's body... He closed his eyes, and Taizong also closed his eyes.

However, at this moment, the sound of heartbeats reappeared in the hall.

The man in the imperial robe who was pressed against the stone wall was stirred in pain in his throat and let out a dull moan.

Finally he resumed his breathing.

Ning Yi felt cold all over his body... He listened to the slow sound of the Chenglong Palace, the emperor's awakening was unreasonable at all. Xu Zang tried his best to kill and used all his means.

The emperor actually survived?

"Dong..."

"Dong, dun, dun."

The sound of the heartbeat became stronger and stronger, like a war drum.

The sound of bones kept ringing. Taizong twisted his head and the sword-killing injury on his shoulder was slowly healed at this moment. He stretched out a hand and pulled out the wildfire that was inserted into the back of his neck. His five fingers were frost. The moment he clenched it tightly, the sparks of the wildfire splashed everywhere, and the red color of the sword body was crushed to pieces, and a layer of ancient rust flame was directly extinguished by the frost and snow.

White fog rises.

Taizong opened his eyes.

He calmly stared at Xu Zang, who turned into an ice sculpture in front of him, with no contempt or hatred in his eyes.

on the contrary.

He respects this young genius.

When he wanted to take the last step of "Immortality", it was Xu Zang who gave him a blow that was approaching death.

This is indeed a decisive situation.

No one in this world can do better than Xu Zang.

Time, place, and people.

If there is really any deficiency... perhaps the gap in the sword is the biggest accident.

If Xixue had not been broken, then Xu Zang's sword intent would not have stopped for a moment, and he would not even need to use the last move... Using himself as his sword to go to the wind and snow together.

Taizong's eyebrows and frost and snow melted bit by bit. He looked at the ice sculpture transformed by Xu Zang in silence. Under his hot divinity, the ice sculpture began to melt. With dozens of breaths, the chill of Chenglong Palace was melted by the hot divinity... The man in black robe who almost gave him "death" disappeared into the hall.

Turned into snow.

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Before the frost and snow melted, Xu Qingke did not go deep into the hall. He just stood in the threshold and looked out.
To be continued...