This Swordsman is Too Steady

In the middle of the sky and the earth, the sky is high and the earth is wide, there is a sword light passing a little above the sky, towards the Chang'an city.

The streamer burst out of the cloud, with a long tail mark, and the speed was too fast to see the body at all, only a stream of light could be seen.

However, the person who controls the streamer does not have the mind to hide his momentum, so anyone who sees it can feel it as if a sword is coming through the clouds.

Sharp, sharp and domineering.

In the light of the stream, Li Qiubai's heart became heavier and his eyes lowered slightly.

Mountains and rivers are all under you, winding rivers are like blood vessels, and undulating peaks are like backbones.

But in his eyes, these things didn't seem to exist.

Just now, he wanted to use Qingcheng's teleportation circle to go to Xiazhou where Chang'an City is located, but found that the Xiazhou Zhucheng's teleportation circle had already been suspended.

Somehow, there is no sign!

Combining the previous news, he reached a conclusion in an instant

King Qing is about to start!

Those who abandon me shall not stay the day of yesterday.

Those who mess with my heart will worry too much today.

Chang'an Jianxian, even if it is called an immortal, can't escape the shackles of the people next to the mountain.

He's upset

There is no wind in Chang'an today.

Xianglong Mansion.

In the evening and the morning bell, a middle-aged man slowly leaves the house.

The scarlet cloak draped on his body rose up for no reason, hunting and dancing, seeming to tell the people of this city that something big is about to happen.

"Your Excellency King Qing, you can't leave the house easily during this time." As soon as the middle-aged man walked out of the door, a Chang'anwei wearing a silver white armor stepped forward.

King Qing did not come to Chang'an to play, but to be investigated.

He could not leave the house easily until the results of the investigation became clear, or without Xia Zhao's permission.

"Huh?" Qing Wang squinted at the monk Chang'anwei who stopped him, his face expressionless.

"This is an order from the prince." Under the power of Emperor Wu, the monk Chang'anwei, who had a cultivation level of no more than seven realms, trembled in his heart, but still gritted his teeth.

"Ah!" The next moment, the Chang'an Guardian just let out a horrible cry.

King Qing's right hand came in an instant, his palm directly grabbed his body, and under a sudden squeeze, his head immediately collapsed. As soon as his soul flew out, it was dissipated by King Qing's vigorous blood.

Tricky!

Then, from the body of Monk Chang'anwei, a strand of bloodshot suddenly flowed out, and it gathered towards King Qing's palm, and the bloodshot quickly gathered into a drop of scarlet blood.

And his body, after the blood was drawn, quickly withered, turning into a mummy.

This scene is very similar to Zhenjiang City's **** disaster, like a re-enactment.

Looking at the scarlet drop of blood in his hand, the color of greed flashed in King Qing's eyes.

It's not enough, it's not enough, it's far from it.

However, if this Chang'an is slaughtered, the blood that can be collected should be enough.

Even if you can't break the ancestral realm by then, the half ancestor is absolutely nothing to say.

Finally, he raised his narrow and sharp Danfeng eyes, stepped into the air with one step, volleyed across the void, and picked up the steps.

Masses of blood surging under his feet.

"Li Qiubai, you are the sword fairy and I am Emperor Wu."

"You are all monks in the honorable state. You have a good life in your life. With a sword, you can meet mountains to open mountains and rivers to cut rivers. Although you are satisfied, you have a bit of experience."

"And I'm good at calculating, and even planning for thousands of years, Li Qiu defeated, why don't you fall into my wishful thinking?"

"Today, I don't just want to count you, but also count the people of the world and this giant spirit profound veteran."

With every step he took, a word fell in his mind.

When all the words in his heart fell, he was already hanging high above the sky, looking around, his breath suddenly released.

There are both the invincible and domineering style of physical training, and the awe-inspiring arrogance of the heavenly nobles, and the weather is magnificent.

Great Xia Qing King, Xia Qing!

There was a sudden wind in Chang'an, where there was no wind.

Whizzed past.

The wind is blowing in Chang'an.

A cloud of fog appeared in the huge Chang'an City.

The source of this fog appeared in Xianglong Mansion and spread in a flash, covering the entire Chang'an City in the blink of an eye.

In the city, in many mansions and quiet chambers, countless monks who were immersed in exercises, or dedicated to sacrificing magical instruments, or refining medicine, suddenly sensed a terrifying aura and raised their heads in horror.

In the next moment, there was a thick black mist seeping from the surrounding walls and under the ground, instantly enveloping their bodies.

Immediately, they found that they seemed to be trapped in a swamp, and could not move at all.

A series of fine bloodshots overflowed from their bodies and merged into the mist.

As these bloodshots poured out, their skin gradually became dry and shriveled, the blood on their faces gradually disappeared, and their consciousness gradually blurred.

Because the bloodshot drawn out is their vitality, it is the essence and blood, and when the essence and blood are empty, their lives will be gone.

Above the sky.

At this time, a burly figure appeared beside King Qing.

It was a cyan giant with blue eyes shining, and the black mist was emitted by him.

In front of the two of them, there is a huge blood cell, which is constantly rotating.

Countless bloodshots are constantly pouring in from all directions in Chang'an, converging on this blood cell.

"Xuanzun," King Qing looked at the cyan giant with a sudden smile: "There should be no problem, right."

The cyan giant is surprisingly the strongest of the giant spirits and demons, the first of the four gods in the abyss of the Tianmen realm introduced by King Qing himself, Xuanzun!

Xuanzun stretched out one hand, and a series of mists continuously poured out from the palm of his hand, and then swam and dispersed like a dragon, spreading across the entire Chang'an City.

"District Chang'an, as long as no monk at the noble level appears, it is nothing more than a plaything in my hand." Xuanzun smiled gloomily.

"That's good," King Qing nodded his head relievedly, revealing a cruel smile, "There is no noble monk in Chang'an. Even if there is, I can stop him."

At this moment, the black mist covered Chang'an, like a ghost in the world.

There was a fog in Chang'an.

All the creatures in the mist, their essence and blood, were drawn by Xuanzun in the blink of an eye.

An ordinary mortal turned into a mummy almost instantly.

Even a monk with an extraordinary cultivation level does not have much resistance. At most, he has a huge amount of blood, which can support a period of time.

The Mist Cage Palace.

A huge formation sensed the wind, and instantly reacted. The golden light formed a semicircular shield, covering the entire palace.

The fog wanted to penetrate into the palace, but was blocked by this large formation, so the two collided.

The loud jingle bells reverberated constantly.

This mist turned into various appearances, once slammed on the glass cover like a magic hammer, and once bite and impacted like a wild beast.

The power of horror reverberated continuously, but the shield did not move.

Because this is part of the Chang'an Great Formation, and part of the strength of the strongest formation in the world.

Outside the shield, the mist continued to flow.

Inside the shield, in the hall, there was a torrent of people.

A woman with grace and noble temperament sits on the high dragon head throne.

Underneath, is the Great Xia monk who is angry with the sentiments.

"King Qing is crazy!"

"As a Daxia royal family, a human monk, he dared to make friends with the demon venerable!"

"It's not a question of his friendship with Demon Venerable now. He wants to slaughter the city! You can understand!"

"A King Qing and a Profound Venerable, both possess the power of the Nine Realm Sovereign Titles, how do we stop it? A dead end!"

After all, only a few people knew about the existence of the Lun Zun Great Formation, so many monks in the hall who didn't know the existence of this formation were already in despair.

Some people were furious, while others trembled and felt extremely painful.

No matter what the purpose of King Qing is, what he is doing now is contrary to the morals and chilling.

"Your honor, start the big battle of Slaughter." Among the crowd, Chang'an Wei An Xihou stepped forward, clasped his fists and said in a voice.

Xia Zhao's phoenix eyes lifted slightly, her expression extremely calm, and she looked at An Xihou.

"Your honor, can't hesitate anymore." Anxihou said with bloodshot eyes.

By this time, no one of the Daxia cultivators on the court was a fool, and he instantly understood a lot of things that they had a hole card in Chang'an and could deal with the situation of two slaughter cities!

"My lord, no matter what price you have to pay to start this so-called slaying grand formation, you don't need to hesitate anymore.

No matter how great the price is, it won't be greater than Chang'an being massacred! "Someone said bitterly.

Soon, this remark caused a series of responses.

Everyone is determined to look at Xia Zhao, look at this magnificent woman, and wait for her final decision.

"Okay." Xia Zhao slowly nodded in the eager eyes of everyone, and said softly.

She stood up.

The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared in Xia Zhao's hand.

The moment the blood appeared, the many Daxia cultivators in the hall who had at least seven levels of cultivation were all discolored, their hairs standing upright, as if facing a wild beast.

What kind of blood is that?

The golden light was as bright as a round of sun, dazzling astonishingly, the gods rushed into the sky, entwined with strands of fairy air.

As soon as it appeared, it revealed an unpredictable coercion.

The most terrifying thing is that there is no murderous in this drop of blood, just the natural pressure that is already so terrifying.

Incredible!

A drop of blood is so terrifying, how terrifying will the owner of the blood be?

Who's blood?

Xia Zhao flicked the drop of blood lightly.

The world suddenly rises.

The blood exuded a surging aura, suddenly rushed, left the mask, broke through the heavy black mist, suspended to the high sky, exuding huge energy like an ocean, shaking the void and trembling, and the fluctuations that it emitted seemed to tear the sky. .

Outside the palace, above Chang'an, Xuanzun let out an exclamation, narrowed his eyes, and smelled a sense of danger.

In this drop of blood, he felt the breath that made him tremble, as if he had seen a man through the blood, his shape was not very real, he was looking at him.

That is Daozu!

Xuanzun trembled all over, even if he was the number one demon in the Tianmen domain, he had a heart of fear subconsciously at this time, and he wanted to bow his head and claim his court.

This is just a drop of blood!

King Qing beside him watched this scene with extremely complicated expression, but his heart was extremely enthusiastic.

This is the ancestral realm, a drop of essence and blood can make Xuanzun tremble and fear!

The golden blood exudes endless brilliance, hanging down.

Following this, amazing changes have taken place.

Looking down on Chang'an, you will find that in the city that has been completely shrouded in black mist at this time, there are countless golden lights shining from the ground of Chang'an, breaking through the heavy black mist.

The golden grass snake gray thread, as if there is an invisible large pen, is wandering.

Dragons and snakes fly, iron paintings at sunset, misty silver hooks.

Majestic and magnificent.

This is the great slaying formation of Chang'an City, with the entire Chang'an as the formation, the vertical and horizontal streets as the formation, the palace as the formation eye, and the power of heaven and earth as the source of the formation power.

It’s start-up, cost is

Dao Ancestor Essence Blood!

Such a large array can only be activated by the essence of Dao Ancestor.

"What is this?" Xuanzun was very jealous, a little angered, "It can threaten me, didn't you say that everything is in order?"

"With this array, I can't continue to refine the blood for you, otherwise I might die."

"Don't worry, everything is under the control of this king." King Qing looked around at the brilliance that enveloped the whole Chang'an, and saw the dense cyclones rising from all over Chang'an like stars. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes flashed brightly. , Snorted suddenly.

In Chang'an, there are 480 tenement buildings.

The outer building of the Qingshanlou outside the mountain.

The building is a hundred feet high.

Before that, no one knew the purpose of these 480 tenement buildings, why were they heavily guarded?

But now, they know.

At this moment, all the four hundred and eighty tenement buildings radiated light, and Changhong rushed out.

The Tang Tower is the 480 points of the Lian Zun Great Array.

Only at this time, turmoil occurred almost simultaneously among the 480 tenement buildings.

Someone held a short dagger and plunged into the light.

Afterwards, the Tang Mansion trembled violently.

A breeze passed.

The walls slumped, the hall fell, sawdust splashed, and the tenement buildings shattered.

The silhouettes kept splashing, and smoke was everywhere.

Above the sky.

A blazing spear fell from a very high place and landed directly on King Qing's hand.

A scorching flame ignited from the spear.

King Qing frowned in pain.

This is the pain that Emperor Wu's body can't resist.

just

King Qing held the spear tightly, but refused to let it go.

Because this is the spear of power!

King Qing endured the burning pain in his hands and lightly waved his spear.

The endless whistling sound immediately echoed between heaven and earth.

The yellow cloth guise of the wine shop in Fangshi is whistling, the locust trees by the road are whizzing, the plantains by the river are whizzing, and the lion carved in stone is breathing

The whole city of Chang'an was breathing and whistling.

The world of Chang'an was already under his control.

His gaze was faint, looking towards the palace that was shrouded in golden light.

"Fall." Qing Wang said softly.

As he fell, the golden light eroded by the black mist gradually faded and may dissipate at any time.

In the palace.

Xia Zhao spit out blood, his face pale as a snow-capped mountain.

"Honorable!" Anxihou was shocked.

Xia Zhao wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, clutched his chest, shook his head, and whispered, "Liu Zun Great Formation is now under the control of King Qing."

"Now they are three."

"How is it possible?" An Xihou staggered, his body trembling.

"He found the fate of the Slaughter Zun Array, and temporarily forcibly seized control of the Slaughter Array."

"This is the big formation set up by Dao Ancestor, how could it be so easily found flaws, so easily taken?" Anxihou struggled, still holding the last glimmer of hope.

"Daozu is very strong, but the formation is dead after all. King Qing has prepared for this time for too long, too long." Xia Zhao had already reacted by this time. This time King Qing's entry into Chang'an was completely a shocking event. Conspiracy, a long-planned conspiracy.

"The Lun Zun formation is very strong, so even if King Qing prepares for such a long time, he can only seize control of the Lun Zun formation for half an hour. After half an hour, the Lun Zun formation will return to my hand."

Xia Zhao looked around, his eyes swept across the faces of all the Daxia cultivators on the court, "Just, can you guys survive this half an hour?"

No one answered the words.

"Everyone, today is the time for me to fulfill the words of the day." Xia Zhao calmly sat back on the Dragon Head Throne, extremely calm about the coming disaster.

But the Daxia cultivator underneath didn't have this concentration anymore.

After all, how many people can keep calm in the face of death?

Desperate, wanting to fight to the death, whispering and even blaming Xia Zhao are also there.

"If it weren't for your superiors to scorn our admonitions and just go our own way, how could it be where we are today"

"Women are women after all, they are sentimental"

The accusations grew from small to loud, and gradually became the mainstream.

These undisguised accusations naturally fell into Xia Zhao's ears, but her expression remained calm.

"Return with your honor!" Amidst the tumult, An Xihou, the leader of Chang'anwei and Xia Zhao's close friend, finally calmed down, took a step forward, and expressed his support for Xia Zhao very firmly.

In the face of this chaotic situation, Xia Zhao's mood was slightly embarrassed, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Since it was my choice that day, facing such a result, I have no regrets and no regrets." She glanced over the Daxia monks with different attitudes, and said very calmly.

Because this Daxia's second supreme, the first female supreme, has been indifferent to the possibility of Chang'an City being out of control since the supremacy.

In ten thousand years, she has hardly developed her own power, not to mention, she has transferred all the power and resources she can control to Tianhe City.

Although in the eyes of many human monks, Xia Zhao's arrangement was not selfish, and it was extremely necessary.

But for so many years, many Daxia monks have expressed fierce opposition.

Because of Xia Zhao's actions, it can only show that she is a good Great Xia Senior, not a qualified Great Xia Senior.

Lord Daxia, not only should he shoulder the responsibility of guarding the human race and the human domain, but also shoulder Daxia.

If all the power of Chang'an is transferred to Tianhe, won't Chang'an become empty?

But back then, in the face of those fiercely opposed Daxia monks, Xia Zhao only said a word, and then beat all the objections back.

"Chang'an will not be captured. If it is captured, I will go with it."

"I am the honorable, I am not afraid of death, you are afraid?"

I still remember the domineering and resoluteness of the female respect when she said this sentence.

In the eyes of the great monks, Xia Zhao, who relied on Li Qiubai to be able to sit down, was like a white rabbit, who was gentle and weak and could be bullied, showing her absolute toughness for the first time.

Because she knows better than anyone what is most important.

Know better than anyone, the terrible of the Demon Race.

The Mozu is a monster, a wild beast, but it was suppressed by Xia Zu back then.

But Xia Daozu hadn't been out for a long time, the day when the wild beast finally got out of trouble and once again plucked up the courage to choose someone and eat it.

At that time, the ferocity and power that the wild beasts that have suppressed for thousands of years can erupt will be unimaginable.

Tianhe City is the lifeline of the human realm. If it can't hold it, what about Chang'an City?

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She knew better than anyone else.

So even if countless Daxia Brothers raised objections to her "selfless" approach, even a few people who were loyal to her made suggestions euphemistically, she still went her own way.

And King Qing also took advantage of this point that Xia Yan didn't care about, and thus solved the problem of the Lun Zun Great Array in Ten Thousand Years' planning.

Not many people can understand Xia Wan's decision, except for Li Qiu's defeat.

In fact, she never cared about Daxia Zun being in this position, and never cared about the so-called rights.

If it weren't for that responsibility, she would have abandoned everything and followed Jian Xian to travel the world.

But since she is in this position, she has only one goal since the beginning

The merits are not for a while, but wins forever.

Although nothing can be seen now, time will prove everything, and history will prove everything.

It's just that Xia Zhao sits high above the throne, his eyes like waves seem to travel through endless time and space, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world.

She might not see that moment anymore.

It's just that even though the heart is extremely firm, at this moment, facing the Daxia monks with different thoughts, extreme exhaustion and a faint fear quietly surfaced in Xia Luo's heart.

She was not afraid of death.

It was the fear that after this, he would never see that person again.

The prosperous age will fall, and the abyss is on the side. As a member of the human race, she can only pay for it.

However, a woman named Xia Xiaoxiao also thought that once the demon clan's chaos subsided and the world was peaceful, she would immediately abandon the position of Daxia Zun, who was coveted by everyone, to fish and woods, farming and reading, and waves in the world.

It now appears that everything is just hope after all.

In the palace, a woman sighed far away.

There was no grievance in the sigh, only a long regret.