Yin Nanxuan's expression at this time could be called ferocious.

Being forced by Dongfang Xi to use the Azure Dragon Seal to use the Suzaku Seal, he could still accept it if he thought about it carefully, but being forced to use the Suzaku Seal by Bei Mingxiu's sword, he only felt embarrassed and angry.

But at the same time, he also keenly seized an opportunity.

The Han Ming Sword is Beiming Xiu's natal magic weapon. If it is destroyed, Beiming Xiu will suffer backlash.

And if the sword that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Beiming family is destroyed, even if Beiming Xiu is not seriously injured by the backlash, he will definitely be furious and will be in chaos.

No matter what, this is his chance!

Yin Nanxuan made up his mind and gritted his teeth to suppress the Hanming Sword.

Although the power of the Hanming Sword was so powerful that he could not suppress it with all his cultivation, but now that the power of the Suzaku Seal was pouring into his body, he was confident that there would be no big problem if he paid the price.

His hands wrapped with countless silk threads were stretched out in front of him, and he was about to catch the flying Han Ming Sword, when his expression suddenly changed.

In the previous battle, all the silk threads he scattered in Muya City were completely destroyed by the cold air of Beiming Xiu. Before he had a chance to lay out his plan again, the ice lotus flying from the air forced him to

He had to flee all the time, and finally finally found a chance to escape into Muya City.

Now there is a strange barrier behind him, which should be Ye Xinglu's handiwork. With this barrier existing, it will be more difficult for those bastards who would not do anything for him to get in. In such a short time, he

Bei Mingxiu and Ye Xinglu had already forced them into an extremely embarrassing situation.

But he was also sure that neither Bei Mingxiu nor Ye Xinglu dared to leave the ice tower too far. They only dared to attack him from a distance.

So, who touched the thin line on his right side now?

Before Yin Nanxuan could react, a person appeared from his right side.

He was alone and in mid-air at the moment, but in Yin Nanxuan's eyes, this person seemed to have fallen from mid-air with all the spiritual power in the area.

In Yin Nanxuan's perception, the spiritual power in the surrounding area has briefly gathered in this person's body, and there is a powerful and ancient power in his body.

It was like a soaring dragon, swinging its claws at him that could tear everything apart.

Yin Nanxuan's expression changed, not because of fear, but simply anger.

He knew who this guy was.

After becoming the Suzaku Envoy, he never took this guy seriously.

He is just a trash with some pure dragon blood. Now that the Yi family has withered away, who is he?

But now, this loser actually wants to kill him?

wrong.

This loser actually rebelled against the Holy Pavilion and sided with Bei Mingxiu?

"Yi Ming!"

Yin Nanxuan shouted loudly.

His hands were about to clamp the Hanming Sword, and almost all his energy was devoted to controlling the Suzaku seal.

There was no time to take care of Yi Ming.

If we just look at the superficial situation, Yi Ming's attack will definitely kill Yin Nanxuan.

But after all, he is the Suzaku envoy, one of the four holy envoys of the Holy Pavilion. He is able to control the Suzaku seal. His powerful cultivation of half an immortal level is enough to arrogantly surpass most people on Lingxiao Peak. How could he fall into a desperate situation so easily?

Countless thin lines pierced the floor tiles at this moment, rising up from the ground, like countless sharp spears, piercing Yi Ming's body in an instant.

Yi Ming did not dodge and could not dodge, but the extremely powerful dragon body he had created by absorbing spiritual power was easily pierced by those thin threads, causing a look of pain on his face.

Countless blood arrows spurted out from the wounds all over his body, and those thin threads were like the strings of a puppet, firmly nailed into his body.

This kind of pain is unbearable for most people.

"This is the big gift I just prepared. I originally wanted to find a decent cultivator in the city to give those two bitches a surprise. Now that you are here, it is the best!" Yi Suzaku phantom died.

Suppressing the advance of the Han Ming Sword, Yin Nanxuan looked at Yi Ming, whose face was completely distorted by the thin thread that had completely invaded his body in mid-air, with a happy and weird smile, "Canglong Bloodline, there is no better puppet."

Yi Ming ignored his words.

He has never been a talkative person, and even though his whole body is in excruciating pain, he has no intention of begging for mercy from this bastard.

But he knew that he had underestimated the enemy after all.

As a Suzaku envoy, Yin Nanxuan's cultivation level is extremely high, and the strings of cultivation are ever-changing and unpredictable. Even if he is seriously injured by those ice lotus explosions, he is still a terrifying beast, and he will change into a monster due to his injuries.

A more ferocious and terrifying beast.

After all, he did not follow Bei Mingxiu's request and carried out a sneak attack when Yin Nanxuan Mountain was at the end of its rope. Now that the success was on the verge of failure, he felt regretful in his heart, but he also felt a little relieved.

In the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, he could finally see Ye Xinglu. Although she was a little thinner than before, she was still full of energy and unscrupulous.

If she is still like this, he can feel more relieved.

Maybe if he died, she wouldn't continue to blame him.

only……

Yi Ming gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

The pulling threads are eroding his meridians, trying to control his body.

He would not let himself hurt Ye Xinglu even a little bit more.

A mysterious and powerful aura circulated rapidly in his body. This aura was full of vitality and vitality, but more importantly, there was a strong sense of oppression hidden within it.

"Want to self-destruct the dragon bloodline?"

A sinister smile appeared on Yin Nanxuan's pale face.

Suzaku was able to temporarily suppress Han Mingjian's Xing Qianli Move. His hands were freed in a short period of time, which was enough for him to completely turn Yi Ming into a puppet under his control. How could it be so easy for Yi Ming to self-destruct?

He glanced provocatively in the direction of the ice tower, and immediately put a

Another thin thread shot out and penetrated directly into Yi Ming's meridians.

…

"not good!"

Ye Xinglu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

She was now wholeheartedly blocking the six deputy envoys outside. She could only occasionally glance inside the city, but she didn't expect that Yi Ming would actually take action, and was firmly restrained by Yin Nanxuan. She was about to face misfortune at the sight of it.

She was no longer very angry with Yi Ming. After Bei Mingxiu revealed a lot of information about Yin Nanxuan, she knew that it must be him who told Bei Mingxiu.

She would never want to see Yi Ming die in front of her eyes, and be manipulated by that bastard Yin Nanxuan to take action against them.

It's just that she has no time to take action now, and Bei Mingxiu is focusing on wielding the sword wholeheartedly, and is also unable to help. How can they save Yi Ming?

Ye Xinglu was extremely anxious, but at this moment, she captured an image in a stroke in the city, and her anxiety increased instead of decreasing.

"Didn't I tell you to stay well in the capital? Why are you here?"

After muttering this to himself angrily, Ye Xinglu's pretty face turned red. She didn't know whether she was angry or oppressed by the array-breaking tactics of the six deputy envoys outside.

Among the strokes, there is a woman in white walking through the streets holding a sword. Both the person and the sword have an ethereal and illusory meaning.

Not like flowing clouds, but like mist.

Yin Nanxuan's smile disappeared and he shouted: "Who?"

What responded to him was an indomitable sword light.

There is obviously only one sword edge, but when it falls in Yin Nanxuan's eyes, it seems like there are thousands of virtual and real swords stabbing him.

And there seemed to be heavy clouds and mist in front of his eyes, making it difficult for him to discern the true trajectory of the sword.

There are only three kinds of swordsmanship in the Holy Pavilion that seem to connect the virtual and the real, and he knows this one.

The Akiyama Family's Yunshan Mist Surrounded Sword.

Yin Nanxuan's eyes narrowed and he shouted: "Qiu Wasakui, do you want to do the same?"

Qiu Shankui's eyes were cold, and the clouds and mountains of mist wrapped around the sword and moved with all their strength, as if everything in Yin Nanxuan's eyes was turning into mist.

At the same time, the edge of her sword cut through hundreds of thin lines that hit Yi Ming's body. Her sword didn't look sharp, but it really cut off all the thin lines, leaving no trace behind.

Yin Nanxuan's face became even more ugly.

He couldn't see the sword clearly, but he could feel it.

Akiyama Aoi's sword and the Han Ming Sword in front of him were clearly similar in approach and purpose.

Akiyama Aoi's sword contains the swordsmanship of Mugan Sword Peak, even if it is just a trace, it is extremely real!

"You traitors!"

Yin Nanxuan shouted angrily, and the thin threads rushed towards Qiu Wasabi.

Qiu Shankui dodged sideways, grabbed Yi Ming who was seriously injured on the ground, and immediately threw him into a haystack not far away.

She clenched her sword tightly, and the mist on the sword gradually thickened.
Chapter completed!