Silence, the huge palace, surprisingly quiet, with desperate eyes and mournful faces.
Defeated!
Zhao Qingyun was completely defeated. Under the powerful Fang Xiu, he was in the middle stage of Xiantian and had no ability to fight back. He was completely defeated in just two moves.
what to do?
This is the question in everyone's mind. What should they do next? The best master in the desert country has been defeated, but they have not forgotten that the first words Fang Xiu said when he came into the hall made it clear that he was here to rebel.
Zhao Qingyun's defeat is equivalent to saying that the champion prince's rebellion has been successful. As the saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Those who were aggressive and threatened to kill the rebellious officials and traitors in the hall should not humiliate the other party and use their words to show their advantage.
People's inner panic has been magnified to the extreme.
The entire Mo Kingdom's nobles are here, and they have witnessed with their own eyes that the world of Mo Kingdom has undergone earth-shaking changes. No one can say for sure what the future will be like.
But if the champion wins, at least half of the people present will not feel comfortable.
Some people were trembling, their legs were bent, and they almost knelt down in front of the champion.
Ahem...
Zhao Qingyun was still coughing up blood, and his face was extremely pale.
"Father."
Zhao Qing'er hurriedly ran to Zhao Qingyun, squatted down, lifted Zhao Qingyun up, and leaned against her: "Father, how are you?"
"You can't die yet."
Zhao Qingyun forced out a cruel smile.
"Just because you can't die for the time being doesn't mean you won't die. I'm here today and I have no intention of sparing your life."
Fang Xiu carried one hand on his back and walked towards Zhao Qingyun step by step. The words in his mouth were as cold as a knife. He was like a judge who came out of hell, giving Zhao Qingyun ruthless judgment in one sentence.
"Fang Xiu, please spare my father's life."
Zhao Qing'er knelt on the ground and looked at Fang Xiu. Her eyes were full of complexity, with regret and more of hatred. But now that Fang Xiu had the upper hand, she had to put aside her dignity as the eldest princess and beg Fang Xiu to let her go.
Father.
"What qualifications do you have to plead with me? Has the eldest princess forgotten how aloof she was when she broke off the engagement?"
Fang Xiu sneered. The father and daughter in front of him disgusted him to the extreme.
At this time, you can never have any kindness. This is the enemy of life and death in front of you, and there is nothing to discuss.
Fang Xiu will never forget that Zhao Qingyun sent people to destroy him and deliberately dug up the four great Rakshasa, just to put them all to death.
Again, the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. If he and the four Rakshasa fell into the hands of Zhao Qingyun today, I am afraid that all five of them would kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy, and Zhao Qingyun would not even frown and wave the ruthless butcher knife.
"Fang Xiu, your revenge has been avenged and your hatred has disappeared. Your insult to me has reached the ultimate level for a woman. I, Zhao Qing'er, can't hold my head up for the rest of my life. Now the country of Desert has fallen into your hands.
Isn’t all this enough?”
Zhao Qing'er's voice was stern, and her eyes were full of tears, but Fang Xiu could see the unwillingness and anger deep in Zhao Qing'er's eyes. It was resentment that could not be concealed. This woman was enduring endless humiliation and grievance, begging for mercy from her enemy.
Put down everything, put down your dignity, just for a way out.
This kind of person is really terrible.
Those who know how to tolerate are the most dangerous enemies.
Fang Xiu shook his head and said ruthlessly: "This is a dead end. If Fang Xiu doesn't die, Zhao Qingyun must die."
brush!
While he was speaking, a sharp sword appeared in Fang Xiu's hand. The cold sword light emitted endless cold air. As soon as the sword energy came out, the temperature in the entire hall dropped.
This is a murderous sword. It has been on the battlefield for many years and has been stained with countless blood. Its bloodthirsty characteristics have given this sword a touch of spirituality. With Fang Xiu's murderous intention, the fighting sword is also excited.
Zhao Qinger wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhao Qingyun.
"Fang Xiu, I have nothing to say about today's defeat. If you are a man, don't embarrass Qing'er. What happened at Tianduan Mountain was my own doing, and no one else knew about it."
Zhao Qingyun said.
The court hall is desolate, and a country is in mourning.
One misstep leads to eternal hatred, and it has been a hundred years since I looked back.
Fang Xiu's murderous aura was surging and he didn't want to say another word. What happened to Zhao Qing'er? Let's not talk about it for now. Zhao Qingyun must die.
The cold sword energy, filled with the smell of death, slowly moved towards Zhao Qingyun's head.
The atmosphere of despair permeated the entire Qingyun Palace, heavy and sad!
"stop!"
At this moment, a cold shout suddenly sounded from outside the sky, and the sound echoed through the entire Qingyun Palace.
Whoosh!
Accompanying the sound, a harsh sound of wind broke through the air, and a ray of white light penetrated the solid ceiling of Qingyun Palace and roared in.
The white light was impartial and extremely fast, hitting the sword in Fang Xiu's hand.
Keng!
The white light was indestructible and easily knocked Fang Xiu's sword into two pieces.
The powerful force shook Fang Xiu's arm along with the broken sword. He couldn't hold the sword in his hand no matter what, and dropped it to the ground with a clang.
Kick, kick, kick!
At the same time, Fang Xiu took three big steps back, feeling that half of his body was numb, his chest felt tight, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Son."
Yu Shuai and Fang Ying, with quick eyesight and quick hands, stepped forward to help Fang Xiu.
"There are experts."
Fang Xiu's expression was extremely ugly. That random ray of white light carried a monstrous power. In front of that power, he was like an ant, without the slightest resistance. If it weren't for his eternal supreme body and strong physical body, he would be just
The counter-shock force transmitted by the broken sword was enough to shatter one of his arms.
The broken sword fell to the ground, which made Fang Xiu feel heartbroken. This sword had been with him for many years, and he had fought on the battlefield and made great achievements. He never thought that it would be destroyed here today.
Zhao Qingyun, who had closed his eyes, opened them again. He and Zhao Qing'er looked at each other with shock on their faces.
Who will save them?
Mo Country is a secular country and has no backing. Although Zhao Qing'er has obtained a quota to enter the Tianxuan Sect to practice, it is only a quota. Compared with Yu Shuai, there is a huge difference.
But the person who took action just now was definitely stronger than Xiantian, and was at least a master of the air control realm.
Masters of the Sky Control Realm are already warriors in the true sense, and they are transcendent figures. Why would they come to save them?
The warrior forces in Yunzhou never participate in secular battles and leave enough space for the secular world to survive.
"Here he comes, he must be a master of Tianxuan Sect."
Zhao Qingyun looked surprised, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. This was also the reason why he dared to touch Commander Yu, and was his real support.
Just yesterday, Tianxuan Sect sent a message about Zhao Qing'er.
Wow!
A large hole was opened in the roof of Qingyun Palace, and a middle-aged woman with fluttering robes, dressed in white, descended from the sky.
The woman looked to be about forty years old, with an average appearance. She was not beautiful, but she was not ugly either, but her aura was overwhelming. The aura she exuded casually made it difficult to breathe and made people want to prostrate themselves on the ground.
The crowd was restless, and someone was flying in the air. This was a sign of the air control realm. This woman was at least a master of the air control realm, surpassing the innate, and a true master of martial arts.
"Li Yunmo, master of golden elixir."
When Yu Shuai saw the person coming, he couldn't help but frown.
Golden elixir!
Fang Xiu and others took a breath. The master of the golden elixir was still above Yukong. The champion was so talented that he almost became the first person in the secular country, but he had never seen a master of the golden elixir.
To the secular world, a golden elixir master is a god-like existence that one can truly look up to.
"She is from Tianxuan Sect?"
Fang Xiu asked, since Yu Shuai recognized the person, there was a high probability that the person was a master of Tianxuan Sect.
"That's right, she is the Jindan elder of our Tianxuan Sect, who is on the same level as my master. How could she come here suddenly?"
Yu Shuai was puzzled.
Li Yunmo's clothes were fluttering, like an immortal descending. She had a proud face. She didn't look at anyone after she appeared. She came directly to Zhao Qing'er and said: "I am Li Yunmo, the elder of Jindan of Tianxuan Sect. Zhao Qing'er, you
Are you willing to join my sect and become my disciple?"