Xiao Shengxuan tightened his hold on her and said, "Go back first."
"Are you white-haired?"
"Um."
"How did you..."
"I'll tell you when I get back."
He wanted to leave this unpleasant place.
But Mr. Su and King Jin'an took action at the same time.
Xie Lingyan's eyes darkened, and she flew away suddenly.
Taking the sword into her hands, the light of the sword flashed across her swiftly, and she resisted the sharp weapon thrown by King Jin'an.
That's a pointed cone? It's a stick no more than three feet long. It has a sharp shoulder and dense thorns on its half body.
Someone actually uses something like this as a weapon?
Xie Lingyan was a little confused, looked at the man standing by and asked, "What is that?"
Xiao Shengxuan said, "The soul-piercing cone, once it falls, the soul's thoughts will be wiped out. This thing kills people like the soul being stabbed by thousands of needles."
When King Jin'an was a child, he lived in a cold palace and struggled to survive. He experienced brothers fighting each other and killing each other. He saw the bloody changes in power and knew that people's hearts are as evil and turbid as mud.
He hates betrayal, hates use, and hates everyone who is above him.
Anyone who can't compare to him and wants to be superior to him will be punished, and his way of questioning criminals is to drink blood on people one by one. He will not test the secret until he proves a fatal method.
Just kick the damn person away.
Xiao Shengxuan was explaining on the side.
People listening around were frightened.
This King of Jin'an seems to be approachable, but he actually has such a horrifying habit in private?
No wonder there are such unknown secrets in Jin'an Prince's Mansion and the Hall of the King of Hell.
Xie Lingyan held a sword and fought with her uncle who had entered the third level of the Mahayana Taoist Realm. The opponent used a sharp awl that had entangled countless innocent souls.
This thing was dug out from the ground. It was green when it was taken out, but now it has turned white. It was the light left after being touched by human life. The light reflected the innocent souls who were stabbed to death. They were all covered in blood.
A man burdened with hatred and pain, his screams covered by light. As long as you take a look at it, you can feel the coldness that penetrates your heart and bones.
King Jin'an asked, "Are you Xie Lingyan, the daughter of Ling Xirui?"
"That's right, I want to call you uncle."
"Hmph, I don't dare to have a niece like you who deceives my master and destroys my ancestors, betrays my ancestors, and even almost kills my daughter. Today I will teach you how to behave on behalf of your mother."
“It’s not certain who will teach whom.”
When the sword rises, the emperor rules the world.
The First Sword: Conquer the world, deploy a sword array, and trap the enemy in the abyss without being able to get out.
The second sword: Nine princes unite, the sword formation rises, killing the enemy and overturning the situation.
The third sword: Hundreds of phoenixes facing the phoenix, the sword returns to the heart, the fighting ceases and the feast is flourishing.
Her swordsmanship is quick and agile, full of killing power.
The power of the sword was like a rainbow, and the sword energy overlapped in layers. She held the sword and slashed down.
King Jin'an relied on the bloodthirsty soul-piercing awl to fight against the invincible man with the sword.
"Han Mist Sword? Your mother really found everything for you."
King Jin'an sneered and pushed the sharp awl in his hand hard.
Xie Lingyan felt strenuous. The sword barrier resisted the overwhelming soul-piercing cone. The cone was probably stained with too much human blood, and was actually flowing with a cold air. The aura spread out, one by one, and wrapped around her body.
.
This seemingly inconspicuous and innocuous thing turned out to be a seventh-grade magic weapon.
Xie Lingyan turned to look at the white-haired man who was watching. She didn't know why he had turned into a living person, still wearing a mask, and his hair had turned gray. The situation was critical. Wu Lei thought, guessing that he was probably borrowing someone else's money.
Got pregnant.
The white-haired fairy is a spirit, and it is impossible for him to walk alone in this sunshine. Even Xie Lingyan, a daughter of the heavenly spirit, cannot control him as a spirit.
There are many secrets about him. She doesn't even know his name, so she doesn't find anything strange about what he does. But if he doesn't take action now, she will probably be penetrated by this disgusting soul-piercing cone.
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Xiao Shengxuan still didn't move, he said, "We are already at the seventh level of the Guimingyan Saint Realm. Where is your momentum?"
"I..." Xie Lingyan thought, my power and power are all in my idleness?
Usually she only focused on practicing speed, and rarely cared about the posture. Now she realized that the posture also needs to be evaporated step by step before it can be condensed into a stable form and then used for her own purposes.
Just like a sword, it feels heavy when you hold it in your hand for the first time, but after wielding it for a long time, you will gradually feel that it has become one with you without distinguishing each other. That is the state of the unity of man and sword.
Her power also needs to be matched with that of her master.
Potential, potential?
What is momentum?
Where is the power of the emperor in the world?
Just a sword?
No, it means that every gesture can make people feel oppressed and intimidated, that is power, that is awe and bowing to the venerable and the strong.
She looked at the murderous prince opposite her. Was she going to have his soul pierced by a cone? Or was she going to decide the situation with her own sword?
The other party is at the third level of the Mahayana Taoist Realm, and she is at the seventh level of the Guimingyan Holy Realm. Is she worse than him?
Not bad. In the past, Creation Lingkong was able to compete with Mahayana Daozang, why can't it be done now?
No, she can.
A sword of cold smoke breaks the shackles of the world.
The sword she was pointing at suddenly became barbed, and quietly transformed into countless sword shadows. Some of the sword shadows resisted the attacking murderous intent, and some of the sword shadows went straight towards King Jin'an's life gate.
"Uncle Imperial, there is no limit to everything, and there is only enough. Do you really want to kill me, your niece?"
King Jin'an snorted coldly, "When you wanted to kill my daughter, did you ever think that I was your uncle?"
"Then when she wanted to kill me, did she ever think that I was a living person, regardless of whether I was her cousin or not?"
"In that case, I have nothing to say to you."
The majestic prince showed no mercy to his niece, and his violence rolled like waves.
Xie Lingyan raised her sword and struck, she said, "Then, it doesn't matter, life or death."
Her sword suddenly turned into a sword, and the light was like dust. Thousands of sword lights condensed directly into a huge sword, and then cut down from the sky.
"Uncle, I won't kill you, but I will destroy you. You have treated my mother poorly and hurt her, and my son will repay you."
The force of the sword came down, and the huge sword curtain shook away several people around who tried to rush up to save the master.
A series of clear sword-like light holes passed through the body of King Jin'an who was trapped in it. One of his arms was forcibly removed, and he spent half his life cultivating it, and followed those streams of light to disperse.
Fierce screams rang out.
Everyone looked at that scene in shock.
Xie Lingyan waved her hand and released the sword.
The sharp sword penetrated straight into the ground, just one foot away from King Jin'an.
She wanted to pierce his head with a sword, but in the end she missed it a little.
Instead of thinking about family ties, we should also think about the so-called distinction between good and evil in the world.
Everyone around looked at him with horror on their faces.
This Xie Lingyan actually wants to kill her uncle?
Prince Jin'an was almost killed?
Wen Jinyan's face also turned pale. What others didn't dare to do, Xie Lingyan actually did with a raise of her hand.
Xie Lingyan said coldly, "Ling Fengyue, your death is not a pity, but I will not kill you because you are not worthy. I am afraid that your blood will stain my sword."
She reached for her sword.
Mr. Wen's expression was extremely ugly, while Wen Jinyan was so shocked that she could not speak.
She Xie Lingyan returned to the seventh level of the Mingyan Saint Realm. How did she exert such momentum? Was it her just now?
Xie Lingyan stood tall and proud. After the powerful explosion, she suddenly became weak and swayed. Xiao Shengxuan hurriedly reached out to help her into his arms to protect her.
He hugged the person and asked, "Can you relieve your anger?"