Qin Xuan left, and he didn't even take the Xuanyuan Sword.
That was left to China by the Yellow Emperor, and Qin Xuan would not take it away.
Whose hand it ends up in has nothing to do with him.
Chen Zixiao's death seemed to have finally wiped away all the regrets he had in his previous life.
No one in the world dares to rival this star.
The bustling city is finally under your feet.
He strolled and looked at the Jinling city in the distance.
With every step, he walked very slowly. With every step, his figure seemed to be getting taller and taller, and his eyes were as bright as the sky.
Since Chen Zixiao's death, his consciousness has been turned upside down.
The Immortal Heart Emperor's Thought is like the mirror of the great sun, the tiny cracks are being repaired and healed bit by bit.
The hatred that once made him hate him for eternity was finally avenged.
When Qin Xuan walked into Jinling, the sound of sirens rang all around, and the sound of bustling fell into his ears, making him come back to his senses a little.
Many people were looking at him with strange expressions on their faces.
He is dressed in gray clothes that look like ancient costume, and his hair is as white as snow. Such an outfit is too rare in this era.
Many people have even taken out their mobile phones and are ready to take pictures.
Qin Xuan smiled faintly and did not stop him. He still walked quietly, walking through the street, walking through the flow of people, and crossing the road.
He seemed to be walking in the world of mortals, with all the earth beneath his feet.
Every step he took was very slow and careful.
I have passed through the mortal world, leaving only the video.
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In Jiuhua Mountain, for a quarter of an hour since Qin Xuan left, no one dared to move.
They looked at each other in confusion, and more eyes fell on Chen Zixiao.
Now, Chen Zixiao is bathed in blood, and the terrifying sword marks in his dantian are constantly bleeding, staining his clothes.
His body was looming, his eyes were dull, like a fool.
The Dantian is completely destroyed, the meridians are cut off, and the Chen family is destroyed...
Every one of them is enough for Chen Zixiao to accept, but now, he seems to have become the most miserable person in the world.
The man who originally held the royal power was running rampant across China, but now he is like a bereaved dog, covered in scars.
"The Qing Emperor must have gone far away, right?"
"Chen Zixiao is completely finished. His Dantian and meridians are broken, and he will have no hope for the rest of his life!"
"It's a pity, but who can be blamed? Who dared him to be the enemy of the Qing Emperor?"
The heroes and heroines were talking loudly. Among them, Qingxu's pupils were faintly frightened.
He looked at Chen Zixiao. He originally came out of the mountain to see a big battle, but he never thought that this battle would involve one person destroying everything and the other looking down on him.
Chen Zixiao's power is not even inferior to him, and the sharpness of the Xuanyuan Sword is enough to shake Kunlun.
But in front of the Qing Emperor, the so-called Xuanyuan and the so-called Chen Zixiao seemed like the breeze.
horrible!
Qingxu was full of fear, and there was even more lingering fear in his heart.
How desperate was he before that he actually tried to take revenge on the Qing Emperor?
Qingxu looked at Chen Zixiao, her thoughts were in a mess, and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Qian Fugui couldn't help but remain silent. He always liked to laugh, but he didn't smile at the moment.
"Is royal power just a joke?" He finally laughed at himself. For the sake of his so-called inheritance of wealth, he stayed away from the world. In the past few years, he had been refining the magic weapons and spending time in the boring scriptures.
Pass.
Qian Fugui thought Qin Xuan was a friend, but why didn't he feel proud in his heart? Because he thought he was qualified to be friends with Qin Xuan, but now...
The self-mockery on Qian Fugui's face became even more intense. In the eyes of the Qing Emperor, I'm afraid he was just a joke, right?
Royal power, wealth, and supremacy in China
The inheritance was so unbearable in front of the Qing Emperor.
"Is this day really only as high as the eyes?" Qian Fugui seriously reflected for the first time. In China, royal power and wealth are as high as the sky. It has been inherited since ancient times. Royal power assists the emperor, and wealth is the lifeline.
But now, where does this Qing Emperor come from?
Where is it above this sky?
Qian Fugui even felt a little anxious in his heart and wanted to ask Qin Xuan.
In the end, his feet never moved a step.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came out from the crowd.
"Although Chen Zixiao is destroyed, he is the successor of the royal power, possesses the inheritance of the royal power, and even has the artifact Xuanyuan Sword!"
"If anyone can get Chen Zixiao, wouldn't it be possible to create another successor to the royal power?"
Someone murmured, not loudly, but the whole world fell silent instantly.
yes!
Chen Zixiao has full control of the king. Even if the other party is deposed, in their eyes, it is still a rare treasure with the supreme inheritance of China.
For a moment, the eyes of the heroes were almost fiery.
Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on Chen Zixiao, and Chen Zixiao's expression couldn't help but tremble.
He turned his head stiffly and looked at the group of heroes.
Those who once feared him like a god and crawled at his feet, now regard him as a volume of exercises? A method of inheriting royal power?
He wanted to laugh, scold, or cry, but the expression on his face never changed at all.
The meridians all over his body were destroyed, the muscles and tendons were damaged to an unknown extent, and even the expression on his face was beyond his control.
"What are you doing?" Suddenly, there was a loud shout.
The heroes were furious. They had not noticed before that at some point, a slightly short figure appeared behind Chen Zixiao.
It was a girl, who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a burning hatred in her eyes.
Her hands were behind her back, and in her hand was just a fruit knife, the kind you can find everywhere, which costs a few dollars a piece.
While the heroes were roaring, the little girl's eyes were as ferocious as those of a tiger or a wolf.
"Chen Zixiao go to hell!"
She screamed in an almost stern voice, and her childish voice contained so much sorrow, sorrow, and deep hatred.
"Stop him!"
The heroes shouted angrily, and they took action, including the Xiantian Grand Master, at extremely fast speeds.
boom!
Suddenly, a big seal fell from the sky and landed in front of the heroes.
On top of this big seal, there was a figure standing quietly, but it was as solid as the sky, causing the pupils of the heroes to shrink suddenly.
"Money and wealth!"
Some people shouted loudly, but they never thought that this wealthy heir would actually stop them.
Qian Fugui said nothing, but those powerful men did not dare to move an inch.
Someone shouted angrily and asked Qian Fugui to leave, saying that the matter had nothing to do with him.
There were also people with anxious brows, but...accompanied by the sound of a knife cutting into flesh and blood, the heroes and heroines all froze.
I saw the girl who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, and the fruit knife in her hand had penetrated Chen Zixiao's heart.
Blood surged like a fountain, and there was disgust, panic, and fear in the girl's eyes, but she was suppressed by the endless resentment.
Chen Zixiao's peripheral vision glanced at the girl's face full of resentment. Her lips were slightly pursed and she couldn't make any sound. Finally, he raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling.
No matter what Chen Zixiao did, he never imagined that he would not die in the hands of the Qing Emperor in the end, but in the hands of a girl who had no cultivation at all. In his eyes, he was like a piece of scrap metal with a fruit knife worth a few dollars.
middle.
Qian Fugui turned slightly, looked at the bloody girl, and couldn't help but ask: "What's your name?"
The girl raised her head like a deflated rubber ball. She suppressed her panic and turned to Qian Fugui, bowing and saluting, "My name is Ying Li'er!"
"Ying Li'er! Does the winner win?" Qian Fugui smiled softly, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on Chen Zixiao, "That's fine!"
After the girl spoke out, she didn't care about the heroes, wealth, or wealth. Instead, she turned around and bowed again in the direction Qin Xuan left.
This worship is like worshiping heaven and earth!
Many people among the heroes have recognized the identity of the girl. Her surname is Ying, and she was the youngest daughter of Ying Yujiang, the previous head of the winner family in Kyoto.
For some reason, when they looked at the girl covered in blood, a sentence flashed in their minds.
You can still live if you do evil in heaven,
You will not live if you do your own fault!
The first update on No. 4 is here!
The early sun warms the heart and the cool breeze washes away the tiredness
As usual, I would like to ask for a monthly pass, and I would also recommend a few good books from the three groups of Ali Literature.
If you are a book reader, you can take a look.
"The Great Master of Ghost Arts" written by Li Zhaolin
"The Tyrant Dragon Emperor" by Wu Xie Gongzi
"The Little Witch Doctor with Peach Luck" cuts off the water with a knife
In addition, Lao Meng would like to thank you all again for your monthly votes. I don’t know how to repay you, but I can only give you two words: update.