The husband and wife had not seen each other for two hundred years, so they started fighting each other. During this time, the empress Ying Ji did not even say a word of nonsense.
Between the words, the word "Go" was as violent and angry as thunder, and the dark eyes like ghosts reflected the billowing clouds. There were thousands of things, but there was no true intention.
In the scorching sun world covered by the divine light of the Golden Crow, the sky suddenly cracked, and the sky above the divine light was all ink, revealing a dark and mysterious corner of the starry sky, dripping with ink.
The domineering aura of the emperor who walks alone on the road of the Empress Zhongyou pours down.
Sword Master Yu, who had lost his Thirteen Sword Souls, suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and a huge pit appeared silently under his feet. The sword field spread out around him like a small boat, and it was on the verge of collapse.
His shoulders seemed to be holding up the vast cold sea of the underworld, weighing him down endlessly.
Sword Master Yu snorted coldly and moved his hands to shake the Netherworld!
Suddenly, two Qinggang tornadoes as thick as giant pythons burst out!
He was about to stand up, and everything was prostrate. Circles of powerful energy started from the black and red sword robe as the center of the circle, and spread out, and the green spirit entered the purple extreme.
The energy of heaven and earth swirling around Sword Master Yu became more and more fierce and wild.
Ying Xiu, who had just arrived at the mountain monument, could not resist the collision of these two qi forces. He gritted his teeth and took out the talisman sword, pressing the tip of the sword into the earth, but his body was still uncontrollably swept away by the terrifying qi machine.
Push away.
His two legs plowed two extremely deep pits in the ground. If Junhe hadn't grabbed him in time and protected him behind him, he would have been pushed down the mountain.
But even so, under the terrible pressure of the sword master in the world who has reached the peak of swordsmanship and the empress Zhongyou who is at the peak of guile, even Junhe can't help but feel the stagnation and dull pain in his body.
Ying Xiu finally regained his composure, but the demon-sealing talisman sword in his hand had already been blown into countless colorful and broken talisman papers in the chaotic wind, and rolled away in pieces.
He was filled with horror and shock, and his heart was filled with fear as he watched the brazen confrontation between the two great masters in heaven and earth, each of whom had been at the forefront for hundreds of years!
It is even more difficult to understand why my mother, who had never left the Zhongyou Dynasty two hundred years ago, would leave the dynasty today and appear in the White Camel Mountain to fight with her father.
Two hundred years ago, she had an irreversible break with her father.
Ying Xiu never thought that one day, his mother would come to the Tianxi Sword Sect to meet his father again.
Could it be that he learned that his father's Tianshan sword tomb collapsed, the thirteen sword souls were destroyed, his sword skills lost power, and his cultivation was damaged...
Did you come here specially to give your father a blow to avenge him for marrying Tian Xi two hundred years ago and being looked down upon by others?
After all, when my father was young and first entered the Zhongyou Dynasty, he was just a small sword cultivator, while my mother was the empress of the dynasty. There was a huge gap between the two in terms of cultivation and status.
Until 600 years ago, my father experienced a catastrophe and survived, leaving the Tianxi Sword Sect to form a general trend of latecomers taking the lead.
On the contrary, it was difficult for my mother to improve her cultivation. In the following hundreds of years, my father had a tendency to suppress my mother's progress in terms of cultivation.
During the years when they became husband and wife, both of them were stronger people, but mother rarely had the upper hand over her father.
My father lost his Thirteen Sword Souls this time, and his sword skills were withered. It was a time of frustration.
My mother is very aggressive, and she will fight whenever she disagrees with her. I'm afraid my father will suffer a lot today.
Thinking of this, Ying Xiu could not help but blame his mother for not being generous. Although she is an empress, she is still a female.
In the face of a major event, how can you come here to vent your anger on others for no reason just for your own selfish desires?
The more Ying Xiu thought about it, the more anxious he became. He broke away from Jun He's hand and stood up to stop the fight between the two.
Jun He's loosened palm used force again to firmly press Ying Xiu to the ground, but did not let him show his head. He looked at him steadily and whispered: "Young Master, what are you going to do?"
Ying Xiu said anxiously: "The enemy is facing us now. I can't let the two of them continue to fight. What's more, my father has a strong temperament. If I lose face to my mother at such a critical moment, I'm afraid my blunder will become even worse."
out of control."
"Do you want to die?" Jun He frowned and said seriously:
"Empress Ying Ji and the sect leader are both the unparalleled great masters in the world. Both of them are existences that can make everything in the world escape a narrow escape. Even I can't guarantee that I can survive their momentum. Young Master
If you act so recklessly, you may lose your life in vain."
Ying Xiu thought this was ridiculous: "Although mother and father are angry and losing their minds at the moment, they don't put my son's life in their eyes. As long as I come forward, they can be comforted."
Come down."
He said it with full confidence and confidence.
But the more this happened, the more worried the look in Jun He's eyes became, and complex emotions of pity rolled in his pupils.
The strength in his hand did not loosen at all. He was silent for a long time and said: "No need, the sect leader will not lose. I'm afraid Empress Ying Ji will lose."
Hearing these words, Ying Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and she was stunned and stunned.
Mom is going to lose?
Even though during these hundreds of years, my mother's heart was obsessed with what happened back then, and her cultivation was difficult to improve, her strength was still only slightly inferior to that of her father in his heyday.
Now that my father has lost the Thirteen Sword Souls, not only will he have the upper hand, but he will have to fight hard for days and nights before he can accurately determine the winner.
The ups and downs of masters and masters' battles consume your state of mind and endurance.
How could he lose so quickly?
The first thought in Ying Xiu's mind was that Jun He was talking nonsense, but the majestic sword intent raging in the surrounding areas was rising and falling in the clouds and waves.
In an instant, the sword energy surged wildly, leaving countless criss-crossing deep ravines on the rock wall and the ground.
Ying Ji was very prosperous and strong, but she vaguely revealed a dejected state of unstable foundation and weak weather. She pointed at the light of the bright moon, and after the peak of her power, the sun set over the west mountain.
Finally, the violent storm under the sky gradually calmed down, the sword was as strong as a strong one, majestic and solid, and the fiery clouds in the sky reunited, covering the mirror-like starry sky in the sky.
There are shocking ravines and sword marks all over the mountain, the remains of stone walls, and hundreds of broken trees. They only spread to the area of the Dongli small house. It seemed that they were hindered by some invisible realm force, and the cracks stopped.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the courtyard, the green bamboo forest swayed low and low, like a frenzy on the sea, and the slender and sharp bamboo leaves poured down, like a rain of swords.
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Bailiyu, who was wearing a black and red sword robe outside the Lizhu Gate, pushed open the Lizhu Gate expressionlessly and entered the courtyard.
The courtyard is deep, Ying Ji is dressed in plain clothes against the green leaves of the forest, the golden sun is like splashing ink, and a long, slender and sharp blood streak falls between her pale cheeks.
She looked at the other person with lifeless eyes, and her pale skin revealed a lifeless beauty.
The bright blood rolled down her cheek like beads.
Sword Master Yu had a strange look on his face. Apparently he had not expected that her attack just now seemed to be full of murderous intent, but in reality, it was half as good as before. It was actually three points weaker than before.
Where is the spirit of Empress Huang Huang that she had when she raised her arms and all the ghosts and heroes flocked to her!
Sword Master Yu only knew that she had always had a strong temperament. Even during the years when she married into the Tianxi Sword Sect, she had never been willing to lose to him in martial arts, and she would fight with all her might.
Every time a husband and wife compete, it's like seeking revenge and causing trouble.
Now that he has been in seclusion in the Zhongyou Dynasty for two hundred years, his temperament is much more restrained and calm. He must have known that he had lost the Thirteen Swords, so he deliberately restrained himself a little. On the contrary, he did not check her thoughts, and actually gave her to her when they met.
hurt.
Thinking of this, Jian Zhuyu's cold eyes softened unconsciously. He took out a soft square handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her, with a hint of kindness in his lowered tone trying to ease the relationship between the two.
"You and I haven't seen each other for two hundred years, why should we be so tense when we meet? In the past few days, major troubles have occurred in our sect one after another. It was my negligence that I failed to take care of Dongli Xiaozhu. Fortunately, I have you.
, this place was not destroyed.”
Ying Ji let the blood from the bone-deep wound between her cheeks roll out like beads. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the clean handkerchief in Sword Master Yu's hand. Two clusters of ghostly fire danced in the depths of her pupils.
There was a bang.
The handkerchief in Sword Master Yu's hand set on fire without fire. The flames were green and strange, as if the air was burning.
Sword Master Yu's pupils shrank, and a fierce sword intent burst out from his fingertips to extinguish the flames. However, his fingertips were still burnt black, and he felt a heartbreaking pain.
It’s the Nine Netherworld Fire again!
Sword Master Yu's dark eyes finally showed a hint of anger, and his expression that had just softened was as cold as a rock.
"Ying Ji, my patience has its limit."
Ying Ji looked away, and there was only one word from the beginning to the end.
Calmly, without any emotion: "Get out."
He was really fed up with her dead look.
It was like this when you married into Tianxi hundreds of years ago, and it is still like this today!
It was as if he and he were in two completely different worlds as soon as he turned his gaze away indifferently.
It was clear that they had the most intimate relationship. He wanted to get closer, but the distance between them suddenly closed.
Even though he cared about her parentage, and even though he didn't see her for two hundred years, he never thought of divorcing his wife and remarrying her.
Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, Sword Master Yu suddenly tightened his palms, his knuckles turning pale.
He closed his eyes and said calmly: "A corpse demon that caused trouble to the Tianxi Seal escaped from my hands. I suspect that he is hiding in this small building on the east fence. If the tiger returns to the mountain, it will definitely cause a catastrophe."
The self-proclaimed person in words also changed from me to me.
"I am now going to search for this small house in Dongli. I know you will have thoughts in your mind, but I would like to advise you..."
Sword Master Yu opened his eyes, his brows overflowing with the purple energy of his sword thought. He glanced at her lightly: "Even if you don't want to, you have to endure it."
His tone was very light, but there was a hint of deep anger that had been burned by the Nine Netherworld Fire several times, and his attitude became awkward and stiff.
The woman standing beside the green bamboo slowly raised her eyes, a pair of deep and black eyes slowly filled with ghostly aura.
The dark pupils under the eyelashes spread like ink in the eye sockets, swallowing up all the whites of the eyes into a strange black color.
The green blood slowly spread from her pale neck to her cheeks, which was indescribably eerie and terrifying.
From the brown soil, countless black mist like spider silks spread out, like a hand stretching out from the underworld, clinging between the legs of the sword master Yu.
Sword Master Yu's body suddenly felt a sticky heaviness, as if he was sinking deeply into a ghostly quagmire from which he could not extricate himself.
His eyes were deeply focused, and he looked down with a cold face, only to see that the ground beneath his feet had turned into a vast wasteland of blood, like the legendary Hell of Fallen Souls.
The smell of death is everywhere.
Although Ying Ji is a genius master of deception, she is not incompetent in Taoism. However, since she met Sword Master Yu, she has rarely used deception in front of him.
Does she know what he is taboo about?
But today, she used the Middle Nether Secret Technique again and again, first the Nine Netherworld Fire, and then the Falling into the Abyss Technique!
How could she be soft-hearted and worry about hurting him? It was clear that from the moment he appeared, her murderous intention was still there!
She wants to kill him!
How dare she try to kill him!
Sword Master Yu's eyes suddenly turned red with anger, and he suddenly became filled with strong anger and cruelty, glaring at her fiercely:
"You actually hate me so much?! You want to kill me even at the expense of the source of your spiritual core and using the forbidden secret technique 'Abyss Fall'?!"
Abyss Fall is a forbidden secret technique of the Zhongyou Dynasty. It is as terrifying as the Thirteen Sword Soldiers. It uses the earth as the boundary and space as the cage.
While casting the secret technique, the Taoist realm is sealed, and the secret technique is strengthened and expanded with the blood essence of the person who performed the technique, which consumes one's own blood and spiritual power. It is usually used on enemies who are difficult to resist and die together with hatred.
This technique was once recorded in a book by Zhu Zhan, the Immortal Lord of the Shangqing Realm, who designated it as a forbidden secret technique that symbolizes "killing" in the six realms.
How could this resolute and ruthless gesture keep Sword Master Yu from being angry?
He shouted deeply and became furious, his dark and sharp hair dancing wildly, and the sea of blood under his feet stirred up trembling ripples. As his body was rising from the ground, a cold, lifeless hand fell towards the top of his head.
The sword master's purple energy sword thought suddenly exploded into mist between his eyebrows, and a trace of blood spilled out.
He was furious, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pointed his sword towards the sky, and took advantage of the situation to form a large formation of golden crows. The golden light from the sky converged with the sky at his fingertips, forming a huge sword of golden light.
He waved his arms and slashed down angrily.
Ying Ji's fallen arm, from the wrist to the shoulder, was bursting with bright red energy, and the muscles and bones were shattered.
The blood sea wasteland was split into two under the sword master Yu's step, revealing the surface of the original world. He stepped out in one step, shattering the wasteland. His mouth and teeth were stained with blood, and his energy boiled uncontrollably. It was obvious that he had suffered a serious hidden injury.
He raised his angry eyes and suddenly grabbed Ying Ji's neck with his bloody palm.
As his angry and heavy steps approached, her slender body knocked down countless thin green bamboos.
If Sword Master Yu had been more careful at this moment, he would have discovered that the broken green bamboo fragments were sharply piercing into the skin of her back, trailing blood for a long time.
The body of Empress Zhongyou could be easily penetrated and injured by some mortal bamboo.
"I said, my patience has its limit! Two hundred years! Two hundred years! I know you can't let go of that thing! But can you change a time and a different place to go crazy! I don't ask you to be sober.
, but I hope you won’t make those messy things to stain my eyes!”
A bright streak of blood snaked out from the corner of her blue-grey lips. Ying Ji's head was tilted, her dark eyes without whites were dull and deep, and she finally spoke.
"Bai Liyu, from the beginning to the end, the person I can't understand is you." If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) The Long Night Walk search and reading novel network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.