Faced with Ye Shura's sharp claw, the man in white's expression did not change at all, his posture remained upright, and he seemed to be completely unaware of it.
On the contrary, Yesura, who had hurt someone, looked pale with blood on the corner of his mouth. He held his right wrist in his left hand and rolled back and forth on the ground, with a look of pain on his face.
"Prince Wu!"
Seeing the appearance of the man in white, Changsun Jian and other ministers all had expressions of ecstasy on their faces, as if they had seen the savior.
Martial King Li Qing!
A name that resonates loudly.
A well-known legend.
In fact, most of the courtiers present only knew that King Wu was a peerless genius and did not know much about his cultivation level.
Some people even know him as still at the top of the Daqian Heroes List.
However, this did not prevent them from using Li Qing as a life-saving straw in their panic and despair.
King Wu's figure, just like his character, is gentle, thick, and majestic. One glance at him will make you feel at ease unconsciously.
It seems that as long as he is around, there is no problem in the world that cannot be solved.
"Emperor, imperial brother."
Looking at his brother's broad back, Li Xian's heart widened inexplicably, his eyes were slightly red, joy, fear, shame, relief... all kinds of emotions came one after another, and he felt so mixed at the same time that he couldn't help himself.
"Xian'er, do you know your mistake?"
Li Qing didn't look back, he just asked lightly.
His voice was gentle, low, yet somewhat stern, and his tone of voice was not like that of an elder brother, but more like that of a father to a nephew.
"I, I know I was wrong."
Li Xian's face darkened, his hands hung down by his sides, his head drooped, and he said dejectedly.
"What's wrong?"
Li Qing then asked.
"I, I shouldn't listen to the villain's slander for my own selfish desires." Li Xian was still stuttering at first, but as he spoke, his speech gradually became fluent, "Not only did he abandon the emperor's sister's safety, but he also put all of you adults in danger. , almost destroyed Daqian’s empire.”
"Although it's not entirely correct, I still hit the mark."
Li Qing slowly turned around, with a warm smile like the spring breeze on his face, and a hint of relief in his eyes, and patted his brother's shoulder gently, "The performance in the last moment is finally a bit better." The style of my Li man."
"Brother, I, I..."
Li Xian's nose felt sore and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He fell to his knees with a plop, hugged Li Qing's thigh, and cried out, "Yes, I'm sorry."
"I know I was wrong, just go and accept the punishment later."
Li Qing rubbed his head, then turned to look at Ye Mingxing, his eyes instantly turned cold, "It's just that some people are unforgivable."
"I never expected that a secular prince would have the cultivation of a saint."
The two looked at each other, and Ye Mingxing couldn't help but have a flash of surprise in his eyes, "No wonder the Li family is mediocre in strength, but it can firmly hold the throne of Daqian. It turns out that there is a great god like you behind it."
Li Qing did not answer, but slowly drew out the sword from his waist, a hint of coldness flashed in his bright eyes.
Two figures, one white and one purple, faced each other in the distance. Their invisible auras collided fiercely in the air. One was sharp, the other was pure, and they were locked in a stalemate for a while.
The strength of the saint is so terrifying. Just the confrontation of momentum makes everyone around him feel heavy, chest tight and suffocating. No matter Chang Sun Jian and other courtiers, or the 72 masters of Ziyang Sword Sect, every one of them has an expression of pain, even breathing
They all felt strenuous.
"If you and I got into a fight, I'm afraid no one here would survive."
Ye Mingxing raised the long sword in front of his chest, smiled slightly and said, "Change places!"
"good!"
Li Qing raised his sword and pointed it at the opponent, nodding slightly.
The two figures swayed slightly, and then disappeared from the same place. When they reappeared, they were already standing on the clouds invisible to the naked eye.
"Prince Wu has such a great reputation, but it's nothing more than that."
Ye Mingxing suddenly sneered, his face full of sarcasm, "You have the cultivation of a saint, but you have no brains!"
"oh?"
Li Qing was ridiculed by him, but there was no trace of anger on his face, and he just uttered one word lightly.
"If it were down there, I would have some concerns."
Ye Mingxing said slowly, "Now that you and I have left, who else in the imperial city can resist our seventy-two spiritual masters?"
Li Qing's eyes glanced downwards intentionally or unintentionally, his face remained calm, as if he wasn't too worried about the safety of Li Xian and others below.
"I only know now that it's too late."
Ye Mingxing jumped up, raised the long sword in his hand, and struck hard on his head, "You have no chance to go back!"
Li Qing's eyes sparkled, and he decisively raised his right arm and raised his sword to meet him.
"Dang!"
Accompanied by a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, the swords of the two saints collided fiercely, terrifying air waves surged in all directions, and a terrifying aura instantly enveloped the world.
…
Just as the two saints left, the realm of saints that enveloped the square also dissipated. Everyone felt relaxed and most of them regained their ability to move.
The seriously injured Yesura also stopped rolling and gradually recovered from the pain.
"Catch King Lu!"
His right hand was still hanging weakly by his side, but his left hand suddenly pointed at Li Xian and he shouted loudly.
Seventy-two purple-clad sword cultivators moved upon hearing the sound, as fast as lightning, turned into waves of phantoms, and shot towards Li Xian's direction.
"How dare you, thief!"
The expressions of Lord Xi, Zeng Rui, Xue Pingxi, Shangguan Mingyue and others changed, and they shouted in unison. They spread out their body skills to block King Lu, and used various spiritual skills to attack the purple sword cultivator like they were free.
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The spiritual masters of Ziyang Sword Sect also swung their swords to fight back without showing any signs of weakness. The two sides fought fiercely back and forth. The colorful transformed spiritual power soon filled the air, making people dazzled and dizzying.
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After fighting like this for a while, the faces of Shangguan Mingyue and others gradually became ugly, and they realized that the strength of these purple-clothed sword cultivators was far beyond imagination.
I don’t know what level of martial arts and sword skills the Ziyang Sword Sect’s disciples are practicing. Not to mention that they have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, even if they were randomly selected from the 72 people, their strength would definitely be higher than that of Venerable Xi and Xue Pingxi.
For such secular spiritual masters, except for Shangguan Mingyue, Shisanniang, Wangchuan and Xuanming, there was no one in the imperial court who could compare with him.
Later, if it had not been for the "weapon of mass destruction" Wangchuan, the defense line formed by Shangguan Mingyue and others would have been overwhelmed and completely defeated.
"Boss, this is not the way to go."
After struggling for a moment, Wangchuan knew that the defeat was certain. A look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he turned to Thirteenth Niang and said, "I will create an opportunity later. You leave quickly and go to Piaohua Palace to ask for help!"
"Wangchuan, you..." Thirteenth Niang bit her lips lightly, a complex look flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Walk!"
Wangchuan turned his head decisively and shouted loudly. A violent light yellow aura surged out from his body and turned into a rapidly rotating yellow cyclone, slamming into a group of purple-clothed sword cultivators.
In the past, "the wind is coming to the other shore!"
The power of this yellow cyclone is earth-shattering, like a natural disaster tornado. Wherever it passes, it lifts up countless gravel, broken branches and leaves, but it completely melts in an instant and turns into a ball of yellow liquid.
Subsequently, these liquids were blown by the cyclone into countless light yellow water droplets, which splashed towards many enemies like shotguns.
"ah!!!"
Whenever these yellow water drops touched the skin of the sword cultivators in purple, they all let out shrill screams, and their bodies quickly festered and melted, and soon turned into pools of yellow liquid, flowing in all directions, and no human form could be seen anymore.
The power of this move "Wind to the Other Shore" is terrifying. In just a few breaths, it actually sent twelve powerful swordsmen at the Spirit Master level directly to meet the King of Hell.
However, the stronger the spiritual skill, the greater the consumption.
By the time the yellow tornado dissipated, Wangchuan was panting like an ox, with no blood on his face, and his body was swaying, as if he might lose his balance at any moment.
"Don't die!"
A trace of sadness flashed in Thirteenth Niang's eyes, but she did not linger around like an ordinary woman. Instead, she firmly seized the opportunity created by Wangchuan, whispered an instruction in her mouth, and then nodded on her toes.
, jumped up and said, "Wait for me to come back!"
"Want to leave!"
Unexpectedly, a sword cultivator in purple clothes suddenly sneered, "Purple Yang Sword Domain!"
Following his order, dozens of other sword cultivators in purple robes drew their swords at the same time and pointed at the sky. Their movements were uniform and in perfect harmony.
Streams of purple spiritual light shot out along the surface of the sword blade, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, and finally converged at a point above Thirteen Niang's head.
The next moment, a dazzling purple light suddenly emitted from the intersection, transforming into a huge sword energy dome, spreading endless light down and covering Thirteen Niang's body mercilessly.
Thirteenth Niang, who was running away with all her strength, trembled all over, as if she had been hit hard, and then she fell straight from the air like a frightened bird, and hit the ground with a "bang".
Shangguan Mingyue, Wangchuan and others were about to step forward to rescue them, but they were also pressed down by the purple light. They felt that their bodies were so heavy that they were struggling to move.
"Trying to go against the Lord."
The purple-clothed sword cultivator whose name was the leader showed murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly, "This woman is going to die, kill her!"
The sixty purple-clad swordsmen all raised their swords together, and a purple sword light shot out from the center of the dome, slashing hard at Thirteen Niang who was lying on the ground. It was extremely sharp and powerful.
"Sister Zhu!"
"boss!"
"Thirteenth Mother!"
Everyone was horrified and tried to save her, but it was too late. They could only watch the terrifying sword light getting closer and closer to Thirteen Niangs.
I never thought I would die here!
This girl, Coral, doesn’t know how to feel sad.
And him...
Thirteenth Niang felt a bright light shining in front of her eyes, and it was a blur of purple. She was approaching her end, but she felt very calm. Suddenly, the pretty and lovely face of Coral and another young face appeared in her mind.
"laugh!"
Just when everyone thought that Thirteenth Mother was destined to die and was about to die, an extremely dazzling white light suddenly fell from the sky, with unrivaled power, and landed hard on the purple dome.
Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, the Purple Sun Sword Domain, which was formed by the combined efforts of sixty powerful spiritual masters, was shattered into pieces by this white light, turned into little auras, and quickly dissipated between the heaven and the earth.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._