Prince Changqin frowned tightly, and threw a zither string as fast as lightning. . s..
The string is fast, the golden dragon is faster, and the bright and huge golden tide spreads instantly. This is the sharp swordsmanship that Prince Changqin is all too familiar with, and he also knows how terrifying it is, but he never imagined that one day he would use this move on his colleagues .
It's not worth it at all for that princess who has nothing to like, Fu Cang.
The second zither string came one after another, bypassing the scope of the huge tide, and wrapped around Fu Cang's body soundlessly. With a "pawn", it pierced through Hua Xu's barrier, and collided with the golden dragon transformed from the pure Jun sword scabbard. Suddenly, a hurricane blew up.
Prince Changqin is really ruthless. The generals were at a loss as to what to do. To be honest, they had been colleagues for so many years, and Fu Cang always valued etiquette and elegance, so they really couldn't do anything.
The four strings shot out together, and the ground suddenly turned into a sea of flames. The golden tide and the strings were fighting endlessly. It is your duty to kill the demons."
Fu Cang still didn't say anything, and now, he really didn't need to say anything.
The tide roared from all directions, almost submerging the whole world. This time, the tide of sword energy turned into a strong murderous aura. The prince Changqin hurriedly avoided, but saw that the tide did not entangle him, but rose again. Obscuring his vision and wanting to leave the sanctuary of the fallen gods is a serious crime, he really doesn't want to live.
"Block him!" Prince Changqin sternly commanded the Dingmao generals around him, and he didn't hold back any more. The strings as thin as a hair played for him one by one, piercing through the sword energy that didn't use all its strength to transform into tides in an instant. .
Fu Cang recited the mantra, and the golden dragon with the scabbard hurriedly circled behind him, blocking all the strings, and suddenly countless cold lights shot from the sky, smashing the Hua Xu's barrier with a "Dang", and other warriors coming
Prince Changqin's complexion was extremely ugly, and now his tricks are gone, and the matter can no longer be undone.
The densely packed auspicious light of the gods descended like a blizzard, and then suddenly closed, and the irritable voice of the Great Emperor Gouchen exploded: "Catch that Princess Huaxu, Zhuyin, and he will hide it in the sword."
At that time, Mrs. Qingdi pursued the indestructibility of her nature, but failed to survive the reincarnation of hundreds of generations, and her soul died. Qingdi realized that the sword energy turned into a ghost and protected his body and soul in Huaxu's mahogany sword. Also heard. Unexpectedly, the Qing Emperor of the next generation would also use the sword to protect him, but unfortunately, he protected the wrong person, and it was not a good story.
Fortunately, the Qing Emperor and the other two powerful figures of the Zhuyin clan have not arrived yet, so we must fight quickly
For a moment, countless spells and mantra restraints mixed with magical weapons, mercilessly smashed at the white-clothed warrior in the center surrounded by Xiangguang. Whether it's the Huaxu family, the emperor's son, or even the emperor Bai Ze, no one wants to protect the fallen gods. This is the iron law of the heavens.
Fu Cang untied the wooden sword and held it in his hand. The sword turned into tides and swirled around several meters around him, blocking the overwhelming power of the gods. After all, he couldn't block all of them, and blood bloomed on the white warrior outfit . The wooden sword in his hand was trembling violently, almost splitting, but unexpectedly quiet, without making any sound.
What was she thinking? She was still so disobedient, so she had to come out.
With a flick of his fingertips, the wooden sword suddenly flew out, whirling and rising high, the gods felt the golden light in front of their eyes, unstoppable, soft and irresistible divine power blowing like a breeze, and the wooden sword turned into a still blurred giant statue , with both palms closed, the fallen princess of the Zhuyin family is being held in both hands, the snow-colored figure is blurred by the golden light.
Huaxu's sword turns into a god.
Emperor Gouchen was furious, and the insane Huaxu **** seemed to want to fight to the end. He ordered sternly: "All the generals of the Jiashen tribe, quickly kill this man who betrayed the way of heaven!"
He didn't have the patience to wait for this junior **** to run out of divine power, Emperor Qing and Zhuyin's two might come in the next moment, and the old and disrespectful Emperor Bai Ze also looked unwilling, It will be difficult when they are all together.
He himself was always the first to strike first. With a wave of his long sleeves, a huge ballista of the gods crashed down. The thigh-thin crossbow arrows were resting on the strings, and they were about to be shot. It was countless dark, and a huge storm mixed with crazy anger ravaged and landed. His body was frozen in place almost immediately, maintaining a ridiculous posture with his neck tilted.
"Despicable rats, who gave you the courage to attack Zhuyin?"
The voice of Emperor Zhongshan fell on the hearts of all the generals like a thunderbolt. This time it was broken. The other two statues of the Zhuyin family rushed over. It was an excuse to ask for leave because of a serious injury. Zhongshan’s news was blocked. How did they know?
A figure, like a rushing snow light, quickly landed in front of the huge Sword Qi Transformation God, tall and tall, with a cold and pale complexion, it was indeed Emperor Zhongshan.
As if realizing that his daughter was safe for the time being, Emperor Zhongshan waved his long sleeves, and the huge snowflakes almost covered the whole world. The huge ice dragon circled and rushed into the encirclement of the generals, and the gods were completely involuntarily captured by the ice dragons. Wrapped around the body, gradually felt that the dragon's body was winding tighter and tighter, and the bones of those who were weak in divine power were also smashed, making tragic screams, even the crown prince Changqin and the Great Emperor Gouchen also complained incessantly.
The huge bright golden statue dispersed like flowing water, and the slender snow-colored figure was blown down like fallen leaves by the wind. Suddenly, another light blue figure galloped towards Xuan Yi, who opened his arms to catch Xuan Yi. The two black pearl earrings on the ears kept swaying, it was Mr. Xiaolong.
He lowered his head to look at the little girl in his arms. The once noble and unparalleled princess covered in frost and snow was now full of turbidity and could no longer take off. His heart as hard as a rock couldn't help trembling, a tear flashed in his eyes, and he called her in a low voice: "Ah Yi, you are such a fool."
Xuan Yi looked away, lowered his head and smiled: "Why did you and father come?"
Talking about Qing Yan, he bristled with anger again. These days, he almost smashed the golden seal of the priest on his right wrist~www..com~ She just refused to give any response. After such a big thing happened, she still wanted to Silently ran to kill an emperor and a dragon in the family, but asked her, a little princess, to carry everything outside, how could the Zhuyin family have any face?
He raised his hand and wanted to hit her, but her dragon scales had been torn off by the turbid air, so how could he do it.
In the distance, a blue nine-headed lion trembled around the blizzard, with tears in its eighteen eyes, howled and ran towards Fu Cang, supporting his weak body.
Qingyan took a breath: "It was this lion who came to Zhongshan and brought Fucang's handwriting."
No wonder Fu Cang wants to walk against the wind, this lion has always been stupid, but it happens to be so smart when it shouldn't be.
Xuan Yi shook his head and said nothing.
In the distance, countless auspicious lights pierced the sky, and other generals continued to gallop here. Qingyan stroked her hair, then gently tossed her towards the nine-headed lions, and turned to meet the approaching auspicious lights.
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