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But Jun's Dragon Chanting Sword turned into thousands of sword shadows in an instant, setting off a fierce wave composed of sword shadows, sweeping towards He Bei and Xie Juan.

His voice slowly came out from behind Jian Chao: "Along with me? You are afraid that you will follow your precious junior brother to face my Highness the Crown Prince who is neither human nor ghost."

He Beidao: "The ways are different, we don't conspire with each other. I have a suggestion, would it be better for you to leave your efforts to deal with me to Bai Hagi?" He Bei suddenly saw some of himself from Kejun. shadow.

In a sense, Kejun is the same as him.

In the previous life, He Bei used the same cruel means to avenge the blood hatred.The result of this is that he falls into the abyss and sinks with the darkness.

Xie Juan tried to use his kindness to give Ke Jun another hand.But in his eyes, Jun is a contradictory person.As His Royal Highness the crown prince of the Li country, he wholeheartedly wants to avenge his country, but the most important part of his plan that he has planned for many years needs to follow the blood of the people of the Southwest.Southwest China used to be the land of the Li country, and going on this road is just to counteract evil with evil, and there is no good karma to eat.

Xie Juan made the final dissuasion: "Uncle, if the late emperor was still alive, he would definitely not want to see you like this. I know you are eager to take revenge. We can have a long-term plan. There must be a better way."

Shen Xiu suddenly took a step forward, raised the transparent lens around her neck, and said to Ke Jun: "You said that the way to be a king is to be ready to die for the world at any time... I've remembered this sentence for many years, Ah Ju, let's find a way together, okay? I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

But Jun was surrounded by countless silver-blue sword shadows, and his voice seemed to be gradually fading away, but also seemed to be close in front of him.He said: "For the better future of Zhongzhou, it is necessary for Southwest to make some sacrifices."

He Bei snorted coldly: "Don't talk about your selfishness so high-sounding."

Ke Jun slowly raised the corners of his mouth, with a stern smile: "For a person, living is a basic requirement, but sometimes, even this basic requirement has to pay a lot of price." Finally, he said in a low voice. He pondered: "It's really hard to live."

Immediately afterwards, the magnanimous sword intent composed of thousands of sword shadows released by him swept away towards He Bei and Xie Juan like a raging storm.

If it is said that Kejun, who is a black robe, plays the role of an emissary of darkness, he only tried to test He Bei at first, but he always left some room for it.At that time, he had selfish intentions, wanting to see how fast this tenacious young man could make rapid progress in the Jedi.

Every time before, he had the power to kill him.

But now, he is not the black robe, not the goddess of Beifu Temple, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Jun Ju, who died in Dali Palace.

To deal with a ninth-rank master who has been exposed by him and who has not recovered from serious injuries, he is even more comfortable.

But the thousands of sword shadows released by Jun gathered together, like a tsunami suddenly rising in the center of the ocean, setting off a turbulent wave that stood shoulder to shoulder with the sky, causing the world to be shocked.Everything was eclipsed in an instant, only the sword roar, with the absolute power that could penetrate the soul, approached the eardrum, and it turned into a dragon chant that seemed to come from ancient times, and it came straight out from the entrance of the mausoleum.

He Bei hugged Xie Juan, standing on top of a decapitated statue not far away.In his strange-colored pupils, there was a wave of arrogant swords attacking him like thousands of meteors.

The sky was covered in gray, and the aura of Wan Jian Gui Yi was more than ten times stronger than Ya Sha.

Even before the wave of swords hit, Xie Juan was so oppressed by the knife-like sword pressure that he couldn't breathe, as if a pair of invisible hands were pinching his heart and lungs, and his whole body was going to be broken in this mess. His trembling right hand slowly Slowly caressing the side of He Bei's face, feeling the warm temperature of the other side, can get a little peace of mind.

In the wave of ten thousand swords, He Bei held Xie Juan in his arms, his clothes fluttering, but his figure was as stable as a mountain.His long hair was scattered in the air, completely turning into a color like silver snow, and there was no fear in his red eyes.Facing the surging sword intent in front of him, he said to Xie Juan, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

A layer of soft golden light wrapped around Xie Juan's body.

In an instant, the whistling wind in Xie Juan's ears stopped abruptly, replaced by a long and narrow silence.The pure internal force was slowly poured in by He Bei from his wrist, and his body seemed to be soaked in a cool spring. Those noises and dangers were all isolated from the barrier by the people behind him.

The two were immersed in it—wanted to swallow them in the dragon's roar and tsunami. Everyone believed that Her Highness Goddess had a chance to win, and crushing them was easier than trampling an ant to death.

Feng Manlou really wanted to make a move, after all, He Bei was their Young City Lord of Ningku City.But since last night, He Bei told him specifically.If someone attacks him the next day, don't help him.

He Bei's rhetoric was: "I don't want to trouble my father anymore, of course I have to solve my own affairs."

Feng Manlou didn't think that He Bei's words were arrogant and arrogant, and he blurted out wild words for a while.At first, he didn't know much about He An, a child who was raised in Songzhou. He only heard that on New Year's Eve, He Bei was shot down from the cliff by people from the Demon Cult, and he was also shot with a black butterfly arrow.

Since ancient times, no one can survive from the black butterfly arrow, but He Bei did it.He was still full of vigor at this time, standing on top of the half of the statue, facing a formidable enemy who was almost insurmountable, his steady posture seemed to be even more imposing than Qingshan.

He saw the shadow of He An from He Bei.

That one person can withstand the power of thousands of troops, not everyone can have the courage.

It was like knocking over an inkstone by mistake, rendering the chasing clouds gray, and a few muffled thunders echoed, this coming spring rain is very appropriate.

In silence, He Bei opened his lips and teeth slightly, and he only said: "Uncle Feng, borrow a sword."

Feng Manlou carried three swords behind his back.The first sword was used when he first learned swordsmanship, and it was an unremarkable little broken sword.The second sword is the sword of the best friend, who died in the Jinsha War.The third sword was the most convenient one he used.He drew out his second sword and threw it in He Bei's direction.

The sword was taken by He Bei, but it only stayed in his palm for a moment, and then it turned into a golden light and shadow, flying towards the sky at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye.

The long sword is like a falling meteorite, tearing up layers of black clouds, and drawing a subtle trace of light, bringing the meaning of dawn to the gloomy world.

This light trail gradually expanded in scope, forming a star trail that is familiar to everyone in the world—the Big Dipper.

The bright light of seven stars bloomed above the endless rain sky along the track of the Big Dipper drawn by the long sword.

Feng Manlou murmured: Big Dipper Sword Formation.

The Big Dipper Sword Formation is a rare sword formation in the world.

The seven stars, which symbolize the Big Dipper, are like seven bright lights in the cloud-rolling cloud river, making the darkness worthless.

Between He Bei's brows and eyes, there was a bleak and cold murderous air.He came from hell, so he knows how important "alive" is in Junju's mouth.He glanced at the person in his arms, and his belief was magnified tens of thousands of times in an instant. Compared with him being alive, being thankful for being alive is the most important thing.

So this battle, he wants to win.

The tens of thousands of sword shadows released by Junju finally synthesized into a specific long sword, which carried his majestic internal force. From a distance, it looked like a meandering silver dragon, shouting, writhing, shuttling among the black clouds However, no matter what, he couldn't break free from the cage woven by the tracks of the Big Dipper.

At this time, the clear howl issued by the Longyin Sword was no longer arrogant, but raging anger.

But Jun's always warm brows and eyes have become shady, and his pitch-black pupils are like two thick black inks that cannot be melted.At this moment, he is no longer pretending to be a dignified man, standing on the beam of the temple, he is a wild goose returning from the south, a dead tree recovered from the spring rain, the moment he comes out of Taiziling alive, he believes himself He is the son of destiny, so he is sure that he will not lose this battle.

The Longyin Sword disrupted the ink clouds in the sky into an invisible vortex, and the light of the seven stars became increasingly dimmer, and they were about to disappear into the overflowing cloud vortex.

In the end, the Longyin Sword screamed wildly, breaking through the Arctic Sword Formation and falling straight from the sky.

He Bei hugged Xie Juan, and when the Longyin Sword slashed at him, two wings of fire seemed to grow under his feet, carrying him to quickly avoid this blow that seemed to sink the vast sky.

The half bottle of god statue that stood there before has been united by Jun Ju's sword at this time, and it was split into two sections from the middle, and collapsed into ruins. Can't see the battle clearly.

But they all agreed that the aura of Wan Jian Gui Yi was enough to smash He Bei and Xie Juan to pieces.

He Bei rejoiced in this life, and accelerated the acquisition of the fifth stage of the Phoenix Tour.Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to dodge the sword just now.Thanks to Kejun's sword, he directly broke through the sixth stage of the phoenix movement, except for the ancestor who created the phoenix movement, only the descendants can learn the sixth stage.

When the dust fell, the boy's figure was suspended in the air, and the person in his arms was as calm as him, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

The aura emanating from He Bei's body was tougher than black iron and more willful than the strands of spring rain. Holding the senior's North Star Sword in his hand, he cut a golden cross sword mark on the top of his head.

The cross sword formation is the most basic sword formation.Usually, the first sword formation learned by all kendo practitioners on the way of learning swordsmanship is the cross sword formation.

It is difficult to get started with the sword formation, but even the most talented person will have to practice for three months to draw a cross sword formation that lasts forever.Xie Juan only took one day to learn it. He Bei was a bit stupid and learned it in one day. The first cross sword formation he drew was still imprinted on the stone wall of Stellaris Peak.

Jun Ju looked contemptuously at Nadao's seemingly insignificant and insignificant cross sword array, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone felt that He Beijiang was exhausted and could no longer resist the opponent's attack.The cross sword array used can be described as hitting a stone with an egg.

——"Such a cross sword formation, an eight-year-old child in our temple can draw it out."

"A goddess is a goddess, and our Beifu will never lose."

The master of the temple raised his scepter high and shouted: "Activate the Tianyuan Divine Formation!" The trick of falling into the stone will come late but will not be absent.

The next moment, the remaining seven tall and towering statues in front of the temple suddenly opened their seemingly closed eyes. There were no carved pupils inside, but two deep black holes.

Countless transparent short arrows like ice blades shot out from the black hole like a shower, and flew down together with the silent spring rain, heading towards He Bei.

He Bei held Xie Juan in his arms, and said softly in his ear: "Flick your clothes, are you afraid?"

Xie Juan shook his head, he stroked He Bei's chest with his palm until it was wet, and there was a faint smell of blood in his nostrils.

Xie Juan asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"

"It's okay for the old injury to recur, I don't feel pain." He Bei's words contained a smile like a spring breeze, as if it was really a trivial matter.

"It's raining, is it cold?" He Bei's eyes were already moistened by the spring rain and became extremely bright.

Xie Juan's silver-white divine robe didn't get stuck to even a single raindrop in this spring rain.

"No, it's a bit hot." Xie Juan pressed tightly against He Bei, wrapped in his body temperature, he couldn't feel the coldness at all, and couldn't even notice that it was raining outside the barrier He Bei had cast for him. .

He Bei said that he would not let Xie Juan get wet in the rain, he would be his God.

Junju has already started the second round of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One, which is even more turbulent than the first time.

Everyone in the world looked at the two of them as if nothing had happened, they were still whispering to each other, and the cross sword formation above their heads became weaker and weaker, as if they were vulnerable to a single blow.

Someone laughed lightly: "It seems that they plan to be a pair of mandarin ducks in the underworld."