Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chang'an no longer snows.

The sky is full of dense clouds like fire, and the red thick clouds are billowing on the sky, as if there is a huge furnace burning behind it.

Underneath, everyone looked and looked up in shock.

Over the imperial city.

The iron law that had originally disappeared reappeared, just as it mysteriously disappeared and reappeared mysteriously, tearing apart the space with ease, shocking the world.

It's just that the difference from before is that a figure suddenly appeared under the iron rule.

Dressed in blood, her face still had a tenderness that hadn't faded away.

This face that once shined brilliantly in Baiyu Square, and the figure that once boarded Baiyu Danchi, appeared in front of everyone in a way that was beyond everyone's expectations!

Under the iron law, the figure holds a bow.

Ruthless and ruthless, bow to the full moon!

At that moment, Fang Lang seemed to become radiant.

Lu Taixuan, Li Pu and other important officials of the court all stared at him with eyes narrowed in disbelief.

Fang Lang... How did he get involved with Tie Lv? !

Many censors and officials opened their mouths slightly, gasping involuntarily.

The third prince, Li Liancheng, was lying on the ground, looking up blankly.

The second prince smirked, while the fifth princess looked at the boy under the iron law with curiosity and inquiry while coughing.

Whoosh!

The iron law blood arrow, representing the iron law punishment, shot out from the bent bow in the boy's hand at this moment.

At this moment, the youth seems to represent the iron law, and the iron law determines the youth!

The suzerains of the ten major sects all paled in horror.

The masters of Dao Dao Sect, Mai Sect, Xianwu Pagoda, Guanfohai and other major sects had shocking waves in their minds.

The young man is surrounded by Liansheng, and the iron law on his head represents the iron law of archery.

In the eyes of everyone, the arrow shot by the boy flew into the Tai Chi Hall, nailing Nan Yehuo to the ground.

Afterwards, another arrow shot out, and the arrows all diffused into Nan Yehuo's body, nailing his soul!

The attack of the iron law hurts the soul.

Even if Nan Yehuo's strength is at this very moment, extremely tyrannical, even with the help of Da Huan Dan, he can almost touch the threshold of detachment for an instant.

However, under the consensus of all practitioners in the Tang Dynasty.

As long as you have not transcended, you cannot escape the trial of the iron law.

The iron law's blood arrow can shoot through the soul and cause serious damage!

This is true even if it is reaching the pinnacle of the Ninth Rank Realm.

Therefore, the arrow shot by Fang Lang on behalf of Tie Lv was the one that nailed Nan Yehuo, who had touched the threshold of detachment, to the ground.

Of course, the most important point is that the stalwart figure on the throne stretched out his hand, grabbed Nan Yehuo's assassinating sword, and immediately exploded!

Nan Yehuo's mind was wounded, coupled with the shock of his mind, it was too late to resist the iron blood arrow.

Nan Yehuo felt that his soul was about to be nailed to burst, his mouth was bleeding, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at that stalwart figure.

"Is... everything wrong?"

Nan Yehuo was bleeding and struggled to get up from the ground.

However, as soon as he got up, a bloody arrow shot from outside the Tai Chi Hall again, piercing his back and entering his soul.

Boom!

Nan Yehuo was pressed to the ground again by the force of the arrow.

His arms were trembling, and the blood in his mouth and nose flowed like a bursting embankment.

The sky above the Tai Chi Hall.

Fang Lang was dressed in blood, ruthless, bent his fingers, pinched the arrow, bent the bow, and shot!

A series of movements, without the slightest stagnation, the movements are sharp and fast.

He seemed to represent the ruthless iron law, judging Nan Yehuo.

The surroundings were silent, except for the sound of Nan Yehuo being shot through by arrows in the Tai Chi Hall.

Nan Yehuo was very desperate, he knew that the situation was over, and he knew that this time, he made a wrong bet.

Nan Yehuo's hair was disheveled, and his eyebrows were trembling uncontrollably. He raised his head, looked up at the sky, and saw Fang Lang with the iron law on his head.

He could never have imagined that this young man who had been ignored by him since he was a child would actually become the key point to turn everything around, the unexpected factor that shot an arrow that changed the situation.

Looking at Fang Lang who seemed to be transformed into an iron judge.

"you again……"

Nan Yehuo's voice was low and hoarse.

On his face, he didn't know whether to cry or smile.

It's Fang Lang again!

It's him again!

Nanye hates fire.

He hated himself for not killing Fang Lang earlier, but he obviously already attached great importance to Fang Lang.

However, this son was hard to kill. In the end, he even became the chief culprit in breaking his plan.

The power brought by the Iron Law Blood Arrow is corroding and dissolving his soul.

Nan Yehuo understood that he might not be able to survive, and in this calculation, in this battle, he became a fallen pawn after all.

Nan Yehuo staggered up, he was full of unwillingness.

He was not willing to fail like this, if he just fell down like this, there would be no suspense in everything, Donglu Sword Sect would also be destroyed without any chance.

He needs to find a glimmer of life for Donglu Jianzong.

As long as he can get a glimpse of the truth about that stalwart existence!

Expose this truth to the world.

There will be someone who is willing to take action to protect Donglu Sword Sect, so that Donglu Sword Sect will not be destroyed.

Not knowing where the power came from, Nan Yehuo's figure suddenly accelerated, and in the furious eyes of the golden armored guard who stepped into the Taiji Hall, it seemed like a ball of blazing flames was constantly burning, and he rushed towards the existence of Wei'an.

Whoosh!

On the Hall of Tai Chi.

Fang Lang's iron law was above his head, his figure was suspended, and he still shot arrows coldly. The will in the iron law controlled Fang Lang, and he shot the iron law blood arrow, piercing Nan Yehuo's soul.

However, Nan Yehuo, who was mad, was carrying the pain in his soul, and controlled the short-term terrifying power obtained by devouring the Great Return Pill.

Nan Yehuo came to the front of the throne with difficulty.

He extended a palm towards the misty figure. This palm touched the level of detachment, as if it wanted to unveil the mysterious veil of that stalwart existence.

However, the tall figure on the throne stretched out his palm again, and slapped Nan Yehuo from a distance, as if he slapped Nan Yehuo's head with a faster palm from the air.

This is the palm that truly transcends everything and is unstoppable.

Nan Yehuo's outstretched hand froze.

With a bang, he knelt down on his knees.

His powerful aura was annihilated, and his soul power began to dissipate,

Nan Yehuo stared blankly.

He stared at the dense fog on the face of that stalwart figure, and at the moment that stalwart existence slapped his hand, Nan Yehuo vaguely saw the dense fog and shivered for a while, and then...

Nan Yehuo's pupils suddenly constricted, his pupils were full of disbelief!

"you you……"

He seems to have spied a big secret!

Unfortunately, it was at the last moment of his life.

The sky above the Tai Chi Hall.

The iron law above Fang Lang's head, like the incarnation of the iron law, shot another arrow, piercing Nan Yehuo's eyebrows, tearing his soul completely.

Puff.

Nan Yehuo's body prostrated on the ground.

The soul is dead, and the divine sense is broken.

The vitality is completely eliminated.

The Sword Master of Donglu Sword Sect, Nanyehuo, has fallen!

Was shot by "Fang Lang" in the Tai Chi Hall!

Afterwards, amidst a commotion, the golden-armored guards, the commander of the imperial guards and other strong men swarmed in and dragged Nan Yehuo's body down.

This hustle and bustle finally came to an end.

The strong men of the various sects all stood in the Baiyu Square, looking at the stalwart figure in the depths of the Taiji Hall, silent and full of thoughts.

With Tang Huang's last palm, Nan Yehuo's soul power was easily annihilated, and his cultivation was close to detachment, which also shocked everyone present.

perhaps……

The Holy Emperor is still the Holy Emperor, still the supreme Holy Emperor.

He still holds the power of detachment!

An inexplicable fear lingered in the hearts of many strong men. As for what Nan Yehuo spied in the end, not many people paid attention to it, because only Nan Yehuo himself knew what he spied.

And he is a dead man, unable to tell the secret.

Above the nine heavens, the Huoshaoyun began to recede, and petal after petal of goose feather snow began to flutter.

The iron law exudes endless majesty, as if a bell is ringing in an ancient temple, lingering in every corner of the imperial city, as if there is a pair of invisible eyes in the iron law, overlooking everyone.

The will in the iron law no longer controls Fang Lang's body, Fang Lang regains consciousness, and a strong sense of weakness comes.

However, Fang Lang was excited and his eyes were shining.

At that moment just now, when he was blessed by the iron law, and shot the iron law blood arrow to nail Nan Yehuo, Fang Lang felt a unique power and connotation.

This is what that cheap master said, the difference between shooting and being shot!

Fang Lang has learned a lot, and feels that his cultivation level has improved a lot.

The power of the iron law, a little leakage is a supreme opportunity!

The iron law that was no longer suspended above Fang Lang's head seemed to have regained its cold and terrifying majesty, hanging over the Tai Chi Hall, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Baiyu Square.

The powerful men from various sects knelt down on the ground and kowtowed towards the Tai Chi Hall, silently.

Everyone is waiting for the Holy Emperor's trial.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Chao Xiaojian floated down from the sky with Fang Lang in his arms. He stared at the Liansheng sword in Fang Lang's hand that was covered in cracks and shattered the tip of the sword. Suddenly, his breath became short of breath.

"Senior sister...appeared?"

Chao Xiaojian's voice was low and hoarse.

Fang Lang, dressed in blood, nodded.

Afterwards, Fang Lang was mentioned to Xiaojian, and before he even had time to say goodbye to the Holy Emperor, he exhaled a wisp of sword energy from his heart towards the world, wrapped Fang Lang in his arms, and quickly swept towards the Youzhou Yaoque.

Fang Lang was a little dazed. As soon as he returned to Chang'an, he was taken by Chao Xiaojian to fly to Youzhou Yaoque again.

In the sky above Chang'an City, snow drifted slowly.

Nan Yehuo's body was brought out of the Tai Chi Hall, as if heaven and earth were singing a sad song.

The eldest prince Li Tianlin died, Nan Yehuo died, and next, it was time for the Holy Emperor to judge.

As for Chao Xiaojian and Fang Lang who left, no one cared about them, nor did they dare to.

Fang Lang came staring at the iron law, as if the iron law was an incarnation. This is a symbol of status, as if to convey a signal to everyone.

Even many censors no longer dared to impeach Fang Lang easily.

Even the third prince Li Liancheng, who had always been unhappy with Fang Lang, understood next that if he wanted to move Fang Lang, he had to weigh it carefully!

With the iron law above the head, shoot arrows instead of the iron law.

This move and behavior made Fang Lang's identity no longer ordinary and could no longer be ignored.

...

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Prince Wu's Mansion.

There was a lot of snow.

Concubine Pei finally finished appreciating the transcribed poems, and walked out of the room full of joy. The Chang'an snow scene she admired, compared with the constant turmoil in Chang'an City, the killing of Youzhou Yaoque is terrifying.

Princess Pei looked naive and romantic, she came to the courtyard where King Jiang Wu was, looked at the closed courtyard door again, frowned, full of sadness.

"Husband has started retreating again." Princess Pei sighed helplessly, rubbed her hands, breathed a sigh of relief, turned and left.

And the small courtyard where King Jiang Wu was located seemed to have an invisible force blocking everything.

Even the snow falling from the sky can't get close to the courtyard, it will be torn to pieces by the terrible force!

...

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Youzhou Yaoque.

The torrential rain was still falling, and everyone was looking at the gaps and barriers between the two worlds that were separated from the sky and the earth.

The female sword fairy in the barrier is still standing.

However, everyone could see that the cracks between the barriers began to heal little by little.

Wen Ting, Jiang Linglong and the others watched with complicated expressions. What happened in Yao Que today completely exceeded their imagination and expectations, making it difficult for them to calm down.

The eldest prince Li Tianlin died, Xuanyuan Taihua, who had disappeared for more than ten years, appeared, and so did Iron Law!

In the end, the hustle and bustle fell, and Fang Lang was actually left by Iron Law.

They didn't have a Wanli mirror, and they didn't know what happened in Chang'an City, they only knew that Fang Lang was taken away by Tie Lv.

"Are you leaving?"

Jiang Linglong wore a veil, raised her head, and shouted at the gradually blurred figure between the two world barriers.

Xuanyuan Taihua's whole body was shrouded in the radiance of mysterious sword energy.

Looking down at Jiang Linglong below, she smiled and said, "Say hello to your father for me, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Linglong was taken aback by the female sword fairy's words.

"Since you never disappeared, why didn't you come back?"

Jiang Linglong asked again.

However, the female sword fairy did not answer any more, but looked through the barriers between the two worlds with her eyes, as if looking at the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty, with endless emotion.

The gap between the two worlds began to heal, heal...

Outside the Youzhou Yaoque, there was a sword light flying towards it very fast.

Chao Xiaojian took Fang Lang, and quickly rushed into Youzhou Yaoque, speeding through the rainstorm and black clouds.

Chao Xiaojian's cultivation base was unreservedly released, and he was on his way at extreme speed.

Above the Fourth Resource Station.

Chao Xiaojian appeared with Fang Lang, but the crack between the two world barriers had already completely healed.

The figure of that magnificent female sword fairy disappeared.

Just as she came mysteriously, now she leaves mysteriously.

Chao Xiaojian was suspended in the air, without any protection, he let the torrential rain wash over his body, and the rain gathered and dripped from his chin.

Chao Xiaojian was a little lost.

He felt the fluctuation of Xuanyuan Taihua's sword energy left between the heaven and the earth, and after a long time, he let out a mouthful of foul air.

"Let's go again."

"It's a pity, after all, I couldn't see the senior sister in charge."

"What is it that can make senior sister give up Jianshu Sect and not return alone in the world of demons?"

Fang Lang looked at Xiaojian in a daze, and couldn't help opening his mouth, telling some things, and telling them slowly.

For example, Xuanyuan Taihua personally agreed to accept Fang Lang as his disciple, and for another example, Xuanyuan Taihua asked Fang Lang to pull out the remaining three swords, Lianshi, Lianlun, and Lianhui.

The sadness on Chao Xiaojian's face disappeared, no matter what, at least he knew that the senior sister in charge was not dead, which was good news.

As for the senior sister who is the head of the sect wandering in the world of demons, she must have her own difficulties because she has a sect but cannot return!

Otherwise, who wants to wander in a foreign land and not return for ten years?

Chao Xiaojian didn't know the reason, but he believed that the senior sister in charge must be under pressure that he didn't know about.

The only thing he can do is to try his best to keep Jian Shu Zong and prevent Jian Shu Zong from falling into the top ten sects.

Swinging the rainwater off his body towards Xiaojian, he smiled freely.

Pulling Fang Lang, he moved towards the position where the two world barriers were healed, towards the female sword fairy who seemed to be behind the barrier, looking at the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty with a sad face.

bow hands.