Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Inside Chang'an City.

There is a tavern in an alley. The tavern is small and remote, and there are even fewer people coming and going.

However, the business of the tavern is quite prosperous, because the plum wine sold in this tavern is famous in Chang'an.

At this moment, there were two figures sitting opposite each other by the window in the tavern, admiring the yellow flowers and autumn rain. On the table in front of them was a stack of peanuts and a stack of marinated chicken feet.

The two ate and drank freely, toasting each other.

Cui Cheng filled Lu Taixuan with plum wine, and the other party took a sip and clicked his tongue.

"The plum wine from this old shop is still delicious. Old Cui, the last time we drank together was sixteen years ago, right?"

Lu Taixuan narrowed his eyes, as if drunk, said.

Cui Cheng threw a peanut into his mouth, and said with a smile: "At that time, Wen Ting was still a gentleman's sword in Chang'an, King Jiang Wu hadn't married the little girl from Pei's family, and the water in Chang'an was not so turbid."

Lu Taixuan's drunken eyes were hazy, as if he was recalling the past, but unfortunately, with his cultivation, it is difficult to get drunk.

"Let's not talk about those things, I heard that the third prince left the palace in person and went to Qiuling Yaoque hunting ground?"

Cui Cheng put down his wine glass and said.

"The third prince has an arrogant personality and acts domineering. This is his own personality, but it is also his advantage, because it is simple."

"The first prince's thoughts are too deep for people to see through, the second prince... just don't say it."

"The fourth prince died early."

"There is also a fifth princess who feels that the whole world will persecute her..."

"The emperor of Tang said that he wanted to establish a crown prince, and the whole world was shaken. All the ministers took their positions. Among the three princes... although the eldest prince is the most promising, there are still many people who support the third prince."

Lu Taixuan laughed.

Under the rain, in the tavern, the two were commenting on the four princes and daughters who have the blood of the royal family.

Dean Cui said indifferently: "But the conflict between the third prince and the Jiang family, why does it involve a child."

Holding the wine glass, Lu Taixuan turned his head to look at Misty Qiuyu: "If it wasn't for this child being good enough, otherwise...how would he be qualified to be involved in that vortex?"

"This child threatens Li Yuanzhen's No. 1 Scholar. The third prince will naturally intervene. You know, Old Cui, that No. 1 Scholar is not just an honor."

The wrinkles on Cui Cheng's face were twisted into a ball like the roots of coptis. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, only drinking in silence.

The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.

...

...

Outside the Qiuling Demon Que.

In the endless dark clouds.

Chao Xiaojian is dressed in white, with white hair and white eyebrows, with his hands behind his back, and an unpretentious three-foot green sword is suspended around his body.

The wind and rain in the sky and the earth parted automatically around him.

He was also shocked when he learned that the third prince and Nan Yehuo had personally entered the Demon Palace in Qiuling. The third prince was actually more arrogant and domineering than him.

Of course, what shocked him even more was Nan Yehuo, this old thing actually came out of the mountain himself, in order to deal with a child who didn't even comprehend sword intent!

Just because Fang Lang pulled out the Liansheng sword of the senior sister in charge?

Nan Yehuo was so scared by the senior sister in charge of the psychological shadow? !

In fact, Chao Xiaojian really appreciates Fang Lang.

A young man who is crazy about swords, practicing swords so hard, practicing swords...

Now, finally guarding the cloud to see the moon, the root bone has mutated, has a purple root bone, and has a talent that is not weak!

How could he not admire such a young man full of sword cocoons and working so hard? !

However, he can't enter Qiuling Demon Tower at the moment.

In front of him, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, stood quietly, with heavy rain and long dark clouds under their feet.

Chao Xiaojian was a little helpless and lazy.

"The dean of Chang'an Academy, Guozijian Jijiu..."

"One of you is the first prince, and the other is the second prince..."

"It seems that the eldest prince and the second prince wish the third prince could completely tear themselves apart from the Jiang family."

Looking at Xiaojian in white clothes, with his chest exposed, he shook the sword in his hand and sighed: "However, if you dare to come, my sword...it doesn't matter who you are."

He expected that someone would stop him, but he never thought it would be the First Prince and Second Prince.

The water in Chang'an is really muddy.

It's better for Jianshu Sect, since the senior sister in charge is not here, he is the boss!

That kid Fang Lang is really too, it would be nice to stay with him in Jianshu earlier, and nothing will happen.

And the two people opposite Chao Xiaojian just smiled, Chao Xiaojian... As always, it was Chao Xiaojian who loves to speak wildly.

The two hands overlapped, and suddenly the clouds and rain twisted all over the sky, and the sky and the earth changed, turning into a big formation that covered the sky, and instantly enveloped Chao Xiaojian!

He smiled at Xiaojian.

Raising his hand, he flicked lightly on the sword floating in front of him.

All of a sudden, the sky was full of sword light, and the waves in the formation were turbulent!

...

...

In the world of Tang Dynasty, the power of blood cannot be ignored.

The bloodline represents that the ancestors have taken that supreme step before they can change and influence the bloodline, so that the bloodline of future generations will contain terrifying power.

But in today's Great Tang world, the most powerful bloodline is none other than the Great Tang royal family.

Li Liancheng is the third son of the emperor, he has pure royal blood, he is proud of this blood, he is arrogant, he is domineering, and all this is based on his blood that is qualified to be arrogant and domineering.

However, at this moment, the royal blood that Li Liancheng was so proud of lost its effectiveness!

He could suppress Wen Ting, but he couldn't suppress the young man in Tsing Yi!

However, he couldn't suppress the graceful and graceful figure condensed from the sword.

This is the person that the eldest brother dreams of, and the person that the second brother is extremely afraid of.

"Xuanyuan Taihua!"

Li Liancheng burst out the name between his teeth.

Pooh!

Blood is spilled!

Nan Yehuo gritted his teeth, and one arm was cut off abruptly. The incision was smooth, but the sprayed blood couldn't be stopped at all!

The sword intent contained in the Liansheng sword made Nan Yehuo feel like a leaf of duckweed that had been thrown into the ocean!

Is this a wisp of the woman's spiritual thoughts hidden in the Liansheng sword? !

Fang Lang could actually arouse this ray of spiritual thought? !

A haze shrouded Nan Yehuo's heart.

Just a sliver of spiritual thought made me dignified to the ninth rank, and I couldn't even develop the courage to resist.

Why can the gap be so big? !

Could it be that she... surpassed the ninth rank?

Looking at the blurred figure, who couldn't see the figure clearly, and whose energy was obviously extremely weak, but which could easily make him unable to even swing a sword, Nan Yehuo finally had a trace of panic in his eyes. A bit of thick ink in the pond could not stop spreading.

boom!

Nanyehuo's energy burst out, and his broken arm fell to the ground, splashing mud.

But the flaming sword flew up at a gallop, pouring backwards like a winding fire dragon!

Circling, biting towards Xuanyuan Taihua!

However, that graceful figure waved his sword lightly again, and the rain below the entire carriage was like a brilliant lotus flower, blooming between heaven and earth!

Nan Yehuo held the sword with his other arm and blocked Liansheng. The terrifying sword intent attacked, and Nan Yehuo's face trembled.

Being drawn by the huge force, he flew out of the carriage, and fell rapidly towards the distance.

Like a lotus flower spinning and rolling over, the mud was plowed into a gully of several feet of sword energy, ferocious and terrifying!

Nan Yehuo was at the end of the ravine, holding a sword in one arm, and Dahongpao was cut by countless sword qi and covered with wounds...

On the carriage, only the third prince and the graceful phantom holding the sword remained.

The third prince Li Liancheng's fluttering white clothes were clinging to his body, and the three thousand strands of hair dyed gold were spreading and flying.

The golden pupils were filled with endless nobility, staring at that white shadow, staring at that lotus!

In fact, there was a bit of unconcealable fear reflected in those golden noble pupils.

For the first time, he felt oppressive fear from someone other than his father.

"Under the whole world, is it the land of the king!"

"This Great Tang is my Li family's world!"

"The iron law is the iron law of the royal family!"

"The power of the iron law is aimed at the spiritual thoughts and souls of the creatures in the world."

"Anyone contaminated with the blood of the royal family will be ruthlessly suppressed by the iron law! No one can escape!"

The third prince stood there, under the coercion of the white-clothed figure, standing on top of the chariots and horses.

The power released by the royal blood allowed him to easily block the oppression of the ray of spiritual thoughts left by this peerless sword fairy!

"You dare to kill me?!"

Although the third prince Li Liancheng knew that there was only a ray of spiritual thoughts in front of him, not a real person!

However, his golden pupils still released arrogance and arrogance!

Even if he is facing the number one sword fairy in the Tang Dynasty, who can oppress him like a father, he is still arrogant!

He bet, she didn't dare!

under.

ten feet away.

Wen Ting panted heavily, and painful images flashed in his eyes.

The coercion of the royal blood...

His hand holding the sword was covered with blue veins, and he gritted his teeth.

The bent sword is like his spine that was once bent!

As Li Liancheng said, there is no king in the world.

His sword did not dare to be stained with royal blood. Once it was stained, the ordinary iron law hanging over the entire Tang Dynasty would truly explode its terrifying power.

Even if it is a fairy or a god, it will be suppressed!

Ten years ago, his spine was bent by the eldest prince Li Tianlin, and the energy he had accumulated for ten years was going to be wiped out by the third prince Li Liancheng on this day? !

Wen Ting's heart was engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

He was a little dazed and at a loss.

Suddenly!

The young man in Tsing Yi beside him took a step, pulled out his obsidian sword, took a step, and stepped on the splashing water!

The coercion of the royal blood seems to be unable to suppress and shake the young man in the slightest!

The young man laughed when he heard the words of the third prince. First he walked slowly, and then he walked faster and faster!

The mud-colored rainwater splashed three feet high!

Holding the obsidian sword, the boy ran wildly in the rainstorm, swinging the sword while running wildly!

Wen Ting's pupils reflected the figure of a young man running and swinging a sword.

The next moment!

The young man stepped on the sole of his foot, crushing the puddles of water on the ground.

Forming an arc of the body, he jumped up, and he jumped towards the carriage that was riding on the carriage of the third prince Li Liancheng, who had the most noble blood in the Tang Dynasty!

Like a run-up jump rising from the ground, that pitch-black sword reflects the coldness!

"Don't!"

Wen Ting narrowed his eyes and shouted hissingly.

However, the boy couldn't hear it, or didn't care if he heard it!

Once the sword is stained with blood, the iron law will impose karma and punishment, and you Fang Lang... will be labeled as trespassing!

will become a sinner!

Forever!

And the terrifying will of the iron law will completely destroy Fang Lang, who is no more than the second rank, and his soul will die!

Wen Ting roared, but the whimpering of the wind and rain overwhelmed his voice!

Boom!

But Fang Lang stepped into the carriage with a cold face, his eyes fixed on Li Liancheng with noble golden pupils!

The coercion that was born from the bottom of his bones burst Fang Lang's spine that was about to be crushed!

"Iron law attacking and killing spiritual souls?"

"I happen to be...not afraid!"

Fang Lang held the obsidian, a gleam of light reflected on the black sword, like a ray of sparks on the endless grassland!

"She dare not!"

"I dare!"

If you want to kill me, why don't I dare to kill you!

Why? !

Just because you are a royal family? !

Go Te Niang's iron law!

Fang Lang stabbed out with a sword!

As if a sword pierced the iron law!

"when--"

In front of Li Liancheng, a golden shield appeared out of thin air, which was the self-contained defense of the blood.

Regardless of Fang Lang's care, the tip of the sword stabbed on it frantically and continuously, causing the shield to ripple a little bit!

Behind the protective shield, Li Liancheng's pupils were golden, and he watched a little man's crazy struggle sarcastically.

However, his sarcasm quickly froze.

Between heaven and earth, there was another sigh.

"Little guy, why bother."

After the words fell, the white phantom of Xuanyuan Taihua slowly swung the Lotus Sword in his hand and cut it in the air, as if a budding lotus flower was slowly blooming.

Taihua Sword Lotus!

This sword cut off a certain connection in the dark!

Li Liancheng's eyes narrowed!

Instantly!

His whole body was shocked, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the noble golden color in his pupils also quickly faded away!

Xuanyuan Taihua's phantom and the power of his blood were exhausted, turning into bits of white light and dissipating.

Lian Sheng's sword fell on the carriage.

And Fang Lang stabbed out with a sword again.

puff!

That was the sound of the golden shield breaking!

Countless golden lights scattered and flew in all directions like shattered shards of a complete mirror.

Then...

Fang Lang crashed into the arms of Li Liancheng who had been cut off from his blood and fell into a momentary sluggishness!

The black obsidian sword pierced Li Liancheng's heart fiercely!

A sword pierced down.

There is a small magic circle hovering around, protecting his heart!

The formation is difficult to break, and cannot be killed!

And accompanied by a throbbing, Fang Lang's face was expressionless, and the tip of his sword turned and touched Li Liancheng's abdomen!

Can the formation still protect your whole body?

It can't kill you, but it will also cast a shadow in your heart!

Didn't bleed? !

The sword suddenly used force, pierced in, and pulled out!

Then...

a sword.

two swords.

Three Swords.

There were repeated puffs, and the sword pierced into the flesh!

Bring a puff of gold-stained blood, pat it on Fang Lang's green shirt, and bloom into monster bloody flowers!

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