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The sword flashed!

The sky and the earth instantly turned pale.

Autumn was originally a time when the sun rose, the river was red, the flowers were redder than the fire, but now all the colors dimmed, leaving only a ray of light.

All the splendor and light in the sky and on the earth are condensed into one line.

The thrilling sword light pierced the sky in an instant. Looking across the world, there will never be more than one person in the world who can command such a sword with just one hand.

Han Shengxuan's hair stood on end and his pupils shrank sharply. Looking back on his life, he had not seen masters at the top of swordsmanship, but this time, an unprecedented fatal crisis surged in his heart.

If you don't take it, you may die.

The sword light roared, penetrating the space, just like the silver hairpin in the Queen Mother's hand piercing the Milky Way. A stream of light swept out in the air, and the Milky Way spread across the sky. The sound shook the void and stirred up a low sonic boom.

It seems that no one can take this sword.

In an instant, Han Diao Si rolled up his sleeves in front of everyone, and strands of slender red ropes floated like small red snakes, like mayflies, densely packed and intimidating.

Bringing life to dead objects has always been a symbol of a great master. This sword in the air cuts through the air so fast that it is almost difficult to catch.

But the more this happened, the slower Han Diao Si's movements became. He opened his palms with his five hearts raised to the sky, and the scarlet layers on his arms were layered, just when the sword light was about to pierce his eyebrows.

"Bang!"

Han Diao Si suddenly put his hands together, and when the two palms collided, he burst out with great strength, and immediately opened the surrounding tables and chairs. At the same time, there was another loud bang.

Han Diao Si knelt down on his knees.

His face was distorted, his orifices were bleeding, and the light of the sword in his palm made him bend down and bow his head.

The One-Sword Immortal kneels.

Li Chungang's signature sword moves, except for the two-sleeved green snake, are unparalleled in dominance. After being used by Chen Jun, they have a slightly different charm, but without exception, the effect is the same.

"puff!"

As Han Diao Si knelt on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of thick blood and splashed on the ground. At the same time, a yellow light appeared on his body. Han Diao Si's throat also roared like a beast. With a squeeze of his palms, the sword gleamed.

Suddenly disappeared.

"Hoo ho ho!!!"

Han Diao Si gasped for breath, and his whole body was soaked as if he had jumped out of a pond.

Han Diao Si stood up slowly, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you to the Sword God for showing mercy!"

Hearing these words, the fourth prince Zhao Zhuan and Princess Suizhu could not help but tremble. Han Diao Si, known as the devil in the world, was already the most powerful warrior their royal family had ever seen. When Cao Changqing entered the palace for the third time,

Facing the Emperor Fifty Steps Directly, it is precisely because of Han Diao Temple that the current emperor Zhao Chun can live to this day.

But now Han Diao Si knelt down and bowed his head under a sword. He was so humiliated and finally wanted to say "Thank you for showing mercy". His cultivation strength had reached such a terrifying level.

The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall.

Now in the restaurant, everyone's lives are in Chen Jun's hands.

One thought of life, one thought of death!

Hearing what Han Diao Si said, Chen Jun didn't say anything. He glanced at him and smiled inexplicably.

Han Diao Si frowned secretly, "Mr. Chen, what you said before should not be ignored."

"of course not."

Chen Jun waved his sleeves, and Mr. Suizhu, who was being held captive next to him, flew to Han Diao Temple and was caught by him.

"I heard that you have an Autumn Harvest Festival in Liyang. I will go to watch the ceremony. Show off whatever tricks your emperor has at that time." Chen Jun simply left without turning his head, and stopped briefly at the threshold.

Xing, with a bit of a smile in his tone, "After all... whether there will be Li Yang in the future is still a question."

After saying that, Chen Jun's figure disappeared into the distance.

"Unbridled, simply lawless!"

The anger in the heart of Zhao Zhuan, the fourth prince beside him, could no longer be suppressed. His fists were clenched in the air, his face as gloomy as water, "Father should have driven out all the Jianghu people, destroyed the weapons, and sold the secret books, otherwise it would be his turn today.

furious."

The fat boss next to him smiled apologetically and echoed: "These gang of martial artists fight and kill all day long and never make the slightest contribution to the people of the world. They are just like worms."

"Your Highness is angry, but can he kill all the warriors in the world?"

"There is a Martial Emperor's City to the east of Liyang. No one in the world can do anything about it?" Han Diao Si said coldly: "Your Highness should be glad that there is only one here today. If he is in the top ten in martial arts evaluation, no, just in the top three in martial arts evaluation

If he attacks, Li Yang will be paralyzed."

Zhao Zhuan's breath was suffocated, and he was filled with anger.

The matter was over now. At this time, the old man got up with the child and planned to go out and leave.

Zhao Zhuan suddenly took a step forward and stretched out his hand to stop him, "Mr. Nan, I heard that you were called to the palace alone when your father handed out the twelve gold medals."

The old man nodded.

"I heard that all your Celestial Realm strength disappeared in that night." Zhao Zhuan asked again.

The old man nodded again.

"Okay, then I would like to ask what the result was that night when my father asked you to calculate the fate of Liyang's country?"

Hearing this, the fat boss left wisely. He had a great background and a well-known background, but he was not yet able to hear such secrets that it would be taboo.

The old man shook his head and said, "I didn't detect it."

Zhao Zhuan obviously didn't believe it, "It's impossible. If you didn't detect it, how could you lose your Celestial Realm strength?"

The old man sighed, "It's really impossible to measure it."

"How could..."

Zhao Zhuan's eyes widened when he finished speaking, and he took two or three steps back, his face turning pale in an instant.

After Han Diao Si heard the answer for the second time, his face also changed drastically, and he looked even paler than the previous one when he was seriously injured.

Not being able to detect it... is the real horror.

One person is against one country.

Liyang's future and destiny are uncertain, which already explains a big problem.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Zhuan's teeth kept trembling, and he yelled loudly to suppress the fear that was surging in his heart, scaring the inexperienced Princess Suizhu next to him into tears.

"Nan Lao didn't make any calculations. Did I gather with him today to perform divination again? What did he calculate?" Zhao Zhuan asked quickly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

The old man shook his head and smiled, "It is precisely because I can't detect it that I want to see what kind of person this sword god is who made me lose most of my cultivation."

"I don't dare to calculate anymore. Merely measuring Liyang's national fortune will damage my cultivation. If I test him directly, I'm afraid I will die on the spot."

"Fortunately, I don't live long. It would be fun to have a meal with this sword god."

"Nan Huaijin died without regrets!"

The old man took the little child and walked out of the door with a slow smile, muttering, "It can't be measured, it can't be measured..."

Every sound was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhao Zhuan's soul, and every time he heard it, his and Han Diao Si's faces turned a little paler.

On this day, while everything was happening in Tai'an City, something happened that shocked the world.

The young leader of Wudang Mountain rode a crane down the mountain.

Chen Jun stood on a high building, holding a small altar of Huadiao wine in his hand, looking at the young Taoist priest riding a crane in the sky, and said leisurely:

"I'm so envious!"

The Taoist priest riding the crane felt something, looked at the people below, smiled shyly, and blushed.