Three days before the end of rebirth

snort!

Li Qinglian snorted coldly and raised her chin proudly.

After all, this little maid is also a princess of the country, the daughter of Emperor Daqian, with an extraordinary status. Previously, according to the etiquette of the master, she respectfully addressed Wang Shuangkai as Senior Brother Wang, which was considered as a way of giving face. How could she bear Wang Shuangkai gesticulating in front of her?

In the officialdom of the Daqian court, Li Qinglian had seen many high-ranking officials such as the Prime Minister and Shangshu who were eloquent, and she had never taken them seriously.

Who is Wang Shuangkai?

What about the true disciples of the sect leader?

Don't be shy in front of this princess.

Li Qinglian secretly thought in her heart: Now, you are still the true disciple of the sect master. When the big devil kills you with a sword, the position of the sect master's true disciple will have to be replaced by someone else.

The ninth princess of the Daqian Dynasty naturally did not have to take Wang Shuangkai to heart.

Chu Jingyue is different.

Even though she was full of dissatisfaction, she still replied: "I'm just a guide..."

"shut up!"

Wang Shuang opened his sleeves, flicked his sleeves, stared at Chen Xinglie coldly, and asked: "Are you...that Chen Xinglie?"

Chen Xinglie ignored it.

He was taking care of himself, holding a cup and drinking wine, leisurely and at ease.

The Wang Shuangkai, Lin Daoyuan's true disciple in Chen Xinglie's memory, was much calmer than the one in front of him. He would not be bossing around and shouting around in front of fellow juniors like he is now.

Too young.

Chen Xinglie thought about it and understood. According to his memory, he would not meet these true disciples of the Tushan Sect until two or three years later. At that time, Changkong Wuji, the leader of the Xifeng Army, and the Daqian Dynasty

The Marquis of Wu'an had failed in his rebellion. In order to protect the royal family, the Tushan Sect suffered heavy losses, and Wang Shuangkai was also seriously injured.

People will definitely grow after suffering setbacks.

And now...

Wang Shuangkai is very arrogant. Apparently he has not been "severely beaten by society" and does not know what it means to be a man of high heaven and earth.

This man's eyes were full of disdain. He looked at Chen Xinglie carefully for a long time, then he shook his folding fan and said condescendingly: "I was thinking before, if you are willing to apologize, kowtow, kneel down and beg for mercy, I will forgive you."

One life. But now I feel that I can’t do it without killing you. A devilish heretic like you is so handsome, it’s simply unacceptable!”

Chen Xinglie had no expression on his face, moved the wine glass aside, tilted it slowly, and spilled the wine on the ground.

Wang Shuangkai sneered and said: "Don't drink anymore? When people are about to die, this wine will no longer taste good?"

Boom.

Chen Xinglie placed the wine glass on the table and said slowly: "You spit too much, and it sprayed into the wine, which makes people feel disgusting."

Wang Shuangkai closed the folding fan and said coldly: "A dying person really thinks he is a person?"

"Are you angry?" Chen Xinglie raised his eyes, with a joking smile in his eyes, and said: "I am so handsome, have I offended you? I am too handsome, so it is unforgivable to be punished by nature, so I can't kill you? You are the same at any rate.

As a disciple of Lin Daoyuan, the sect leader of the famous and upright Tushan Sect, can't you come up with a fresher reason to make me happy?"

Bang!

Wang Shuangkai waved his hand and smashed the table into pieces with one palm, sending sawdust flying and clattering to the ground.

The wine jar on the table fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. The wine spilled all over the floor.

At this time, Wang Shuangkai had completely understood that Chen Xinglie did not come to plead guilty and beg for mercy at all, but came to raise an army to question the guilty.

Chen Xinglie raised his hand, flicked the wine beads that splashed on his sleeves, and said lightly: "Actually, I am very curious, why do you dare to be so arrogant in front of me? Is it just because of you that this...

A sword with a handle that handles thousands of miles of sadness?"

"So what?"

Wang Shuangkai held the sword in his hand, holding the scabbard tightly, and said with a sneer: "This is the portable sword of the Supreme Elder of Tushan Sect, which contains the sword intention of the land gods. I have this sword in my hand, under the land gods,

You can kill them all with one sword!"

Chen Xinglie snorted and asked, "Is it true?"

snort!

Wang Shuangkai couldn't stand Chen Xinglie's attitude very much. He drew his sword out of its sheath with a clang and said proudly: "Even if the Supreme Elder is far away in Tushan Sect, tens of thousands of miles apart, he can still communicate with this sword with his mind and help me kill everyone."

Evil heretics!"

The ten realms of martial arts are a path from martial arts to spirituality.

This divine god refers to the land gods.

Warriors at the tenth level of martial arts refine their Qi and blood and polish their bodies. Even the eighth level of martial arts at the soul transformation level only slightly involves the martial arts soul. For masters at the level of land gods, the most important way to practice is to temper their souls.

Step into the fairyland...

From now on, I will be different from ordinary people!

Therefore, the methods of land gods far exceed those of people in the tenth realm of martial arts.

Even if Shang Qingkong is far away in Tushan Sect, he can still use his methods from a distance to control the Wanli Beiqiu Sword to kill people.

This matter was what Wang Shuangkai relied on.

Even though Wang Shuangkai had known for a long time that Chen Xinglie was killing everyone in Qingyun City. Even the leader of the Xifeng Army, Changkong Wuji, was seriously injured and fled... These things were not important in Wang Shuangkai's view.

Wang Shuangkai felt that he was holding the Wanli Beiqiu Sword of Supreme Elder Shang Qingkong in his hand. It could be conquered by anyone in the world. Even the gods on land could kill with one sword.

After the Wanli Beiqiu Sword was unsheathed, the edge of the sword was like a pool of autumn water, dazzling with brilliance, shining with precious light, and could be faintly seen. There were countless talisman formations, like fish in the autumn water, floating and sinking on the edge of the sword...

…

Based on appearance alone, Wanli Beiqiu Sword is many times higher quality than Chen Xinglie's great sword.

Very trendy!

This is indeed a good sword.

If it is used as a sacrifice to the Great Sword, how many levels can the Great Sword be raised to?

Chen Xinglie was very curious and wanted to put his thoughts into action, so he asked: "Do you want to use this sword to kill me?"

snort!

Wang Shuangkai snorted coldly, as if he didn't bother to answer such a question.

"or……"

Chen Xinglie looked at Wanli Beiqiu Sword meaningfully and suggested: "Try?"

Wang Shuangkai sneered: "You are seeking your own death, you can't blame me!"

The Autumn Sword of Wanli Sadness shines brightly.

Buzz!

The sound of the sword was like the sound of a bell, spreading in all directions.

The powerful sword intent rushed out from the sword like a tide and enveloped Chen Xinglie.

This time, Chen Xinglie was already prepared.

A faint fluorescent light floated on Chen Xinglie's body, as if the stars and moonlight in the sky were all gathered into a bunch, shining on him, as if he was covered with stars and the moon.

Fluorescence is sword light.

Within the sword light, there is the sword intention of the Void Condensing Sword Technique.

It was this kind of sword intent originating from the Empress of the Upper Realm that made Chen Xinglie sit in front of Wanli Beiqiu Sword and remain unmoved in the face of the fierce sword intent of Shang Qingkong, the pinnacle master of land gods.

Only the long hair is flying gently.

far away.

In the Qingyun River.

Lin Daoyuan was sitting on the painted boat drinking wine, thinking about how to sweep Qingyun City next to show the majesty of Tushan Sect, when he suddenly heard the sound of swords coming from the shore.

"This is the sword intention of the Supreme Elder!"

Lin Daoyuan's eyes darkened, and he rose up from the bow of the ship, like a wild goose, flying to Yunlai Inn.