Chapter 1798
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In the life of the world, there will be many choices, some for themselves, some for people.
It's not easy to practice, and it's even more difficult to have a chance against the heaven. Many times I miss one, and it may be hard to meet again in my life.
Therefore, at this time, any decision made by Xu Qing, the Windrunner in the gorge, whether it is to directly smash Bo's eyebrows with an arrow, become the new wind master in this area, or give up the head to the central shangguo, as it is now, is supported by the compatriots of the surrounding Tianhui army.
In the silent gorge, as Xu Qing put away the bow, the dazzling green and golden awn dissipated, and the rolling darkness came back.
Next breath, after the bitter breath of the ancient wind completely disappeared, Jiang Yue, holding his sword in his hands, looked down at Bo Xiang lying on his back in the pit of the earth, with a voice of exclamation:
"if Xu Sicheng gave up his own country, it would not be so easy. After all, it's too rare for us taboos to have such a chance.
"If it is admitted by this heaven and earth. Maybe you can also try to cross the Jiuchong tianque, and climb the bridge of heaven and earth that taixuan monk dreams of. "
As the voice fell, Jiang Yue took back the refined iron gas from his body, raised his hand to draw the blood crystal sword, and a voice from Li Yi, the blood devil, sounded:
"Xu Sicheng is right. Whether he was beaten by the central government now or the third Prince Yin Wen who had been dormant for so long in Shuihu County, he needed Bo's head.
"For the sake of this action, the central government has taken great pains to even use the nails that have been placed in Tiance palace for so many years. If nothing is achieved, it will definitely be a heavy blow."
"Therefore, they need to give an account to all the people of the upper Kingdom and all the bloody soldiers on the front line. What can boost their morale more than a ten sage overhaul of the holy court?"
After Jiang Yue's response came out, the shadows of Tianhui soldiers standing aloof beside the pit disappeared slowly, as if they had never appeared before.
The next breath, darkness and silence continued to fill around the cave. In fact, except for this small area, the rest of the gorge was extremely chaotic.
after all, the impact of the earth shaking before was huge, and most of the monks were still in a state of panic. Then more and more silky fog cut the area like a border Cut open.
All of a sudden, a sound with a little pain sounded at the side of the cave. Then, under the light of the bright stone, the old monk, who had been stunned by the momentum before, opened his mouth and gave a dull hum, and slowly opened his eyes.
Then the old monk raised his hand to support his body, which was still shaking slightly, and looked around, with a deep loss on his face.
"What happened?"
The murmuring voice came out, and the memory came in like a tide. The old man's face changed wildly. He suddenly turned back and looked at Bo Xiang in the pit.
But perhaps it was fate that made it impossible for the poor old monk to be calm tonight.
Next breath, the void beside the old man vibrated again. The crackling sound, together with the space crack like a spider web, appeared directly.
In a flash, the whole void burst apart not far from the old man's side. A vast breath came out of the void, and the old monk flew away in an instant.
"Bang!"
After a light sound, the old man, who was blasted away for the second time, smashed hard on the nearby mountains, gave out a painful murmur and fell down.
"Heaven teases me!"
The old monk raised his hair and let out a roar. His red eyes opened, and he fixed on the space crack in front of him.
Next breath, a touch of domineering and noble golden awn comes out after the space crack, and at the same time, there is a wave of domineering dragon power.
"Roar!"
After the golden awn roared out, the old man's ear sounded like an ancient and extremely vast dragon roar, and then a golden awn shrouded figure stepped out in the void.
The Third Prince of central shangguo, Yin Wen!
Compared with the gentle scholar period before, Yin Wen, the third prince at this time, completely faded his gentle spirit and was more dignified than his tall and straight body.
What's more shocking is that at this time, Yin Wen was surrounded by a white dragon ghost, which was so dignified that people did not dare to look directly at him.
In the next moment, the white dragon soul above Yin Wen's body felt the existence of the old man and looked up directly.
It was a vast sight that the old monk had never experienced in his life!
Next breath, in the eyes of the dragon soul, the old man only felt that he was in the ancient dragon nest, and the overwhelming power of the dragon was photographed in front of his head like a huge wave. His eyes flashed out again.
"Yin Wen, there is only one last breath left."
Then the black dragon on the Third Prince of the central shangguo drew back his eyes and looked at Bo Xiang, who was dying in the cave. The ancient voice continued to ring:
"on the way, someone could find Bo Xiang's trace and then capture him. Who is it?"There was a strong color of disbelief in the ancient dragon soul's voice, but the third prince Yin wenjunmei's face was very calm.
Then his golden eyes were fixed on the center of Bo's eyebrows, which almost pierced the whole center of his eyebrows. The young and steady voice came out:
"the whole fog mountain and sea, and even the taixuan place, is the only one that can kill a ninth sage of shengtingwu palace without any sound, and at the same time leave a breath to send his prince's head."
After that, Yin Wen stretched out his right hand and held it in the air. The pale Cologne behind him opened his mouth and spat in front of him, and then a burning sword was spit out of his mouth and held by the former.
"Wushanhai is really a good place for killing people, and this time, my central government went to the country and owed a big favor to others."
Yin Wen, the third prince holding the sword, jumped forward slightly and directly into the hole where Bo Xiang was lying. At the same time, he carried the sword forward and made a stroke in front of him from top to bottom.
With a light sound, the void in front of Bo Xiang was completely cut off, and at the same time, there was the boundary of Tian Hui army arranged outside the former's body.
Behind the border, Bo Xuan was still with his eyes open. On his huge body, there were countless deep visible bone wounds, which revealed the last trace of the original force.
"The prince and the central government need your head."
A faint voice came out of Yin Wen's mouth, and then the young Prince did not hesitate. He raised his sword over his head and chopped it at Bo's neck in front of him.
The scholar killed the immortal!
In a flash, there was a earth shaking thunder in the whole fog mountain sea, and then countless strong winds began to roar and howl at the same time. The stopped heavy rain rolled down again.
Between the thunder and the wind, Yin Wen, the Third Prince of the central shangguo, stood up with a sword. Then he bent down, lifted Bo's head, and raised his head to the sky with a roar:
"the ninth philosopher of shengtingwu palace, Bo, die!"
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In the life of the world, there will be many choices, some for themselves, some for people.
It's not easy to practice, and it's even more difficult to have a chance against the heaven. Many times I miss one, and it may be hard to meet again in my life.
Therefore, at this time, any decision made by Xu Qing, the Windrunner in the gorge, whether it is to directly smash Bo's eyebrows with an arrow, become the new wind master in this area, or give up the head to the central shangguo, as it is now, is supported by the compatriots of the surrounding Tianhui army.
In the silent gorge, as Xu Qing put away the bow, the dazzling green and golden awn dissipated, and the rolling darkness came back.
Next breath, after the bitter breath of the ancient wind completely disappeared, Jiang Yue, holding his sword in his hands, looked down at Bo Xiang lying on his back in the pit of the earth, with a voice of exclamation:
"if Xu Sicheng gave up his own country, it would not be so easy. After all, it's too rare for us taboos to have such a chance.
"If it is admitted by this heaven and earth. Maybe you can also try to cross the Jiuchong tianque, and climb the bridge of heaven and earth that taixuan monk dreams of. "
As the voice fell, Jiang Yue took back the refined iron gas from his body, raised his hand to draw the blood crystal sword, and a voice from Li Yi, the blood devil, sounded:
"Xu Sicheng is right. Whether he was beaten by the central government now or the third Prince Yin Wen who had been dormant for so long in Shuihu County, he needed Bo's head.
"For the sake of this action, the central government has taken great pains to even use the nails that have been placed in Tiance palace for so many years. If nothing is achieved, it will definitely be a heavy blow."
"Therefore, they need to give an account to all the people of the upper Kingdom and all the bloody soldiers on the front line. What can boost their morale more than a ten sage overhaul of the holy court?"
After Jiang Yue's response came out, the shadows of Tianhui soldiers standing aloof beside the pit disappeared slowly, as if they had never appeared before.
The next breath, darkness and silence continued to fill around the cave. In fact, except for this small area, the rest of the gorge was extremely chaotic.
after all, the impact of the earth shaking before was huge, and most of the monks were still in a state of panic. Then more and more silky fog cut the area like a border Cut open.
All of a sudden, a sound with a little pain sounded at the side of the cave. Then, under the light of the bright stone, the old monk, who had been stunned by the momentum before, opened his mouth and gave a dull hum, and slowly opened his eyes.
Then the old monk raised his hand to support his body, which was still shaking slightly, and looked around, with a deep loss on his face.
"What happened?"
The murmuring voice came out, and the memory came in like a tide. The old man's face changed wildly. He suddenly turned back and looked at Bo Xiang in the pit.
But perhaps it was fate that made it impossible for the poor old monk to be calm tonight.
Next breath, the void beside the old man vibrated again. The crackling sound, together with the space crack like a spider web, appeared directly.
In a flash, the whole void burst apart not far from the old man's side. A vast breath came out of the void, and the old monk flew away in an instant.
"Bang!"
After a light sound, the old man, who was blasted away for the second time, smashed hard on the nearby mountains, gave out a painful murmur and fell down.
"Heaven teases me!"
The old monk raised his hair and let out a roar. His red eyes opened, and he fixed on the space crack in front of him.
Next breath, a touch of domineering and noble golden awn comes out after the space crack, and at the same time, there is a wave of domineering dragon power.
"Roar!"
After the golden awn roared out, the old man's ear sounded like an ancient and extremely vast dragon roar, and then a golden awn shrouded figure stepped out in the void.
The Third Prince of central shangguo, Yin Wen!
Compared with the gentle scholar period before, Yin Wen, the third prince at this time, completely faded his gentle spirit and was more dignified than his tall and straight body.
What's more shocking is that at this time, Yin Wen was surrounded by a white dragon ghost, which was so dignified that people did not dare to look directly at him.
In the next moment, the white dragon soul above Yin Wen's body felt the existence of the old man and looked up directly.
It was a vast sight that the old monk had never experienced in his life!
Next breath, in the eyes of the dragon soul, the old man only felt that he was in the ancient dragon nest, and the overwhelming power of the dragon was photographed in front of his head like a huge wave. His eyes flashed out again.
"Yin Wen, there is only one last breath left."
Then the black dragon on the Third Prince of the central shangguo drew back his eyes and looked at Bo Xiang, who was dying in the cave. The ancient voice continued to ring:
"on the way, someone could find Bo Xiang's trace and then capture him. Who is it?"There was a strong color of disbelief in the ancient dragon soul's voice, but the third prince Yin wenjunmei's face was very calm.
Then his golden eyes were fixed on the center of Bo's eyebrows, which almost pierced the whole center of his eyebrows. The young and steady voice came out:
"the whole fog mountain and sea, and even the taixuan place, is the only one that can kill a ninth sage of shengtingwu palace without any sound, and at the same time leave a breath to send his prince's head."
After that, Yin Wen stretched out his right hand and held it in the air. The pale Cologne behind him opened his mouth and spat in front of him, and then a burning sword was spit out of his mouth and held by the former.
"Wushanhai is really a good place for killing people, and this time, my central government went to the country and owed a big favor to others."
Yin Wen, the third prince holding the sword, jumped forward slightly and directly into the hole where Bo Xiang was lying. At the same time, he carried the sword forward and made a stroke in front of him from top to bottom.
With a light sound, the void in front of Bo Xiang was completely cut off, and at the same time, there was the boundary of Tian Hui army arranged outside the former's body.
Behind the border, Bo Xuan was still with his eyes open. On his huge body, there were countless deep visible bone wounds, which revealed the last trace of the original force.
"The prince and the central government need your head."
A faint voice came out of Yin Wen's mouth, and then the young Prince did not hesitate. He raised his sword over his head and chopped it at Bo's neck in front of him.
The scholar killed the immortal!
In a flash, there was a earth shaking thunder in the whole fog mountain sea, and then countless strong winds began to roar and howl at the same time. The stopped heavy rain rolled down again.
Between the thunder and the wind, Yin Wen, the Third Prince of the central shangguo, stood up with a sword. Then he bent down, lifted Bo's head, and raised his head to the sky with a roar:
"the ninth philosopher of shengtingwu palace, Bo, die!"
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In the life of the world, there will be many choices, some for themselves, some for people. It's not easy to practice, and it's even more difficult to have a chance against the heaven. Many times I miss one, and it may be hard to meet again in my life. Therefore, at this time, any decision made by Xu Qing, the Windrunner in the gorge, whether it is to directly smash Bo's eyebrows with an arrow, become the new wind master in this area, or give up the head to the central shangguo, as it is now, is supported by the compatriots of the surrounding Tianhui army. In the silent gorge, as Xu Qing put away the bow, the dazzling green and golden awn dissipated, and the rolling darkness came back. Next breath, after the bitter breath of the ancient wind completely disappeared, Jiang Yue, holding his sword in his hands, looked down at Bo Xiang lying on his back in the pit of the earth, with a voice of exclamation: "if Xu Sicheng gave up his own country, it would not be so easy. After all, it's too rare for us taboos to have such a chance. "If it is admitted by this heaven and earth. Maybe you can also try to cross the Jiuchong tianque, and climb the bridge of heaven and earth that taixuan monk dreams of. " As the voice fell, Jiang Yue took back the refined iron gas from his body, raised his hand to draw the blood crystal sword, and a voice from Li Yi, the blood devil, sounded: "Xu Sicheng is right. Whether he was beaten by the central government now or the third Prince Yin Wen who had been dormant for so long in Shuihu County, he needed Bo's head. "For the sake of this action, the central government has taken great pains to even use the nails that have been placed in Tiance palace for so many years. If nothing is achieved, it will definitely be a heavy blow." "Therefore, they need to give an account to all the people of the upper Kingdom and all the bloody soldiers on the front line. What can boost their morale more than a ten sage overhaul of the holy court?" After Jiang Yue's response came out, the shadows of Tianhui soldiers standing aloof beside the pit disappeared slowly, as if they had never appeared before. The next breath, darkness and silence continued to fill around the cave. In fact, except for this small area, the rest of the gorge was extremely chaotic. after all, the impact of the earth shaking before was huge, and most of the monks were still in a state of panic. Then more and more silky fog cut the area like a border Cut open. All of a sudden, a sound with a little pain sounded at the side of the cave. Then, under the light of the bright stone, the old monk, who had been stunned by the momentum before, opened his mouth and gave a dull hum, and slowly opened his eyes. Then the old monk raised his hand to support his body, which was still shaking slightly, and looked around, with a deep loss on his face. "What happened?" The murmuring voice came out, and the memory came in like a tide. The old man's face changed wildly. He suddenly turned back and looked at Bo Xiang in the pit. But perhaps it was fate that made it impossible for the poor old monk to be calm tonight. Next breath, the void beside the old man vibrated again. The crackling sound, together with the space crack like a spider web, appeared directly. In a flash, the whole void burst apart not far from the old man's side. A vast breath came out of the void, and the old monk flew away in an instant. "Bang!" After a light sound, the old man, who was blasted away for the second time, smashed hard on the nearby mountains, gave out a painful murmur and fell down. "Heaven teases me!" The old monk raised his hair and let out a roar. His red eyes opened, and he fixed on the space crack in front of him. Next breath, a touch of domineering and noble golden awn comes out after the space crack, and at the same time, there is a wave of domineering dragon power. "Roar!" After the golden awn roared out, the old man's ear sounded like an ancient and extremely vast dragon roar, and then a golden awn shrouded figure stepped out in the void. The Third Prince of central shangguo, Yin Wen! Compared with the gentle scholar period before, Yin Wen, the third prince at this time, completely faded his gentle spirit and was more dignified than his tall and straight body. What's more shocking is that at this time, Yin Wen was surrounded by a white dragon ghost, which was so dignified that people did not dare to look directly at him. In the next moment, the white dragon soul above Yin Wen's body felt the existence of the old man and looked up directly. It was a vast sight that the old monk had never experienced in his life! Next breath, in the eyes of the dragon soul, the old man only felt that he was in the ancient dragon nest, and the overwhelming power of the dragon was photographed in front of his head like a huge wave. His eyes flashed out again. "Yin Wen, there is only one last breath left." Then the black dragon on the Third Prince of the central shangguo drew back his eyes and looked at Bo Xiang, who was dying in the cave. The ancient voice continued to ring: "on the way, someone could find Bo Xiang's trace and then capture him. Who is it?"There was a strong color of disbelief in the ancient dragon soul's voice, but the third prince Yin wenjunmei's face was very calm. Then his golden eyes were fixed on the center of Bo's eyebrows, which almost pierced the whole center of his eyebrows. The young and steady voice came out: "the whole fog mountain and sea, and even the taixuan place, is the only one that can kill a ninth sage of shengtingwu palace without any sound, and at the same time leave a breath to send his prince's head." After that, Yin Wen stretched out his right hand and held it in the air. The pale Cologne behind him opened his mouth and spat in front of him, and then a burning sword was spit out of his mouth and held by the former. "Wushanhai is really a good place for killing people, and this time, my central government went to the country and owed a big favor to others." Yin Wen, the third prince holding the sword, jumped forward slightly and directly into the hole where Bo Xiang was lying. At the same time, he carried the sword forward and made a stroke in front of him from top to bottom. With a light sound, the void in front of Bo Xiang was completely cut off, and at the same time, there was the boundary of Tian Hui army arranged outside the former's body. Behind the border, Bo Xuan was still with his eyes open. On his huge body, there were countless deep visible bone wounds, which revealed the last trace of the original force. "The prince and the central government need your head." A faint voice came out of Yin Wen's mouth, and then the young Prince did not hesitate. He raised his sword over his head and chopped it at Bo's neck in front of him. The scholar killed the immortal! In a flash, there was a earth shaking thunder in the whole fog mountain sea, and then countless strong winds began to roar and howl at the same time. The stopped heavy rain rolled down again. Between the thunder and the wind, Yin Wen, the Third Prince of the central shangguo, stood up with a sword. Then he bent down, lifted Bo's head, and raised his head to the sky with a roar: "the ninth philosopher of shengtingwu palace, Bo, die!" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
