Xiao Xiang had no time to fear or think. At this moment, he just felt that the light that enveloped and bathed his body was a bit dazzling, and his body was a bit cold.

At this time, the small ivory sword in the hand of Han Xuzi, the first swordsman in Tang and Tibet, pierced Yunhai's chest three inches.

"Not human... nor human..."

The sound of thousands of bells ringing in Yunhai, the young monk in white, sounded again. Following this voice that no one else could understand, a line of pale golden blood spurted out from his mouth.

Han Xuzi let out a shrill exclamation in his heart.

He felt the power in the blood spurted out by the sea of ​​clouds...the cold and indomitable sword intent.

He never thought that one day he would face his own sword!

His sword was still deep in Yunhai's body, and he could kill Yunhai. He understood that although the people in Prajna Temple had great magical powers, they were still human beings after all, not indestructible gods and Buddhas. But at the same time, he also knew very well that

When he killed Yunhai, he was also killing himself.

Yunhai's body seemed to turn into Buddha's light before his eyes, and he accepted it all calmly. However, he could not welcome his own death calmly. His body was controlled by the endless fear that surged at this moment.

Before the duel between death and death, he was finally filled with fear and he sheathed his sword.

The ivory sword was quickly recovered and blocked in front of him.

"Zheng!" a violent roar.

This small ivory sword, which was full of powerful force and seemed to be completely condensed with him and the vitality of the world around him, was knocked out of his hand. His body also flew out upside down, and was hit by his own sword energy.

Countless small wounds were cut.

Gu Xinyin had already turned around and headed towards a place in the courtyard.

The sea of ​​clouds took Emperor Fengxuan and flew towards the same place as Gu Xinyin.

That place was originally the end of the rain eaves in the courtyard. The water collecting trough of the rain eaves would collect all the rainwater and then fall there, onto the hollow stone slab below.

Instantly sensing the movements of Gu Xinyin and Yunhai, the owner of the small blue sword outside suddenly understood how these three people could appear quietly in the courtyard, and how it was not until this moment that they launched such an attack.

Field assassination.

The small blue sword that was connected to his mind screamed sharply, and the terrifying power of vitality caused the broken stones along the way to be blown up, swept up by the sword energy, and seemed to turn into a small sword.

However, the bright yellow sword light only flashed.

With just a flash, the owner of the little blue sword let out a scream of extreme terror. Not only did the blue sword run away in terror, but the sound of a sharp escape could be heard on a path outside the courtyard.

The bright yellow sword light did not chase out, but formed a bright yellow sword curtain around Gu Xinyin, Yunhai, and Emperor Fengxuan.

The sword curtain fell suddenly, and the ground sank, making an extremely hollow sound.

The old wizard was embedded in the wall, and the blood in his body was almost drained, but he had no ability to break free from the wall.

The first swordsman of Tang Zang, Han Xuzi, had his sword heart broken and his energy was sharp. He knew that from today on he could no longer hold his position as the first swordsman of Tang Zang. Looking at his body covered with small wounds, he was trembling all over.

Can't help myself.

The owner of the small blue sword outside the courtyard stopped screaming and ran away, but he couldn't believe it in his heart. Four holy masters against two holy masters could not even stop each other for a moment, and more practitioners and cavalry troops rushed in.

arrive.

…

Xiao Xiang's body was also trembling.

Looking at Gu Xinyin and Yunhai, Emperor Fengxuan fell to the ground, and he instantly realized something.

Liusha City was short of water... The Saint of Prajna Temple appeared and led the people to build various open channels and underground canals to divert water and store rain. The Saint of Prajna Temple later became the Queen Mother, and she was the only one who knew about the underground water network under Liusha City that was more complicated than a spider web.

And she is the mother of Emperor Fengxuan.

Gu Xinyin had been soaking in the dark water prison for so long, and had wanted to kill him for so long. Once she got out of trouble, she still waited until now, not only because her body and cultivation had recovered, but also to determine his whereabouts.

, waiting for him to appear in the courtyard he thinks is the safest.

It turns out that the legendary secret knowledge of Prajna Temple is really so terrifying.

A person who possesses the unique skills of Prajna Temple and Qingluan Academy can be so terrifying.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and then he felt an unprecedented fear. Then he discovered that he had been afraid ever since Gu Xinyin was imprisoned in the dark water prison, and now, this accumulation

Years of fear suddenly amplified and completely took over his body.

His burly and majestic body still sat cross-legged, but his body was so damaged that he couldn't even move his eyelids.

With a sound of "Dang!", the copper-colored Ancient Realm he had cultivated for countless years fell to the ground dejectedly.

His body, which was originally suspended three feet above the ground, also sat on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"….

There was a sharp sound of war drums in the surrounding military camps.

The eyes of the old wizard, Han Zixu and the owner of the blue sword fell on Xiao Xiang involuntarily.

"Puff puff…"

Xiao Xiang's body began to make countless slight cracking sounds, and there were countless tiny lights, accompanied by a very faint bloody smell emanating from his body.

"Poof", a dust particle flew out from his body.

This dust particle caused real pain to Xiao Xiang, but it was just a small particle of flesh and blood that flew out of his body.

Pieces of flesh and blood flew out of Xiao Xiang's body one after another. Xiao Xiang watched his body turn into pieces of flesh and blood flying out. He looked at his own death, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't move, and even closed his eyes.

It's impossible not to see this horrific scene.

The dying old wizard, the lost Han Zixu and the owner of the blue sword did not dare to approach, and they did not even dare to end Xiao Xiang's life early.

They could not imagine what kind of terrifying power could make a flying sword kill tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of swords in that instant, cut people into such pieces, and then make this person

People stick together and slowly fall apart.

Xiao Xiang didn't want to die. He still had an army stronger than Emperor Fengxuan. He had countless things in this world that were worthy of his greed, but he could only die slowly in the torment of endless fear.

Countless heavy cavalry wearing silver heavy armor rushed into the courtyard. However, these densely packed silver-armored sergeants only saw Xiao Xiang wrapped in countless pieces of his own flesh and blood, like countless blood-red flies flying around him.

In everyone's frightened eyes, this big man who now held the most power in Tang and Zang slowly turned into a pool of extremely fine and rotten blood and mud.

…

Gu Xinyin, Yunhai, and Emperor Fengxuan appeared under the eaves of a remote roof in the Tangzang Palace.

Yunhai kept wiping the blood that kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he smiled innocently and happily.

Gu Xinyin took a deep look at the sky in Liusha City.

One glance for thousands of years.

There are only two most powerful wills in the world, love and hatred.

It was love and hatred that supported him in spending so many years in a dark water prison, and finally killed Xiao Xiang.

"Bye now…"

He said this softly in his heart, then turned to Yunhai and Emperor Fengxuan to thank him seriously.

Emperor Fengxuan also bowed to thank him.

Gu Xinyin walked onto a carriage waiting by the wall.

After walking into the carriage, lowering the curtain, and the wheels of the carriage started rolling, his voice came out again, "Little monk Yunhai, come to Qingluan Academy when you have time."

Yunhai's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he understood some kind of unique promise from this sentence. He was as happy as a woodpecker and nodded repeatedly, so that two more mouthfuls of blood flowed from his mouth.

"But you have to help me recite sutras... pray more that I can go home..."

"I know, Mr. Gu." Yunhai suddenly looked sad again.

"Perhaps in the near future, someone from our Qingluan Academy will come here to retrieve something." Gu Xinyin thought for a while and said again.

Emperor Fengxuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he bowed again: "Thank you very much."

Gu Xinyin in the carriage stopped talking. This carriage joined the waiting carriages and slowly walked out of Tangzang Palace and out of Liusha City.

This student from Qingluan College began to truly go home. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!