The Sword Dynasty

Li Daoji was not interested in explaining more to a dying enemy. The first thing he had to make sure was that Zhang Yi was alive.

So he didn't hesitate, he just pulled out his sword.

The long sword body was pulled out of Cheng Qingye's body, and the broken flesh and vitality had a mouth to break the dike. When the sword tip finally separated from his flesh and blood, a loud noise was made.

Cheng Qingye's entire body was like a deflated ball, and the last breath disappeared.

Cheng Qingye died and was killed by a Changling swordsman who was even worse than him.

At the height of Xianfu Zong, Sect Master Zongfu still stood at the window, watching this picture happening with infinite emotion.

"How could this be?"

The old man in the black robe beside him lost his soul and lost his soul. It was the same as Cheng Qingye before he died.

Li Daoji is not interested in answering, but it does not mean that Sect Master Sect Fu has no interest in answering.

"There are symbols first, then weapons, and then soldiers."

Sect Master Xianfu slowly turned his head and watched the old man in black robe say this seriously.

This sentence is too simple and difficult for ordinary practitioners to understand.

However, this old man in black robe is an extraordinary person, so the most simple sentence of the Sect Master Xianfu is like a huge epic picture that instantly fills his perception.

He saw many secondary pictures in an instant.

There are knotted notes first, then charcoal painting, and then bone carvings. The earliest people with wisdom observe the sun, moon, and stars. The sky, earth, and cloud are changing at four times. At first, they record changes with simple catalogues. Some people finally realize it. Profound truth, found that some lines concatenate the way the world circulates, and Fulu will come into being.

Engraved on jade, on top of gold and iron, they rely on it as an instrument. The ancients used the instrument to fight against beasts, praying to heaven and earth, attracting wind and rain, which is conducive to cultivation.

After that, people prospered, formed countries, and fought against each other to kill, and only then had weapons specifically for killing.

The old man in the black robe was inexplicably cold and sweaty, and his robe was wet. He looked at the Sect Master Sect Fu and shivered: "You mean, I am Fu Dao, born after the soldiers?"

Sect Master Sect Fu looked at him with emotion, and slowly said: "The device is designed for killers, and one side is a soldier. If this Qin sword is used as an example, the sword first has runes on it, which is already Fu Dao. , Plus many methods such as Jianjing to guide the vitality of the world, plus the various true elements and thought control of the practitioner, it is a combination of several ways. Although my immortal Fuzong is like the sun and the sky, and the symbol is based, but now Zhang Yi and this Li Dao machine sword have the same power, you should be able to see it."

After a pause, the Sect Master Sect Fu Zhe looked at him still sweating, and the old man in a black robe, who was speechless for a while, then slowly said, "Although Zhang Yixiu itself is the supreme symbol of my Sect Fu Zong, Li What Dao Ji won was not the charm of my Immortal Fuzong. In this world, it is not only my immortal Fuzong that has the most powerful Fudao, so I always thought that if the Immortal Fuzong was to survive, it would only depend on people, You can't rely on these characters left by your predecessors."

The old man in black robe shuddered slightly. He looked at the Sect Master Sect Fu Zong and couldn't help but ask: "You said that Li Daoji's Fu Bing united, and he didn't use my Dao Talisman of Xian Fu Zong, then he used What exactly is it?"

"You know that in the early years, secretly sent messengers came to my immortal Fuzong, and then I will be immortal Fuzong, but you don't know, just when I traveled far and wanted to visit Changling, I just arrived at the Changling City Outside, I saw a dark night."

Sect Master Xianfu said lightly: "I met the leader of the legendary old power, it was noon, but I saw a dark night from his body, that is a piece of charm he showed me deliberately. , And then I knew that some of Changling’s old dignitaries, like my immortal Fu Zong, knew the powerful Taoist symbols."

"Before I met him, I was as stubborn as you, and I could even say that I was stubborn, but after seeing him, I knew my future destiny of Immortal Fu Zong, and ultimately depended on the change of our ideas."

"You are too partial to Zheng Xiu, so I did not let you know that the strength of our Xian Fu Zong came not only from the help of Zheng Xiu, but also from the old powerful leader."

"You have never thought that we are Yan people after all, how can I be completely succumbed to the woman from Daqin Jiaodong County because of Zongmen's strong strength?"

Sect Master Xianfu Zong looked at the old man in black robe with difficulty breathing, and then sincerely whispered: "Brother, you should understand that everything comes from the balance of judgment and situation... Zhang Yi came to my Xianfu Zong, not just because I understood He is the disciple I need in my mind, but also in the arrangement of the old powerful leader. Since I met that person, our Xian Fuzong has never completely obeyed Zheng Xiu’s will."

The old man in black robe had difficulty breathing, but moaned in pain.

Before dozens of breaths, he stood at the height of this fairy Fuzong and thought he saw far away, but at this time, he knew that many things he saw were too close.

"useless."

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Patriarch Xianfu in pain, and shook his head.

Sect Master Sect Fu was startled, but he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"What happened here in our Xian Fuzong can't change the entire result of the Dayan Dynasty." The old man in black robe breathed hard and looked at him.

"Oh?"

Sect Master Sect Fu smiled, he shook his head and said: "The night before yesterday, I dreamed of a mountain."

The old man in black robe looked at him incomprehensible, sweat dripping like rain.

"That mountain is a very small black mountain from Qi."

Sect Master Xianfu looked at him and continued, "I originally thought it was just a dream, but when I woke up, I felt a real coolness, which came from the yin qi."

The old man in black robe finally reacted, his eyes were filled with strong shock and extreme disbelief, "Master of Qi Emperor, Yan Ying?"

The Sect Master Sect Fu smiled with emotion.

His eyes turned away from Xian Fuzong, and he cast his eyes on the Yan Palace in the distance.

The trees there have also begun to order, but in his mind, there is a picture of an old tree withered and a new tree born.

...

Li Daoji held the sword and walked to the front of Tiantian Temple.

No one was stopping him. On the road he passed, only Su Qin, who was sitting on the side.

Su Qin looked at the uncle of Baiyangdong, and smiled strangely and bleakly, and some blood ran out from the corners of scarlet lips.

Li Daoji frowned slightly, and the hand holding the sword was a little harder.

But in the next moment, he gave up his intention to kill and did not kill Su Qin with a sword.

Then he pushed open the hall door and walked into the Hang Tian Temple.

There was blood everywhere in the Weeping Temple. Four seriously injured dying people lay in the pool of blood, but did not wait for the final outcome. Although these four people were dying, none of them died.

Seeing Li Daoji pushing in the door, Zhang Yi stunned his eyes wide.

He suspected that he was wrong, that he had an illusion before he died.

Li Daoji nodded slightly at him, then walked straight through the pool of blood and walked to Chen Xinghui.

Chen Xinghui sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Li Daoji didn't hesitate to make his sword.

The tip of the sword fell lightly and quickly into his heart.

Chen Xinghui died without pain.

When Li Daoji came to Zhang Yi and leaned down to help him start applying medicine, Zhang Yi bit his tongue.

"Don't be so stupid, you are not delirious yet."

Looking at his actions, Li Daoji said.

"Uncle Shi?" Zhang Yi began to understand that what he saw was not the hallucination before he died, he couldn't help but get excited, but still said: "Sir Uncle, save them first."

Li Daoji smiled inexplicably.

This stupid Baiyangdong disciple is always a gentleman, without any change.

Thinking of a piece of news that he had just heard, the smile on his lips quickly dimmed.

How could the disciple of Baiyangdong, who is many times smarter than Zhang Yi, die?