The Sword Dynasty
900 Burning the Palace
The flow of fire washed the ground and the roof of the temple, the hard ground began to burst, the vitality of the roof of the temple began to dissipate, and then began to burn.
Yuan Wu sensed what was going to happen. He wanted to prevent such a thing from happening. He wanted to kill Jingliu who was still in the palace at this time, but he couldn't do it at all.
The most important thing he needs to consider is his life and death.
The raging murderous intention lingered in the spark.
The spark that Zheng Xiu remains in him, flying around him at this time, is more fierce than ever.
At this time, it was Jing Liuli's killing intention that penetrated him more directly.
He finally understood that this young girl recognized as the first talent in Changling Mausoleum will never change her mind because of the thoughts of others.
If she had the opportunity to kill herself at this time, she would definitely not hesitate.
Jing Liuli thought so too.
She knows that killing Yuan Wu will make the last obstacle of the world ruler clear, save a lot of time, and save a lot of trouble.
So she didn't think about Ding Ningfa's sword decree at this time. She didn't think about the battle between Ding Ning and Yuan Wu. She wanted to try to kill Yuan Wu directly.
In the lingering spark, she stood up slowly.
Yuan Wu's eyes filled with endless fear.
After Ding Ning finally, he had another real fearful existence.
His body was ricketing in the sparks, and the water in the flesh was dried a lot, and it seemed extremely dry, but at this moment, he finally squeezed out his last trace of power and thought of the only thing to save himself. may.
A loud noise.
A wall behind his dragon chair broke apart.
A lifeless figure rushed into the flames.
This is Huang Zhenwei.
Or that Huang Zhenwei has died.
Huang Zhenwei's body fell in front of him, followed by a sword formation, pierced the sea of fire, and landed on the clean Liuli that had already moved forward.
Jing Liuli frowned deeply and stretched her hand forward.
The vast majority of sparks in this temple were pulled at this moment, and turned into countless sharp fire swords, constantly sprinting on the oncoming sword of Huang Zhenwei.
The vitality has already sounded a loud muffled noise again in the porridge-like bedroom.
Jing Liuli's tight lips swelled again, and her body smashed the door behind her. With the rushing airflow, she still flew back.
Huang Zhenwei's feet plowed the ground, and his hand had already saved Yuan Wu who was about to fall, but he still couldn't stop the fall.
The ground was constantly bursting under his feet, and the whole person was blasted out of the palace with Yuan Wu, and withdrew from where he broke into the wall.
The moment his figure withdrew from this dormitory, this dormitory that had burned everywhere in the torture of the sparks collapsed and shattered.
Flames that were hard to extinguish on the gravel, such as the slag from the eruption of the volcano, fell everywhere in this brand-new gorgeous palace under Lishan.
Flames ignited everywhere, burning up everywhere.
There were many places in Huang Zhenwei's body, and the fire burned his body, giving off a smell of roasted barbecue.
Innumerable exclamations and broken air sounded in this palace.
Many practitioners fell.
But when they saw Huang Zhenwei and the nearly unconscious Yuan Wu held by Huang Zhenwei, their bodies could not help trembling violently, their hearts were full of panic and daze, they did not know the first time to rescue the fire, or What to do.
Jing Liuli fell from the sky.
After she fell to the ground, she couldn't control her figure when she landed, and she fell to the ground with blood.
Dozens of practitioners in this palace fell not far from her body, and there were many sword lights wandering in this space. At this time, these practitioners should have the ability to kill her.
However, no one shot.
A young practitioner is closer to the Jingliu who landed than they were.
The young practitioner was wearing ordinary cloth, but he carried many swords on his back, and the firelight clearly illuminated his firm and delicate face.
This allows these practitioners to easily recognize his identity.
He is alone.
If it is just a son of a royal family, even if it is not clear what is happening now, the practitioners in these palaces will never let him and Jingliu easily leave.
However, when these practitioners were slightly in a trance, a middle-aged man coughed softly, then nodded at them at the moment they looked, and shook his head again.
The man was not a lone prince, but he was another prince among the thirteen princes of Daqin.
And all these practitioners understood what the prince wanted to express at this moment.
Nodding is a gift for his kind of high-ranking person, and shaking his head is to signal them not to intervene and let Du Gu Bai and Jing Liuli leave.
So the sword lights of these practitioners flying in this space drooped weakly, dimming the colors.
These practitioners have confirmed a rumor.
The remaining princes in the Changling City have already acquiesced to the conditions of Bashan Sword Field.
Several horse-drawn carriages were waiting outside the Afang Palace for Solitary Solitaire and Jingliu.
One of the carriages was very big and arrogant, as big as a house.
This carriage originally belonged to the Changling Royal Palace, which should have been used by Yuanwu before.
However, when Du Gubai helped Jing Liuli into the carriage of this carriage, Jing Liuli saw many familiar faces.
Not only did Qing Yaoyin wait for her treatment, but also Baili Suxue and Ding Ning, and even Xie Changsheng in the carriage.
Jing Liuli glanced at Xie Changsheng first.
Xie Changsheng immediately understood what she meant, and couldn't help but lose face, and sneered: "Don't think I'm not qualified to sit here and wait for you, don't you think you're doing the most for promoting these things, I did You can’t think much of the things that matter."
Listening to these words from him, Jing Liuli really thought about it seriously, and then nodded, "It's the same."
Xie Changsheng's complexion suddenly eased a little bit, "Of course, things like this today, I certainly want to see a lively."
But he didn't expect it, Jing Liuli suddenly said abruptly, "But I heard people say you are bragging, saying that you might make me look at each other, maybe I might be enamored of you. ?"
Xie Changsheng's face was reddish, and his heart was extremely embarrassed, but he was thick-skinned and sneered heavily, "Is there, even if it is, it was also young and ignorant, and I have never seen the world."
"Done well." When Jing Liuli no longer ignored him, saluted Baili Suxue, and Baili Suxue seriously returned her salute.
"Do you believe me that way? Don't you think I might work with Yuanwu to deal with you?" Jing Liuli turned to look at the smiling Ding Ning and said.
"Only the weak will succumb, but the most important thing is that even if you really join forces with Yuanwu, I don't think it's possible to deal with me." Ding Ning smiled.
"When I killed Li Si and dealt with Yuanwu, I actually borrowed the hand of Zheng Xiu. If there are people I admire in the world, Zheng Xiu is also one of them, helping me burn the palace and make the spark more prosperous. I know you can do it." Jing Liuli said this to Ding Ning when she relaxed her eyes and closed Qing Yao Yin's medication.