If you choose to leave at this time, how can you make others surrender?

After a while.

Chu Hanyi raised his head and laughed: "Young Master, since you have made a decision, just do what you want in your heart."

"No matter how you choose!"

"Chu Hanyi, I swear to follow you to death!"

When Chu Hanyi said this, a layer of determination appeared in his eyes, and Ling Tian was a little moved: "Senior, you..."

"Little Lord!"

Chu Hanyi flicked his long sleeves: "I, Chu Hanyi, was born for the young master and live for the young master. No matter what the young master does, Chu Hanyi will never say anything about it!"

"good!"

Ling Tian didn't waste any time talking, he waved his hand, and the golden dragon painted halberd was in his hand for a moment. As the painted halberd was taken, the golden dragon's tabard came out again. Under the night wind on the mountain top, the golden dragon tabard floated with the wind.

Tabard!

Hunting sound!

Fighting spirit!

Escape from the sky.

The dragon halberd shook, and Ling Tian narrowed his eyes: "In that case, let's fight!"

Ling Tian's move made Mr. Zhu raise his eyebrows. At this moment, Mr. Zhu recognized Ling Tian in his heart. If the beginning was a chance meeting and a friendship between gentlemen, then at this moment, it was——

Impressed!

Knowing that this trip is a dead end, he still presses forward unswervingly. Who can shake such determination?

The son of Aotian should live up to the name of Aotian!

Heartbroken!

Folding the fan, Lord Zhu took the lead and knelt down: "Master Zhu, I am willing to fight with my young master!"

Lord Zhu, kneel down!

The dead follow!

Shouting to kill Zhentian: "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

Ling Tian didn't say anything. He only raised the dragon halberd, pointed in the direction of Xuanyin in front of him, and said: "Kill!"

Kill order!

Everyone follows!

In Xuanyin City, the battle was raging. The two great god emperors, Fu Bo and Xun Fei, shouted in front of them. Although they could barely resist, they were already defeated!

No more than ten moves!

Certain death!

Xuanyin faces Chang'an, and the autumn colors are equally divided!

Boom!

They collided again, and both of them retreated. Xu Changan shook his palm and held down the Changqin: "Xuanyin, I haven't seen you for so many years. Although you are still a strong God Emperor, your sword skills have become more domineering."

"But it's a pity that under the Qianyuan Qin, you will inevitably die."

"Did you know that Qianyuan Qin is the seventh in the Wanqin Pavilion. Even if the top six come, it will be difficult to shake Qianyuan. If you want to repel Qianyuan, the only way is to show up."

"But it's a pity that Pardon Tianqin only exists in rumors."

"No one has ever seen Pardon Tian Qin!"

"Today, your fate has been decided, how can you make a comeback?"

As soon as Xu Changan finished speaking, he saw Qianyuan moving slightly. As the Changqin moved slightly, the strings suddenly trembled, and a burst of harsh sound came out. Xu Changan narrowed his eyes: "This is...

"

Before Xu Changan could think about it, he saw divine sounds resounding in the sky!

The divine voice rises.

Falling light.

A stream of purple light was like a meteor falling to the ground. As soon as it fell outside the battle circle, thick smoke and dust swept up, accompanied by the sound of the piano. As the smoke and dust dissipated, a long piano pestle hit the ground!

Long piano pendant!

The arrogance started: "Huayang first came to Hongmen, the world changed, and Long Lin did not lose his grace!"

"Purple gold flute, white jade harp!"

"The palace lanterns shine brightly at night, and the sun shines brightly. Let's drink together and live happily for the rest of our lives!"

Under the arrogant words, the king fell from the air and landed on the side of the long harp. The king fell to the ground. The long harp trembled fiercely, the sound of the harp rose loudly, and the Qianyuan trembled again. Xu Changan narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

Boom!

The master of the harp stamped his feet and pressed the long harp with his big palm, smoke rose up, and the king's four words rose from the sky: "Pardon the Heaven!"
Chapter completed!