Merlin has also been shattered.

Even that lake was several feet shallow. It was not that the lake water poured into the ground, but that the water was compressed into something heavier than ice.

The Imperial City Formation has been strengthened by several sects for hundreds of years, and is much stronger than it was back then.

Gu Qing knelt on the ground, covered in blood, and he had no idea how many bones were broken. He was almost unable to withstand the pressure of the imperial city formation and could die at any time.

But he still stared at Yin San, holding the Fu Si sword rope in his right hand and the universe edge in his left hand, supporting the Zhuxian sword formation, preventing Yin San from coming.

Yin San felt the movement in the west of the city, his lips curled slightly, and he showed an admiring smile, and said, "What a group of cute young people."

Appreciation is true, and cute evaluation is true.

Yin San likes such young people very much.

These young people dare to fight against such powerful elders.

Even if they still fail in the end, they are already awesome enough.

Unfortunately, these young people are all disciples of Jing Jiu, not his.

Yin San sighed and his body finally started to move.

Once you move, you will see the afterimages, and the red clothes are as blood.

The blood shadows condensed into a sword shadow, quietly breaking through the defense of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and stabbing Gu Qing's eyebrows.

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...

Today, the sunsets in Chaoge City and the green mountains are both fake, and it is difficult to rely on the skylight to determine the time.

I don't know what time it is.

Maybe it was when Zhao twelfth lunar month pointed at Fang Jingtian, maybe it was when Gu Qing broke the seventh bone, maybe it was when Liu Shisui spewed out the third mouthful of blood, maybe it was when Xiaohe just finished digging the last bite of tofu rice left in the bowl.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

Countless sword lights appeared deep in the bottom of his eyes, then dissipated into golden light, and finally hid in the Pinghu Lake.

He turned over and got up, walked out of the study, glanced at the place where the crabapple tree should be, and asked, "Where is it?"

Everything is so natural, just as he hasn't been asleep for a hundred years, just as he has woken up long ago.

The blue bird on the eaves spoke: "Old plum garden."

A sudden scream rang behind him.

Jing Jiu turned around and saw Xiaohe, nodded, and disappeared from the spot.

Xiaohe relaxed her hands, and the rice bowl fell on the stone steps and broke into pieces. Fortunately, the rice in the bowl had been eaten.
Chapter completed!