Xu Qingke stood in front of Ning Yi.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said nothing.

For him, there is actually nothing in this world that he can't let go... Whether it is Yu Qingshui or Xu Qingke, their fates are entangled, and the only one who can't let go is this "sister".

Yu Qingshui, five hundred years ago, had only one obsession.

revenge.

Subvert the Sui Dynasty.

Xu Qingke, who held the "Life Word Scroll", just wanted to protect his sister.

The white-haired strategist's eyes were a little complicated. He thought about Ning Yi's words again... and found that he might have done something wrong.

But in this world, there is no chance to start over.

Xu Qingke stood up and blocked Ning Yi and the other two. He raised his hand and said, "The Word of Life" was suspended in his palm, and wisps of dazzling golden light gathered like silk threads, rising and falling in front of him.

The brilliant golden light, with Xu Qingke as the center, dispersed and turned into countless sharp blades that shot out quickly, heading straight for the magnificent figure who was nailed to the throne.

Emperor Taizong's chest was penetrated by that iron rule.

"Iron Law" is the biggest constraint of the first emperor on all royal families... The Lion Heart King died under the sanctions of the iron law. This formation shrouded the starry light within dozens of miles of Tiandu City, and captured all his luck.

As long as the "iron law" formation is still there, the emperor will not be able to get up.

Mr. Wushan and Chen Yi, two men pressed the man on the throne tightly. The golden blade of the word "Fate" tore through the space, pierced into the skin and flesh, and rolled in the limbs and bones.

The blue veins on Taizong's forehead were bulging, his sleeves were filled with energy, and his fists were clenched. He let out a muffled groan from the throats of Mr. Wushan and Chen Yi, and the two of them were almost shocked by the energy.

The two powerful men of Lingshan and Dao Sect gritted their teeth, and their mouths and noses were squeezed and bleeding by the majestic pressure. The two of them looked bleak, and their feet were tightly trampled on the earth, holding down the emperor, preventing them from getting up.

Taizong's arms were lifted up by only a small arc, and they were held down by the two powerful men again, slowly pressing them back onto the handrail of the throne.

The three of them fought to death together.

The iron law teared the emperor's chest.

Taizong's expression was still firm, but the mist on his face broke through inch by inch, revealing his pale face. He had never been so miserable in the past six hundred years.

The originally impregnable soul kept stinging under the crazy attack of the Word Book of Life.

Every stinging pain made him think of "giving up" to resist.

The "heart" that was beating like a big sun was shattered by the dark iron law, and was reshaped with the continuous divinity... If he gave up.

Then everything is really over.

The emperor's eyes were staring at Xu Qingke. The white-haired counselor was not relaxed, and the life-word scroll required a lot of effort.

From Xu Zang, he stepped into Chenglong Hall.

Everyone.

All those who want to die on their own.

They all use life as a price... for injuries to be exchanged, and for lives to be exchanged.

This is true for Xu Zang, so is Xu Qingke, and so is Mr. Wushan, Chen Yi...

The emperor took a deep breath. He endured the severe pain of iron law piercing his heart, gave up physical struggles, and held his soul.

Flesh and blood can be broken and reborn.

With his realm, broken arms and limbs, unless they are broken heads... Otherwise, the huge injuries can be reunited with divine nature. If he completes the last step of transformation from "from man to god", then he will become the first "immortal emperor" in the history of the Sui Dynasty.

The first emperors of the Light could not do this.

Obviously, at that time, the iron law could not restrain him. After abandoning his body, he might become the real "light", and in one thought, he would go all out.

Taizong closed his eyes.

He endured a long torture.

Waiting for a turning point, just like Xu Zang's "sword break"...

However, a slight sound was a little harsh in the howling sound of the wind blades all over the sky.

The sound of ripping clothes and shattering.

Taizong frowned, he opened his eyes, saw the hall pillar, and slowly stood up a young man.

Ning Yi pulled off his black robe, tore the cloth strip with both hands, tied it around the hall pillar, and then tied the girl and Xu Qingyan together to ensure that the two were not swept by the strong wind.

Ning Yi's chest was covered with mottled marks, scabbed wounds, and his skin was like wheat, and at this moment there was a faint golden light.

The emperor frowned.

Mr. Wushan and Chen Yi also frowned.

Xu Qingke looked at the boy who had a hard time getting up, and had only ten levels of cultivation, and said coldly: "Ning Yi...what are you going to do?"

Ning Yi did not answer him immediately.

After the entire hall collapsed, gravel was everywhere. After Taizong took the step of Nirvana leading to immortality, all the gravel was hanging in the air. He stretched out a hand and slapped the stones blocking him, with his steps slow and stable.

Ning Yi walked towards the direction where Xu Zhao died...

There is the place where Xu Zang died and died.

It is also the place where the Snow Sword is broken.

In the broken land of Chenglong Palace, the four great practitioners were stalemate together to form a perfect balance... Only an opportunity to break the balance is needed.

The last straw that overwhelms the camel.

The emperor's face became paler and he tried hard to raise his arms, and the two great practitioners pressed him down again.

Ning Yi walked towards the end of the Broken Hall step by step. His eyes were cold, he climbed the collapsed stone steps, then stretched out a hand and accurately grasped the hilt of the sword in the gravel.

"Xixue... come out for me."

There was a clanging sound!

The boy drew out the sword in everyone's eyes.

It was a sword... only the hilt was left, and half a sword weapon that was broken.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little sad.

He held the half-shattered long sword, and the remaining dead energy of Xu Zang and the chill of frost.

The sword is broken, it doesn't matter...

The sword bone is still there.

The sword bones last forever.

He held the "fine snow", his arms slowly drooped, forming a diagonal arc with the ground. The white bone plains in his body whistled and beeped, and the water in the pool in the divine pool continued to expand.

On the broken sword weapon, something seemed to be gathering... The snow-white wandering light, as cold and poignant as frost and snow, condensed again on the cross section.

Ning Yi silently put his other hand on his eyebrows.

"Shanzi Volume - Kai!"

Xu Qingke's expression changed a little. He could clearly feel that the star vortex that was fighting each other here, and the stalemate of the starlight vortex was vaguely moving towards the boy who drew his broken sword.

What kind of magical power is this?

The calculation power of the word "Fate" was divining "Ning Yi", and it was always a layer of fog.

The identity of that young man is always a mystery.

Under the identity of Shushan junior uncle.

Under the identity of the orphan in Xiling.

There is also a deeper and more critical identity.

The white-haired strategist's eyes changed. He looked at the young man who drew his sword, his voice was a little hoarse, and he murmured:

"He is... a sword holder."

The three words "Swordholder" sounded over the Chenglong Palace.

Mr. Wushan and Chen Yi heard this sentence.

Taizong also heard this sentence.

This is a huge secret...but for those powerful people in the Nirvana realm, this is not a secret.

The "mysterious inheritance" that specializes in killing things that cannot be killed, no one knows how the inheritance of the sword holder continues, and no one knows how the incense of the sword holder continues... But the killing power of this lineage makes all the people who have seen it still scared.

There is no "sword holder" in the world that cannot be killed.

There was a hint of suddenness and relief in Xu Qingke's eyes.

No wonder.

No wonder Mr. Zhao Rui from Shushan left the prophecy of Xiaoxue... Those who hold Xiaoxue are the junior uncle of Shushan, and the world's general trend is to prevent it.

Nothing can be cut open.
To be continued...