"I still have a sword."

Wang Xingzhi looked at Li Mengzhou in a daze.

He was a little confused.

But Li Mengzhou didn't intend to let him understand either.

He raised his sword.

Then draw the sword.

The sword intent is far inferior to before.

But at some point, the sword intent suddenly increased.

Li Mengzhou also vomited blood again.

In everyone's eyes of surprise.

But Ning Haoran walked to Li Mengzhou and said, "I am that sword."

Li Mengzhou wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I know very well that you will definitely stand up."

Ning Haoran frowned and said, "I stood up, not for you."

Li Mengzhou smiled and said, "Of course I know you are not for me, but it is enough as long as you stand here."

He turned to look at Ning Haoran and said solemnly: "Fourth Senior Brother, lend your sword."

That is a very familiar sentence.

The fourth senior brother once hesitated because he was worried about his junior brother's safety, but Ning Haoran now did not hesitate because he was not worried about Li Mengzhou's safety. As for whether there were other reasons in it, I believe that even if he didn't say anything, everyone present would understand.

Jiang Zihua looked at Zhuo Bingchun and asked, "Senior Brother Fourth has recovered?"

Zhuo Bingchun shook his head slightly and said, "That is his subconscious. No matter what he becomes, when facing the moment his beloved teacher died, his heart suffered an unprecedented impact. The impact balanced the Shanwai consciousness, but did not suppress it. It was just that the impact also changed his current thoughts. Whether it was Ning Haoran or Shanwai consciousness, it reached a unified state at that critical point."

Jiang Zihua said in a daze: "What does it mean?"

Zhuo Bingchun said: "Because of that unification idea, he only wanted to avenge his teacher, but because the Shanwai consciousness was not completely suppressed, he was suffering in his subconscious mind and finally reached a balance again. He wanted to draw the sword, but the sword came out of Li Mengzhou's hand because he wanted to draw the sword. The Shanwai consciousness was repelling. Using Li Mengzhou's hand to draw the sword is the result of weighing the two consciousnesses."

Jiang Zihua scratched his head, but he still didn't seem to understand it very clearly.

But that obviously doesn't matter.

Li Daoling's sword intent.

Xue Wangyou's sword intent.

Ning Haoran's sword intent.

Li Mengzhou held everything in his hand.

His own sword intent surged out wildly.

Give up blood again.

Slash the sword desperately.

Although there are only four sword intents, Wang Xingzhi is not the first talent.

Because Li Mengzhou was very close to him, Wang Xingzhi used "Taixuan" again, even if it was only a slight bit of mental power, but with the blessing of the supernatural powers of "Taixuan", the mental power of the ordinary five-level cultivators was stronger, which was Wang Xingzhi's current limit.

He could even suppress Li Mengzhou in front of him.

But at the moment when the too mysterious thought power was released, Li Mengzhou was already prepared, and he also released all his own mind power. The consumption of the "Silks of Silkworms" supplemented the mind power, which made the two mind powers even. Li Mengzhou's mind power continue to flow. When Wang Xingzhi's too mysterious mind power was extremely consumed, it would inevitably become weaker and weaker.

This is also because Wang Xingzhi is about to do so. Otherwise, even if Li Mengzhou has endless thought power, but his thought power is not strong enough, he will not be qualified to fight against Daogong Taixuan's thought power.

Seeing that Li Mengzhou had just stopped for a moment, the sword intent continued to increase wildly. Wang Xingzhi was inevitably a little panicked. His Qi Hai Lingyuan had been exhausted and only recovered a little in a short period of time, but he still subconsciously activated all the remaining Qi Hai Lingyuan.

The dull loud noise was like a spring thunder exploded.

Li Mengzhou's arm holding the sword collapsed and blood splattered.

But he was still slashing out that sword.

The sword intent tore the spirit of Wang Xingzhi's Qihai. The collision of two thought forces caused Li Mengzhou's body and spirit to suffer a major blow. He gritted his teeth and persevered, and set out his sword without hesitation, and walked forward with difficulty. The blue veins on his face were exposed, and a black face turned red. Sweat mixed with blood, crawling over his cheeks, his clothes were broken, and blood drifted away in the wind.

He let out a low growl in his throat, like a wild beast, approaching Wang Xingzhi with heavy steps.

Wang Xingzhi's brows frowned deeply.

He has no sword.

He has exhausted his spiritual energy.

The only remaining Taixuan thought power was also suppressed by Li Mengzhou's endless thought power.

There is a simple record of "Silks of Silkworm Destruction" in the Taoist Palace, and he can understand how Li Mengzhou's endless thought power came from.

But how could Wang Xingzhi die here willingly?

Even if it was killed by Xue Wangyou's sword or died in Guihai Duanzhang's hands, it was no more difficult to accept than to die when Li Mengzhou's sword came down.

He is a great monk above the five realms.

He is the sect leader of the Nantianmen Temple in Beiyan Dao Palace.

He is above ten thousand people in Yan State.

It is also famous throughout the world.

As long as you remember the rumors in later generations that Wang Xingzhi died at the hands of a mere sword cultivator, it would be a shame that you would never accept calmly.

He stared at Li Mengzhou viciously, his legs that were so useless were actually trying to stand up.

His hand grabbed Li Mengzhou.

He is trying his best to survive.

But at a certain moment, he noticed that Li Mengzhou's expression suddenly became relaxed.

"I will go to the Snow Mountains of Yan Kingdom and throw your body to your saint. I will kill Xueye in front of you. I will let him watch the Taoist Palace be destroyed. I will kill every temple in your Taoist Palace, and I will let the Taoist Palace disappear completely in the world."

Li Mengzhou looked at Wang Xingzhi quietly. His expression was a little complicated, even mixed with a little loneliness. His eyes were lowered, and he slowly handed the sword to Wang Xingzhi, and said softly: "The guests from Bu Er Cave will arrive at the Taoist Palace, which is an uninvited guest. Just as you came to Bu Er Cave, I will use more ruthless means than you to let the Taoist Palace disappear."

The seemingly light but deafening sound echoed in Wang Xingzhi's ears.

He suddenly sneered, "If you want the Taoist Palace to disappear... I am very arrogant. I believe that the Taoist Palace is looking forward to you, the best guest, but I don't know if you will destroy the Taoist Palace or run over to give the saints magical powers."

Li Mengzhou said: "But you will never see it."

Wang Xingzhi's expression changed slightly, his eyes twitched, and he said with a gloomy face: "Even if I find it difficult to survive in this situation, I will definitely not make you proud. The Taoist Palace will eventually arrive in the world and sweep across the five dynasties. Your Jiang Kingdom is the first to be the brunt of it. I will look at the world above the Taoist Heaven, watch Jiang Kingdom blood flowing into a river, watch my Taoist Palace stands at the highest peak in the world, see how you fall into the abyss, and will never be restored!"

Li Mengzhou looked at him indifferently and said softly: "I only have the will to raise a sword to kill you, and I will not be proud of it at all. Although you are like an old dog now, you are a Xuanming monk after all. I raise a sword to kill Xuanming, it is just the beginning. You will not look at the world above the Taoist Heaven, but will only long for the heavens in the abyss."

He raised the sword in his hand.

"I have a sword."

The sword edge is stained with blood.

"Kill Xuan's life today."

The sword intent pierced Wang Xingzhi's head.

Blood flowed all over his cheeks, and Wang Xingzhi's pupils suddenly magnified, gradually losing color, but a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a gentle murmur sounded in Li Mengzhou's ears, making him frown deeply.

"Xueye has left Langya, but what I want to say is that Qin Chengyi is not as simple as you think. He has a trump card that he has never used it from beginning to end. It just so coincidental that the source of his trump card is related to you..."

Li Mengzhou didn't know what trump card Qin Chengyi had, and how could that trump card have something to do with him? He silently watched Wang Xingzhi and died. One of the few Xuanming cultivators in the world who broke through the barriers of the five realms fell.

The gentle wind blows across the mountains.

But Li Mengzhou felt a hint of coldness.

The force I kept holding suddenly relaxed, and soon all the discomfort emerged.

He spewed out a mouthful of blood again, and he slowly fell to the ground. The last picture in his sight was Ye Sangyu running towards him, becoming more and more blurred. The world suddenly became silent. He could no longer hear any sound, nor could he see any picture.

......

The smell of blood spread across the streets of Langya City. A man in black, covered in blood, staggered and turned around and saw a girl. He held up his knife without thinking.

A sword energy roared and instantly killed the man in black.

Han Youqing stood in the street, turned around and looked at the girl, her mouth squirmed gently, as if a sound was heard.

The girl's expression was very cold, but her eyes were very complicated.

Tang Wenliu appeared with a silver spear. He looked at the two figures standing opposite each other and raised his hand gently. A soldier drew his sword and surrounded Han Youqing, while Han Youqing was just silent and did not resist.

Somewhere outside the South City Gate, Chen Moxi stood there for a long time and turned back to the city.

A disciple of Zhaixing Mansion raised the body of the old man who helped Qin Chengyi escape, and wanted to help the Empress and Jiang Tingyu. The Empress and the Lord of Haitang Mountain returned to the palace together, while Jiang Tingyu refused the disciple of Zhaixing Mansion to support him. He just sat on the ground without any image, with endless sadness in his eyes.

In the palace hall.

The written copybooks were torn apart and sprinkled throughout the hall.

His Majesty the Emperor had a blue face, looked at the eunuchs and palace maids who were trembling with their heads down, and said angrily: "Catch Qin Chengyi back at all costs! Even if you can't bring it back to live, you must bring the body back!"

Military soldiers cleaned up traces of Langya City overnight.
To be continued...